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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!]
Laina's Lair
So when the door opens on another area with another person in it, she rolls her eyes and allows an expression of aggravation to escape her.
"Ugh, people again," she says.
What Laina will make of the rather sudden appearance of a 6'5'' woman clearly stitched together...well, that remains to be seen.
Re: Laina's Lair
She actually seems relatively ready for a figure like this. Tall, clearly something different... She doesn't seem too concerned with that, surprisingly. Almost like she's used to a wider array of varieties of people than just Andrax - oh, uh, humans.
"I think all the rooms are two beds, sadly. Thus trying to create as much of something like a space for myself as I can. Not sure the rooms even lock, actually. Should probably check that."
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Finally, though, she pays proper attention to the other person in the room.
"Good on you for doing some 'requisitioning.' I approve of rampant theft from whoever or whatever our new jailor is."
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She sighs. "You probably can threaten people away, yes. But is that the right way to do it? I mean. The loner's the archetype, but I suspect that to get out of here, it'll be a lot easier with more pairs of hands, right?"
Maybe not the best way to word that, Laina, but the sentiment is likely clear.
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"Oh, I can and will threaten people. It's better than what I'll do otherwise, which is throw them out headfirst. I don't do friends."
But she pauses at what the woman had said earlier.
"And wait - are you talking about a god?"
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... That is a rather large poleaxe at her side. Not unreasonable for her, but enough to say 'this girl knows how to fight'.
"I'd still say that trying to work with people's likely to go better. Then again, I guess I'm used to being the weirdo for all the stuff I've read, soooo, maybe I'm not one to talk."
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She's been stabbed or sliced enough times, over the many decades.
"A priestess. Well, if you can summon things, make yourself useful and summon me up some sacramental wine or something - I haven't found any bloody alcohol in this place, and it's upsetting."
Ok, so she can't quite avoid being herself - but it's not said in anger, at least.
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Even if it'll have to be done teetotal.
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Wait, isn't she from a medieval world based on, uh, everything? Jacuuzi is a more modern term, how does she know it?
Or does that even draw notice?
Had to flip a coin on this one :P
She hadn't been fully facing the other, but she is now, cocking her head a bit.
"Well, then. All we'd need is a jet engine and we'd be set," she replied, testing.
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Pause. Pause. Think.
"... That sounds wrong but I can't be sure?"
She's read a lot, but doesn't have any actual experience with modern worlds, it seems. Not enough to be sure a jet engine wouldn't be used to power a hot tub.
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"And it also sounds like something you shouldn't know the first thing about," she adds, staring at the other, with deep suspicion in her voice.
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She reaches into her bookbag, pulling out a tome, Bob Dylan Lyrics: 1972</>. "One volume of an I do not know how many set. That showed up in the library for me to find. Now, imagine that repeating untold times. Books. Magazines. You name it."
"All of it from a different planet, whose technology is so centuries in the future. Cultures barely recognizable. I barely know how much I've read. But until here, that's all I could do, is read."
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"Bob Dylan?!" she replies, in some disbelief. "This is from my world...or some version of it," she adds, the last said more thoughtfully.
She shakes her head, with a sigh.
"Well, fair warning. If Twilight shows up, just burn it."
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She pulls a bit of a face.
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"No uniforms for me," she adds. "I've had to kill too many assholes in them."
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This woman just seemed the sort to have to deal with that. A lot.
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Laina shrugs. "It's common enough a thing. Just, what I know is a bit different from others who were around me."
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"Well, big axe and knows things. At least you'll probably be able to hold your own with whatever nonsense we deal with."
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She prompts, waving a hand. It's a meaningless term to her.
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