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TEST DRIVE MEME #1
Welcome To The Library
You 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 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.
Welcome to the Unfinished Library
Coffee Corner
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 very weak coffee, a pot of very strong tea, mismatched creamers and sugar packets, and assorted cheap boxed shortbread cookies alongside small paper plates and cups. (For some reason, there also seems to be a pile of coupons for a free yacht ride.) 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 _____.” Take it off, and it will magically be replaced by a new one. It seems it’s time to mingle, or perhaps try to get anywhere but here.
There is also a phone set up on the desk, with a small sign labeling it as the “Assistants’ Line.” Give it a try, and you might get someone to talk to.
Between the Stacks
While exploring the labyrinthine sprawl of the Stacks, you find a door tucked between the towering bookshelves. Opening it, you see the impossible: a community garden, fresh produce glistening with morning dew and ripe for the picking. The open sky stretches welcomingly overhead, the warmth of an unseen sun warming the soft grass underfoot.
A large fence spans the generous perimeter of the garden. No matter how high you go, the fence follows with you. Those trying to get a peek on the other side should make a plan.
When the room is no longer in use and the door is closed, the garden will disappear; rotating out of cycle. The next time the door opens, maybe it’s a computer lab - decked out with technology from… some planet and century. Or maybe it’s a meeting room, complete with someone else’s handouts scattered across the table. Closing and reopening the door will reveal a different room each time. What's your pick?
Maker’s Meetup
There’s a cheerful, if not generic, poster on the bulletin board by the help desk, declaring:
The Maker Space in question is, for the moment, easy to find, a few nice and similarly formatted signs with arrows helping leading the way through the stacks. As promised, there are a number of machines and tools related to crafting and making things, including a table that, for some reason, just has construction paper and safety scissors.
It seems the materials for the room have been recently stocked, too; there’s a little pile of fabric (mostly scraps, but a lot of larger pieces that can be made into something without needing to piecemeal it together), some sheet metal of various sheens, and bits of wood that could be shaped into something maybe as large as a small bowl. There are also some more generic arts-and-crafts materials (on a separate table from the scissors); puff balls, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners and other sorts of things.
There doesn’t appear to be anyone actually around to teach the use of the machines, but it can’t be that hard… right?
Transition In - Prepare for Dheekis
In the Lobby, things begin to… change.
The tiled floors have started to fuzz along the grout, the colour and texture slowly bleeding out into cool grey metal. The change continues to flow up the walls, coloured strips of lighting dividing sturdy steel segments. What few doors there are shimmer, an overlay of automated mechanisms clinging closely to them. Hydraulic pistons pump as if pushing the doors open when you approach, but alas - these doors remain sadly hand-operated.
Within a few moments, gravity in the Lobby seems to decrease. Steps are lighter; a jump turns neatly into a bounce, leaving you hanging weightless in the air for a few long moments. The furniture remaining in the lobby begins to float, as do any items that have been left loose. If it’s not nailed down, consider it airborne.
The effect spans only the space (ha) of the Lobby. Exiting to another room will bring an unceremonious return to the Library’s usual gravity, and please note: the success of your landing is not guaranteed. Please proceed cautiously.
After some time - maybe it's days, who's to say? - you begin to feel it. A pull that tugs you to the Stacks, drawing you step by step closer to the next Story to unfold.
The Difficulty with Dheekis
On the SS Covenant, things usually run pretty smoothly. Usually. Unfortunately, there was an… incident at the last stopover at the Eternis Station. One of the crew members became utterly besotted with one of the little creatures the Eturian ambassador carried them with, called dheekis, and the ambassador was more than happy to gift them one. Unfortunately, the reason they were so willing to do that is that the fluffy little creatures, somewhere between a bunny and a rodent, are very prolific breeders, and additionally can procreate asexually when there’s only one of them around. Which means that after a week in space, it was no longer possible to keep them hidden.
Since then, it has been a game of trying to capture and contain the little pests, shoving them into boxes so they’re packed tight- dheekis only stop reproducing when there is literally no more space for them. And they are trying very hard to fill up the void space on the ship; they’re under beds, in rafters, engineering nooks, forgotten corners, you name it. How long will it take to get rid of them all? Can you get rid of them all? Because if you have one dheeki, it won’t stay one for long.
[This is a free-form ‘Story’ prompt and cannot be considered canon to the game; since there’s no information post, feel free to make up whatever details you like!]
You 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 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.
Welcome to the Unfinished Library
Coffee Corner
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 very weak coffee, a pot of very strong tea, mismatched creamers and sugar packets, and assorted cheap boxed shortbread cookies alongside small paper plates and cups. (For some reason, there also seems to be a pile of coupons for a free yacht ride.) 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 _____.” Take it off, and it will magically be replaced by a new one. It seems it’s time to mingle, or perhaps try to get anywhere but here.
There is also a phone set up on the desk, with a small sign labeling it as the “Assistants’ Line.” Give it a try, and you might get someone to talk to.
