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Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account ([personal profile] libraryassistants) wrote in [community profile] unfinishedlibrary2025-10-31 06:42 pm

Careful of the stacks - LIBRARY LOG

Who: EVERYONE!
What: A bunch of Editors walk into a library...
When: October 31st - November 13
Where: The Unfinished Library
Content warnings: Please add them as needed in the comment titles!

Welcome to the Library, Editors.

As the new residents drop into the Library, they are bound to have questions. Unfortunately it seems no one (except perhaps someone on the phone) appears to have any answers. But there is a nice little cart with a carafe of too weak coffee, a pot of too strong tea, assorted creams and sugar packets, and what appear to be leftover boxed shortbread cookies. There’s a sign inviting people to help themselves but reminding them not to take any food or drinks into the stacks, or touch any of the books with their grubby cookie hands. But aside from this little display and the nametags they’re all given, which do reappear whenever removed for the first week (where do they keep coming from?), the Editors are more or less left alone.

The Library is eternal, or at least it seems that way, unbothered by its new inhabitants. It certainly does not seem like this is anything unusual within its operation. Are there other sections of the Library with Editors, tucked into a different part of the stacks? Have there been Editors here before, and the ones here are simply a replacement? It’s impossible to say, just that the Library seems quite prepared for them. The refrigerators are stocked with appropriate (if generic) foodstuffs, any tantrums in front of the circulation desk are completely ignored, and attempts to set the Library on fire fizzle out before anything can even catch.

However, after a few days, some of the scenery in the Library seems to be changing. Little singing bowls and white noise makers pop up on various shelves and counters, yoga mats appear tucked under the bunk beds (plenty for everyone, somehow), and some of the rooms have started playing relaxing, meditative music over unseen speakers. More confusingly, there are also small UFOs hanging by string from the lower ceilings of the contained rooms, which on closer reflection are revealed to simply be two paper plates glued together and painted silver. In the beginning they’re quite sparse, but by the end of the second week they are everywhere and impossible to ignore.

At the start of the second week, there is a possible hint as to why, for at least part of it. On the table by the circulation desk there is a sign: “This Week’s Recommended Reading: Invasion of the Body Snatchers!” Next to it, there is a sign up sheet: a waitlist to check-out the ‘reading.’ (There is no explanation or apology for it actually being a movie.)

[ooc note: The Library prompts from the TDM can be considered canon to the game. Remember any of the locations listed in the setting are fair game. Have fun!]
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Scarlet El Vandimion | May I Ask for One Final Thing? | OTA

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-01 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
1🌹May I Ask Where I Am?
Her eyes open slowly, the memory of her dream meeting with Chronoa slowly fading from her mind, her concern for Sanya immediate.

And immediately confused.

She sits up more quickly, glancing down at herself, glad to see that she's in proper clothing to be... wherever she is. She'll climb to her feet, dust herself off, and ensure that her hair and clothes are in order before she starts exploring.

This includes wandering through the stacks and, of course, occasionally pulling books off of the shelves and looking within to see the strange state all these texts seem to be in.

Eventually, she'll make her way to the dorm areas, the kitchenette, and she'll start frowning at all of the strange foods and supplies that she's unfamiliar with. She's not upset by them; on the contrary, she's very curious. But she's not sure where she's supposed to get more than tea and cookies. Where are the servants?

2🌹May I Ask For More Tea?
The tea is atrocious, but far be it from her to comment on her host's skills. Instead, she will take more of the shortbread cookies than most might assume a girl of her size would be inclined to eat and use them to cut the intensity of the tea with it as she looks around at the others to see who else seems to have been brought here. When she notes someone looking back at her, she'll offer a short but elegant curtsy before introducing herself; just because there's name tags does not mean she will forget her manners.

"Good day. My name is Scarlet El Vandimion, daughter of the Duke Vandimion of the Kingdom of Pallistan. Very pleased to meet you, of course."

3🌹May I Ask What These Are?
The changes catch her attention.

