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unfinishedlibrary2026-02-04 05:36 pm
libraryassistants) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2026-02-04 05:36 pm
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a library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance
Who: Richard, Phillip, and any Editors lingering in the Library during the Story. (Whether through use of Ex-Media Res or other means.)
What: The Story is unfolding, and there is menial labor to be done. You didn't think it was the Library fixing all those bedsheets, did you?
When: Throughout the Story. (OOC timeline: January 23rd - March 20th.)
Where: In the Library itself.
Content warnings: Will add as they come up.
Without the Editors, the Library feels... different. The Stacks stand tall and hollow, the Lobby rings with music that echoes down the empty halls. The Safe Zone, once a boat, now appears in the form of an endless forest.
Those who have used Ex-Media Res to avoid the Story's start will enjoy the peace and quiet for only a few minutes before they discover they are not quite alone. They will invariably be accosted by an Assistant; at the Story's start, they are both equipped with cleaning supplies. Neither of them look excited about what they're going to do with them, and both will be pleased to see a lingering Editor who will be summarily conscripted into doing chores.
As the Story progresses through its various acts, the decor in the Library is replaced by more and more outrageous substitutes... Anyone who is returned to the Library after its start will find themselves confronted by two armies of inflatable toys in the Lobby, being appropriately armed by Phillip and disapprovingly rearranged by Richard. Some of the toys have clothes. At least one of them has a hole and is slowly deflating.
Nearby the Assistants, a simple sheet of paper rests upon a clipboard. The headers of 'P' and 'R' are written in tidy script, and beneath them are a series of tally marks. It looks like 'R' is winning.
What: The Story is unfolding, and there is menial labor to be done. You didn't think it was the Library fixing all those bedsheets, did you?
When: Throughout the Story. (OOC timeline: January 23rd - March 20th.)
Where: In the Library itself.
Content warnings: Will add as they come up.
Without the Editors, the Library feels... different. The Stacks stand tall and hollow, the Lobby rings with music that echoes down the empty halls. The Safe Zone, once a boat, now appears in the form of an endless forest.
Those who have used Ex-Media Res to avoid the Story's start will enjoy the peace and quiet for only a few minutes before they discover they are not quite alone. They will invariably be accosted by an Assistant; at the Story's start, they are both equipped with cleaning supplies. Neither of them look excited about what they're going to do with them, and both will be pleased to see a lingering Editor who will be summarily conscripted into doing chores.
As the Story progresses through its various acts, the decor in the Library is replaced by more and more outrageous substitutes... Anyone who is returned to the Library after its start will find themselves confronted by two armies of inflatable toys in the Lobby, being appropriately armed by Phillip and disapprovingly rearranged by Richard. Some of the toys have clothes. At least one of them has a hole and is slowly deflating.
Nearby the Assistants, a simple sheet of paper rests upon a clipboard. The headers of 'P' and 'R' are written in tidy script, and beneath them are a series of tally marks. It looks like 'R' is winning.
Illarion | OTA??
Illarion had not known what to expect when he'd simply -- chosen not to touch the book. Not to enter the Story, to stand by and watch the other Editors disappear into it in ones and twos. The insistent tug that had dragged him into the first one simply wasn't there this time --
And while Richard had indicated it was better he go along with the Stories, he has -- he thinks -- earned a respite from being pushed and pulled against his own will. (Especially after what happened with Sanguinius.)
Though it's not like he has any grand idea what he's going to do while everyone's off galavanting around as biologically impossible lovelorn vampires, or whatever it is that's happening between those two covers. Turn more t-shirts into privacy curtains, most likely -- which is in fact what he's settling in to do when the last remaining Editor disappears, perched (literally) on a chair with a view of the Storybook.
He hadn't banked on being accosted to do chores. ... Not that that's any better, or worse, than anything he could do with himself. The dead are tireless and don't get bored.
"Where do you want me first?"
Maybe this is to get him back for all those bedsheets he made off with.
ii. oops
... Though the longer Illarion spends placidly mending things -- acting against his own unholy nature as one of the risen dead -- the more the need to break something itches at him, a discomforting feeling at the base of his fangs and the tips of his talons.
Eventually one of the inflatable duckies is going to get it, and he'll end up in the time-out forest. It's ... enough like home that rather than departing at the end of his mandatory five minutes, he seats himself beneath a tree and tips his head back to stare up at the canopy, unblinking.