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Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account ([personal profile] libraryassistants) wrote in [community profile] unfinishedooc2025-12-20 09:27 am
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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.
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Jun Ushiro | Bokurano: Ours | New Character

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2025-12-20 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival (cw: emetophobia, genocide, PTSD)

A kid appears in the stacks. A teenager, but very young, and he looks like he's about to fall over. His knees are trembling, his hands are shaking, and his body is covered in sweat. He's in a strange uniform, and next to him is a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a jacket. They smell faintly of vomit.

All of the points of light, going out one by one. All of those lights, targeted by him in order to save his world.

Anyone would have done the same. ... Right?


He sits down hard, pulling his knees up into his chest. He looks like he's about to cry, if the sniffing and the hiccupping noises are anything to go by.

It's over. It's over and he died but it was worth it and... it's all over. Right?


Lobby

Everything looks... festive. It is winter, but he's unfamiliar with some of these holidays. The strange candelabra gets a weird look, and so do the posters. It doesn't really matter, though - he's not feeling very festive. He's also still got his spare clothes that he's lugging around in a small bag, though they're at least a little damp now that he's found the bathroom and cleaned them up a bit.

He's looking around in a little bit of wonder, though it's dulled by how tired he is. He's very obviously new, given how he's staring at everything... he doesn't even know where to begin with questions at this point.


Kitchen

Jun is aware that eating after not eating for so long is a bad idea, so instead he's just sitting with some water and a small cinnamon roll. He's carefully picking at it, making sure not to go too fast - but if someone else wanders into the kitchen he's probably going to appear to be ignoring them unless they're obviously a nonstandard human. He doesn't much care what most people think - but he is paying attention. Information is everything in this situation, right?


Dorms

He's tossing and turning. Of course he can't sleep after that, as exhausted as he is. His bag is set nearby, but to be honest he's not as worried about them getting stolen as he might normally be - there's not much worth to them, after all.

Eventually he gives up and sits up, looking around to try to see what other people are up to. It's not exactly night... but it's also not not night. Are other people sleeping? Wandering around? He's not sure. ... He reaches over and grabs his glasses out of the bag so he can actually tell.


Wildcard

[ooc; Got another idea? Grab me on Discord (artematthew) or Plurk ([plurk.com profile] atrypical).]
keytarheroine: (i can serve justice)

Claire Ryland/Riot Purple | Magica Riot | New, OTA

[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
1 - Welcome to the Stacks - I Want You To Fight Me, Bite Me, Come And Face Me

[Claire Ryland grits her teeth, scanning the Library for threats, because this place is not the back of Vancent Price. These are not her beautiful bandmates, this is not her beautiful girlfriend. And whatever brought her here reeks like magic, and not exactly Harmonic magic either.

At first, Claire is wearing a purple t-shirt with an illustration of a particularly erudite purple pastel winged unicorn with the legend Oh Boy I Sure Do Love Books, under a blue windbreaker and a knee-length burgundy red skirt, with sensible sneakers and tall purple striped stockings; slung over her back is a backpack and a really good, bespoke keytar. Her shoulder-length hair is a brilliant shade of violet that normally requires dye, but hers is purple down to the roots.

Then she reaches her hand skyward, and an amythest-studded microphone materializes out of the ether for her to sing into in perfect contralto C-major key:]


Maidensong... Harmony... Powee~eer! GO LIVE!

[She is enveloped in a purple glow from within that obscures any details from her brief nudity, and then scrolls of sheet music wrap around her, turning into, in turn, a blouse, a pleated skirt, stockings, gloves with steel knuckles, a scarf tied into a cute little bow, shitkicker steel toed goth boots, and the sickest leather jacket ever worn by a riot girl. Then she sweeps her microphone hand back, brushing a stray strand of hair over her ear, and the microphone turns into a headset with an amythest star earpiece, giving her a free hand to wield her keytar as if it were a machine gun.

The entire process takes less than a second; it feels longer for those watching.]


I am a guardian of Song and Heart! Servants of darkness, be silenced by the song of Riot Purple!

