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unfinishedlibrary2026-01-09 07:42 pm
libraryassistants) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2026-01-09 07:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !library,
- bram stoker's dracula: mina harker,
- good omens: crowley,
- legend of zelda botw: link,
- maidensong magic: claire ryland,
- original: illarion,
- persona 5: sumire yoshizawa,
- the murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- the wonders of mundus: hikaru aozora,
- tortall: hisako godsup,
- warhammer: roboute guilliman,
- ~moonlit rivals
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.
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.
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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Her voice, tightly controlled for a moment there, starts rising as she speaks faster and faster. "What bothers me more is I thanked it, and I came back to it and played its game, and I can't hate it because this is how I work, apparently, I make nice with anyone who hurts me, with the worst people in the world, because I can't do anything else, and grab this stupid moon thing for me and let's find out!"
She draws her wings in closer and the red fire outline brightens and spreads, as her flight owes more and more to her magic and less to anything in nodding distance of flight mechanics. With that to slow and smooth the motion she glides right up to Sanguinius and extends her talons, trying to find purchase somewhere on the armor of his chest. That'll put the moon in reach of his arms, which, implicitly she's said he can use their full rotation now.
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"Hisako, if I hurt you, I would rather know, to apologize." Can he boss her around that much? Because he hears real anger and hurt in her voice. To be bound to others, forced to behave their whims and bear their injustices--it was not something he wanted to perpetuate.
His armor is incredibly ornate, and there's no shortage of hand (or foot) holds for her. He has no idea why she is upset at the moon, but she has given him an instruction, so he reaches out, easily, palming it in one hand. "Does this mean I win?" This was some very strange game. But he was trying!
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Her taloned feet don't really have the same dexterity of hands and Hisako isn't lightweight. Her claws slip and she grunts as her forwards momentum mashes her chest against his breastplate, pressing the ornamentation and the beads and ceramic flute she wears into her flesh. It hurts, in passing, but it's not anything she can't shrug off. She draws her wings in further so she can catch at Sanguinius with her wing spurs, the curved lengths of silver bone growing out of the stiff mitts that had been hands for a little while, that have supported her primary feathers for far longer. It's awkward and precarious but now she is able to get a foothold and not press up so close.
Hisako thinks she feels a shift when he takes the moon in his hand, an easing of some internal pressure, and wonders if that's psychosomatic. "Sure, oriole. I... that thing might be able to compel speech, that's what I've started worrying about."
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She can clamber on his armor to her heart's content--maybe then she will realize he's not as fragile as she seems to think. It's sweet, in a way, though.
"It is why I fear for my Legion." His genetic flaw, passed to his sons. They're all at risk.
OH. OH. That's what she meant.
He tosses the moon away from him, but it rebounds, whizzing back around his head.
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Wings don't tuck in quite the same ways as arms and her spurs very aren't grasping digits, so to keep them jammed against his armor Hisako has to have them spread wide and circled in, halfway to an embrace. It is not secure. She can feel him tense after he realizes what he's said. His topography changes when he tries to lob the moon away, and with an undignified little squeak she loses her clawhold and slips.
And yes, she can fly and will be fine, she would've bounced off already if she wasn't preoccupied by her outburst a moment ago, but alternately: Sanguinius, this is your cue! Put an arm around the bird!