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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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I am a prisoner in the Unfinished Library just like you. I can help you find food, shelter and neccesities. My name is Claire Ryland, my title is Riot Purple, my friends are the punk band and monster hunters Magica Riot, and they work for a federation of magical girl warriors and guardians called the Starlight Alliance.
Better?
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He tilts his head then and his brows go up just slightly.] And not particularly.
[He would insert some snarky comment about how she and her friends and this alliance must have a mental age of about twelve with those particular naming conventions but he supposes he's heard of bounty hunter guilds and Mandalorian clans with equally ridiculous titles and names so he decides to keep his comments to himself.
If this is in fact not some sort of messed up hallucination then it'll serve him better to not completely and severely tick off the people around him.] But I did catch your name this time around.
[That's something at least.]
I'm Major Nahain— an officer in the Sith Empire's military.
[It's not technically a lie given that he still does hold the rank of Major and have Aden Nahain down as his civilian name on paper even if he no longer identifies as anything but his numerical designation. The dark uniform he wears does at least read military. The black lipstick and dark blue hair tied up in two bow-shaped buns at either side of his head not so much though.]
"Unfinished Library" though... That your name for this place or actually what it's called?
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…I’m sorry, Major, and please don’t take this the wrong way, but what do you use for personal pronouns? The way I’m definitely she/her?
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[Library full of unfinished books. Nine doesn't do a lot of reading unless it's reading details associated with his missions, instruction manuals, or field reports. But to know that the books on the shelves are just sitting there full of unfinished text. That's... Great.
Rather than remain fixated on it though, Nine tilts his head to the side at the question.
It's the first time he's been asked so directly. Usually people just sort of pick one or waffle back and forth on whether to call him sir or ma'am. He's never said anything about it because he's never felt that any of it was right or wrong and thus he can't bring himself to care.]
Not sure why I'd take that the wrong way.
[Is being asked supposed to be insulting in some way? He doesn't get it.]
You can just pick some if you want.
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[But she files Major Nahain under they/them in her head.]
None of the books here are completed stories. None of us, either, which now has me worried about what kind of sequel can possibly be coming for my - for me after something as final as my last battle seemed.
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[Sort of when people refer to him as it at home. Not because it/its is wrong either but because the intent is to imply that he's less than a person. Not that he's going to say that because that's his emotional damage to deal with on his own.]
And that's... Fantastic. I just love being cock-blocked by literature. [His tone is so dry. So, so dry.] I hope there are other forms of entertainment here that aren't incomplete.
[Of course he gets the distinct feeling that the entertainment might just be them.]
Mm. No such thing as a life without continuous strife, I'm afraid. However final a battle might feel, trouble's always going to be waiting in the wings.
[He sounds equal parts jaded and much older than he looks because he is so, so tired...] Of course you might also be overthinking things just a little— your story's not done until you're in the ground, but the genre might just change. [He shrugs.] Maybe you're headed for slice of life.
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[But Claire doubts it. They still need to save Sara’s lost and recently found Iris, at the very least.]
But we’re working on entertainment. And you might get lucky. One of the others got a complete manuscript of a tabletop game, just lacking art assets and with occasional directions to look up a rule on page XX. Plus we’re getting better at conjuration of complete (if not for one niggling flaw) books.
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... What's a tabletop game?
[That he will actually ask about given that it was just referred to as entertainment.] ... And what do you mean by "conjuration of complete books" exactly?
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And it's possible for Editors - and if you're here, you're an Editor - to learn how to draw physical objects out of stories. Object permanence is harder; it's easier to keep things here if they're 'unfinished.' Flawed in some way.
...I keep using references to my life and culture you wouldn't know. Sorry. It's thoughtless of me. Just... a vacation making music with the band, and with my girlfriend, seems like it would be a great time. But I doubt I'll get so lucky that we're not interrupted by our enemies, or some other crisis.
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The explanation about editors draws a deep sigh from him. He chooses to just. Not comment. He can deal with that absolute nightmare later.
Instead he just tilts his head.] We come from different places— what's normal to you is not to me and vice-versa. If it'll make you feel better I can shoot off some lingo that only another Chiss or an Imperial would know.
[Probably Imperial. He hasn't indulged in language or culture related to his species in nearly a decade.
He does make a mental note to practice being more Chiss a little though because apparently his control over his expressions has slipped— aiming for more human is well and fine but it's an issue when his actual feelings leak out into it. He had been aiming for neutrality but apparently some of his confusion got mixed in there.
Nine suspects his people would be ashamed of him if they knew.] Good to know that wanting a vacation is apparently universal though.
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And there are always X’s webnovels, though those are a mixed bag. Could be worse: Hikaru can tell you horror stories of how much info about genre and subject natter they need to cram into the word salad titles of books he’s used to.
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[He chooses to not say anything about the population given that he can count on one hand the amount of Imperials he doesn't want to hand an umbrella during a particularly heavy Dromund Kaas thunder storm.] My ship's lovely though— a true beauty that makes hyperspace travel an absolute joy.
[He already misses the Phantom. He had been aboard her before waking here and stars he hopes his crew will take care of her during... Whatever it is this is. Force fuckery or whatever.]
... And I suppose my crew's decent too. One of them's great company for nights where you want to drink two-credit wine and talk shit about superior officers.
[Just replace superior officers with Sith Lords but that's a can of worms he doesn't want to open since the name of the game here to him is sharing inconsequential anecdotes.]
... Why would word salad titles be something that's needed?