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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 hasn't seen the thing walk yet--either all the legs will make sense then or it will be a nosedive into Uncanny Horrors Valley for her. Time will tell!
"What's that mean, childish?" Like come on. Food is food and life in the Expanse sucks. Eat what you like because chances are you're never gonna see it again. Watching Rauth attack that vending machine once because it had a kind of canned drink he wanted had been an...experience. "If you like it, eat it. Life's too short."
As for her, she'll, uh...pass. "My stomach's not great right now," a lie, but when you're as pale as she is, you can pull the 'weak stomach' line all you want, "so I'm gonna try to stick with stuff I recognize. Maybe later, though. But hey! More for you!" See? Bright side. There's always a bright side.
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Unlike others? Demure doesn't equate 'pale' to 'sickly' really. Albinism was rare amongst driders, but it did happen, and if one survived to adulthood even being so pale in a place like the Underdark? Well, clearly they were formidable in some way, or were more likely to be Seers. Either way, not someone to be fucked with. But he nodded all the same at the decision, a shy little chuckle slipping from him as the stranger offered that cheerful sort of up side.
"Ah- yes, I suppose you're right. Just... just one won't hurt anything." A tilt of his head. "It's... about the only thing I recognize here anyways, really. This is all so strange!"
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"You get used to it after a while. The stuff you don't recognize." Diame's stews often looked sus, but it was, after all, Nutritionally Balanced. "Is there stuff you can't eat? You got like food allergies or something?"
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"It's... been a year now? Yivu didn't... mind that I like them, but given I'm promised to Lhaca now," A faint shrug, something a little uncertain and sheepish in it. "She's more traditional about things."
The question about allergies had him considering, head tilting slightly as all eight eyes blinked, one after the other in a thoughtful way. "I'm not allergic to anything that I can think of... things that are too... acidic, or bitter isn't pleasant outside some specifics, but I could eat things like that if necessary."
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"So I mean, you could try stuff and see if you like it. Or ask the assistant Librarians if you need special stuff." See? Someone's been paying attention from lurking in the vents! "What kind of stuff do you like? Sweet? Spicy? Er...thready?" Because that cocoon thing looked a little like eating dental floss.
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Is he proud of this? Sure! It's an ideal sort of match, with a well-regarded Clan that will deepen the bonds between them and his Mother's Clan. It's expected. It's seemly.
Pay no attention to the thread of uncertainty under it, because he sure as hell hasn't clocked it yet.
"Spicy things, absolutely. I think my favorites are savory... sweet things are nice?" A considering hum, the little fangs set on either side of his mouth twitching thoughtfully. "But in. Very small doses."
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Listen, hot Spider Tea goes best with food, so while she's talking, she's piling up a plate from the buffet.
"Yeah okay, try one of these." It looked like a dumpling. Probably not sweet. "Don't be afraid to spit it out if you think it's gross. I'm not, you know, super ladylike like that." Manners? What even ARE those?
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Was he aware of how abnormal that kind of response was? Nope. He's instead shuffling a little closer towards the dumplings being pointed out, at least until her words sink in. Ladylike. Demure stops, eyes widening with realization, ears twitching back ever so subtly as his entire posture shifts back to something alarmed and a little nervous as he shuffles into a quick bow, front legs pushed forward, the hand with the mask over his chest as he ducked his head.
"A-apologies ma'am! I... I'm still-" Okay. Okay it was fine. She seemed fairly friendly, and not the sort to try and take a leg or an eye for his presumption. But if another less friendly female came along and decided he was being too casual? If somehow Lhaca followed him here? He'd be in for a bad time. "I spoke too freely, without realizing your standing."
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AHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAAHHHHHHHH. Laughing into screaming, but at least it's internal screaming now because what the hell just happened? "Uh. Stop that? You're supposed to say what you actually think. How else are people supposed to know who you are?" Says the girl who has never had a filter in her mouth, EVER.
Unless it was an enviroscrubber, but that was different.
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He straightened from the bow, entirely at a loss for what to do, or what to say here. Fidgeting with the mask in his hands, which if she looks? Does not have loops for going around the head or hooks for going over the ear. Just a strap that looks far too short, set too far into the mask for it to slip over his head. How the heck does it stay on then?
“Is that—something you truly want? What I think?” His voice was a bit more uncertain here, with the sort of quality of a person gingerly feeling out the borders of rules or regulations. Sorry, he's absolutely not sure what to make of any of this- none of his life experiences to date have covered turning his understanding of Social Norms on it's head.
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She shrugs, stuffing one of the dumplings in her face. "But anyway, that's just me."