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.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

"It is," he affirms. "You deserve something -- " beautiful, is where habit would lead him naturally. But she's a married woman and from a culture with different standards of decency than his own; he remains enough of a diplomat to know there's a chance for a failure in communication.

"-- you are comfortable with, as much as anyone else here."

[starandhope]

It is, perhaps, a rather immodest gift, in and of itself. Or it would be in the context of the world she comes from. Then again, she's received such a gift before, also from a man not her husband, and accepted it, so there's precedent.

Besides, the lack of options for proper attire here does sort of change the situation, a little.

"And you made this yourself?" she asks, wonder in her expression.

[unsheathedfromreality]

"With help," he's quick to say. "My lord Sanguinius provided the material, a certain Rio the thread, and Nara'a the final fit." A shrike stands or falls with his community, and he wouldn't have been able to do this all on his own.

There's something almost shy in his manner as he adds, "Will it suit?"

[starandhope]

She recognizes the names of both Sanuinius and Nara'a - it warms her that they were all willing to put effort into assisting in such a project.

"Yes, I think it shall," she says, offering a bright smile to Illarion. "Thank you, very much."