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TEST DRIVE MEME #3
[OOC Note: Hello everyone! Apps will open next week on Friday, March 27th. We’re trying something a little different with this TDM! In order to showcase people who are looking to app, we ask that current characters not toplevel in the TDM. Threads do still count for AC proofs.]
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 Tea Cart
Sometime after your arrival, you enter the lobby to find yourself greeted by what appears to be a little tea cart containing a carafe of moderately decent coffee, a pot of very strong tea, mismatched creamers and sugar packets, and scones as hard as rocks with surprisingly nice saucers and teacups. There is a sign next to them, stating:
Welcome Editors!
Please enjoy these complimentary refreshments.
Do NOT take food or drink into the stacks and please wash your hands BEFORE touching anything.
Looking around, you see that you and everyone else present have also been supplied with sticker name tags with “Hello, my name is _____.” Any attempts to rid yourself of the nametag will wind up with a replacement in short order, sometimes with a nickname or other title than before. They can be edited, at least, and there’s a little marker on the help desk for that purpose.
Do You Want To Make A T-Shirt
The Maker Space is always open, though it seems to be a bit picked over at the moment- one of those machines that lets you make custom logos and such for t-shirts is on display, but there’s very little of the iron-on vinyl left. If you want to make your own snazzy shirt, you’ll need to make do with the more wild colors- there’s no black or white, but there is hot pink and neon green. And glitter, of course. So much glitter.
Alternatively, feel free to grab some of the discarded ones- a few typos, a few cases where the machine snagged and messed up the print, and at least one that says “I stabbed a vampire in the face and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
Story - Moonlit Rivals
The city of Montica has been having some trouble lately, the normal tension between the resident vampire and werewolf populations now paused as they unite against a common enemy. Vampire clans who had been exiled are striking back, their aim to knock the current ruling clan out of power- but they care very little who gets hurt in the process.
There is chaos throughout the streets, as some of the rogue vampires have been using the sewer systems to set fires to the city. Given their own dislike of fire, most of the top-side vampires flee shortly after, though some at least maintain enough presence to try and take others with them, though someone is still going to need to put out these fires. Assuming you want there to still be a city after all of this.
[This prompt takes place during the end of our current Story! Replies to this prompt will not be considered canon, but feel free to play with them to get an idea of how a Story works.]
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 Tea Cart
Sometime after your arrival, you enter the lobby to find yourself greeted by what appears to be a little tea cart containing a carafe of moderately decent coffee, a pot of very strong tea, mismatched creamers and sugar packets, and scones as hard as rocks with surprisingly nice saucers and teacups. There is a sign next to them, stating:
Welcome Editors!
Please enjoy these complimentary refreshments.
Do NOT take food or drink into the stacks and please wash your hands BEFORE touching anything.
Looking around, you see that you and everyone else present have also been supplied with sticker name tags with “Hello, my name is _____.” Any attempts to rid yourself of the nametag will wind up with a replacement in short order, sometimes with a nickname or other title than before. They can be edited, at least, and there’s a little marker on the help desk for that purpose.
Do You Want To Make A T-Shirt
The Maker Space is always open, though it seems to be a bit picked over at the moment- one of those machines that lets you make custom logos and such for t-shirts is on display, but there’s very little of the iron-on vinyl left. If you want to make your own snazzy shirt, you’ll need to make do with the more wild colors- there’s no black or white, but there is hot pink and neon green. And glitter, of course. So much glitter.
Alternatively, feel free to grab some of the discarded ones- a few typos, a few cases where the machine snagged and messed up the print, and at least one that says “I stabbed a vampire in the face and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
Story - Moonlit Rivals
The city of Montica has been having some trouble lately, the normal tension between the resident vampire and werewolf populations now paused as they unite against a common enemy. Vampire clans who had been exiled are striking back, their aim to knock the current ruling clan out of power- but they care very little who gets hurt in the process.
There is chaos throughout the streets, as some of the rogue vampires have been using the sewer systems to set fires to the city. Given their own dislike of fire, most of the top-side vampires flee shortly after, though some at least maintain enough presence to try and take others with them, though someone is still going to need to put out these fires. Assuming you want there to still be a city after all of this.
[This prompt takes place during the end of our current Story! Replies to this prompt will not be considered canon, but feel free to play with them to get an idea of how a Story works.]
Welcome
A quiet sound of surprise slipping from him, muffled before he plucked his mask off, shifting to properly face the stranger- the steps sounded strange, given he had the lower body of a spider rather than two normal feet. At least the toecaps he wore meant there were eight little plinks of metal against the floor rather than the utter silence that would've otherwise not told the stranger anything about his movements.
"Ah, yes. Was there something you needed?"
no subject
That sound... took some adjusting to. Rezo normally interacted with creatures with two legs. Occasionally, there were four. Eight implied either some sort of chimera or perhaps a mazoku. The latter seemed more likely, given his track record, but either way that didn't imply anything good about his situation.
Rezo squares his shoulders. "I would like information," he says. "Where is this? And why am I here?"
no subject
"Well, I'll happily share what information I do have," He offered, partly pleased he could help, partly frustrated at how little information he really had here. "This is... from what I've learned, the Unfinished Library. We've all been brought here as Editors to help finish various Stories the place houses."
A faint, nervous little huff. "Finishing Stories in this case is more than just pen to parchment. We somehow enter the tale and live the narrative while trying to wend it to some unknown endpoint. Whether it's a satisfactory one is... well it's hard to say in the moment. Our only clues are the reading they offer beforehand- stories that are of a similar theme to what we're meant to be doing, near as we've figured out so far."
no subject
"That's quite the unusual writing process," Rezo says after the explanation has had a moment to sink in. Not that he's much of fiction writer himself, but he's quite sure that's not normally how it works. Going into what he assumes must be elaborate illusions, acting out stories to 'finish' them. What is the point of such activities? Who benefits from them doing this? There's clearly an inhuman level of magic involved.
"Who is in charge of the Library? Does anyone know?"
no subject
"We... think it's the Librarian? But as you've undoubtedly seen, they're... very hard to catch for conversation. I don't know that anyone's managed it," The drider hummed quietly, considering. "There's a pair of assistants that sometimes come to manage things, but they're not in charge either from what people have gleaned talking to them. More willing to answer questions than the Librarian at least?"
no subject
"Do you know when or where I might be able to meet the Librarians' assistants?" he asks.