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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Welcome to the Library
Those who are new awake in the stacks.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, and the memories of the last things you were doing are hazy at best. But now you’re here, and all you can see is books in every direction, the bookshelves teetering high enough above you to reach to the sky.
A helpful sign points you in the direction of the main circulation desk, and even if you try to ignore it and go in any other direction, the desk is where you will find yourself. A figure sits behind the desk, not even looking up as they sort through books and other media; they look, to your character, to be the exact picture of what they expect a Librarian to be.
Trying to ask the Librarian a question will get them shushed, but they’ll point down a hallway to the side, leading to a kitchenette and what appears to be a dorm room, where they’ll find they’re not alone in this strange place. But once they’ve looked away, when they look back, the Librarian is gone.
The Lobby
Those who are already familiar with the Library will see the Lobby change for the second time. It’s not paper plate UFOs and metal walls this time. Instead there are cheerful garlands strung about, and a stack of books shaped into a Christmas tree taking pride of place. The Help Desk is closed, the ‘Back in 5’ sign once again a bald-faced lie, but there is a menorah sat behind in the window, conveniently just out of reach of anyone who tries to get it. The candles are lit in a… somewhat sporadic fashion, the correct order but with no rhyme or reason to what ‘night’ is being represented. Either time is strange here, whoever’s in charge of it doesn’t know what day it is either, or they simply don’t care. Or some mix of the three.
Those two particular winter holidays are not the only ones represented either; characters will find a smattering of decorations or festive accessories from a great number of holidays, from their own worlds and beyond. There is what looks like a cabinet with instructions to pick your fortune from one of the many drawers. For some reason, there are a number of what looks like a child’s toy ponies placed on and around the cabinet. There are also some posters declaring in bold, decidedly upsetting typeset: “THE GOD-EMPEROR WISHES YOU A FESTIVE SANGUINALIA!” complete with a picture of a certain Library resident in all his feathered, shining glory. (The poster is not remotely shiny, but there are helpful accent lines to show that he should be shining.) And, for some reason, there is also a giant straw goat in the garden now, surrounded by festive strings of lights. Please do not set it on fire.
The Kitchens
It seems the decorations are not the only thing in the holiday spirit. The kitchens, usually bereft of anything but the most basic foodstuffs, are now full to the brim with a variety of holiday foods. There is always a tureen with hot mulled wine and a try of sweet pastries near by it, there’s ham and latkes in the fridge to be heated up, jelly doughnuts, moon cakes, pies, and an assortment of other delicious things. If your character would expect to find a certain thing within the stash, they do, regardless of how niche it may be. Christmas chili? Of course there’s christmas chili!
Oh, and that mulled wine isn’t the only alcohol around either- champagne, sake, hard cider… again, anything anyone might expect to find. Just try not to overdo it too much, alright? Everyone still has to sleep in the same room, and the Assistants aren’t going to show up to hold your hair back.
Crafts and More
What good are holidays without crafts? The Maker’s Space has been specially supplied with anything you might need to make your festive crafts- this includes everything you’d need for a gingerbread construction! (You’d think this would be in the kitchen, but don’t kid yourself- those things are not for eating.) There’s strips of colorful paper rings and instructions on how to make your own, little things of clay and paint and directions on how to craft your own dreidel, ’stained glass’ paper lanterns, and more. Oh, and glitter. Obviously there is a lot of glitter available.
There are also snow globe kits, mostly generic winter themes- trees, presents, and the like. Strangely enough, however, when they’re complete and shaken, they’ll show a memory from the person who shook it- a memory of a holiday, or snow, or generally something that invokes the feeling of the season- light, and hope, and togetherness. It’s fragmented, almost stop-motion in between the falling bits of ‘snow,’ but once it has settled the normal, basic scene inside returns.
Those who are new awake in the stacks.
You’re not sure when you fell asleep, and the memories of the last things you were doing are hazy at best. But now you’re here, and all you can see is books in every direction, the bookshelves teetering high enough above you to reach to the sky.
A helpful sign points you in the direction of the main circulation desk, and even if you try to ignore it and go in any other direction, the desk is where you will find yourself. A figure sits behind the desk, not even looking up as they sort through books and other media; they look, to your character, to be the exact picture of what they expect a Librarian to be.
Trying to ask the Librarian a question will get them shushed, but they’ll point down a hallway to the side, leading to a kitchenette and what appears to be a dorm room, where they’ll find they’re not alone in this strange place. But once they’ve looked away, when they look back, the Librarian is gone.
The Lobby
Those who are already familiar with the Library will see the Lobby change for the second time. It’s not paper plate UFOs and metal walls this time. Instead there are cheerful garlands strung about, and a stack of books shaped into a Christmas tree taking pride of place. The Help Desk is closed, the ‘Back in 5’ sign once again a bald-faced lie, but there is a menorah sat behind in the window, conveniently just out of reach of anyone who tries to get it. The candles are lit in a… somewhat sporadic fashion, the correct order but with no rhyme or reason to what ‘night’ is being represented. Either time is strange here, whoever’s in charge of it doesn’t know what day it is either, or they simply don’t care. Or some mix of the three.
Those two particular winter holidays are not the only ones represented either; characters will find a smattering of decorations or festive accessories from a great number of holidays, from their own worlds and beyond. There is what looks like a cabinet with instructions to pick your fortune from one of the many drawers. For some reason, there are a number of what looks like a child’s toy ponies placed on and around the cabinet. There are also some posters declaring in bold, decidedly upsetting typeset: “THE GOD-EMPEROR WISHES YOU A FESTIVE SANGUINALIA!” complete with a picture of a certain Library resident in all his feathered, shining glory. (The poster is not remotely shiny, but there are helpful accent lines to show that he should be shining.) And, for some reason, there is also a giant straw goat in the garden now, surrounded by festive strings of lights. Please do not set it on fire.
