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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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Very well.
I awoke in this library after hunting for a particular monster. From reports, it is made of black liquid, like shadow given form, and will, occasionally, wear my face.
... It... Targets women, mostly. Steals food and flowers, too.
[And if she examines that too closely, she will decidedly Not.]
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The second is that there is an easy way to test this.]
Not that I don't trust you, but one sec. Don't move. This won't hurt. Can't be too careful with doppelgangers.
[and she holds the keytar like a gun, and starts to play, and sing -]
Ohhhh what's it like to be you?
What's it like to be beautiful and true?
[...and on true she plays the chord that strips away falsehoods. What's Claire dealing with, here?]
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[That, when her house was burned, and her parents left this life,]
[the machinations of a mother would bring her low.]
stop
[Form of her soul an iron casket]
[form of her fate chains, to love those who she demanded,]
[form of her body a shield for her child, still in training but a young lion nonetheless]
STOP--
[and all these things would leave her life a foregone conclusion, but for two wrinkles:]
MAKE IT STOP--
[That before all that, a red string tangles all about her,]
[that before all that, the skein of Fate cannot change what is already true.]
[And there, in a palace of thousands of minds--]
[--confronted with a truth she could not acknowledge, lest her own chains kill her--]
[she lost a duel with that truth, and awoke here]
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She sure stripped away illusions. That’s too many illusions stripped. She puts them back.
…a lifetime ago, a girl with cotton candy pink hair in twintails saved Claire’s life and soul, and all she asked in return was that Claire not swear in front of her, because of her memories of her parents.
Now Nova’s hair is always the blue of her magical girl uniform, and Claire’s been very careful not to swear even on her own, out of respect for her.]
Shhhhiiit.
[…Not unless the situation truly warranted it. Nova made sure to allow exceptions.]
What the fuck did I - are you alright?! What the fuck was that, who did this to-
[And then her brain engages.]
…You can’t tell me. You are. Literally unable to tell me.
Holy Maidensong I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
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I think we both know th' answer to 'am I doin' well'.
But i don't blame ya. You can't avoid a rock in the harbor ya didn't see, and i didn't know t' warn ya.
[No. Absolutely not.]
But I'm still alive. And I'm gonna make that a problem, and my parents proud, if it's the last thing I do.
[But to the last statement, she nods, and repeats, in the even tone she said it before:]
I cannot speak to foul play.
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Fudge, you sire can’t, huh. I did catch that the first time, beleive it or not.
…Claire Ryland, Riot Purple of Magica Riot, Starlight Alliance. Punk rock keytarist and singer and professional magical girl, out of the Portland area.
[She offers her hand to shake, American-style.]
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Mei Torioi. Osaka University, Suita Campus. Double major: Economics and Mechanical Engineering.
[Despite being out of order, and spoken, instead of written, Clare knows the kanji given are "Bird-hunting Plum."]
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The pure heart of a maiden beating in Claire’s chest has purity of purpose and emotion. Drinking, brawling and fucking doesn’t revoke that status and never has.
And, frankly? Would. Claire so would, given the chance. If she’s trapped here with no way back, Hazel would understand.]
Pleasure to meet you, shame it’s like this, Mei. And best of luck getting those curses broken. I’ll help any way I can.
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[She doesn't know a lot about magical girls, but she knows they come in many flavors; the idol band's a favorite, but she's also run into powerful miko, fighters like herself but with more zoning and hearts, and who didn't see Starchaser bind and defeat that giant fox monster her first year of high school?]
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[She smiles, and sighs the sigh of the blissfully in love.]
In the meantime, I owe the Maidensong a debt, and she accepts forward payment towards drawing it down. If I can't go home, I'll do what I can for everyone here, you not least of all.
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Let's do business.
[Never mind her own troubles; helping all these people is sure to help her out later, if only in gathering entirely new knowledge she can apply to her own problems.]
[Surely she and Claire will make great friends.]