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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.
Jun Ushiro | Bokurano: Ours | New Character
A kid appears in the stacks. A teenager, but very young, and he looks like he's about to fall over. His knees are trembling, his hands are shaking, and his body is covered in sweat. He's in a strange uniform, and next to him is a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a jacket. They smell faintly of vomit.
All of the points of light, going out one by one. All of those lights, targeted by him in order to save his world.
Anyone would have done the same. ... Right?
He sits down hard, pulling his knees up into his chest. He looks like he's about to cry, if the sniffing and the hiccupping noises are anything to go by.
It's over. It's over and he died but it was worth it and... it's all over. Right?
Lobby
Everything looks... festive. It is winter, but he's unfamiliar with some of these holidays. The strange candelabra gets a weird look, and so do the posters. It doesn't really matter, though - he's not feeling very festive. He's also still got his spare clothes that he's lugging around in a small bag, though they're at least a little damp now that he's found the bathroom and cleaned them up a bit.
He's looking around in a little bit of wonder, though it's dulled by how tired he is. He's very obviously new, given how he's staring at everything... he doesn't even know where to begin with questions at this point.
Kitchen
Jun is aware that eating after not eating for so long is a bad idea, so instead he's just sitting with some water and a small cinnamon roll. He's carefully picking at it, making sure not to go too fast - but if someone else wanders into the kitchen he's probably going to appear to be ignoring them unless they're obviously a nonstandard human. He doesn't much care what most people think - but he is paying attention. Information is everything in this situation, right?
Dorms
He's tossing and turning. Of course he can't sleep after that, as exhausted as he is. His bag is set nearby, but to be honest he's not as worried about them getting stolen as he might normally be - there's not much worth to them, after all.
Eventually he gives up and sits up, looking around to try to see what other people are up to. It's not exactly night... but it's also not not night. Are other people sleeping? Wandering around? He's not sure. ... He reaches over and grabs his glasses out of the bag so he can actually tell.
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Kitchens
She looks at his sadness meal, then silently offers him a bottle labeled Reed's Ginger Beer.
"Careful, it's actually literally spicy. They don't screw around with the ginger."
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"I'm thirteen. I don't drink beer."
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She bites back the sarcastic genius.
"It's a homebrewed soda, it's not actually beer beer. You woke up here from home too, huh."
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Ugh. Why are older kids... the way they are? "... Not from home. From another world, but... it's complicated." and he doesn't really feel like telling her right now. He stares at the ginger beer and takes a sip. It... definitely has a kick to it, but it's not bad. Wakes him up a little bit, which is nice.
"So you're about as lost as I am, I'm guessing."
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"You can have some of mine," she says, grabbing two of her shu mai and two of her har gow to give to him. "Some protein will do you some good, it's not like this place will run out soon."
Rude. She's out of college and won her first cosmic war for the fate of humanity, she's hardly a child.
"Just as lost as you are, unless the Portland Public Library is way larger and more enchanted than I remember," she confirms.
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"But I... mm. This isn't the library in my city, it's way bigger. I mean it's not a small city, but it's also not... Tokyo or something like that. Portland... that's in America, isn't it?" He knows the western coast's cities all right, since they show up on the news sometimes. ... Usually about troop movements.
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And then that he’s from a town in Japan drops, and Claire looks at him, and reevaluates some things.
“Yes, in the Pacific Northwest. Wait.”
Her hands brush her headset.
“…you’ve been speaking Japanese the whole time and I only noticed when you pointed out that’s where you’re from. This place is translating - no, localizing for us!”
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It's not magic, because nothing is magic.
"... You wouldn't happen to know anything about giant robots fighting in your world, right?" Hopefully not. "I know that sounds like a ridiculous question, but... it's important, I promise."
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Dorms
Still the boy in orange spots one person awake and he's immediately hopping in his direction. Talking is always nice, isn't it?
"Hey there. Are the beds comfy at least?"
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Better than they got at the army base, at least. "... Do you normally just walk up to people you don't know?" That's weird. People here are weird.
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The teen shifts his cat to the side, freeing one of his arms and offering the stranger his hand for a good handshake "My name is Kel. Kinda new around here."
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He pauses, just to make sure the other is aware he's not going to shake his hand, and rubs at his face. "... And trying to sleep. I thought I'd crash as soon as I hit a pillow, but..." Maybe staying up so long's tricked his system into thinking it doesn't need sleep? He's not sure.
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Also- Definitely not japanese. Kel's roots are mexican and he spent his entire life in the United States so... sorry, not a single asian bone in this body. His best friend was of japanese origins, thought, did that even count?
"Yeah... I'm also going to try to sleep but this kind of sudden changes don't make it easy, do they?" look at him flop down not too far from the other. "Maybe we can chat until we get sleepy, right?"
At least Kel's cat seems eager to curl up and rest without any thought in the world.
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The cat gets a stare but... as long as it's not in his face it's probably fine. He likes cats better than dogs, anyway.
"You're from another version of Earth, right?" He's going to make a guess, since his name doesn't sound like an alien's or whatever.
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As for Marigold, she's just.. staring up in his direction. She wants to rest against a warm body but she refuses to rest against the Loser she came in with.
"Yeah. You too? Ma' and Pa' are from Mexico, but I've never really been there. Born and raised in the states, you know? What about you? You look kind of asian but I may be wrong. What's your name? How long have you been in here? It's not the first place that 'kidnaps' me to be honest but, huh, this seems more peaceful of where I was? And a lot more boring but that's me not being a library boy- I do red a lot, mind you, but comics, not books..."
He... talks a lot, sorry.
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Not the first place? Huh. That's... weird. "Libraries are great places to be in, personally. A lot quieter than most of the rest of the world." And when he's exhausted dealing with people, which is often, it's nice to just be able to be in a place that's quiet.
arrival
Dangerous books should be hard to come by, after all.
Which is when he rounds the corner to see the small (to him) human, in distress.
When he had approached the SecUnit, looking similarly distressed, it had, erm. Not gone well. But still, he could try. Maybe less...insistently this time.
"Do you...are you in need of assistance?"
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"You know, when I died I figured I was going to go to the other place."
Not that he's ever believed in heaven or hell of any kind, but if he did he would have thought he'd be going to the latter.
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He sighs and rubs at his face, grabbing his bag - it looks like a paper shopping bag - and stands. "... A library's not the worst place to be forever."
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"I hope we're not here forever. I have a legion to get back to."
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... Okay. Maybe... he has less of a clue as to what's going on than he thought. "Look, I just - didn't expect to go to a place like this when I died."
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See, he's trying to give good advice in very weird circumstances. He's TRYING.
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