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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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[personal profile] guilliman 2026-01-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He isn't, is he? It's almost like he doesn't want to hurt Konrad, even knowing how quickly their kind recover. But that's ridiculous, isn't it?

"My private thoughts are my own. They matter not, as long as I do my duty." He dances out of the way of the moonbeams again. But they reach for him. Cold, bright truth. "But I cannot be doubted. Or it will all fall to ruin."
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[personal profile] curzed 2026-01-13 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The eons have not been kind to Roboute. Not if Konrad is preferable to his ongoing solitude. But now he had, at least, hope of someone more tolerable.

As much as the Lion was tolerable, anyway. "Doubted by who? If all goes well, I'm long dead."
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[personal profile] guilliman 2026-01-13 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The only thing worse, really, would be both of them. As has been proven.

White light curls around his ankles, around his neck.

"By anyone. Here, the others. You have given up on changing the future for them, but I have not. I cannot."
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[personal profile] curzed 2026-01-13 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
With no real visible difference across his eyes, it's difficult to tell when Curze's gaze shifts from Roboute to the steadily, silently approaching moon. Except for the way the moonlight reflects green, at the right angle.

How bitter a thing, to know they'll collectively fight the inevitable and fail. "You won't succeed," he says softly, but the words are accompanied by a deliberate sidestep. Not a lot. Enough that if Roboute's really determined to go, he can. "How I wish it could be otherwise."

"Mind the light."
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[personal profile] guilliman 2026-01-14 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Guilliman's expression twists. "I have to hope." But he almost sounds regretful. There are other words welling up, painful ones, and he cannot be doubted.

He summons his mettle, and pushes himself forward, to bully past his brother like a bloodball player. Out, out of this twilit garden, and into the strange light of their prison.