Now where are the fu- flaming Pandorites?

2 - The Lobby - I Cry So Loudly, I Slant Devoutly
[Still in her magical girl duds because seriously, what is wrong with this place, Claire - Riot Purple - narrows her eyes and frowns at the Saturnalia well-wishes from the God Emperor Of Mankind. Then, just for a change of pace, she looks over the fortune cabinet and sighs.]

Okay, sure, whatever, murray Crimbo.

[She takes a fortune and reads it, then turns to an onlooker with an 'I don't know what I expected' expression.]

...Well, ask a stupid question. Apparently I should be going south for the winter. Thanks for nothing, fortune.

3 - Kitchens - Brain Implosion Energy, 10,000 Grams Of Pure Caffeine
[Well, at least she's not going to starve here. Claire spots the ham, the latkes, a crockpot of jambalaya... and in the back of the fridge...]

Holy cra-rrristmas, is that - it IS!

[She retrieves her prize - an oyster pail of chicken chow mein, a package of shu mai with a perfect green pea in the center of each one and perfectly pleated har gao, and a four-pack of Reed's Ginger Beer from the fridge, puts all her assorted savories on a plate, and starts to nuke it, humming a tune happily.]

Christmas Day dim sum, I can't believe it. How does this place know? More magic?

4 - Crafts - I Spend My Hours Doing Alchemy, I Mix My Yellows And My Blues To Make A Shade Of Green
[At this point satisfied that the Stacks are not full of Pandora Entities trying to kill her, Claire Ryland is back to civilian form with her cartoon horse shirt and is examining a completed snowglobe. She shakes it, and...

...and inside is a band doing a set in a grungy bar. Claire herself is unmistakable, but the lead singer is a beautiful butch girl with shockingly bright red hair a blue and vividly maned pegasus to match Claire's bookish girl and a leather jacket on acoustic guitar; a black girl with warm brown and yellow dense kinky curls on electric guitar singing the backup, a girl in a tanktop and shorts with a jacket for a belt and goddamn Hatsune Miku blue twintails completely destroying the drumsets, and a tall and slender femme with long o-cha green bangs and ponytail on base, all singing their hearts out and getting screams from the crowd.

Claire wears a bittersweet smile and sings along.]


Oo~oh, what's it like to be you? What is it like to be beautiful, and true~?
Edited 2025-12-20 16:47 (UTC)
keytarheroine: (just a nice kid)

Kitchens

[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The college-age girl in the purple leather jacket over a lighter purple shirt, a pleated skirt of the same color, and knee-length shitkicker goth boots sits down next to Jun with a plate of steaming hot chow mein and shu mai taken from the microwave. It smells amazing.

She looks at his sadness meal, then silently offers him a bottle labeled Reed's Ginger Beer.

"Careful, it's actually literally spicy. They don't screw around with the ginger."
icanhearscreams: (what is it?)

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2025-12-20 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks over at her and blinks. What the hell is she... you know what, whatever. He takes the bottle and looks at it before setting it down.

"I'm thirteen. I don't drink beer."
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crowley | good omens | ota

[personal profile] goodtobebad 2025-12-20 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The Stacks;

Those wandering the stacks may find a thin figure lurking about, sunglasses and a shock of red hair as he examines books seemingly at random. He doesn't seem upset, or frightened, or angry. He's just vaguely curious, poking around absently.

"It seems someone nabbed the wrong occult being," he murmurs to himself, his accent British.

The kitchen;

Crowley has had a scowl on his face, pretty much since arrival. One that only deepened when he saw the decor. Clearly, he is not in a very festive mood. The expression only lightens when he discovers the alcohol stash in the kitchen.

"This sake isn't bad," he offers to whomever is brave enough to sit down near him. "Though the Shoryakuji fellows in 1400 did it better. Those monks knew how to party."

Craft room;

Arts and crafts? Really? Crowley sneers at it, obviously way too cool to get down with scissors and construction paper. A snow globe kit catches his eye, however - the scene looks a little Dickensian and he snaps his fingers, between one instant and the next the snow globe has assembled itself.

