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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.
sorry about the immediate bitchiness... gdi rob...
(That word, but not his name??)
"Ah. I do not recognise your patron or alliegances, and you do not appear to know mine. You understand the rules of this place, daemon?" The pronunciation... the pronunciation is different. And the meaning that hangs in the word's power is different as well. "Answer that question first, and I may answer yours."
No worries! At least he's still super polite!
Lucifer appreciates the manners, and it's fine. He's spent more than the last 500 years not just elevating demons to be better than petty obnoxious ankle-biting evil (and incompetent at that) but carefully, GENTLY, help establish human relationships for Lord Diavolo's dream. This is actually kinder than a lot of the worst governments! By far. Of course being Diavolo's right-hand demon was far easier than this, but it's fine, if he just -- well, he's incapable of being meek, but sticks to manners, hopefully it'll be fine.
"Yes, sir." He nearly bites his cheek to keep from the scathing sarcasm about obviously he wouldn't know Lucifer's patron, he doesn't have one, but that's fine. "Violence will result in eviction to the safe zone. Absolutely no food or drink." Even though people hid and brought in and magicked plenty, Lucifer considered it perfectly reasonable as a rule. If Satan wanted to get food on his own books, that was Satan's prerogative, but not shared space books. "No fire, obviously," duh. Ask him about the time his idiot brothers set his own personal library on fire and nearly burnt down the whole house. Or don't. "I don't even like to have my wings out, because they would knock things over." He glances off sideways. Thinking.
Back, "Did a daemon do that?" A chinhand. "None in Devildom are capable of it, I assure you. What little help that is, when so far I'm the first one here, again. My own poisoning happened when I fell in the Great Celestial War. My brothers had to save me." So he wouldn't give up. And that was even with knowing that Lilith wasn't dead-dead. "Since that's all I'll say on it, don't strain yourself." A polite nod, "Thank you for your time."
no subject
He huffs softly. Throne help him, he's going to be reasonable once again.
"We may be of separate dimensions, or understandings, if you do not know me, and I do not know you. Practicals I have seen suggest this may be the case."
He places a hand on the machine, with its shining blue and gold finish.
"The daemons of my realm targeted I and my brothers. Those men you may see, whose stature matches mine. I was nearly felled, and placed in stasis until this solution was developed by an ally of mine. I had worn it on my armour, before, but this is all that came with me."
no subject
His Father could reach him here, which was a WHOLE OTHER CAN OF FUCKERY HE REFUSED TO DEAL WITH, but he listens quietly, grateful that at least he hadn't fully triggered the man, when Sanguinius came close to doing so just by existing near Lucifer. Of course it was still vastly different. It wasn't like the angels (or his Father) were hunting him, they knew where to find him, and if they wanted to fight, there were relatively limited options Lucifer could do about it, but he's glad the worst that happens with Michael is just unsolicited advice that he has to emotionally process, and reluctantly takes every time. (He may be stubborn, proud, and willing to die on the hill that not even ONE of his angel siblings should be destroyed even if they break God's laws, but he's not an idiot. Good advice is good advice, no matter the source and reasoning.)
"I almost had a panic attack when Sanguinius came to the kitchens," he admits quietly. He's not a fan of admitting ANYTHING, but he definitely gets it, and the curiosity is immense. "Night Haunter I also spoke with first." HOW DOES HE PHRASE THIS POLITELY?!!??!! If there is a way, his determination will find it, but even Lucifer is doubting there might be a respectful way. "I don't think I realized how much more unique he is from your family." Yes good.
He rests his chin on both hands folded underneath, propped up on the table on elbows, thoughts racing to connect and understand everything. Many, many, many thoughts.
