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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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She can't bring herself to mock that, all things said and done.
"Bunk with me, then," she says, non-chalantly, as if the choice of roommate is nothing to her. "Though I'm damn well going to see about finding more extended bunk beds."
The ones she has seen are a bit...short for her standards. And Mina might want to take the top bunk. Just in case. The Bride is heavier than she looks.
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Not that Mina thinks such a thing will happen. Still, it’s reassuring
“Very well,” she agrees. “I’m willing to make trial of such an arrangement. The sleeping quarters really are inadequate at every level. I haven’t seen such spartan arrangements since I was a very young child.”
Her mouth twists a little in distaste.
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"Destroying monsters, I suppose, might lead one into trouble of that sort," she murmurs. No, she's not asking. It would be rude to ask.
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"So long as we're not reduced to making toilet wine as in so many prisons, I'll consider things mildly acceptable. And if I don't have to kick the damned edge off the bunk just to sleep properly."
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"You enjoy shocking people," she murmurs. It almost reminds her of Lucy, in a way. The way that Lucy enjoyed saying the most outrageous things, just to get a rise out of her.
There is an interesting mirror of loss between these two, I just realized.
"Don't make assumptions about me," she says, finally, her voice carefully neutral. "All it is? You're just fun to shock, and it passes the time."
She keeps forgetting herself around Mina. It's the name thing, she convinces herself - Mina, Nina. It just makes her miss Fish, is all. And she should have known better than to allow herself to get close to someone again, anyway. To have a friend.
To care about someone. Someone she'd gotten killed.
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"I apologize," she says, all earnestness. "You just reminded me so much of Lucy a moment ago. She used to say the most outrageous things, knowing I would scold her for them. I was about to scold you, just now."
But of course, she is not Lucy. Lucy is gone.
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It pisses her off. It also makes her miss her friend. She doesn't want to care about people anymore. Not that time gives her much choice in the matter.
"Time's a bitch like that," she said, more seriously. "The longer we go, the more faces remind us of other faces."
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"Have you lived long, then?" she asks quietly.
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"I was born - if you want to call it that - in 1831. And, where I'm from...it's now the year 2025. So...yes. Quite a bit of life, all things said and done."
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She knows this one will remind Mina of Lucy, and despite a frowning inner Nina, she can't resist going one extra step.
"Men, primarily, but there were some lovely women along the way. Especially in the 1960s. Now there was an odd duck of a decade."
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However -
"Is that common, in your time? To take lovers so casually?"
Lucy would make ribald jokes, but she was chaste as any proper young lady was expected to be. And even Mina understands what it is to feel certain... urges. But she can't imagine succumbing to them on a whim.
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"Depends on the person. But if I've learned anything, the times I've lived in have the same people as any other. Nothing changes. Look around you in your time, your place, you'll see what I've seen."
There's a pause.
"Besides, getting too close to me for too long...that tends to get people killed. So I stopped letting that happen. Best way, really."
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"There's been no one you trusted, who was willing to take on the dangers of being your friend?"
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Again, too soft, and she straightens up a bit, visibly pulling back in that moment.
"She had gills, you see," she finishes.
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"In that case, I hope we can be good friends while we're here. Even though I lack gills."
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"We'll see," she manages. "Just hope you don't snore."