When the bowls show up, she'll pick one up, fiddle with it, figure out the way of using it, both to ring it and to make it sing. The white noise makers, much like all the rest of the technology she's encountered that is outside of her experience, will be watched for a time and tested with a few times to understand the purpose of the strange sound coming out of them. The yoga mats will be pulled out and tested for standing on and laying on and doing handstands on. The music? She's going to try and hunt for where it's coming from.

The UFOs? Utterly lost on these. She won't take them down, but she will examine each one that appears and take it apart before using her ability to return it to how it was.

...what the hell is this?

4🌹 Wildcard(catalog)
[ Can you think of something else to do in the library? Poke me in the discord or ping me on plurk @ yarnipan and we can come up with something! ]
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Welcome / the Kitchenette

[personal profile] extrasaltypotato 2025-11-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
There is a short man - or perhaps a youth - with pointed ears and dragonfly wings, bearing a staff tipped with a red crystal, and wearing a red mantle, black robes with gold trim, and a broad-brimmed pointed black hat. Eating some kind of fragrant stew over rice.

He watches Scarlet's growing irritation with some curiosity, when he blinks, suddenly realizing what he's seeing and where he's seen it before.

"Ah, it's meant to be self-service, milady," he says, hoping that this is a suitable term of address to nobility he doesn't know the rank of. "Though I would be happy to serve you some of what I've prepared. It's quite impossible to make curry rice for one."
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Re: Welcome / the Kitchenette

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-01 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thing he says gets a blink from her; she's sorry: self service? How does that work? But her shoulders sink in considerable relief when he makes the offer. She gives him a warm and appreciative smile as she nods.

"I would very much appreciate that. How kind of you." She glances to the pot. "I would love some curry rice. Thank you."

She'll pause then and offer a curtsy to him.

"Scarlet El Vandimion."
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Re: Welcome / the Kitchenette

[personal profile] extrasaltypotato 2025-11-02 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Ser Hikaru Aozora, late of Viacruz," he says, bowing from the waist with a flourish of his arm.

He measures a portion of rice out by filling and leveling a small bowl and inverting it onto a soup plate, then starts to ladle the fragrant stew over the rice. There appear to be cubes of beef and potatoes in it, as well as discs of carrot, wedges of sweet apple, and some green peas.

"Would you prefer a fork and spoon, or a pair of chopsticks? I can already tell that a knife is quite unnecessary," he says, and he may be smiling with pride.
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Re: Welcome / the Kitchenette

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-03 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The flourish gains her a smile and she'll choose to add-

"Forgive me the informality: I hail from the Kingdom of Pallistan. I'm unfamiliar with Viacruz."

And her eyes move then to the curry as he prepares the dish. Yes, she looks quite pleased with the meal already.

"Please: whatever means you traditionally use to eat the dish in your home; I'm familiar with all three."

One defers to the culture of one's host and while this is not his location, this is his food. He is hosting for her.

"Though I agree, Ser Hikaru, that the dish looks as tender as it is clearly fragrant."
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Re: Welcome / the Kitchenette

[personal profile] extrasaltypotato 2025-11-03 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
“It’s likely that we’re from different worlds entirely. This is not the first time I’ve travelled to a different one, amd last time wasn’t voluntary either. And please, I am the last person to require formality; I just learned it from my Adventuring days.”

At her answer about utensils, Hikaru nods, and finds a pair of chopsticks, a spoon - no Chinese style ones so he uses a soup spoon - and a paper napkin.

Rather than try to maneuver around Scarlet, he blows onto his palm, an a spectral hand in soft glowing blue appears in mid-air. It delivers her the means to eat his curry, Hikaru seemingly directing it with his gaze.

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Re: Welcome / the Kitchenette

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-08 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't seem at all confused at this method of delivery and she'll offer a smile in thanks as she takes the utensil and-

Oh. Oh the curry is gone. All of it. All of it is gone. How...

"Oh, I didn't realize that you were a former Adventurer! What rank were you, if you don't mind me asking?"

