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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.
Eda Clawthorne | The Owl House | OTA
She sits up and immediately bonks her head on one of the shelves, which draws a sharp curse as she rubs her forehead. That's just her luck. What's also her luck as she looks around is that she has, apparently, been kidnapped again.
"Dang it! I was just getting used to not having trouble breathing down my neck!"
This also means a lot of problems for her down the line - such as how her curse will function in this place. They've come to terms with each other, sure, but - and oh. She casts about furiously, her one arm finally finding the wooden staff with an owl carving atop it that she's looking for. She sighs in relief.
"At least you're here, bud."
She pushes to her feet, with a grunt.
"Ugh, gettin' too old to be sleeping on floors. Alright, let's get this over with and find whatever dastardly jerk is in charge."
And then anyone watching will be treated to the sight of her holding the staff out sideways, sitting on it - and it immediately lurching off into the air, the eyes of the owl carving on the head glowing and its wings spreading. The Eda Clawthorne patented Exploring the Joint has begun.
Lobby
She points at the menorah. "Well that ain't kosher, I know that much. Metaphorically speaking. At least get the magic right, you know? To say nothing of the traditions."
There's an answering chirp, and a small brown owl alights on her shoulder with a hoot. She nods.
"Yeah, yeah, no bustin' windows with holy objects, I know. Where's a good rock when you need one?" Because she isn't the 'wait 5 minutes' sort, even when it's true.
She can also be found glaring at the mention of a 'God Emperor'. She's no fan of Emperors of any sort.
"In a pig-slug's eye," she mutters, and the owl on her shoulder ruffles its feathers in distaste. She sighs, slumping a bit. "I swear, if I'm here five minutes and I gotta stop another power-mad mooch..."
Kitchens
Now this she can get behind. A couple over-filled glasses of wine sit next to her as she engages liberally with the food items, piled high on a plate.
Seeing a one-armed, white haired lady with an obvious, pointy gold tooth chowing down might not be too out of the ordinary to you - but the little owl making itself a ham sandwich next to her might be. Not your typical owl behaviour, that.
Crafts
The more she finds shiny things around the arts and crafts, the more her eyes seem to widen. Entire bottles of glitter are being surreptitiously stored in her massive hair, while she whistles an innocent tune. Wherever she's gonna nest - yes, nest - it's gonna be sparkly this time around.
Little working tools disappear into her hair as well. She has, her entire life, been an appreciator of junk and a follower of the creed of 'if it's not nailed down and nobody yells at you...' so minor thievery is entirely ok.
A little later, she'll find her way over to the clay, because clay is fun in any corner of the multiverse. And family tradition has made her pretty good at carving - and she gets started on the bust of a certain green-haired bard hottie who won her heart many, many years before. Owlbert, for his part, is working on a...much more lopsided version of his favourite human. One ear is currently in the process of falling off.
Lobby
Probably she's seen stranger things than a ten foot tall, ghost-pale man wearing nothing but black pants and a black feathered cloak, so there's that at least. "No fears on that front. There is no God-Emperor, no power-mad mooch to stop. Someone invented that, possibly just to be irritating."
Lobby
She’s also got an amythest-studded headset and wears a keytar on her hip like it’s a sidearm she can sling at high noon. If Eda can sense magic, this girl is absolutely radiating with it, a bright violet glow from her beating heart, in the Royal Road chord progression.
“Welcome to the Stacks,” she says, offering a hand to shake. “It’s apparently every winter holiday from everywhere all at once.”
Kitchens
He sighs, because, well, as expected, no vials of fresh blood in the back of the spice cabinet, when he turns to see who has entered while he rummaged. The owl is...clearly. He knows what it is. A tutelary. Magnus's sons have them.
"You are a sorceress, then?" He's never seen a woman with a tutelary before.