Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account (
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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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"I was built to be one. To be the wife of a monstrosity, inside and out. But let's just say that I rejected my role violently. But it remains the only name I've ever been given."
Her stomach growls at the most inappropriate time. She's been avoiding the food on offer.
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She pushes the plate of sandwiches across the table to the Bride, her face full of sympathy and concern.
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"The bigger affront was being forced into existence in the first place, but you're right. It went very badly, of course. My creator died at his first creation's hand - my 'intended.' And then I left him to burn to death in a fire."
She finishes off the sandwich half in a few bites.
"Unfortunately, we're both very hard to kill."
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Mina, if anything, is even more concerned at the thought.
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"No, I suppose not," she replies. "There's good things to it. Some fine meals, good wine - saw some of the best comedians and actors of all time, met some amazing people. Some spectacular sex, now and again - can't say anything was wrong with that."
But she pauses.
"But put it this way. When you humans are born, you get to forget it. I was born via science, an adult woman. You had the warmth of parents, home, a family - science is much, much colder."
She picks up another sandwich, as much to distract herself as to assuage her hunger.
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"I'm sorry," she says after a moment. "I had no idea. I barely knew my parents - they died when I was quite young. Cholera. But I was very lucky. I wasn't sent to an orphanage. I was raised by a dear man who might as well have been a father. I've always known how fortunate I was but - well, it does seem very cold."
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"Why would you? Nothing to be sorry for. I'm a monster, I was born as monsters are wont to be. Appropriate to the stories, because life imitates art."
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"I don't think anyone is born a monster. And you don't seem particularly monstrous to me."
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"Stitched together from corpses and reanimated using unholy science," she says, "you're eating cucumber sandwiches with a zombie."
Though that gives her pause. She looks down at the plate. When was the last time she'd had a cucumber sandwich? Was it when Victoria was on the throne? That time in Southampton, maybe...
"Anyway," she adds, taking another, looking at it for a moment longer than one ought to look at a sandwich. "You've only seen me eating a sandwich so far. Wait until something's head needs to be ripped off. That's something I'm good for."
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She takes a sip of her tea before continuing, keeping her eyes slightly downcast - not out of fear of her companion, but to keep her tears out of sight. "My friend Lucy was murdered by one. Dr. Van Helsing told me what they had to do, to prevent her from becoming one as well. And do you know, as horrible as it was, I thanked him for it?"
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"I'm undead," she replies, taking a bite of the sandwich. "Reanimated parts - none of me was alive until I was assembled. Though the ones you read about are much more mindless than I am - maybe that's because they're animated by fucking magic."
As for the rest...what can she say?
"I've had to do what he did more than I'd like to count. None of it is ever easy, is it."
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"The Professor says he's brilliant. And, I suppose, it is magic that sustains him. Unholy power."
She glances up at the Bride again, dabbing carefully at her eyes with her handkerchief. "So it sounds to me as if you're far more like Van Helsing than you are Dracula."
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It's said that way to possibly distract her, and it doesn't occur to her that she's doing it to alleviate the pain of another.
"I kill people and things like Dracula," she adds. "And if he shows up here, you just tell me and I'll put my fist through his chest."
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She shivers a little at the thought. Nope, definitely nothing like her Prince Vlad. Nothing at all like.
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Then, after a long moment. "Have you picked a bed yet?" she asks, casually.
Good sense to her, seems very unlikely to try knifing her in the night. Might as well see, right?
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She's clearly horrified by the thought.
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She can't bring herself to mock that, all things said and done.
"Bunk with me, then," she says, non-chalantly, as if the choice of roommate is nothing to her. "Though I'm damn well going to see about finding more extended bunk beds."
The ones she has seen are a bit...short for her standards. And Mina might want to take the top bunk. Just in case. The Bride is heavier than she looks.
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Not that Mina thinks such a thing will happen. Still, it’s reassuring
“Very well,” she agrees. “I’m willing to make trial of such an arrangement. The sleeping quarters really are inadequate at every level. I haven’t seen such spartan arrangements since I was a very young child.”
Her mouth twists a little in distaste.
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"Destroying monsters, I suppose, might lead one into trouble of that sort," she murmurs. No, she's not asking. It would be rude to ask.
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"So long as we're not reduced to making toilet wine as in so many prisons, I'll consider things mildly acceptable. And if I don't have to kick the damned edge off the bunk just to sleep properly."
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"You enjoy shocking people," she murmurs. It almost reminds her of Lucy, in a way. The way that Lucy enjoyed saying the most outrageous things, just to get a rise out of her.
There is an interesting mirror of loss between these two, I just realized.
"Don't make assumptions about me," she says, finally, her voice carefully neutral. "All it is? You're just fun to shock, and it passes the time."
She keeps forgetting herself around Mina. It's the name thing, she convinces herself - Mina, Nina. It just makes her miss Fish, is all. And she should have known better than to allow herself to get close to someone again, anyway. To have a friend.
To care about someone. Someone she'd gotten killed.
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"I apologize," she says, all earnestness. "You just reminded me so much of Lucy a moment ago. She used to say the most outrageous things, knowing I would scold her for them. I was about to scold you, just now."
But of course, she is not Lucy. Lucy is gone.
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It pisses her off. It also makes her miss her friend. She doesn't want to care about people anymore. Not that time gives her much choice in the matter.
"Time's a bitch like that," she said, more seriously. "The longer we go, the more faces remind us of other faces."
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