Careful of the stacks - LIBRARY LOG

[libraryassistants]

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!]

Comments

[bashasasdemon]

"No," Kai admits readily- he didn't think he was, but it adds the question of what his relationship to humanity is. The tidbit about his sons sort of explains a part of it, at least.

That gets a snort. "Trust me, I don't," he says dryly, "Or wouldn't, since they're all dead now." At least they better be. He hopes Dahin's theory isn't true.

[curzed]

"Is that so? All of them?" Consider his curiosity piqued.

That would be an interesting thing to report on when he returned to Imperial space. It would of course have to be investigated, it's such a bold claim. Unlikely ... but still interesting. "Their servants as well? Do you have evidence of their extermination?"

[bashasasdemon]

"This was something like seventy years ago, so not with me, no," Kai replies; not that he would be terribly inclined to prove anything to this man. He would do it for allies and he is not remotely convinced Curze is one of those.

As for their servants... well, expositors seem to keep popping up, no matter how many Kai personally kills. It is extremely annoying.

[curzed]

The towering shape shakes his head slightly, almost sounding disappointed when he speaks again. "Then you and yours did not succeed at erasing them. They have been active much more recently."

The book, incomplete, is placed with the others. It was of course too much to expect, but that was the way of things. Threats rarely were subdued so easily. "The feast of suffering continues. Do not worry. They, like the many other xenos who seek to sate themselves on mankind, will be butchered in turn. In time."

[bashasasdemon]

"Hierarchs were also human," Kai points out (or, at least to his mind), "Just shitty, power hungry humans." Which is why he's still hung up on this 'alien' and 'xeno' talk. He doesn't really know what it means, other than sounding like the kind of degrading language someone like- well, the Hierarchs would use.

[curzed]

"They are not." Humans do not look like the Eldar. Well, most of them. But the smell was wrong, the powers were wrong, the taste was wrong-- nothing about them was right. Nothing about them allowed forgiveness. Or survival.

It's too easy to fall to alien tricks and pleasantries. By the time anyone finds out the truth behind it, it's usually too late. "But if they were, then they are still threats to human survival, and will be dealt with accordingly." Konrad's smile is thin, sharp-toothed and utterly friendless. "Until then, there is a library with no exit, yes?"

[bashasasdemon]

"They definitely are." And acting like they're not is dangerous, as far as Kai's concerned. If people make their enemies into nothing but monsters, then they think they can't ever become that. They can't see the enemy in themselves. It hurts to do that, but it's necessary, to avoid becoming a monster yourself. He wonders if it's too late for this man on that count.

He's not sure if he wants to drop this line of conversation or if he'd rather keep poking at it. For now he lets Konrad change the subject. "There has to be some exit, somewhere." Kai just hasn't had a chance to look yet.

[curzed]

This is exactly the sort of heresy ... entirely different legions specialize in dealing with, not the VIIIth. "If it comforts you to draw yourself closer to xenos, be careful it doesn't affect your judgment."

It is much too late for Konrad Curze on many, many counts.

"I have not yet found one. The agri plots are not truly 'outside', and it is the closest one may get." There may be other ways out that he had yet to find, and he wasn't giving up on finding it so quickly, but it's very obvious whatever brought them here didn't want them sneaking out unexpectedly.

[bashasasdemon]

Kai is not responding to that. He's not taking warnings about his judgement from this man.

"Then we'll just have to keep looking." He doesn't trust Konrad, not even a little bit, so he'll be going to check those places himself and test the boundaries the place has put on them. But he's not inclined to give up so quickly either.

[curzed]

"Oh yes. There's no point in just surrendering, is there." Curze's judgment is impeccable. Impeccable! Not doing anything he suggests is also usually a very good idea.

They all had duties they were supposed to be attending to, and none of that had much to do with being in a library, waiting around, thumbing through half-finished books. "The door which leads to the variety of rooms does not as yet lead to an exit but there are other interesting things within. If you intend to search on your own, beginning there is as good as anywhere, if only to eliminate it." Even the garden wasn't a good way out!

[bashasasdemon]

"Then I better get started."

And so Kai just walks off, past Konrad, towards the rest of the Library. It does mean his back winds up to the man, and he walks a bit like he's expecting to be stabbed in it as he goes. (Not that that would end the way Konrad would think if he did.)

[curzed]

"May the Emperor guide your search," the pale creature says, tone edged with a dry cynicism.

Curze is not given to stabbing people in the back even when he does intend to kill them, he prefers to watch their expressions change. Kai escapes unstabbed, the primarch doesn't even leave his chosen spot in favor of picking up another book. It will be as annoyingly unfinished as the rest.