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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
Content warnings: Please put them in the comment headers!

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] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-17 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a lovely day (night?) in the Library, and Link is raiding the garden.

His progress is easy to track; just follow the moon floating above his head as he makes his way through the trees and plants, looking for anything to forage. Those berries? Into the pack. Those fruits? Into the pack. Those flowers and herbs? Into the pack.

In short, everything that can be foraged, is being foraged. All of which is disappearing into a very small pack, hanging from his waist, which isn't anywhere near big enough to hold all of the stuff he's just shoved into it.
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[personal profile] not_scrap 2026-01-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse you!" She was gonna eat that apple. Later. She was letting it hang on the tree till then for ultimate freshness. "You can't take all the food. Unless you're, you know, like real tired of living or something." People riot over lack of food. She's seen it.
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[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-18 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Link pauses, halfway up the tree, stolen apple in hand. He looks down at her.

Then holds out the apple towards her. Does she want it instead?
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[personal profile] unsheathedfromreality 2026-01-18 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
If Illarion could interrogate his feelings about it, he'd find the addition of the moon -- why only one? And no rings in the sky? -- to the garden a little unsettling.

But he can't, so he doesn't, and he has been out as regularly as clockwork to tend to the garden at least once a Library-day. Finding someone young and sharp-eared unexpectedly pillaging it --

Should also evoke emotions beyond a vague, residual ember of parental exhaustion. "How many people are you planning to feed with that, fledge?" he asks, pausing on his way into the garden to inspect a denuded blackberry bush.

(The clearly dwarf-made miracle pack is going to be a different question, after he gets to the bottom of the real issue.)
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[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-19 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Link pauses, arm stretched down to pluck a tomato from the vine, and looks at Illarion. He blinks, and thinks about this question. And then...shrugs.

He doesn't really have plans. Not anything specific, anyway. But he'd be happy to feed these to people.

"You need some?" he asks, straightening up.
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[personal profile] unsheathedfromreality 2026-01-20 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
At second look -- brief, glancing, the way shrikes prefer to look at people -- that's not an elf of his kind over there. Sharp ears, yes, but obviously mammalian and altogether too human in coloration for another shrike. (Leaving aside the internal differences.)

"Was planning to harvest these today," he replies, to the question, and points at the blackberry bush. It sidesteps whether he needs them (he does not).

"Others will want some, too. This is all meant to be shared."

So why pick it all and then offer it back?
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[personal profile] newmemorywhodis 2026-01-20 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
“How many?” Link asks, before immediately pulling some pilfered blackberries out of the pack.

He doesn’t mind giving them up. He’s likes being able to help, to be useful. It’s just…they also needed picking up. He had to take them. He just did.

“Who else needs food?” He ask. He’ll have to find them. See what they need. Link’s got a lot of good, surely he can help.