Re: Welcome / the Kitchenette

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kitchens!

[personal profile] starandhope 2025-11-01 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Mina, while a well-bred lady herself, is not of the aristocracy and is perfectly used to doing things without the assistance of servants. She's making tea and putting together some sandwiches.

"I believe this should be better than what's been provided to us by our gracious hosts," she says with only a slight hint of sarcasm on that gracious bit. "Will you join me? Oh, my apologies - we haven't been properly introduced yet. I am Mina Harker."
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Re: kitchens!

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-01 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She'll offer a short curtsy.

"Scarlet El Vandimion. A pleasure to meet you, Mina. I would love to join you for tea. Thank you."

She settles her skirts and folds her hands together thoughtfully, quite happy to let Mina put things together. She will most certainly learn at some point how to do these things for herself, but today is not that day.
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[personal profile] starandhope 2025-11-01 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Mina is more than happy to play hostess. After all, it's a role she expects to play often as Jonathan's wife, serving guests in their home. And she does it perfectly - she had taught etiquette and deportment to young British ladies up till very recently.

"I must admit, it's a bit of a relief to have someone else around who seems to know the basics of polite introductions. I try not to judge, but it's frightening enough to wind up in such a place, only to have our fellow kidnappees be rude about it."
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[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-01 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh?"

She hasn't had any rude introductions. Hence there being no new holes in any walls. She frowns and steps a little closer.

"I'm sorry you had such an experience, Mina. I've been doing my best to consider this all something of an adventure, but I've been rather lucky not to experience anyone's rudeness."

She'll find a place to sit, keeping her focus still on Mina.

"No one's been any more rude than failing to offer their name, I should hope?"
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[personal profile] starandhope 2025-11-01 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, nothing worse than the occasional vulgarity," Mina says with a placating smile. "I can hardly blame anyone for it. I was very disconcerted upon arrival, myself."

She stirs a small amount of cream and sugar into her own tea, thoughtful. "Have you ever had an adventure before?" she asks, curious.

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May I ask what these are?

[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2025-11-01 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The SecUnit hadn't intended to hang around. There was a human already here, and it would really rather not interact with them.

But then Scarlet started making sounds with those bowls that had shown up everywhere, and...oh. That sound is nice. It likes that.

So instead of moving on, it sort of just...stops. And listens for a bit.
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Re: May I ask what these are?

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-03 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
When she notices an audience, she turns and offers him a smile as she continues to make the bowl sing delicately in her hand.

She doesn't interrupt the song with a greeting but she turns her hand gently in offer if the new arrival would like to try it for themselves.
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2025-11-03 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a brief, startled look on its face - shit, she's looking at it - before it realises what she's doing.

Oh. She wants it to make the music?. Shit. It doesn't know how to do that; it doesn't have any music making education modules. That's a ComfortUnit thing, not a SecUnit thing.

It shakes its head. Uh, no thank you. She can keep at it.
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[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-03 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She will accept that and continue to make the bowl sing, eyes closing as she tries different speeds, letting it grow louder or softer, more vibrant or deeper. It's a fascinating instrument, and she pulls the stick away to tap it just right to ring out, bell-like before she puts it down.

"It's an interesting instrument. Meditative."
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2025-11-03 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
There's an awkward pause, for a moment. The SecUnit's always a bit nervous, when a strange human just...starts talking to it, like this. It never knew how it should respond.

(But it did like the instrument.)

"...It's nice," it says. She might notice it's not looking her in the eyes; instead it looks at the bowl, using it as an excuse to look elsewhere.
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Re: Scarlet El Vandimion | May I Ask for One Final Thing? | OTA

[personal profile] wontforbidtherain 2025-11-01 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Aphra doesn't recognize the country, but she would admit that her knowledge of every nation might be incomplete, unless it had shown up in the newsreels or her grade school history studies. For that matter, she could imagine that some small kingdom absorbed into a larger nation might still have nobility -- perhaps in exile -- that would still consider their titles important.

