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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.
Torioi Mei | My Best Friend Is A Total Flake Who Thinks I'm In Love With Him | New, OTA
The last thing Mei remembers is being in the the University's stacks, and getting lost. She was chasing... Something. A shadow. Something of red jade eyes and chains and carmine lips and a claim that she's always known her.
She awakens, and rubs her throat, and feels and hears chains she cannot see. A brief look in black glass proves she's just as she remembers: 148cm. Black hair. Brown eyes. Unremarkable, save for the red ribbon tied into her hair, which still contains the lockpicks. Good. Her UNIKOKORO shirt is proudly displayed. Well. As much as cheap department store clothing can be proudly displayed. For exploration, it would do.
They are ponderous, but apparently she is used to moving with them, for she does not hesitate in the slightest before slowly moving to the circulation desk.
Of course the Librarian looks familiar to Mei. She was just speaking with a librarian. But this is not the Suita circulation desk, and Iwai Kanna was manning the reference desk. Sho was manning the circulation desk. A closer inspection reveals that there's too many little differences, but the resemblance is, as they say, uncanny. "... You have--"
"Sh!" The Librarian points to the kitchenette and dorms.
Mei looks, and looks back, and the Librarian is gone. "... It seems my trip in whatever strange place I had found myself in isn't over, yet..."
B: The Kitchens
Despite everything, it seems that Mei is digging into the fridge. As long as she's here, she might as well make the most of it. A knife and several other implements of war and/or cookery line the counter. There's even the dried fish for dashi, somehow, though this is more of a staple than anything else.
The eerie sound of chains gently follows her, as she boils the water to make a dashi, as she gently cuts up fried chicken into cutlets, as she slowly makes of leftovers and Christmas reservations a meal fit for something approximating a rich man, complete with satsuma oranges.
She's like to be in there an hour or so, so anyone who wants to talk or help while she works over a small gas stove and a hot plate back burner is welcome to.
Anyone who helps her clean up will be taken as a godssend.
C: Crafts
It's... Been a while since she's seen a crafts table like this. It's been ages since she was invited to use one.
It's with a strange air that this woman sits down, and begins to form clay with her hands. The fingerprints are barely visible as she works, smoothing things out, carefully trimming the edges. She's probably completely missed the assignment in favor of making this stone bowl.
"What are you making?" she'll ask, if you sit down next to her.
Crafts
"My brother," he says, still folding a sheet of paper, "has attempted to make a joke. As usual, his joke was extraordinarily unfunny." Implied: HE MUST PAY and whatever glitter origami thing Sanguinius is working on is the price.
"And you?" Right. Be pleasant. Not everything is about your personal life, Sanguinius.
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"You're a tall one, aren'cha?"
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He laughs, because, well, yes. "I am among the taller of my brothers." But he's not the tallest one here, apparently. It is an unusual experience.
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"A female?" That couldn't be right. Librarians were all of the Adeptus Astartes, all male. "It would not surprise me, though, if they had a sanctioned psyker here." As in Seal of Approval by the Emperor sanctioned.
"Libraries hold many dark and arcane tomes. They aren't safe to open, many, without the proper rites. Or so my Librarians tell me."
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Lots of average folks, too.
If Sanguinius turns his senses to her-- well. There's a lot of weight in her soul, like it's made of iron. A lot of psychic restrictions on her actions, too-- mental blocks and conditionals.
Kitchens
"Is that a tradition winter meal from Earth?" She's figured out that more than likely, an andrax--a human--is probably from Earth.
Re: Kitchens
She pauses, takes a sip of the stock in a separate tasting dish. "... That's coming out good, let's start the rest..."
"Anyway, how's business? Gettin' by?"
A: Arrival
whose icons are still being reworkedtoward the newcomer."Because, yeah, this place is weird. Really weird. I'm Laina. You?"
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Which, of course she does, she's clearly some sort of librarian. "Ah. Torioi, Mei. Please, treat me kindly. I got lost here a little back, y'know the way back to Suita Campus from here?"
The voice is a little bit lyrical, in that way tonal languages are.
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But then, there comes the choice of verb to poke her on the shoulder. 'Read'. Not like she didn't want to watch it in motion, but couldn't, or never conceived of it. Mei looks again at the robes, and-- "Perhaps not anime, but I have seen enough tokusatsu. Chousentai Magiranger, is it...?"
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Laina would, if Mei followed, go directly that way.
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The kitchen, this time of year, was in Holiday Mode.
"The potatoes are here. Plus all manner of other seasonal foods. Take a look, especially at the stuff you don't recognize."
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But also a ham, smoked, spiral-cut, mulled wine in a punch bowl on the counter, a sort of half-made bit of dough in two oiled and floured cloths with... Raisins? Plenty of dried fruits. A hint of a brandy smell to it, as well as chocolate?
She blinks, and points at it, directly. "That's-- That's a Christmas pudding, iddn't it? Like with that one story."
Now her eyes turn to the rest. "Normally, I'd say someone made too much for the gathering, and quite the polyglot menagerie. But... There'd be differences in how much was taken... and I dunno of any gatherings that use wheatcakes and jam."
"Still, there's plenty for a good meal if y'want one. There a hotplate 'r somethin'?"
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She begins to hum a tune that may or may not be familiar almost reflexively.
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Regardless, she soon has an array of things before her and a classic cutting knife, which she uses with a practiced hand to break down many of the things here.
The big ham bone in particular comes away in one surprisingly powerful CHOP!. There are certain advantages to an iron soul, perhaps.
Still, even as she puts it into the stockpot, she hums. "Gettin' a chashu out of this is gonna be a challenge, y'know..."
Noodles are, thankfully, simple to make, and they have plenty of other ingredients.
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Laina blinked, not realizing it was in fact a holiday song.
Aaaand she's already helping with things... Though she does jump in surprise at the chop.
"This is... Quite a bit you're doing. We'd be able to feed quite a few people. Fortunately, there are quite a few, but..."
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cut cut cut cut cut. "Asides. Soups 're fillin', sure, but they'll nag at ya if they're all ya get."
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