He gives it a quick experimental shake, and for a moment, an image appears in it, of two men (or man-shaped beings), dressed in Victorian garb. One is clearly Crowley, tall and thin and dressed in black, that red hair unmistakeable. The one walking next to him is a bit stouter, dressed in warm, buttery cream, with curly blond hair peeking out from under his top hat. The cherubic one is gesticulating dramatically, while Crowley saunters along next to him, a faint smile on his lips.

The image vanishes as Crowley drops the snow globe with a sound in his throat that's almost a growl.

Wildcard;

Got another idea? Maybe you stumble on Crowley giving a lecture to some of the plants in the garden, or trying to burn the goat? Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] frodabaggins with your ideas!
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Eliza Owens | Pokemon OC + CRAU | New Character

[personal profile] telecosmetic 2025-12-20 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
1. She's Used to This By Now

Eliza blinks awake, frowning as she looks around at the stacks. This definitely isn't where she set up her tent last night. Also, her tent is no longer here. She stands up and starts wandering, her hand going to her belt-and then flinching away when she realizes there's only one Pokeball on it. She immediately throws it out, a three-headed creature emerging from the library floor in a flash of light.

"Dragon? Do you know what happened?"

All three heads shake.

"I guess we should explore..."

Slowly, the duo start off on their exploration, Eliza turning her head from side to side as she tries to get a view of the entire place, Dragon quietly following behind and watching her back.

2. She Still Doesn't Know Who Jesus Is

Eliza is definitely distracted by all the holiday accoutrements when she reaches the Lobby, and she's actually drawn to the fortune cabinets first. She reaches out to pick one, her expression brightening upon seeing the red stick.

"Oh, a lucky draw! Wait...does it count if it's not the New Year?"

3. She Should Not Be Allowed Around This Much Glitter

Eliza can be found flitting around the Maker's Space with excitement in her eyes, grabbing everything she can just to try it out. She even tries taking a bite out of a gingerbread house piece, and when her teeth can't penetrate, they seem to shift slightly, sharpening as her eyes glow yellow.

...she still can't bite through it.

Still, despite everything being mostly hectic, she eventually settles down with a snowglobe, glue and glitter on her hands, shaking it and gazing deep, looking at the image of a younger teenage version of herself sneaking through the snow in a small village, slipping sheets of paper into mailboxes.

[OOC: Info/permissions for this CRAU version of Eliza can be found here. Ignore the game name, there's no Laby-specific info there.]
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Kel (CRAU)| OMORI | New Character - Current Player

[personal profile] knockingatthedoor 2025-12-20 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Welcome to the Library

"No. No no no no no-"

It's not Kel's first rodeo in being kidnapped into another world but, unlike last time... he's now into enemy territory. A library. The books menacingly stare at the teen, no pictures or comics in sight, and his friends are nowhere to be seen. The only familiar company is Marigold, a cat he got in his previous otherworld prison and that he gifted to one of his friends.

"Okay, big girl-" he comments, picking up the tabby cat between his arms and ignoring the way she hisses at him. Neither of them is happy with the current situation, apparently. "This must be one of those weird things that happen every other month, we just need to find a way out."

The (relatively buff) teen, wrapped in orange clothes and with bandages to protect his arms and hands, can be found wandering and climbing around, trying to find any way to get out of there.

The Kitchens

Food is comfortable, at least. Kel is not taking well being taken away from all his friends, quite the contrary, but there's a bit of hope they'll get there eventually? The library so far seems like a more peaceful place than the dream city where he was before, perhaps they could all live there without incidents until they can find a way home... if his friends get there.

No amount of training to protect them can help him deal with the whole 'being brought to another world' thing. He trained, he got some basic water powers too, but... he's alone now.

"It's you and me now, big girl..." He and Marigold, the tabby cat that came in with him, can be found in the kitchen, eating random foods and trying them. He's not touching the alcohol and not just because he's just 17, his family let him try the stuff when they visited their country of origin and Kel didn't like feeling all numb so... it's ignored.

