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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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Brandy really is the Victorian cure-all.
As she stands, bustling around the kitchen, she takes a deep breath.
"What you saw..." she trails off, biting her lip. "It was private."
Not a terribly good response, but she's trying to find an explanation for it that doesn't paint her in a shameful light.
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"... They usually are. Which is why I have a policy of only revealing what I see if it becomes necessary to ensure the safety of another." Or if it's not something that's private, like a historical event or something like that... in any case he at least tries to be discreet.
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"I appreciate your discretion, then," she says quietly. "The memory endangers no one, and - it would only cause sorrow."
That is truthful enough, at least, so far as she knows. She turns, offering Nara'a a fresh cup of tea. "He's someone I will never see again, you see," she offers. It cracks something in her soul to even admit that, and she feels a fresh wave of guilt - for keeping it from Jonathan, and for the pain she's sure she caused to her Prince.
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He turns to face her a bit more fully. "... Are you all right? It feels like I should be the one getting tea for you."
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As for the friend... "Losing someone important to you is always hard. And the grief never really goes away, it just gets more distant. And it will hurt for a long time... so please be gentle with yourself when you can."
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She stares down at her hands for a moment, on the table. "Lucy was like a sister to me. She was so young, about to be married herself. It was so senseless."
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His ears flick back a little. "I've lost someone who was like a brother to me. It's not the same, and I don't know the circumstances for you, but it's... I know some of the pain. No one deserves that pain if we can help it."
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Perhaps that's a fair exchange, for seeing her memory.
Major Heavensward Spoilers
He pauses, letting that sink in. That background established, he continues. "Me and my friends, my... organization, I suppose - we had done some work with him at his post. And then we were accused of regicide. Several of our members stayed back to fight, several to flee in their own directions, but myself and two others had nowhere to go. We went to him, cold and afraid, and he welcomed us. He brought us into his protection and allowed us into the city. He was the... the light we needed in that dark time." He wipes at his eyes with his glove. "He fought for us, with us. Protected us. Brought us to his father, who welcomed us to his home and to his family. He was always there for us."
Nara'a takes a deep breath, trying to push away his feelings enough to continue. "And as we were chasing down the leader of the Church, learning the truth about the war and of the Church's aims... one of the Heaven's Ward, the twelve knights that protect the Archbishop... he attempted to kill me, spear me through. Haurchefaunt took that blow instead of me... and it was too grievous. There was a magic on it that prevented healing, and... and he died. He sacrificed his life to protect me. I know a knight lives to serve, to protect people... and I know I had a different calling. But some days I wonder... why him? A father lost his son, and a family mourned. Friends mourned. I couldn't save him. I've saved others... why couldn't I have pulled us both away, or - or done something?"
He hunches low in his chair, trying to get a hold of himself. "I know most deaths aren't as dramatic as that. I know that every life cut short is a life that could have changed the world. But because the deaths of our friends are so shocking and close to us it hurts more. ... I'm so sorry you've had to go through that. I'm - I'm here if you ever want to talk. About her, about anything."
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But she understands the heart of it: a beloved friend, sacrificing himself for others. A terrible loss, indeed.
“I’m sure your friend could have wanted no nobler way to die,” she says finally. “But that does not diminish the sorrow at his loss. And I can understand your feelings of guilt, and helplessness.
“My dear Lucy was ill for weeks. Or, so we thought. And I could do nothing to alleviate her suffering. All I could do was watch her waste away. The memory is all the more bitter now that I know it was no natural disease that took her, but a monster that was preying upon her.”
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"Mina... I'm so sorry... were you at least able to find the monster? I know vengeance doesn't mean much in the end, but..." To prevent more Lucys from happening... "I am sure your friend knew how much you cared about her. You seem very kind."
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Because, quite frankly, far more is riding on her own shoulders than she even realizes.
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Or at least some hints that will help them in their hunt for the vampire, whether they have other-worldly help or not.
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Noumenon was always busy at all hours, students or no.
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No one has outright threatened her, at least. Despite some people here having very unusual appearances.
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He'd prefer cooperation this time. He's very tired of fighting.