Between the Stacks
While exploring the labyrinthine sprawl of the Stacks, you find a door tucked between the towering bookshelves. Opening it, you see the impossible: a community garden, fresh produce glistening with morning dew and ripe for the picking. The open sky stretches welcomingly overhead, the warmth of an unseen sun warming the soft grass underfoot.
A large fence spans the generous perimeter of the garden. No matter how high you go, the fence follows with you. Those trying to get a peek on the other side should make a plan.
When the room is no longer in use and the door is closed, the garden will disappear; rotating out of cycle. The next time the door opens, maybe it’s a computer lab - decked out with technology from… some planet and century. Or maybe it’s a meeting room, complete with someone else’s handouts scattered across the table. Closing and reopening the door will reveal a different room each time. What's your pick?
Maker’s Meetup
There’s a cheerful, if not generic, poster on the bulletin board by the help desk, declaring:
The Maker Space in question is, for the moment, easy to find, a few nice and similarly formatted signs with arrows helping leading the way through the stacks. As promised, there are a number of machines and tools related to crafting and making things, including a table that, for some reason, just has construction paper and safety scissors.
It seems the materials for the room have been recently stocked, too; there’s a little pile of fabric (mostly scraps, but a lot of larger pieces that can be made into something without needing to piecemeal it together), some sheet metal of various sheens, and bits of wood that could be shaped into something maybe as large as a small bowl. There are also some more generic arts-and-crafts materials (on a separate table from the scissors); puff balls, popsicle sticks, pipe cleaners and other sorts of things.
There doesn’t appear to be anyone actually around to teach the use of the machines, but it can’t be that hard… right?
Transition In - Prepare for Dheekis
In the Lobby, things begin to… change.
The tiled floors have started to fuzz along the grout, the colour and texture slowly bleeding out into cool grey metal. The change continues to flow up the walls, coloured strips of lighting dividing sturdy steel segments. What few doors there are shimmer, an overlay of automated mechanisms clinging closely to them. Hydraulic pistons pump as if pushing the doors open when you approach, but alas - these doors remain sadly hand-operated.
Within a few moments, gravity in the Lobby seems to decrease. Steps are lighter; a jump turns neatly into a bounce, leaving you hanging weightless in the air for a few long moments. The furniture remaining in the lobby begins to float, as do any items that have been left loose. If it’s not nailed down, consider it airborne.
The effect spans only the space (ha) of the Lobby. Exiting to another room will bring an unceremonious return to the Library’s usual gravity, and please note: the success of your landing is not guaranteed. Please proceed cautiously.
After some time - maybe it's days, who's to say? - you begin to feel it. A pull that tugs you to the Stacks, drawing you step by step closer to the next Story to unfold.
The Difficulty with Dheekis
On the SS Covenant, things usually run pretty smoothly. Usually. Unfortunately, there was an… incident at the last stopover at the Eternis Station. One of the crew members became utterly besotted with one of the little creatures the Eturian ambassador carried them with, called dheekis, and the ambassador was more than happy to gift them one. Unfortunately, the reason they were so willing to do that is that the fluffy little creatures, somewhere between a bunny and a rodent, are very prolific breeders, and additionally can procreate asexually when there’s only one of them around. Which means that after a week in space, it was no longer possible to keep them hidden.
Since then, it has been a game of trying to capture and contain the little pests, shoving them into boxes so they’re packed tight- dheekis only stop reproducing when there is literally no more space for them. And they are trying very hard to fill up the void space on the ship; they’re under beds, in rafters, engineering nooks, forgotten corners, you name it. How long will it take to get rid of them all? Can you get rid of them all? Because if you have one dheeki, it won’t stay one for long.
[This is a free-form ‘Story’ prompt and cannot be considered canon to the game; since there’s no information post, feel free to make up whatever details you like!]
Dean Winchester | SPN
Dean blinked a few times as he took in his surroundings, realizing he wasn’t in a familiar place. The massive bookshelves seemed to stretch on forever, books with colorful spines all blending together in a dizzying way. Confusion washed over him, mixed with a weird sense of unease about how he ended up here.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he pushed himself up and looked around, trying to figure out how he’d fallen asleep surrounded by books. There was a growing feeling that he needed to get his bearings. The sign pointing to the main circulation desk stood out, almost like it was pulling him in. He felt a little strange about it but was too curious—and maybe a bit anxious—to just ignore it.
As he got closer to the desk, he spotted the figure behind it, completely focused on sorting a pile of books. The Librarian had this authoritative vibe that made Dean instinctively straighten up. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but before he could say anything, the Librarian put a finger to their lips and shushed him calmly.
“Great,” he mumbled to himself, feeling a bit embarrassed. He quickly glanced at the hallway the Librarian was pointing to. A kitchenette and a dorm room? That sounded interesting, but he couldn’t shake off the weird feeling gnawing at him. When he turned back to ask the Librarian something else, the desk was empty—only the sound of pages turning echoed around the endless shelves.
“Where am I?” he whispered, the words wandering off into the quiet space. Taking a deep breath, he tried to gather his thoughts. Exploring this Unfinished Library seemed like the only way to go, even if he had a hunch that finding answers wouldn’t be easy.
