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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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No, and that's probably why he hasn't washed the blood off himself in .. probably weeks at this point. "You had help dealing with your Count. Perhaps you simply need the right reasons to."
It sounded as if self-reliance won't be possible much longer anyway, given how he's pretty sure marriage works. Would this Mina actually allow Harker to do things on his own?
A moment is taken to count how many cards are actually left to be made, with possibly a couple of extras to test color fastness on. "I suspect you and I come from very different worlds, for you to be so quick to a decision. I could be manipulating you to my own ends." He isn't. But he could be.
"...We are not." There wasn't a single one of his siblings he could consider close. Did he wish it otherwise? Sometimes. But it's not meant to be.
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Working on cutting those perfectly straight lines. "Ahh, but that is the catch, my Mina figured out what was happening with the help of the professor. I returned home from work to find out the plans. I never had to ask for help, I offered to help the others. I knew Mina would want too, and part of me wanted to see the count suffer."
Harker knew he had a problem with not asking for help, and being a little stubborn. It was why he had a contingency plan to kill their friends if Mina couldn't be saved. They swore to kill her, and that he would never allow. Luckily, it didn't come to that.
Mina was the exception to the rule, she knew when he was keeping things from her or taking on too much. She could make him talk without making him feel chastised or a burden. The same as he knew when she was hurting and wore a smile and would do all he could to cheer her up. Despite the time, he saw their marriage as a partnership.
"Neither of us is home, and I tend to trust my choices." A terrible idea really considering what happened in the castle. "You could be, but somehow I do not think so." Making eye contact again. "I trust you. If that changes, I will admit my wrong." The way he said it spoke of his trust in the choice.
"Oh? Is he simply an acquaintance? You sounded as if you knew him well."
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There's not much to be done about Harker's boldness about trust. So long as the man broke no laws he'd be safe enough in Curze's presence, and maybe safer for it should anything suddenly go awry. "Hm. Should we win our way free, or my sons turn up in this library, I will see to it you are returned to your proper planet." Back to that clever wife Harker spoke of so warmly.
The topic of his brother draws a slight shake of his head, dark hair following the motion like a curtain. "I do. But we are not close. My brothers and I .. disagree on too much. They dislike my methods in many things. It leads .." he gestures a bit with the half cut card. "To some interesting conflicts, but there is no love lost."
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Jonathan was doing his best to make sure they were perfectly matched to Night Haunter's, even if they did lack some of the glitter smear for now.
He had broken no laws here, and the ones he broke back home he was educated enough to know how to make them look accidental and pardonable, more so with a lord's backing. The laws were only broken to ensure the death of the monster. His head perked then, waiting until the other finished before speaking.
"You have my thanks. Again, if I can ever be of any service, simply call upon me. Getting home to Mina is all I desire." He was very much a love fool, who was glad things had mostly worked out. "Oh, I am sorry to hear that. To have brothers but not be close must hurt." He didn't really know, again, orphan. Still. "But you are close to your sons, yes?" One day he wanted to be a father; he did not care if it was sons or daughters, as long as he and Mina chose to have them together.
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Don't join the Imperial forces, Harker. It's not safe or healthy. But Curze isn't going to, partly because what can a mortal do? Partly because this is so refreshingly bizarre he's reluctant to see it tainted by expectations.
It bothered him if he let it, having no relationship with his brothers. Will he admit that? Nope. "It is what it is. We all have our place." His is being the thing lurking in the dark. "My sons are disappointments."
Harsh. "..Not all," he amends. "Merely most."
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But who knew until the time came? Luckily he would probably never have the chance to join.
"Truer words were never spoken." He replied with ease, holding over the four he had cut so far. "How are these?" Harker inquired as he let the rest of his new friends words sink in for a moment. Silent for a second as he put his thoughts together. "Is there a reason they are disappointments?" He could not imagine being disappointed in one's own children. But he was also very naive.
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Ideally Harker will just be dropped back off on whatever gentle colony world birthed him, safe and sound. They'll have to be sure these vampires are dealt with, of course, but the mortal could return to what's left of his friends and family. The cards offered are taken and added to the rest, fingers running along the edge in a patient search for defects, or any other way to tell one from another. "My sons are murderers, Jonathan Harker. They enjoy it, not for a purpose, not for a reason beyond their own entertainment. They are the worst of humanity raised up and granted power they should never have had."
One of the four is set aside, the others seem to pass muster! "You have a steady hand."
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Still, better than Victorian glitter. Not that he knows yet. "Thank you, I knew what i wanted of life since my early teenage years, and even after everything, that has not changed." Clearly he means Mina. But his job was pretty good too. As long as no more vampires try to eat him, he would be delighted.
If all went how he wished, he would be home soon enough again, and he and Mina could start their new lives together. With the bonus of lifelong friends earned from blood, tears, death, and pain.
Blue eyes widen some as he nodded, idly wondering what kind of murder his new friend disagreed with. He knew Jonathan had been in a battle and seemed to approve, but enjoying murder was not okay? Which was fine, death was no laughing matter. "I am sorry to hear that; it cannot be easy on you to know your children have done such things." He wholeheartedly meant it too. Lifting another sheet with his template card and the slate pencil.
"Thank you; it is a point of pride to have a steady hand again." After his frights in the castle and the time recovering, he had had a tremble, at least until he found out he wasn't insane. The rest of it vanished when Mina was attacked, and he bought the knife at his side.
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It's not hard to guess, morality is a tricky thing. "Even mortal life is too precious to waste on whim alone, for entertainment simply to listen to your screams. It is not justice. It rights no wrongs." Killing a vampire who's been spreading undeath like a plague is a very, very different matter. "But that will be my legacy now. Not that I and my sons fought to preserve order, that the lives we take are in pursuit of that goal ... but that we are torturers and killers. That we are beasts in men's shape, seeking only our own amusement."
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The pencil was held still as he listened, nodding. "I can see where that would be deeply upsetting. Surely you cannot be held to blame for their misdeeds? It sounds like you do important work in your world to preserve order." Sure, some of what his new friend said sounded pretty alarming, but different worlds had different rules. "Are you alright though? It must be distressing."
A tiny tag.
Another tiny one.
"Oh, I can see your point. That is rather unfair, though."
CONSUMES IT
He turns one grimy hand over, palm up. "Imagine your entire life from start to finish, in a universe which is fair." The long fingers curl inward, grasping nothing. "And every single terrible thing that has befallen you is because you deserve it." His eyes narrow, studying his own clenched hand as if it had personally offended him somehow. "How much worse that would be."
The hand drops, to pick up another piece of cardstock. He'll have all seventy plus tonight, at this rate. "And so we bear the stains of each other's decisions, the sins of the fathers cast unto the sons, and the sons' actions reflecting terribly upon their fathers. A vicious circle. Round and round it goes."
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"I want to argue against it, but you have a good point. It would be so much worse to know all of the pains we suffer are our own fault." Jonathan nodded at the last bit. "I had not considered that, but all the same, I am sorry you must bear that."
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"My lessons on etiquette never mentioned what to say when someone expresses condolences," he muses. "Thank you, I suppose would be right.."
He's not sure. "Don't let anyone call it fatalism. It's practicality. No amount of hoping for a fair universe will make it so and I am infinitely grateful for it."
idk how I lost this, sorry! Want to end it here?
"For my time it is simply that, thank you, or I appreciate that. It never quite feels like the right words, if you ask me. But who am I to question etiquette?"
Nodding then, as he took up the scissors again. "Practicality is far more useful than hope for fairness; this is true. I will keep it in mind."