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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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It tries so, so hard to keep its face neutral. To not look at all alarmed at being called an unusual sort. From what it can see of its own expression through the drone, it doesn't entirely manage it. It just looks...uncomfortable.
It really doesn't help hat she keeps looking at it.
"What do you mean?" It says, trying not to sound like that's a major fucking concern.
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She tilts her head.
"Actual concern is rare."
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(It had to take 1.3 seconds to have an Emotion at that thought.)
"That sounds like the Corporation Rim," it says. "It's...not everywhere's like that. Even though I know that's hard to believe."
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"No idea what that is," she replies with a shrug. "But no, something's..." she wags a finger at him. "Something," she finishes, with a sigh.
But she huffs a bit, with a partial smile.
"But everyone should have secrets, I suppose."
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"The Corporation Rim isn't a secret," it says, deliberately misunderstanding her insulation and hoping she won't poke at it. "It's...corporate space. The planets and stations that the Companies own."
And if the Corporations on her planet are anything like the ones where its from, well, she can probably guess living in a place they own really, really sucks.
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Because she will make it sweat a little.
"Sounds like shit," she replies. "Worse than the companies on my Earth."
But there's one thing she can't put off, because it's bothering her.
"But while I'll drop this line of conversation - what am I supposed to call you? Not Name Scribbled Out, surely."
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And right, it hadn't given her a name, had it? Humans had names, and they always seemed to insist on knowing everyone else's name.
"I'm Rin," it says, giving her its current alias.
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Then the teasing bit, with a slight twinkle in her eye. "Thought I'd have to pick a name. Something annoying or weird, like Huey. Or, no, better: Chad."
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"Those names are stupid," it adds, because they were. Also, none of them were the names of characters from Sanctuary Moon.
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(It had no records of ever having met a human called 'Chad'. Guess that's one way its home university is actually an improvement)
"Do I call you The Bride?" it asks. The 'the' was a bit unusual, as far as human names go. It wasn't entirely sure if it was supposed to say it, or just assume it was implied, or whatever.
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She may be somewhat obscuring the truth, or is she?
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"What pronouns?" it adds. Might as well update those too.
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There's a story, popularly told in some universes, of a battleship in its last war. Of it being fired on by a puny shore battery, and replying with the full, appallingly destructive volley of its sixteen inch guns. A level of fire and fury vastly out of proportion to necessity, economy, and perhaps even common sense. And that the escorting destroyer, witnessing this, signaled over: 'temper, temper.'
There is something in that story that is, to her very core, who the Bride is.
Some sum it up rather succinctly as: 'prickly, uncooperative.'
And, from in front of it, "she and her! Extensively!"
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And then she goes and changes them fucking immediately, and it realises she was messing with it. For fuck's sake.
(It updates her gender tags. Again.)
Then it scowls, and starts following her down the corridor - and again sends a drone to go before the both of them.
"They/them," it says, giving her the pronouns it uses when it's pretending to be human.
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"I don't need protection, you know," she adds, pointing at the drone. "It's why I usually handle my jobs alone."
And absolutely not because she doesn't want to risk anyone else anymore, goodness no. People are all terrible and to be avoided except when necessary.
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"If you're stupid, I'll be very disappointed," it adds dryly.
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"Bookshelves from above, such thrilling intel you must be gathering," she replied.
"Also," she added, almost conversationally, "if this place is powered by some bullshit magic - what makes you think the drones will see anything?"
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Plus, when nothing particularly noteworthy was happening, it could watch its media.
That last thing she says, though, does make it fall silent for a moment. It...hadn't considered that possibility. But it should have; it's encountered things that could cloak themselves from drones before.
"If there is something like that, it's still useful having the drones up," it says eventually. "Even if they can't see something, if one of the drones suddenly disappears, that tells me something."
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Because she's absolutely sure, sooner or later, she's going to find magic at the core of this nonsense.
Shall we wrap up here? Seems like a good end point!
Maybe she has a point.
But it's still going to keep its drones up as they walk, okay.