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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!]
:D
But it does sound nice. He preferred the metal over the crystal, but neither were bad. Just.. different. "When Father calls my Night Lords, it isn't because He requires the morale of the people to rise in adulation. I will leave the adoring audiences to the rest of you." Some of them were SO well designed to be just that.
Sanguinius. Guilliman. Horus, of course. They all struck bold, inspiring figures. What he wished to inspire was fright. "Of that I have no doubt, brother. I ... misspoke. The alien will be purged no matter what guise it wears." There's little else that every primarch could agree on without hesitation, and that's one of them.
Such threats are to be erased, with prejudice. "I would simply prefer to be able to tell them apart, and our information is ... so limited." Scent might be an immediate identifier. Sound. The lack of heartbeats raised with adrenaline and alarm, the lack of the sweet scent of terror, the tang of sweat.. "The remembrancer has at least documented their means of propagation. Easier to deal with than orks."
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Though, that hadn't always been helpful in the past. Apparently Primarchs were different, even, from the strange anatomy of their sons.
Sanguinius would be here, even so. He was his brother, and they were in this strange place and he would stand by Curze no matter what. "Perhaps we should contact their librarian through the...strange vox, for more information."
But it wouldn't hurt Curze to...take a deep breath. So if he gets any enjoyment out of the sounds, Sanguinius is not going to interrupt.
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Recognition. He had that, in all the ways that mattered. The Emperor's token complaint of his methods, the lightest of slaps on the wrist, evidence of His approval in doing nothing more than putting on the barest show of negativity. Required, of course, to appease the more delicate members of the Terran Lords. His endorsement was subtle, for being overt would upset too many. Politics.
It's the only recognition Curze requires. A spark of warmth, in an otherwise lightless duty. "Allow me to be ... grateful that you and our brothers take the hero's role, Sanguinius. I may admire it but I do not wish to be part of it."
Almost gently said, that. Almost. "You only get assistants through that archaic device. Mortals, near as I can tell. The Librarian remains ever elusive." But ... maybe the assistants knew something about these body snatchers. "Something is better than nothing. I will do so tonight."
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And that might be the approbation Curze is familiar with, but truly, there's the approval and respect of your brothers that also matters.
But his words grate, gently. "I do my duty. Not to be lauded as a hero. Such would be to seek glory, above honor." Sanguinius has his flaws--he knows them well--but he holds honor above glory.
"I will attempt to find some sort of armory. It must be through one of the changing doors." They had their own weapons, but surely they would need more.
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It happened anyway. Because Sanguinius treated individuals as they could be, not as they are. As if they were better, brighter, nobler, as if it were already a certain thing, as if it were already true - and people responded to it like a sunflower to the dawn. It wasn't ignorance of the terrible realities that faced them, but a choice.
Curze treated people as they were, as he knew they'd become. He knew the difference, between choosing to believe in the best and choosing to remain certain of the worst. For a moment, it seems as if the Night Haunter intends to add something, but decides not to, refocusing on the array of bowls.
Weapons were simpler. "I wonder what weaponry a library would have. If you find anything, I'll be curious to see it for myself."