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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] flantastic 2026-01-14 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Rakia glances back up at the (very annoying) moon. "That's bigger than the other spy drone I've seen around here." It's the truth; he hasn't yet realized anything might be weird about the moon here.
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[personal profile] angel_of_baal 2026-01-14 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"It might not be the SecUnit's drone, though. Just something, or someone else, monitoring us." What fun! Surveillance culture.

He glares at the moon trying to ascertain recording devices or transmitters, but, well, he's not a Magos of the Martian Cult. No idea.
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[personal profile] flantastic 2026-01-17 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think it's a drone." He sniffs the air a little. "I think it's a rock." There's a shrug because hey, that truth-telling power of the moon is active. "It smells like food, anyway. Even if I don't think it would taste very good." Like that is a perfectly normal thing to say.
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[personal profile] angel_of_baal 2026-01-18 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Your kind eat rocks?" He's not shocked, but it's useful to know. In case they ever run out of food here, it's good to know everyone's dietary requirements.

Especially since his own are, uh, unusual. "Rocks do not normally float like that."
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[personal profile] flantastic 2026-01-20 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, Granutes eat rocks." Not that he looks like anything other than just a normal human guy. He looks back up at the moon. "Not that I'm in the business of eating anything that looks weird like that. Glowing food's a bad idea, no matter the species."
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[personal profile] angel_of_baal 2026-01-20 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"My Legion and I can, as well, if there is nothing else to draw nutrition from." Astartes dentists are somehow not a thing, no broken teeth mentioned. It's not exactly his favorite thing but needs must sometimes.

"Glowing things in general rarely bode well. I do not like how it tracks us."
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[personal profile] flantastic 2026-01-25 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh. And here everyone was treating it as really weird." Go figure. Though his preference versus someone else's last resort still put things in a different light.

Speaking of glowing things...Rakia reaches out towards the moon in sort of a lashing-out motion. A glowing tentacle springs forth from his hand and swats it, which knocks it askew for only a brief moment before it continues just hovering there. "Attacks don't seem to do much to it, either."