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unfinishedlibrary2025-10-31 06:42 pm
libraryassistants) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2025-10-31 06:42 pm
Entry tags:
- !library,
- blade runner: kd6-3.7,
- bram stoker's dracula: mina harker,
- dracula: jonathan harker,
- hades: thanatos,
- original: illarion,
- sonic the hedgehog (film): shadow,
- the murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- the rising world: kaiisteron,
- the wonders of mundus: hikaru aozora,
- to be hero x: x,
- warhammer: sanguinius
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!]
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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It was a little exciting, the sheer idea of it.
At least being unremarkable kept X safe. So there was some benefit. The white-haired Victorian solicitor standing before him used to know a thing or two about being unremarkable.
"Oh, I see." He followed some of that; paper plates caught his attention more than the UFOs. For now he shook in return, tipping his head in return. Moments like these remembering he lost his hat somewhere before arrival. "It is a delight to make your aquantiance, X."
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That room may cycle through to whatever it wants for others, but he can actually request the right room from the start. It was probably a side effect of his abilities hitting whatever force made the Library.
"Are you use to any strange and unusual events back home?" He lets go with a smile, and nods at the new UFO that appeared from the same hook as the one he took down had been hanging from. It would be easier to get along with someone who wasn't surprised by supernatural forces.
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A look was given to X, as if it was a test. At a time, being normal was SO important to him, but these days? Since his hair turned white from trauma and rage? Normal was a pipe dream. "You could say that, yes." He finally spoke up, a little embarrassed, despite the kukri knife literally at his side just under his coat. He had not stopped carrying it since the hunt for Dracula got serious.
Looking up at the new UFO, eyes widening some as he reached up to pluck it down. Ignoring the new one that also formed as he looked it over more closely. "I have dealt with vampires." That was all he felt he needed to say, though he spoke it rather low.
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No new employee handbooks, no rules to made aware of, no manager to appear and direct them about the place. They can guess a little about their purposes, and the assistant on the phone may sometimes answer them, but there was nothing to really tell them what was going on. But from what he's seen so far, it felt that most of them were hurting before they were pulled here.
"Vampires." No questioning tone, no mockery. True that wasn't something he's seen in his world, but given how easy it what to wake up changed by the belief of others, a creature of folktales and fiction didn't seem to be that hard to imagine. "That you're still standing speaks of your strength against them."
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The solicitor and the salaryman, both from different worlds, are stuck in the same place.
"I would not say strength. I just did what needed to be done." He had told the story a few times now and didn't really want to dredge up the details again after a fitful night of sleep. "What of you? Have you had experiences in the supernatural?"
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As one does in a company. Not that X would ever do that in FOMO considering that he had been trying to not attract the CEO's attention.
"Well, I'm not sure if I would call it supernatural..." he said with a shake of his head. "In my world, we have Heroes - people who gain powers due to the Trust of others around them. It's probably supernatural if you're looking in from the outside, but it's pretty normal."
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Perhaps he will do the same. Jonathan knew nothing of human resources, he was an orphan picked out by his boss to be a solicitors clerk and had somehow inherited the business after trauma and the death of the only parental figure he knew.
"It does sound supernatural from my perspective, though I can see why it would seem normal if it often happens in your world." He offered with a nod. "Have you met any of these heroes?"
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Not that it works all the time. HR were run by the company itself after all. The more corrupt a company ways, the more draconian their HR got.
"I've met a few," he said and just tugs his sleeve up. Hovering over his wrist, right above his smart watch, were glowing numbers that flickered like a light bulb on the verge of dying. They stabilized and then vanished leaving the after-image of bright blue-white light. X clicked his tongue at that, and tugged his suit cuff back into place.
"Most of us have a Trust Value, though it looks like the Library makes it static. Nothing about them changes, which is a good thing. Nice and Wreck need it."
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"So the power they have stops this trust rating from showing up, or everyone has the same number here?" The watch had caught his eyes as much as the numbers; he had a pocket watch, but that was it. One he was very meticulous about was remembering to wind it up at night. His old one was lost, but the one he had had been his father figure's that was included in his inheritance of everything the old man had.
The watch kept part of Mr. Hawkin's with him. "Nice and Wreck?" Odd names, but clearly names.
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Humming slightly, he takes another look at his Trust Value, looking at the numbers as they flicker first to the impossible number he had right before his walk with Ahu - and the attacks from Heroes, Phobiaclones, and all - then to a steady '2'. Well. At least he knew the other two Heroes thought of him from time to time.
"Looks like it has separated us from our home, but since it is how our world works, it's still active in a way."
X really wished that the Library would have used their real names, but that's a fleeting thought. Like with him and his glaring 'X' name badge on top of the inability to actually say his civilian name. Figuring out how this place works was turning out to be a headache unlike the one he had gotten when his powers first showed up.
"They're from my world. Nice is a Hero in all sense of the word - looks good, saves people from destruction, good in a fight, poised. The whole thing. Wreck is his nemesis - shows up to attack him, or crush him in a fight and ends up losing. It's all theater stunts to make their company look good, but that's how it goes. The Commission is pulling the strings to make sure that we don't create another god.
They're good kids -" So says a man who might be only a year or two older than them " - but they have a pretty bad company."