for all the world's a stage - LIBRARY LOG

[libraryassistants]

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.

Comments

[goodtobebad]

"Ah," Crowley says with a sage nod. "Ancient Greek themed. They enjoyed their scary women. But owlbears? Really? That sounds way too cute to be evil."

[codeswitchcraft]

"They might appear cute in repose," Siobhan says, very seriously, "but in action they are very much owls and very much bears and very, very dangerous."

[goodtobebad]

“Okay,” Crowley agrees. “But there’s a pretty vast gulf between dangerous and evil. Plenty of animals are dangerous. Doesn’t make them evil monsters.”

[codeswitchcraft]

"I know that," Siobhan says. "My own patron is the goddess of nature. I do know that. She Who Must Be Abjured makes monsters with no other purpose than to fight and terrorize the people on Mundus."

[goodtobebad]

“So these owlbears - they run around looking for people to eat?”

He’s just so curious!

She's basically describing random monster encounters from the NPC POV lol

[codeswitchcraft]

"Yes," Siobhan says. "The Tyrant-Queen deposits them into the wilderness near well-traveled roads and watches to see them attack whatever Namers they encounter."

[goodtobebad]

Crowley scowls a bit. “That sounds even more arbitrarily cruel than the Creator God of my universe, who created the Heavens and Earth with the intention of destroying it all in six thousand years.”

[codeswitchcraft]

"That is horrible!" Siobhan says. "Say what you will about those who created Mundus, but at least it was not made with planned obsolescence in mind."

[goodtobebad]

“You can say that again,” Crowley agrees, shoving more popcorn in his mouth. “Don’t get me wrong, humans do a lot of terrible things, to each other and to the world. But that’s no reason to wipe ‘em all out.”

[codeswitchcraft]

Siobhan nods.

Then, rather reluctantly, she adds, "I suppose in the interest of fairness, I should tell you that my goddess told me that She Who Must Be Abjured only plays the role that she was given in our world and that when she is not setting monsters upon the population she is a very nice person... but that is a notion I still struggle with, though I know my lady would not lie to me."

[goodtobebad]

"Hm," Crowley says. "So being forced into a role she may or may not actually be interested in, and branded evil for it? Strangely relatable."

[codeswitchcraft]

"My lady says she is something called a 'heel,'" Siobhan explains. "If that is a term that is familiar to you."

[goodtobebad]

That gets a snort of laughter from Crowley. "Yeah, that - that about describes it."