The Kitchens
It seems the decorations are not the only thing in the holiday spirit. The kitchens, usually bereft of anything but the most basic foodstuffs, are now full to the brim with a variety of holiday foods. There is always a tureen with hot mulled wine and a try of sweet pastries near by it, there’s ham and latkes in the fridge to be heated up, jelly doughnuts, moon cakes, pies, and an assortment of other delicious things. If your character would expect to find a certain thing within the stash, they do, regardless of how niche it may be. Christmas chili? Of course there’s christmas chili!
Oh, and that mulled wine isn’t the only alcohol around either- champagne, sake, hard cider… again, anything anyone might expect to find. Just try not to overdo it too much, alright? Everyone still has to sleep in the same room, and the Assistants aren’t going to show up to hold your hair back.
Crafts and More
What good are holidays without crafts? The Maker’s Space has been specially supplied with anything you might need to make your festive crafts- this includes everything you’d need for a gingerbread construction! (You’d think this would be in the kitchen, but don’t kid yourself- those things are not for eating.) There’s strips of colorful paper rings and instructions on how to make your own, little things of clay and paint and directions on how to craft your own dreidel, ’stained glass’ paper lanterns, and more. Oh, and glitter. Obviously there is a lot of glitter available.
There are also snow globe kits, mostly generic winter themes- trees, presents, and the like. Strangely enough, however, when they’re complete and shaken, they’ll show a memory from the person who shook it- a memory of a holiday, or snow, or generally something that invokes the feeling of the season- light, and hope, and togetherness. It’s fragmented, almost stop-motion in between the falling bits of ‘snow,’ but once it has settled the normal, basic scene inside returns.
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She offers a gloved hand.
“Claire Ryland with the punk rock monster hunters Magica Riot.”
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"'The same story' is not how I would put it, but they are both my brothers." He takes her gloved hand in his gigantic one, so very carefully, and gives it one gentle lift and drop.
"Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion. I am afraid that your affiliation is unfamiliar. Can you elaborate?"
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The giant of a man is surprisingly gentle. When asked to explain Magica Riot, Claire frowns, tapping her finger to her lips before she figures out where to begin.
“…on my Earth,” she starts, “in my world, there was once a woman named Pandora,” she begins. “Stop me if you’ve heard about her and her jar.”
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He does seem to be sincerely interested in hearing her explanation. "That does not sound familiar, yet. Is this confirmed history, or folklore...?"
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She closes her eyes, puts a hand over a heart that if Guilliman is at all psychic can tell is a wellspring of primal power, a force that shines violet, a Royal Road chord progression.
"Big mistake, or so it seemed. All of the worlds evils, every monster and boggart, every lie and source of shame poured out of that jar given the tiniest chance of escape. The origin of the things I fight, the Pandora Corruption, and those monsters of it I call Pandorites."
She has a headset on, a thing with a microphone, studded with amythests. She takes it from her brow and it morphs effortlessly and seamlessly into a microphone, something that may remind the Archangel of the Emperor of the knobbly bit on the podium a ship's vox circuit.
"By the time it was done, and Pandora desperately tried to put the lid back on, all she could trap in there was Hope. But Hope was not completely trapped. A little of it, a mere trickle of power, entered our world - and empowered those with the pure hearts of maidens to fight the forces of the Pandora Corruption. A small fraction of the true power of Harmony, that which my kind call the Maidensong."
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"Daemons," he offers, "would be what I and my people would call such things, I believe. And you use your patron's power to combat them? What does it gain in exchange?" He does not yet pass judgement. Careful, curious. Be cautious, skeptical, but do nothing irreversible until you have all of the information you need.
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"I'm not sure how conscious it is. It's a sense of rightness and peace, more than a person, though people can march to it's beat. But as much as it has a personality, the Pandora Corruption hurts it. They kept the lid on that last hope.
Until me and my friends blew the top off it by blowing the worlds biggest amp with our song. And that small secret trickle became a rolling ocean, and I stopped needing to dye my hair, for starters."
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"'Blew the top off'? I would conjecture that would mean -- revealing the situation to the world at large? Or am I mistaken? You were able to admit to your un...usual hair colour as being natural, for example?"
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"You misunderstand me. I needed to dye my hair purple before magic returned to the whole world. And now I don't. And yes. The genie is out of the jar, and the jar is shattered. The whole world knows about the Pandorites... but they also know about magical girls, and other defenders. We don't have to hide who we are anymore."
Not about Riot Purple, and not about Claire Ryland, either.
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Claire takes a deep breath.
"It's been good. It's been... the world and the Maidensong have been kind to me, and I've been trying to pay that kindness forward ever since."
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"And what about you? Primarch's a hell of a title, and recognizing a celebration in the name of a freaking God-Emperor only tells me so much. Whatever you feel like sharing, no more."
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"Though my brothers would not approve of you calling him that -- it is a historical matter." Understatement number two. "Being a primarch means that I am one of the sons of the Emperor of Mankind, and a general of the Imperium of Mankind." He's led enough campaigns against pre-space-travel worlds that he can give a very simple explanation of galactic politics.
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She doesn't like the idea of emperors, much, but she's not going to say so, though her arms are folded.
"His son, and the general of his armies. As are, presumably, Haunter and Sanguinus. Go on."
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"They are. There are others, but I could not predict who might show next. We are all from different points in time, even."
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Time travel hurts Claire’s head.
“…Chr… Jiminy cricket that’s awful,” she says, clearly mincing a stronger oath. “You have my condolences.”