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

[fellfurthest]

For all one might make note of a talking electric three-foot-tall blue hedgehog, Lucifer does not it is the least out of the ordinary.

Devildom is weird like that, and angels are weirder.

"Deciding on whether anyone knows a meme reference or it could be reasonable to do on a shirt even if no one gets it. Two of my brothers would, but they are not here, and I cannot determine if they are just aware of odd things others might not be."

Lucifer also does not look like a man who has ever worn a single T-shirt in his life. Wearing a suit, vest, tie, gloves (indoors!) and a jacket just draped on his shoulders like a cloak, he looks like he probably threw a couple fits about only T-shirts. There's also a few plain black or red shirts near him with simple red, blue, or black ties. And the standard fake tuxedo shirt for, as one of his aforementioned brothers would say; 'the lulz.'

[thebluegumball]

"Hey, you think I go making jokes at people 'cos I expect them to understand it?" With a wave of one hand at the general concept of 'them'. "I'm doing it for myself! Screw anyone who doesn't think you're the funniest guy in town, as long as you keep making yourself laugh."

He goes to tug the tuxedo tee towards himself. "What's the joke you're thinking of, anyway?"