He will easily be the one approaching whoever steps nearby, possibly asking if they're 'new' or ask if they know what a cat should and shouldn't eat because Marigold is scarfing down a piece of roast and is it even safe? His friend was the smart one when it came to cats, he knows dogs much better.

Crafts and More

He's been working on stuff to distract himself. A blanket has been stolen from the dormitories and he's pretty much using it as cape over his barely covering orange tank top, his (It's his now right?) cat is resting on a pillow nearby and he's been trying to recreate a pinwheel for a while.

Aubrey loved those and one of the last things he remembers was having a 'talk' with her, about their current problems, so he's doing what he can to keep his friends nearby. There are so many unfamiliar faces all around once more and he will be friendly but...

But for now he's crafting a pink pinwheel and he may make a few more for his friends. He still doesn't know objects aren't permanent so he's in for a world of disappointment.

Wildcard:

Hit me on discord over _erichthonios_ or through dms if you want anything specific. he's from a game when it still was horror oriented so, yeah, he's a bit on guard mode and worried about his friends but he's actually a VERY friendly guy.
keytarheroine: (always so polite (till I'm not))

[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah, that's why I wasn't offering you alcohol..."

She bites back the sarcastic genius.

"It's a homebrewed soda, it's not actually beer beer. You woke up here from home too, huh."
Edited (to match format) 2025-12-20 18:01 (UTC)
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the kitchens

[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? You've been?" says the worlds most purple keytarist, in her leather jacket, her leather steel-knuckled gloves and her shitkicker goth boots. "I mean I'm more of a beer girl myself but I'm not about to turn down something highly recommended."

Her own drink is labeled Ginger Beer but is probably not alcoholic. Her plate has takeout Chinese.
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Welcome!

[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, great, a civilian. Riot Purple's day just gets better and better. But at least this now gives her some proper direction - protecting innocents is what Magica Riot does.

"Hey, kid, get behind me," she says.

Riot Purple is dressed head to toe in that color, with a studded biker-ass leather jacket, studs on the knuckles on her leather gloves, and tall gothic boots with steel toes. She wields a keytar on a strap over her shoulder as if it's a machine gun. Somehow, it looks confident rather than ridiculous.

"Riot Purple," she says. "Punk rocker and monster-slaying magical girl."
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[personal profile] goodtobebad 2025-12-20 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's a lot of purple. It's probably a good thing Crowley is wearing sunglasses inside - he might have to squint around all that purple, otherwise.

"Mm," he says, not denying that he has, in fact, been. He's not really bothering with pretending to be human - doesn't see the point, given all of this.

So he just pushes the bottle of sake towards her. She can pour herself some, or not. It's none of his business. He is, for the record, only drinking. No food.
knockingatthedoor: Pardon? (006)

[personal profile] knockingatthedoor 2025-12-20 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Is there... danger? Kel immediately tenses up, he had enough time to get used to random things 'happening' and creatures attacking him in the world he was before so at least he knows how to immediately get into a defensive position and ready himself for combat but... nothing. The only 'danger' so far has been corridors and corridors constantly bringing him back to the same spot but what if that was all...

"Huh... hi? I'm not a kid."

He's seventeen, miss. That being said, he finds the leather-y style pretty much cool and awesome, he just never really saw the purple girl before. But now that he found someone maybe-

"Ouch!" Marigold hits. She bites his arm so the teen has to let her go and Kel lets out a pained hiss while holding his arm as the cat hops behind the magical girl. "What's the big idea, girl? We're in this together!"

Yes, he's pouting toward a cat. A sigh before he brings his attention to the stranger, offering his hand in her direction.

"Kel. If we do fancy introductions, I'm Kelsey Armando Alvarez. Never killed monsters but I did punch a couple of them before."
keytarheroine: (then berate me when I break shit)

[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Claire gives him this look. She hasn’t run into anything both nonhuman and nonhostile before. And the things that escaped from Pandora’s Jar can be real good at faking humanity.

But he’s offering her booze, not trying to attack her, and can hold a conversation, so she pours herself a small glass.

