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Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account ([personal profile] libraryassistants) wrote in [community profile] unfinishedlibrary2026-01-09 07:42 pm

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
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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.
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Shirts for the shirtless

[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-13 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Dutifully, the young man with the pointy ears comes over to look at the shirt. There's an animal on it, probably.

"...What's a racoon?" he asks, after a moment.
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[personal profile] not_scrap 2026-01-13 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"... you know what? I don't even know. Marsupials? Are they marsupials? Anyway, little trash bandits, basically." Clearly a fantastic definition. "What kinda tail you think it has?" Because...crowdsourcing?
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[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-13 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Link continues to sport an exceptionally blank expression. Which, admittedly, is what his face tends to do most of the time anyway. But also because he doesn't know what a marsupial is either.

Zelda would probably know. She'd probably know all sorts of things about them. She might even know what a raccoon was.

Link, however, does not. So he has to look at the picture, and make a wild guess based on other small, furry animals that he's rather more familiar with.

"...Bushy?" he says, picturing a fox.
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[personal profile] not_scrap 2026-01-14 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Listen, she has never been to earth; she's spaceborn and so animals were just things from picture books.

"Right! That makes sense." She remembers the eyemask and that's key, and that's all she knows. "What colors, you think?" This is going to end up looking like a cross between a medieval illustration and LSD and she's going 100% for it.
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[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-14 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Red." Foxes were red. And that was the animal Link was referencing here, so, clearly that's what this 'racoon' should be too. "Or white. If they live in snow."