"Miss Aphra Marsh." The only title she could claim was Gavn, 'Eldest-on-land', and that was not one she explained to strangers. (It also meant very little when the only other person of the water still on land was her younger brother.) "A pleasure to meet you... Lady Vandimion?"

Aphra is going to be polite, but Aphra's people had been living in America for centuries, and had generally tried to avoid drawing attention of nobility before that.
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[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-01 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Aphra will earn a warm smile from her as she dips her head in acknowledgement.

"Scarlet, please," because she is hardly in Pallistan, and that means her political affiliations mean very little. She offers the introduction that way as a matter of manners, as well as to ensure no one behaves with her in a way that would upset them later should they find out. While she can be rather subtle, the strangeness of her situation makes her less inclined to such a tactic.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marsh." A little headtilt, still very warm. "Or would you prefer Aphra as well?"
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[personal profile] wontforbidtherain 2025-11-01 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Aphra shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't quite get used to the informality of being called by my given name by a stranger. But, I will not take offense by it."

And it meant she would be trying to use the woman's first name, without an honorific like 'lady' or 'miss'.

Aphra does offer a rueful smile. She's grasped that the range of what people consider comfortable address varies here. Which seems like it might cause problems, but she'll try to adapt. And, if they can't get free, she might quickly find that she'll have enough familiarity to be comfortable being called Aphra.

(That is an unsettling thought and Aphra shuffles it aside.)

"How are you finding things, Scarlet?" Innocuous, but it's a good time to pick up information both practical and anything that can be used for a plan.
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[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-03 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She was raised a noble lady in a home used to political necessity. As such, she dips her head.

"If you would be more comfortable with Miss Vandimion, you are welcome to use that. I only thought to make it clear we stand here together as equals."

A simple enough thing to allow, and certainly nothing she's unused to. Her companions comfort is important. But the question has her looking around, and that's when a bit of very human displeasure appears around her eyes.

"This place is strange, in many ways, though I see no proof of malevolence or villainous intent," and given that her own icy calm has made people read her as such, she's not inclined to paint neutrality as wickedness herself, "I do find the lack of... food service somewhat, er, awkward."

She's never cooked a day in her life. That's new. Just because she is not as delicate a flower as she appears does not mean that she knows how to do domestic work.
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[personal profile] wontforbidtherain 2025-11-06 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Aphra considered what she knew about the wealthy. "I can teach you how to cook," she offered. The kitchen was close enough in technology to the ones she knew that she felt confident in using it. "Once you understand some of the basics, you can try to find some recipes in the library if you don't care for any of my recipes."

Aphra knew her own mother's home cooking, and Mama Rei's adaptations of Japanese food to what she could get in American markets. It meant she was very comfortable with sea food.

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At the Tea Cart

[personal profile] terraboo 2025-11-04 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
The woman in the scholarly-priestly mix of robes bowed.

"Laina Guthart of the Gnomonish Monastic Library of Salzberg."

... She bows a bit lower, as if having the expectation to do so for nobility drilled into her at some point.

"I doubt I'd do much better with the tea, sadly."
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Re: At the Tea Cart

[personal profile] ice_rose 2025-11-08 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She looks just a little brighter at the mention that she's from a monastery of sorts. The scholarly priest robes don't seem to give her any kind of pause either.

"I've never heard of Salzberg, but I suppose that makes this place somewhat more familiar for you, considering." She looks down at the tea. "It greatly improves the shortbread cookies, if you put one into the other."
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Re: At the Tea Cart

[personal profile] terraboo 2025-11-08 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"That would make sense," Laina says. "I was already pretty sure this place is not anywhere on Mundus. Given that, it's pretty easy to reach 'multiple people pulled into a crossover' territory. Just as long as we're not on a planet named 'Warworld' or 'The Terrain of Testament', I think I can handle it. Not alone, probably, but just. Emotionally, it's easier if the plane isn't some macho hellscape of 'awesome' or whatevertheheck."