And raises it. “Kampai or something.”
knockingatthedoor: Calm and Content (004)

Dorms

[personal profile] knockingatthedoor 2025-12-20 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The dorms aren't even remotely comfortable as his treehouse bed, but for the moment they will have to do, right? He's a heavy sleeper, too, so he shouldn't have problems at resting for a few hours. With his cat Marigold between his arms, the teen walks in and looks around looking for... familiar faces? Company? Info? He doesn't even know.

Still the boy in orange spots one person awake and he's immediately hopping in his direction. Talking is always nice, isn't it?

"Hey there. Are the beds comfy at least?"
Edited 2025-12-20 20:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] keytarheroine 2025-12-20 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Having been a teenager who insists she’s not a kid very recently, Claire bites back sure you’re not, kid and just nods.

“Nothing’s jumped me yet but this place is humming with magic, and not a leitmotif from the Maidensong either,” she says. “A little caution never hurt anyone.”

She then notices a new friend rubbing up against her. “…cute. What’s your friend’s name?”
knockingatthedoor: It is I, your friend Kel| (043)

[personal profile] knockingatthedoor 2025-12-20 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
H-hey! Seventeen and almost eighteen is a lot, okay? He seems satisfied with the nod as he pays attention to her. Right, she seems to know what's happening, it's better than blindly wandering around, right?

"I'm not sure what the maidensong is, but I can't tell this place is magical to some degree. I walked around for a bit and even if I didn't have random plant creatures attack me nor animals go feral around the place or... I dunno, books try to eat me? This place seems to trap us here. Probably. I keep wandering back to the same place no matter how hard I try to go away from it."

He can be cautious, really. it's just... "Regardless of what this library is, I need to go back to my friends. We all live in the treehouse area, if you're familiar with the city." Oh, he still thinks it's just his old place being weird and scary...

"Ah, she's... Marigold. She's actually my roommate's cat but I guess we're in this together now. She is not my biggest fan. But, hey, she's orange! Like me!" He's trying to sound chipper, at least.
aetherialshackles: (021)

[personal profile] aetherialshackles 2025-12-20 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Erich isn't quite familiar with this kind of costumes, yet he seems interested in exploring new things at least. Eliza will probably notice things around her getting much larger as the local giant approaches, Erich seems rather careful of not hurting anyone though as he moves around.

"Huh.. I guess so?" A simple reply as he kneels down and looks at her stick. "I'm not certain of what I'm looking at, though...?2
icanhearscreams: (tired)

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2025-12-20 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"... Look, I'm tired." He narrows his eyes at her. "Not sleeping - or eating - for nearly two days does that to you."

Ugh. Why are older kids... the way they are? "... Not from home. From another world, but... it's complicated." and he doesn't really feel like telling her right now. He stares at the ginger beer and takes a sip. It... definitely has a kick to it, but it's not bad. Wakes him up a little bit, which is nice.

"So you're about as lost as I am, I'm guessing."
icanhearscreams: (sad gaze)

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2025-12-20 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, shit. Another person. Ushiro rubs at his face and grumbles for a moment. "Uh." The comfort level of the bed doesn't really matter to him as much as the horizontal level of it. "It's fine?"

Better than they got at the army base, at least. "... Do you normally just walk up to people you don't know?" That's weird. People here are weird.
knockingatthedoor: Hey! (Default)

[personal profile] knockingatthedoor 2025-12-20 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I don't know anyone around here so, yeah, I guess that's to be expected right now?" He grins widely in the other's direction. he may not be the happiest pea in the pod at the moment, but he's not the kind of person who shows too much his negative feelings. "But we can fix that a s a p."

The teen shifts his cat to the side, freeing one of his arms and offering the stranger his hand for a good handshake "My name is Kel. Kinda new around here."
icanhearscreams: (what is it?)

[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2025-12-20 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks at the hand and... doesn't lift his own. This kid's weird. "Ushiro Jun. Or... Jun Ushiro in western order." He can't quite tell if this person is Japanese or not. "I'm also new here."

