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unfinishedlibrary2026-01-09 07:42 pm
libraryassistants) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2026-01-09 07:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !library,
- bram stoker's dracula: mina harker,
- good omens: crowley,
- legend of zelda botw: link,
- maidensong magic: claire ryland,
- original: illarion,
- persona 5: sumire yoshizawa,
- the murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- the wonders of mundus: hikaru aozora,
- tortall: hisako godsup,
- warhammer: roboute guilliman,
- ~moonlit rivals
for all the world's a stage - LIBRARY LOG
Who: The Editors
What: The Library changes once again...
When: January 9- January 22
Where: The Library
Content warnings: Please put them in the comment headers!
The Assistants have vanished into their backroom once again, leaving only the increasingly unbelievable “Back In 5” sign on the Help Desk, but at least they have attempted to impart some knowledge on the Editors before departing (or… attempted to do anything but, depending who you ask). The customary tea cart with drinks and increasingly stale biscuits is parked in its usual spot, though it seems that the quality of the tea at least has improved some. (Still waiting on coffee improvement.)
There’s a new crafting setup in the Maker Space, a table with an iron and machine for making vinyl designs, along with the instructions on how to use it, and a stack of t-shirts in various sizes. Usually there’s something in the correct size, but, well, mistakes happen. While this addition to clothing is a boon, there is the problem that the t-shirts can’t be taken out of the room until some sort of design is put on them. Get creative! Show off your style! Or maybe just steal one of the shirts that are there for display purposes. It’s fine, the Library can make more.
In the second week as the Library begins to change once more, the Lobby’s wooden floor shines with extra polish. The walls make an odd creaking sound as they shift, warping into brick covered with velvet drapings in a rich, dark red. Gold thread twinkles in the stitches, a sense of opulence woven through. The sound of ballroom music drifts by and, while in the Lobby, characters will be taken by the unusual impulse to dance.
Outside, in the Garden, the day/night cycle has paused firmly on a cloudless night. A full moon hangs in the air - literally. About the size of a basketball, it follows the first person who enters the Garden; hovering a couple of meters above their head. A white aura spreads from them, powered by the moon, and those who are caught in its light will find themselves unable to speak anything but the truth.
When the person to whom the moon is attached leaves the garden, the moon and its aura will leave them; and the moon will attach to the next person to enter instead.
On the circulation desk, there is a sign: “This Week’s Recommended Reading: Twilight!” The accompanying sign up sheet waits next to it for those wishing to check it out- though some will receive the movie instead of the book, with no particular rhyme or reason to it. Periodically someone might also receive something else entirely. Whoops? The Assistants at least will fix that quickly.Richard will be embarrassed, while Phillip will be trying not to cackle.
While not advertised, various iterations of different stories will be available throughout the Library. In particular, someone seems to have left the projector in one of the meeting rooms running, with a variety of different recorded plays. These range from professional productions, to parodies, to what appear to be high schoolers (of which one production features a sixteen year old version of Phillip running around being an absolutely nuisance.
What: The Library changes once again...
When: January 9- January 22
Where: The Library
Content warnings: Please put them in the comment headers!
The Assistants have vanished into their backroom once again, leaving only the increasingly unbelievable “Back In 5” sign on the Help Desk, but at least they have attempted to impart some knowledge on the Editors before departing (or… attempted to do anything but, depending who you ask). The customary tea cart with drinks and increasingly stale biscuits is parked in its usual spot, though it seems that the quality of the tea at least has improved some. (Still waiting on coffee improvement.)
There’s a new crafting setup in the Maker Space, a table with an iron and machine for making vinyl designs, along with the instructions on how to use it, and a stack of t-shirts in various sizes. Usually there’s something in the correct size, but, well, mistakes happen. While this addition to clothing is a boon, there is the problem that the t-shirts can’t be taken out of the room until some sort of design is put on them. Get creative! Show off your style! Or maybe just steal one of the shirts that are there for display purposes. It’s fine, the Library can make more.
In the second week as the Library begins to change once more, the Lobby’s wooden floor shines with extra polish. The walls make an odd creaking sound as they shift, warping into brick covered with velvet drapings in a rich, dark red. Gold thread twinkles in the stitches, a sense of opulence woven through. The sound of ballroom music drifts by and, while in the Lobby, characters will be taken by the unusual impulse to dance.
Outside, in the Garden, the day/night cycle has paused firmly on a cloudless night. A full moon hangs in the air - literally. About the size of a basketball, it follows the first person who enters the Garden; hovering a couple of meters above their head. A white aura spreads from them, powered by the moon, and those who are caught in its light will find themselves unable to speak anything but the truth.
When the person to whom the moon is attached leaves the garden, the moon and its aura will leave them; and the moon will attach to the next person to enter instead.
On the circulation desk, there is a sign: “This Week’s Recommended Reading: Twilight!” The accompanying sign up sheet waits next to it for those wishing to check it out- though some will receive the movie instead of the book, with no particular rhyme or reason to it. Periodically someone might also receive something else entirely. Whoops? The Assistants at least will fix that quickly.
