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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.
Garden
Apparently unphased by his excessive height, Link gives Roboute a little wave. Hi!
Then he promptly starts raiding the garden. All of these fruits, hanging from trees or little bushes? Link's now. He's grabbing them all, and shoving them into the pack at his waist.
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"Greetings," he says, with a smile. And then watches with -- surprise, confusion, and and growing concern, as the little fellow starts stripping the garden bare.
"-- do you need all of that?" Hell, can it all fit into that pack? "There is food in the kitchen, as well."
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"Yes," he says, with complete seriousness and sincerity. He always needed more ingredients. He could make some nice meals from these. Or elixirs. Or just shove them directly into his face.
But maybe Roboute wants some too? He's big, though. He'd need a lot of fruit. Or a really big fruit.
Link pulls a hydromelon out of his pack and offers it to him. Does he want it?
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"If you are certain," he says slowly. Though he doesn't look very sure At all. "There are many of us on this ship."
And then he's offered a fruit all of his own? Which is generous, certainly, if this young man is a habitual hoarder of rations.
"Are you sure?"
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(But, well, he can't just leave them. Unpicked. That just felt wrong, for some reason. What if he needed them later? Link had to pick them.)
He nods. Yes, he's sure. He wants Roboute to eat it.
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He takes the melon in hand -- it's about the size of a grapefruit for him, which is substantial -- turning it over and hrming. "Do you have a knife? Or is there a customary way of opening it?"
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He holds it out towards Roboute. That'll work, right?
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(How did he store that in there? Some kind of dimensional folding? Even Exodite Eldar on their primitive worlds have access to many of their peoples' old technologies, after all...)
A quick test of the blade with his thumbnail, then he neatly cuts the melon into quarters and offers it back to the young man. For all of his tidiness, he seems unbothered by the juice pooling in his hand. "You keep your equipment in fine shape. Do you use it often?"
He's used to making conversation, you know? It's very hard to get him to stop.
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He takes back the tri-boomerang, and shoves it back into the back, once again completely breaking multiple laws of physics in the process. Then shrugs.
"Sometimes," he says. The tri-boomerang wasn't really his go-to weapon.
In fact, Roboute will see that strapped to Link's back is an entirely different weapon, along with a bow and shield. And perhaps, if Roboute is sensitive to such things, he'll notice that there's something about the blade. An air of divine power, of a long and ancient history. The tri-boomerang was a well-made weapon, but nothing special. The weapon on Link's back was absolutely something special.
It was also not a weapon Link had handed to him for the purposes of melon-slicing, despite being more readily accessible.