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

[birdchasingecho]

She nods about the idea of making it a work shirt. "Ehhh, maybe I should make a print like that, too, it's a good choice..."

Taking an odd job back home might not be bad.

To the question, she holds it up. "Kikaiser Nano. She's a chemist."

[flantastic]

"Sachika probably would have had twenty different designs worked up by now." He sighs. The homesickness, it is real. "Personalized for everyone's tastes, put their name on it, that sort of thing. Little logo, I can do."

And he looks a little quizzical at that answer. "Never heard of her," he admits.

[birdchasingecho]

"Well, I'd figured you were from a different world than me, but that just sorta confirms it, huh?" She says.

"And, hm." She counts on her fingers for the designs she's helped with today. "Only five so far, but I've been stopping to cut the stencils..."

[flantastic]

"Can't say I'm surprised." He is a Granute from the Granute World and perhaps he should mention that, but it's never really come up. "I'm assuming I'm the only one from my world until I see otherwise."

He nods at the counting. "Hapipare would help you out with anything, and I know on at least one occasion Sachika and Shouma were helping someone deck themselves out with fan merchandise for some concert. Sachika probably would have had the entire audience decked out with one of these things."

[birdchasingecho]

"I might be headed for the same kinda business," Mei admitted. "I need somethin' ta do that won't-- that won't upset my guardian too much. Odd jobs seem just the thing."

Still, she nods along. "Sounds like you two get along pretty well, then?"

[flantastic]

Rakia's been on his own completely bereft of anyone who might remotely qualify as a guardian for quite some time at this point in his life so he cannot quite relate to that aspect of things, but he nods. "Odd jobs are also flexible in the event you need to run off suddenly and take care of...other, more explosive business."

And he seems...not exactly surprised at that assessment, more like caught. Were his cheeks flushing a little? How odd. "Yeah, we. Uh. we do."

[birdchasingecho]

"Oho?" oh no. she's attempting Girl Talk. "I see~ How close do ya feel, then?"

[flantastic]

No. Why is this conversation going this way? "I...don't know. Close?" HOW DID THIS HAPPEN.

[birdchasingecho]

Sorry, Rakia. She has compersion and is also a token toku girl. Literally. She's cursed to it. "I see, I see."

She swaps to her own stamp and sets it down on the next shirt. She uses the negative space of the shirt's color well, to give it a crisp implied outline.

[flantastic]

Why is his face still hot what is happening. He is just. Going to watch her make that shirt, he's fine, it's fine, all is good here.

[birdchasingecho]

... Huh. That's not the reaction she usually gets out of Ichigo. Still, hang that up to cure while she works on the next set. "Hm. What's a good next topic?"

[flantastic]

Good question. "Why not to use glitter on prints like these? Too many people around here...are fond of glitter." He sighs. "I got covered by the stuff when I was trying to rescue people from alien abductions. It sucked."

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[birdchasingecho]

"Well, there's two reasons! One is that you have to apply the glitter to the vinyl and then remove it when you're done, and that's a pain. But, two!"

[birdchasingecho]

"I don't like glitter."

[flantastic]

That gets a laugh out of him. "Good news, neither do I. But a lot of people here seem kind of into it, so keep an eye out."

[birdchasingecho]

"It's because of the reading. Have you read, much?"

[flantastic]

"Not at all," he says, unashamed of the lack of effort he has put in.

[birdchasingecho]

There's a moment where she looks entirely unimpressed. "You get surprised by a lot, don't you?"

[flantastic]

"But I'm well-rested," Rakia says, unfazed. "Got a lot of napping in."

[birdchasingecho]

"Ah. Now I remember why this is familiar." That boy could stand to take things more seriously, too. "Don't expect me to clean up after you, either."

[flantastic]

Rakia looks almost offended. "I do just fine cleaning up after myself!"

Wait. "I'm not going to mess things up!"

[birdchasingecho]

"Yes, yes, I'm sure." She hangs up the next few, hums. "So. What do you do with your time, odd jobs aside?"

[flantastic]

He shrugs. "Napping, mostly. Can't say I've had a lot of time for hobbies lately." And there's a nod in her direction. "And what about you? Got any hobbies all this is keeping you from?"

[birdchasingecho]

"Judo," she replies, simply. "And archery, I suppose, but I laid down the bow ages ago."

[flantastic]

"Might want to pick that back up again," Rakia says thoughtfully. "Could be a useful skill with whatever we're going to have to face in the future."