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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.
Link | The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
This is not the first time Link has woken up with no idea where he is, or what is going on.
He does remember who he is this time though. Mostly. (Some things - many things - have yet to come back.) Which makes this experience a little different to the last.
Checking the Sheikah Slate doesn't help; the map shows Hyrule, but has no indication of where Link is. The strange Ancient Sheikah Monk like person at the desk is similarly unhelpful.
Well. It's not like Link hasn't had to figure things out himself before.
So he climbs the stacks, and starts trying to scout a better view of where he is.
ii. climbing straw goat and slamming into fences
Naturally, Link climbs the giant goat.
He does not question why there is a giant goat. It's not the weirdest thing he's seen. But it's there, so he's gonna climb it. For a while, he just hangs out up there. It's a good vantage point. And then he wonders: what's on the other side of that fence?
It's easy enough to leap off, and start paragliding over there.
At least, it was, right up until the fence suddenly shoots up in Link's face, and he slams into it.
iii. food glorious food
Anyone entering into the kitchens while Link is there is going to be immediately confronted with the sight of a short, pointy-eared young man absolutely stuffing his face.
Pastries? Shoved in his face. Pies? Shoved in his face. Red and white candies? Also shoved in his face.
(At one point, Link pauses to shove his open the weirdly cold box and shove his head inside. Huh. Interesting. Was this part of a puzzle?)
Not even Link can eat absolutely everything on offer, however. But there's still so many delicious foods he wants to try.
So he starts picking things up and putting them into the pack that hangs from his waist. Not all of it - just a sample of each. But more than what should physically be able to fit into a pack that size.
food? food.
His bag full of magical items was gone, his cash was also gone and no familiar face had been seen for a good moment but, hey- at least there was food, right? As he reched for something he could easily sneak under his rabbit shaped hood, the purple clad not-hero of Lorule heard familiar gulps and gasps and crunches and grunts of someone very close to his heart (and his wallet). It was... weird to turn around and see Link (a bit older, pehaps?) right there, but it gave him a lot of weird feelings-
He made peace with saying goodbyes back then, mind you, he even made peace with the fact he wouldn't get to have free soup in Link's house again, but... if the Hero as there? Then there was danger. Ravio was glad to see him again, sure, but he also couldn't help the bunch of unpleasant feelings of fear that were now clumping in his stomach.
"H-hey, mister hero!" He still offered a big grin, goofily grabbing a chair and pushing it right next to the other. With the familiarity ofsomeone who spent night and nights snoring on the other's bed and ate all his food while he was away... Ravio rested his elbows on the table and pushed the hood back just enough for Link (and only Link) to see... himself. Just with dark hair and a different eye color. The merchand did lower his voice, then. "sooo... in what kind of mess are we this time, huh?"
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Link, as far as he knows, doesn't have any family. Not anymore. They all died. If not in the Calamity, than in the 100 years following. There was no one who should look like him.
This person looked a lot like him.
"...Who are you?" he asks, his voice quiet and uncertain.
....kitchen
And then the stranger begins shoving things in a pack at a rate that also beggars belief simply because that's not a very large pack.
Slowly, he reaches out one pale hand to nudge a plate of fried chicken towards Link. "Try this too," is the low, completely not-ominous rumble from the primarch.
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"Thank you," Link says, before taking the fried chicken and eating a piece. It's good! He pats his stomach and sigh. He might be in a weird, very strange library. But at least there's good food, so its not all bad.
He's a bit curious about the strange now, though. Said stranger is very, very big, but Link knows King Dorephan, so the stranger's extreme size doesn't bother him. But he does jump into the table nearest to the stranger, standing on it with his hands on his hips while looking up. There, now he doesn't have to crane his neck as much.
"Hi," he says. He gives a little wave.
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He still.. can't quite determine where Link's managed to put it all. Someone that small shouldn't be able to eat so much. The Hylian is observed as he .. climbs a table and uses its added height to his advantage, which earns a slight raise of eyebrows. That's a first. "Hello."
Not human. The look and smell of him is wrong. "You have been brought here recently, haven't you?"
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Link's pretty close to human. Or at least, there's not a lot in the way of differences. Those ears, though. They are definitely not human.
As for the question, Link nods; yes, he was brought here recently. He kinda doesn't have a clue what's going on, really. But he's rolling with it.
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Though perhaps he's an abhuman. Aside from the pointed ears and fine bone structure, Link looks very human indeed. He's not one of the inspectors of the Ordos Xenos, and can't make that call himself. Almost absently he selects another Christmas Offering from the stuff heaped everywhere and offers a plate of candied apples, to see if they somehow fit in that small pouch too. They absolutely should not, the plate alone is bigger. "Well. I hope you like libraries, because there's no leaving this one without the Librarian's say-so, apparently."
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(The candied apples are accepted gratefully. And they do, indeed, fit into the small pouch. Plate and all. This absolutely does not make sense given the sizes involved.)
Some of the joy of food fades, however, when Curze talks about the Library. The shift in mood shows in Link's body language, rather than his face; this small 'alien' does not appear to be particularly expressive.
"Do you know why we're here?"
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Probably the same thing would happen again. "Depending on who you're asking, we're either here to finish uncompleted books, of which there are several hundred thousand at minimum, or we're here to kill marauding forces seeking to do harm to innocent villagers."
The little Eldar is considered for a long moment. "How are you with books?"
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The task before them is to...finish books? Write all the rest of their words, until they're finished?
They want Link to do that?
Oh. Oh no.
"I've never written a book," he says, looking unusually settled. (If only Zelda were here. Zelda would be really good at writing books. She could do all of the writing, while Link stood nearby and handed her quills and inks whenever she needed them.)
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Wait, other people don't have to worry about the mutants and the heretics do they? .. Eh, details. "Otherwise, learning how to write a book is in your near future." He's not entirely sold on this little alien being that good at fighting, but he's been surprised by mortals before.
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Link is far, far better at fighting than he is at writing books.