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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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He maintains eye contact as he pops one of the smaller rocks into his mouth and starts chewing. It is perhaps louder than the sound of crunching on instant coffee.
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The sound of crunching rocks is absolutely louder than the sound of crunching instant coffee, and Shadow's stopped for the moment anyway to cast judgement on the man.
"I hope your species is equipped to digest that," he snarks, deadpan. Questioning Shadow's coffee habits when he's crunching on rocks, the absolute gall.
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"You're not part of the Black Arms." He says it like an accusation. Shadow does not, in fact, know if he is or is not part of that same alien species that some of Shadow's DNA comes from. He's just making a healthy assumption based on the fact that nobody has tried to take over and/or end the world yet. Also, he's pretty sure the Black Arms are less about teeth and more about eyeballs and tentacles. "What are you."
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He lazily eats another rock. "And I could ask you what you are, as well."
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"A hedgehog," he says shortly. A 3ft tall biped wearing rocket shoes, gold
braceletsrings around his wrists and ankles, and scuffed gloves. Sitting on a counter in a kitchen eating coffee. YMMV on how true his claim rings. (His nametag does back him up on it though, the words HEDGEHOG, SHADOW THE unedited on the sticker that's struggling for dear life to stay adhered to his fur.)"What is a Granute supposed to be."
Don't say evil alien overlord.He's judging the hell out of every rock that goes in the guy's mouth. Does he at least close his mouth when he chews?no subject
He is at least closing his mouth when he chews, and when he's done with that rock, he sets his rocks down on the countertop. He flips up the front of his shirt again, removes something from his mouth, and his form shifts to that of a weird jellyfish-ish monster. "This." He stretches out a bit and shrugs. "I could ask you what a hedgehog is supposed to be too, you know."
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And then Shadow's eyes widen, momentarily - as the man's form changes into something distinctly alien. Not the black and red that would mark the Black Arms, but still sets Shadow's teeth on edge nonetheless.
"This," he growls in return. Rakia might notice that things have gotten a little - uh, tense. Quills starting to bristle, red eyes narrowed in a sharp glare. That spoon in his hand might be starting to look like it could be a possible murder weapon.
"You're disguised as a human. Why? And how."
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"I don't believe you." He says frankly. Though... it would be a really stupid move for the Granute to reveal himself like that if he were trying to pull something. (But then, maybe he also recognised the Black Arms in Shadow, and was looking for an ally in world subjugation/domination?) --Suffice to say, there are some mental gymnastics happening in the few short seconds where the hedgehog is glaring. (Well. It's a few short seconds to anyone who runs on a normal clock. For anyone who navigates the world at hedgehog hell speed, it's a tense pause.)
"I've never met an alien race that was out to protect anything." He sounds sceptical as hell about this, sneering the word 'protect'. but hey. Everyone's keeping their hands
and spoonsto themselves. That's a win, right? Also for the record, he has met a total of one (1) alien race. He is not an expert on this. "What makes you so different?"no subject
Shadow absolutely had not attained the necessary levels of friendship needed to unlock Actual Full Backstory, thank you very much. Dead brother? Elaborate revenge scheme? He's just going with 'adopted by friendly humans' and sticking with it.
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enchilada, thanks autocorrectechidna."Know that if you are lying, I will destroy you." An assertion that is, perhaps, not best made while sitting next to the tin of coffee you were eating. Shadow doesn't seem to realise this, instead raising the hand that is not holding the spoon, to clench a fist pointedly. "The Black Arms were eliminated by my hands. I won't hesitate to do the same to anyone who positions themselves as a threat."
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He seems to accept the matter is sorted for now at least, a hmph his non-committal response as his fist lowers.
...........and, look, he's usually not the type to pry further. but. He's still perturbed by those fucking rocks, his glare (--it's not a real one, he just always looks like that) drifting down to them. (In fact, this look of his is positively quizzical as far as Shadow's variety of scowls goes.)
"Then I suppose that's normal fare for your kind."
it may not sound like a question but it so is.
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