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Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account ([personal profile] libraryassistants) wrote in [community profile] unfinishedlibrary2025-10-31 06:42 pm

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!]
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[personal profile] flantastic 2025-11-13 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Look, Rakia had just been going over there to give the was-whatever-it-is-dead-or-just-weird a couple of corpse-checking prods before deciding upon his next course of action, and suddenly the guy's extremely full of life, scaling a shelf, and scattering books. "The hell? This sucks." Dodging falling books is no one's idea of a good time, really. He's caught a couple and is debating throwing them back.
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[personal profile] unsheathedfromreality 2025-11-13 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
The shower of reading material abruptly intensifies to a localized downpour as Illarion finds a sparser shelf and -- somehow, unaccountably -- shoves his way onto it. Books stop falling shortly after, with no sign of the suddenly lively corpse to be seen ...

Except one eerie gold-in-black eye, peering down over the edge of the bookshelf at the fellow on the ground. Something decidedly paranoid in that alien regard.
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[personal profile] flantastic 2025-11-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Rakia warily drops a hand to his waist. The eye not looking human doesn't faze him at all--he's just wearing a human disguise, after all--but this entire situation is weird and he does not like it. "You alright there?" he calls up to the top of the bookshelf. "You're making a mess."
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[personal profile] unsheathedfromreality 2025-11-13 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine," comes a rumbling basso growl -- a voice belonging to a far bigger creature than the one that vanished up there. Than one that could vanish up there.

A moment stretches past. "What are you? Where is this?" the voice demands, and this time it's more suited to the size of the (presumed) speaker.

Though it doesn't sound right, for a room of a size the stacks are in. The echoes are off.
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[personal profile] flantastic 2025-11-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Now, that was interesting. The shifting size the voice seemed to indicate. It did nothing to get Rakia to put his guard down, but it was interesting. "I'm a Granute," he calls up to the voice, pausing a moment before adding, "but I look like a human at the moment. And I can't say I really know where we are, either." He glances around at the other higher shelves like he's not quite trusting the way the voice sounds, like he suspects something else might be coming. "It's some kind of library."