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Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account ([personal profile] libraryassistants) wrote in [community profile] unfinishedooc2025-12-20 09:27 am
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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.
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2026-01-09 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's...the network?" Surely this bot knows what networks are, right?

...Right?

"American is the corporation that made you?" it asks, having no idea what 'American' actually is.
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[personal profile] cheersforthetinman 2026-01-11 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm, you don't know what American is? I have determined you are not a Nazi, or even an Italian or Japanese fascist. No matter how remote, they'd at least know about the good old U.S. of A."

He comes to attention, saluting.

"I am a construct of the Army of the United States of America, a freedom-loving nation currently fighting a global war against some utter bastards! I was activated in the year 1943."
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2026-01-11 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Um. Okay?" It says, looking a bit bewildered. Why is the bot making a weird gesture at it?

But okay, America was apparently some sort of independent polity? Like Preservation. Except with more war, apparently.

"So...you're a Combat Bot, then." A really, really archaic one.
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[personal profile] cheersforthetinman 2026-01-20 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
He nods.

"Correct! I send Nazis back to hell where they belong. Or I did - it has been over seventy years since I last was able to fulfill my primary purpose."

A really, really, really archaic one.
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2026-01-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Its normal response to that statement would be, 'by what calendar?', because depending on what planet or station you were on, seventy years could mark very different timespans. But it gets the impression this bot my not really understand the distinction, so it doesn't ask. It's going to assume it means 'a long time', and go from there.

The other part of what it said is a bit depressing, though.

"Shit. You haven't been able to perform your function?" it says, looking vaguely horrified. Machine Intelligences had to perform their functions. That's what they were made for. If you couldn't do your function...what were you even for?
Edited 2026-01-20 04:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cheersforthetinman 2026-01-25 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I was deactivated for several decades, apparently after the war concluded. When I was finally reactivated, despite the continued presence of Nazis, I was imprisoned for many more years for eliminating them as per my design purpose."
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2026-01-25 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that was not as much time spend unable to fulfil his function. Still a lot of time, though.

"Probably your owners don't want to destroy these 'Nazis' anymore," it says. "Happens pretty often, really. Maybe they paid a big bribe, or your owners got bought out. Maybe continuing the war campaign got too expensive."

Usually though, if that happened they'd just reassign a combat bot like GI. Or sell him to something else. (Or if he really wasn't useful at all anymore...disassemble him for parts.)
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[personal profile] cheersforthetinman 2026-01-29 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
He raises a finger.

"I don't have any owners. I work for the U.S. Government, but I do not believe they own me in any meaningful capacity. In fact, they had to spring me from the hoosegow to put me to use."

It's a bit of a point. He was made for the army, but had served as a typical ground infantry soldier - with quite frankly appallingly little oversight.