He's not looking for a steady leader, someone to guide him in the maelstrom of reality after following his Father for so long, and that was never what his agreement with and devotion to Lord Diavolo was about. This is a lot simpler. He can see they have more in common than Roboute might realize, and better than reminding him of himself before he fell, he reminds Lucifer of Michael. The good things of Michael. The fusion with the leadership aura of Lucifer himself, that judging solely by reputation from Luke, and the few angels Lucifer COULD deal with now, Michael himself was doing now. Maybe (hopefully?) better than ever.
"He mentioned you were something of a... military family? And I presumed him a scout with his..." everything. Clothes. State of armor. Listen, millennia in Hell, you start to take anyone who isn't LITERALLY oozing like the bogeyman (death, poison, darkness, disgusting MESS) is doing decently well for themselves. Not everyone can be like Lucifer and his brothers, and basically ready to murder even immortals after a couple days without functioning shower-heads. They're not birds, but even after falling they still like being clean. "Demeanor." Blandly. "Before--" a gesture to the machine, "The worst happened, I was my Father's number one general." He had said it was all he would say, but he knows, is almost dead certain, it will help Roboute if Lucifer conveys this. The worst most psychological detox process (though maybe daemons just TAINT souls? Weird opposite land, yes CORRUPTING was the goal, but even then, they wanted PURE souls!) But because soul poisoning isn't something Lucifer would wish on anyone, and while it's not himself, obviously, there's a lot that can make it go better, faster, smoother and Lucifer's pride is actually strong enough that he would never withhold that kind of information much less out of fear, or because it's too intimate. That would make him feel weak, pathetic, and too much self hatred to coexist with the pride, possibly resulting in something worse than soul poisoning or another Satan (don't ask.)
Still, without explaining Lilith... it's hard to explain anything. And it's not something he wants to make assumptions about, that it would be related. "Night Haunter hinted your family is... vastly different from mine." He puffs a cheek out, right, right: "Not just the fallen angle." Okay going back a little. "My former--" both eyes closed. "I now have 6 brothers. I myself make 7; the oldest." A gentle smile, "Forgive the words, I promise they are relevant." Where was he? "Before we fell, we all disliked demons, and still do, but all the angels were my family. Over a thousand younger siblings." He has to close his eyes. The PAIN. "Father always told me it was my job as eldest to guide, protect, and teach them everything. So Michael..." ugh lump in his throat. "Was second oldest. And he was stronger than me, is still, and good at everything." He looks up at the ceiling. "He's the only one who can best me at swords."
A glance sideways. Damn this is difficult. "As you might understand, this is difficult. Michael had to be the one to cast me out. Exile. Become demons," a headshake. "The Demon King took me and my brothers in. He knew the other demons would make that time impossibly worse on us, if we even could survive, we might still shatter our very souls, whatever was left of them. So he gave us new roles, new identities, new purpose, and said we were still siblings, we had to protect each other."
He leans his head on his chin. "For the last few centuries, I've been spending time with the Prince -- the King descended to the deepest depths and hasn't returned yet, but Prince Diavolo was a friend, even before I fell. Both the celestial realm of the angels, and the Devildom: where demons had conquered faerie lands and were trying to learn how to use their own magics without destroying themselves in the process -- we both wanted everlasting sustainable peace. Though I'd always looked down on demons," listen, he still does, he just doesn't TELL people that, being of course, the first representative of the potential good or at least reasonable competency and capable of higher thought of demons.
"Lord Diavolo is a far better leader than I was even as an archangel. He is just, and kind. Capable of understanding people better than I have learned even after all this time with him, protective, loyal, and capable of great magic. Well, perhaps that is not surprising, given his own father was partly draconic." A finger over his lips. "Not secret in devildom, where they value strength above all else, but here, try not to mention it too much." He doesn't know how much Rio's hiding of dragon lineage was standard, but best not to take chances. "But yes, he's very fond of dragons. I don't know if you've ever encountered the like before." Dragons, demons capable of learning and being something other than pure toxic, poisonous and blight, faeries, magic, any and all of it.