He pauses, just to make sure the other is aware he's not going to shake his hand, and rubs at his face. "... And trying to sleep. I thought I'd crash as soon as I hit a pillow, but..." Maybe staying up so long's tricked his system into thinking it doesn't need sleep? He's not sure.
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1!

[personal profile] juniorarchivist 2025-12-20 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rio could probably have found somewhere else to sneak off to with snacks than the shelves, given the explicit rules saying Do Not Eat In The Stacks, but he did not listen to the rules, and now there is a Magical Girl doing her transformation routine, and he can only stand there, looking a bit alarmed and worried, arms full of pilfered snacks from the kitchenette.

He doesn't look like much of a threat, in spite of the horns and claws and definite presence of magic that probably isn't Harmonic, especially with all the snacks and what looks awfully like an oreo clenched in his teeth.

More like a nerd in a heavily embroidered, expensive looking robes and a whole lot of jewelry.]


Uh.

[The oreo is sucked in and crunched quickly.]

I ... I haven't seen anyone yet?
knockingatthedoor: Not a single thought in this head (018)

[personal profile] knockingatthedoor 2025-12-20 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, full introduction? Kelsey Armando Alvarez. But the full name is a mouthful so just use Kel, please? And hey, we're both new then! Sucks to be here, wherever this is, but at least we're not alone!" And in all that, he's still grinning.

Also- Definitely not japanese. Kel's roots are mexican and he spent his entire life in the United States so... sorry, not a single asian bone in this body. His best friend was of japanese origins, thought, did that even count?

"Yeah... I'm also going to try to sleep but this kind of sudden changes don't make it easy, do they?" look at him flop down not too far from the other. "Maybe we can chat until we get sleepy, right?"

At least Kel's cat seems eager to curl up and rest without any thought in the world.
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"Rio Fontaine" | World of Warcraft OC | New character, old player; OTA

[personal profile] juniorarchivist 2025-12-20 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Lobby

Know where Rio expects to be? NOT HERE.

But at least it's the best time of year to be here. He looks human.. ish, but absolutely isn't given the horns, occasional smattering of scales and fangs and all, dressed in robes befitting some upper-crust noble given the blue silk and delicate gold embroidery and amount of jewelry he's wearing. Even his glasses have a certain elegant design to the gold wire rims that suggest either friends with a skilled craftsman or significant wealth. Or, well, magic.

Surely not that last one.

"I didn't know it was Winter Veil!" And he sounds reasonably friendly, voice a pleasant tenor, as he sets his hands on his hips and looks around with interest at the garlands and Christmas tree book stack and candles and other festive goodness. "In fact I could have sworn Midsummer Fire Festival was right around the corner."

.... "Oh well, winter's better anyway."

Kitchens

Whatever the dragon's opinions on the lobby and its decorations, the kitchens have everything. Eggnog, check! Dragonbreath chili, check! Fried chicken, that one's new but he's willing to give it a pass, that sounds like something dwarves would like.

And he's adding what looks and smells awfully like delicious, hot cinnamon buns to the offerings. That these are conjured, pure creations of magic and willpower, doesn't mean they'll be any less delicious, and what's the point of having Conjure Food as a mastered spell if he doesn't use it at every opportunity?

Mana tea's already been put with the drinks. It tastes like ordinary slightly sweetened green tea, but is definitely far more energizing, especially for anyone who uses magic. Surely that's fine to just leave with the rest.

And then Rio acquires a plate, and begins putting one of everything he can find on it with singleminded focus.

Crafts!

He knows he should be getting back to the Azure Archives. But surely it can wait ... just a little longer. It's Winter Veil after all, and all this stuff is here to have fun with.

So Rio's set himself to working on making a few things of his own to add to the decorations outside, starting with construction paper rings.

It's taking longer, thanks to the pen and ink he's fished out of one of the pouches at his waist, inscribing each paper loop with purely artistic flourishes that leave glowing blue and white trails across them, appropriately frosty looking for the season. It's a very low level enchantment at best, nothing any scribe couldn't manage with a decent amount of snowfall ink, but it's also taking up all his focus. He might not notice anyone suddenly turning up to join in.

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