While not advertised, various iterations of different stories will be available throughout the Library. In particular, someone seems to have left the projector in one of the meeting rooms running, with a variety of different recorded plays. These range from professional productions, to parodies, to what appear to be high schoolers (of which one production features a sixteen year old version of Phillip running around being an absolutely nuisance.
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Oh yes, Lucifer famously loves being disrespected--For once, it actually makes him look harder, even putting on his stupid reading glasses (damn material plane) because he's not a complete idiot
even though Pride definitely makes him act like one sometimes/often!!!It's harder for him to see that kind of magic, because Devildom magic is so weird being an absurd combination of faerie and demon, and then psychology and science and tech.And mostly whatever is the funniest.It's also extra difficult because he squints at Kai a few more times to figure out the magic blood, because humans are completely incapable EXCEPT for summon and via demon pacts, but he's trying to rearrange his thinking here. It's hard. You go from knowing the most of everyone in 3 realms (except one, guess who) to feeling like your existence is a LIE BUILT ON A TOWER OF MORE LIES. It's kind of like, reverse religion crises. (What do you MEAN Father wasn't just fucking around? Nooooooo that's impossible!)He wants to know.
He doesn't want to ask.
He debates trying to trick his way to find out.
He's worried about the long-term consequences of doing anything nefarious, and he needs to find another either healer, or possible curse-breaker.
He wants to make jokes, and he can't while he doesn't know anything.
Seriously, this is burning him up.
"Okay a ward. If it was Satan I'd assume some sort of 'kick me' prank hex," How to NOT start conversations with random strangers 101. If he's lucky, they've never heard of Satan, "But it looks a little cleaner than that. Self-cleaning? A suggestion? Something with emotional attachment? First spell you ever learned?" Throw him a bone, he's dying.
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"It sounds like you're just guessing," he says blandly, putting up the finishing touches on it. He doesn't activate it quite yet; he'll give Lucifer a shot to actually figure it out. "Satan a friend of yours?"
(And Lucifer is kind of right, in that Kai isn't human. He's not the only demon in this conversation... though of quite a different type.)
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At least talking about his brothers he can do all day, every day, and you can beg him to stop and he won't. "Satan is my younger brother. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. If it's a self-cleaning one, that's a good idea." If it works. Who knows here, right? The magic is all weird, and not just because it's lacking faerie and moon enhancement. "But have you ever heard the rumors of the legendary three-wolf-moon shirt?" PROBABLY NOT, especially if they're not from Earth, and spend way less time on the internet than Levi, but it's a new place, new rules, probably a weird reverse-o existential crisis, and he is desperate to make a joke. At least it's not as bad as Lord Diavolo's. Just the exact opposite problem.
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for some reason, it seems they're all from pretty disparate places."Kai," he says by way of introduction, "And if it works, then it will make things a lot easier." It's an easy enough cantrip, he could do it for other people to. The wolf shirt gets a tilt of the head, unsure. "No, I haven't."
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"Ah yes, the legendary T-Shirt. Those who have passed it along have found it the cure-all to all their greatest needs. Social standing, self-cleaning, they even sing a song to ensure its lore is never forgotten." There was a week Lucifer spent telling stories anonymously from behind a mask on deviltube, before he ran out of time and got worried his brothers would figure out it was him and be embarrassing about it. In any case, he's really into this. And thrilled. It's a very funny joke. "Its magic can heal wounds, and the wolves take you along their spirit quests. It was mistakenly sold in bargain bins, but through this, everyone who bought one realized it multiplies the magic the more the legend grows." Hence his supposed eager desire to spread its magic lore!
"Tragically it must be bestowed, or its magic does not work. Some others are imitation knock-offs, and none of those are magical. Some believe it will make its way back to them after having grown even more powerful, others believe its magic works but once, it must never be raised in price," to Mammon's consternation, "So if you got it free, you must give it as a free gift," and "There is a rumor that a pair of twins realized this and traded the shirt back and forth and now they are beyond immortal." A shrug, "But no one else has been willing to try it, or if they did, the proved the shirts to be fakes."
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Kai clearly has no idea how to take this, having never heard a memein hislife, and this is all very confusing. "...And this is a shirt?" he says after a moment. It sounds like bullshit. ...He would be more confident in saying so if some of the shit he's heard from other people about their worlds didn't also sound like bullshit.
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"Yes." A firm nod. "Not that simply putting three wolves and a moon on it is enough." Still Lucifer carefully lays out a pattern and bequeaths. "Here. See if it does anything." A shrug. "Not that any magic works right around here, but if nothing else, spread the legend and pass it to someone else. Makes for a good story, no?"
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He's not terribly inclined to put it on.
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Sorry, he stopped caring. He got to tell the joke, and now he's good. "Good luck Kai, you have officially had the famous shirt of lore, bestowed upon you. With great power you must use responsibly. Or tear it up and use it for rags. Once you give a gift, your say in what happens is over."
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