A shrug. "I would never wish to remind people of their enemies. You and your brothers have been exceptionally kind in giving me a chance despite all the greatest reasons to distrust me and all I say." Truth. In every way. They might not know the reputation of Lucifer Morningstar, and blame him for humanity being cursed to die, or unable to reach heaven without direct intervention from Father, or siding with demons over humans, or whatever other myth humans created about him to explain what the Fall was about, but they had more than enough reasons to distrust ALL demons, and especially Roboute who was most injured, literally poisoned.
"My only request is that if my own brothers arrive, the black-winged ones, not the white-winged -- not that angels are capable of doing wrong, but because demons are, and my brothers are certainly troublesome; please just allow me to deal with them, and should there ever be a problem, I will always take full responsibility for them, both as their oldest brother, and their commanding officer." A head tilt, "In exchange, I will do everything I can to answer any question posed to me truthfully," he's not actually capable of lying, not that he's going to TELL anyone that, (he can certainly use a LOT of wiggle room for loopholes!) but he could always stonewall -- which he does usually when cornered, and he won't for the Imperium brothers, that is his offer. "And always strive to prove: I am myself, not like other daemons," this time he used their pronunciation, though he's unsure if the difference is strong enough, but to be fair, it goes for all his own world's demons and all timelines. "And I am trying, even as I did before I fell," he says it differently too. Not like dying, like something somehow more cataclysmic and creation time-space altering. "To set a good example, mostly for my brothers, but other demons too." Though, that didn't stop Lucifer from torturing them as much as he could. Both brothers and demons.
"I am very direct in my desires." A beat. "This is true of all demons where I'm from, many can become slaves to their coveted objects if they are not taught any semblance of self-control, be it however temporary." Lucifer himself couldn't resist the strongest temptations forever, but the basic ones, and he was still stronger at it than any other demon besides Lord Diavolo, who was also half-human. As that IS secret in Devildom (not from Lucifer, but everyone else) he wouldn't mention this. But most demons just give into the urge to resort to trickery and whining or stealing (Mammon being the LARGEST example of this in all 3...) so Lucifer goes direct, to the point, every time. It helps, in his experience, with proving he is not unreliable or plotting something far far worse than he says. "And admittedly, all I know of daemons, is what I can infer from demons, or what I learn now." A shrug. "If I can help at all, ask away. Or if peace alone is preferred, I have never forgotten the value of that, especially surrounded by obnoxious loud chaos as I have been my whole existence." Yes, even as an angel. Hundreds of younger siblings after all.
"You have a very," good, fantastic, divine, steadfast, steadfast, loyal, significant, "amazing friend." A nod again to the machine. "Though I mentioned the King, it was his son, Lord Diavolo who helped me before I even knew any others might fall too." He closes one eye. He hadn't wanted them to, hadn't dared to hope they would, expect they would, but was eternally grateful, and never let himself forget that they had. They followed him to Hell itself, out of loyalty and love. He'd do anything and everything for them, including change multiple universes many times over to give them space just TO BE themselves -- within reason. (see also: locking Belphegor in the attic so he didn't try to go genocidal on humanity and ruin five+ centuries of work etc.) Even if they don't come here as well, Lucifer is going to do all he can to make space for them so it's easier on them all just on the chance. "His dream was to make it so there was no need for more war between our three main realms, angels, humans, demons, and while he's better at it than me," because everyone knew, Lucifer could be scathing, abrasive, and want to cut to the chase to the point of torturing before diplomacy, but he's trying. "After the Great Celestial War where my brothers and I fell, I never want to see such a thing ever again, as long as it can be avoided."
So if nothing else, he would of course, try to more than just keep the peace. Create the peace, even if it meant in Hell where it was needed most. "Hopefully, this helps with the recovery process, even if the machine is doing what Lord Diavolo and the King had to do -- perhaps a bit more strangely, for me." Still, he'd love to meet the inventor. If just to understand how their genius worked. Amazing.