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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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"It's been a long time since I was small enough to be ignored, I'll have to take your word for it." A very long time, primarchs grew fast. Maybe..by four or five, he couldn't hide very well anymore? Not that he'd needed to, by then.
Finally retrieving his prize, he points the piece of pineapple at her. "Come now, you ventured the question, you must clarify its meaning. Strangeness is a spectrum."
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Nyla doesn't like the taste of alcohol--she'd worry about anyone who did--but she's very much in the 'see something, say nothing, and drink to forget' camp, and she's seen a lot, so let her have her boozy cake.
"I kinda doubt a brick wall like you was ever small enough to hide some places I've been." Nothing personal but what the hell did you EAT, big boy
she probably doesn't want to know the answer.."See, by my account, you're kind of on the weird spectrum. Big, kind of murdery looking," It's the teeth, okay? WHO DOES THAT. "And eating a fruitcake like it's the best thing you've ever tasted." Did trip the 'weird' scale, gotta admit.
"But I think I meant more like 'something that rattled your belief that you kinda understood how the world worked'. Somewhere in that." Small talk? That's how it's done in the Expanse.
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And he ate literally anything he could catch and kill, for a while. Maybe it's for the best no-one ever extended a kind hand to him, he'd have eaten them out of house and home in short order. The truth of why with few exceptions only the wealthy seemed to pick up a primarch foundling, perhaps.. "Only 'kind of' murdery looking," is the murmur as she explains he is the weirdness scale, sounding a touch disappointed.
Honestly. This is what he gets for interacting with mortals, they're learning to not be terrified of him. Familiarity breeds contempt!
But the actual explanation, of things that shook his sense of the order of the universe, draws a long moment of still, silent contemplation. "No." The conclusion is inevitable, a soft negative that's half exhale and half word. "All I have encountered has matched expectations with very little variation. Even what might seem strange on the surface, with a little study, reveals itself to be aligned with known quantities."
The key there is 'encountered'. He's heard of some things that were disturbing to consider the implications of, such as daemons, but he'd never actually experienced one.
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HEY she heard that. "What? You want to be MORE murdery looking?" She tilts her head back, studying him like she's a makeup artist. Check: haunted dark eyes, which like...how do you see out of those? Check: murderteeth. Check: greasy hair and a sort of bathing-optional approach to hygiene. Check: claws. "Honestly? 10/10, no notes. Absolute Murder Unit."
If he could hear her heartbeat it might be a little fast, sort of like hummingbird on crack fast, because despite the words, she's very aware he's an Absolute Murder Unit who could have killed her for fucking up his snack with precisely zero effort and about as much remorse, but he hadn't. YET.
"Maybe your expectations are too high. Or low. I don't know." But she's not questioning his answer. "You know what I'm NOT gonna ask you in this conversation? If you've ever killed someone." Because...probably obvious. "Instead, you're gonna guess why I won't ask it." It's like a game! About murder talk!
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A custom he shouldn't have indulged in, perhaps; dabbling in gang traditions only encouraged them, after all. Absently he sucks on his now-cut tongue; it won't take long at all to heal.
While it's absolutely certain he can hear her heartbeat, he's also saying absolutely nothing about it. Any terror induced is purely incidental and not actually the goal. She seemed harmless. Brave enough to still be sitting there in spite of any fear she might have. He could respect that. "Ah, so not much more murdery looking possible, then? A new goal has been set."
He'll put on his armor later. Maybe. The power level on it was rather low, so keeping it on standby seemed better.
"..I suspect my expectations are too low. I set the bar on the floor and yet things always manage to match them." He gestures at an invisible, nonexistent floor-bar by way of evidence before working on digging out another piece of fruit. This one he doesn't recognize, and it takes a bit of excavating from its cake prison to free. "Hm. What you do not know you cannot ever give away. If you don't ask, none can demand the answer of you later."
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Besides, someone with half-filed teeth? DORK.
"So what have your expectations been for this place? Because I gotta say if you expected someone to fall onto your snack today, I think maybe you're more psychic than nihilistically accurate." Is 'nihilistically' a real word? Who cares.
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Back to destroying the cake with metholodical purpose. There's raisins in here, he knows it. They're just small enough to blend in. "Are the two mutually exclusive?" He is nihilistically accurate AND psychic! "I have few expectations here either. Sooner or later I will be returned to my proper place and until then, little good comes of it." Or when he returns, for that matter. "...Excepting present circumstances, worse things have fallen on my meals. What are you called, and where do you come from?"
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RIGHT?!
"Hey, sometimes you wanna disambiguate yourself from the normies. I get it." If it's voluntary, so much the better.
"I guess not, and now that I think about it, our resid--my old spooky guy was kinda both, too." Minus the filed teeth and general murderhobo vibes. Former spooky guy. No longer affiliated. "Maybe the future just sucks."
Well, her immediate future certainly had. Did. Whatever. Before coming here. "Point of order: I fell NEXT to your meal, not on it." Because falling on a plate, and smushing the cake? Probably would have ended with a lot more screaming, mostly hers.
"Nyla Vereca, Captain of the Not Scrap." Clearly a ship with dignity and grace that isn't at all held together by duct tape and Rauth's prayer papers. "I think I got sucked into some anomaly crossing into the Expanse." Because...no ship, no crewmates, eve the new guys the Militia had forced on her. She didn't really miss those guys too much with their weird bald heads and mandatory stick up ass posture and attitude. "How about you? OR should I just call you Murderteeth? Sir Murderteeth?" The Honorable Most Excellent Murderteeth, Esquire?
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'Old spooky guy' must have been, by context, a shipboard psyker. Their navigator? Astropath? "Unfortunately the future does indeed, 'suck'. Fire and darkness and death." He waves a raisin as if it is in fact proof of this. "So enjoy cake while you can, it'll be rationed going forward for the next six centuries." He sounds absolutely certain of that, but it's possible it's also a joke. Probably. "But fair enough, you did not land on it." Who would know something like that?
About cake specifically, too. He doesn't look to be the sort that monitors interplanetary cake economics.
"Well. Captain Vereca of the Not Scrap, regretfully I must inform you this seems to have nothing to do with the Immaterium and everything to do with an alien Librarius with dubious ideas of what an archive needs to run." None of them seemed like they fit the bill. "I am Night Haunter." That's an actual name, the only one he's interested in answering to. "Anyone who says otherwise is to be ignored. I do not generally kill with my teeth so 'Murderteeth' is rather less accurate, but will do in a pinch."