Coffee Time
Dean steps into the lobby, taking in the scene before him. He raises an eyebrow at the oddly quaint tea cart, the weak coffee and strong tea making him question the choices of whoever set this up. "Boxed shortbread cookies? Really?" he mutters to no one in particular while glancing at the curious pile of yacht coupons.
As he picks up a name tag, Dean can't help but smirk at the thought of how ridiculous it feels to wear one. “Hello, my name is Dean,” he scribbles on it, pinning it to his shirt with a hint of sarcasm. He watches as a nearby editor struggles to figure out the tea pot, face twisted in concentration. "If anyone tells Sammy about this, it will be the last thing they do."
After a quick sip of the coffee, he grimaces and decides it's not worth finishing. Instead, he looks around, curious about other attendees and their names. The sign about washing hands catches his attention. “Of course,” he thinks, “because what’s networking without a little hand hygiene?”
Next, his gaze lands on the desk with the “Assistants’ Line.” He saunters over, debating whether to pick up the phone or not. “What’s the worst that could happen?” he chuckles dryly to himself. With a deep breath, he picks up the receiver, feeling a twinge of excitement mixed with apprehension. Maybe this could lead to something interesting, or at least a break from standing awkwardly with a cookie in hand.
Welcome
So he'd taken to wandering with a little notebook in hand, taking notes- about the walls, about the people he saw, about the books he found familiar-looking on the shelves. Would they be useful? Probably not, given half of the pages were random doodles now. But the pen he'd swiped from the circulation desk was coming in handy, even as his wandering had the ghost teen back in it's vicinity again.
No Librarian in sight, so he approached, shoving the notebook and pen in the pocket of his overcoat, planning to snoop behind the desk but-
Oh someone else was there. But they looked about as bewildered as he had when he'd shown up so likely not an established employee. So Charles would just smile, lifting a hand in a little wave.
"Alright there, mate?" Asked easily as he strolled past. Was there a way around the desk if he walked? Sure. Was he going to just hop the desk instead? Absolutely. "Weird place, innit?"
Re: Welcome
“Uh, yeah, it’s definitely... different,” he replied, still trying to grasp the situation. “I’m not really sure what I’m doing here, to be honest. I just kind of... ended up.” He watched Charles hop over the desk, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. “You seem pretty comfortable, though. Do you come here often or something? I mean I've seen my share of things that come through walls, but I don't think I've ever seen someone walk straight into one. Are you okay?
Dean gestured around the vast space, noting the dim lighting and rows of books that seemed to stretch endlessly. “I was just trying to figure out if there’s any sort of pattern to this place. Like, do you know why some walls allow you to walk through them and others don’t? It’s kind of like a weird puzzle." He paused, sensing he might be rambling. “I guess I’m just curious about what makes it tick.”
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"Nah, just showed up today, only ghost far as I can tell so far," Flicking open drawers as he spoke, rummaging and finding... nothing strange. Nothing one wouldn't expect from a librarian's desk space. That pack of sharpies though, the fancy multicolor pack? Absolutely getting stuffed into a coat pocket, always useful things, markers. "Place has been pickin' folk up from all sorts of places. Met a lady looks like she stepped out of one of mum's old period dramas, a guy that looks like a big ol' armored angel but apparently isn't? That one gave me a start, let me tell you-"
Nothing in the drawers worth taking aside from the markers, so he turned his attention to the logbooks on top of the desk, flipping them open and once again. Nothing strange. Normal library minutiae.
"Oh the walls though!" Charles made a face, entirely teenage in it's annoyance, gaze flicking towards one of the offending walls in question. "So I thought at first that the walls I couldn't go through were the perimeter walls- but the walls I can and can't go through? They've been changin' with no rhyme or reason. Like the outside of the Library doesn't wanna stay around the outside where it's supposed to be, yeah?"
Coffee Time
The Victorian suit really clashed with the paper cup of tea in his hands. A wedding band was easily seen as he held the cup. "Excuse me, is your Sammy a loved one you are missing?" The voice spoke with a British accent, probably expected from how he looked. Yet, he did look concerned as he waited to see if the gruff one answered.
Dean certainly looked strange to him but in a way reminded him of Quincey. Maybe that was why he even spoke up.
Re: Coffee Time
As Dean stood there, eyeing the man in front of him, a mix of curiosity and intrigue washed over him. Alistair was an unusual sight—his snow-white hair was striking enough to draw attention, and his sharp blue eyes held a depth that suggested a wealth of experience, despite his young age. There was something distinctly timeless about him, as if he had walked out of another era, and Dean couldn’t help but wonder what stories lay behind that concerned expression.
"Since this is the sharing circle," Dean said with a grin. "Where did you drop in from. Fancy duds for a place like this."
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"Fancy duds?" He asked before seeming to grasp it and offered a slight nod. "I assure you, this is nothing fancy. Simply my day to day." He was starting to gather that many did not have their same ways. "Exeter, England, though most recently from Transylvania. And yourself, sir?" A lot of what Dean said was confusing, but he kept up as best he could.
One oddity against that fancy suit: at his side was a kukri knife in its sheath. Certainly not what one would expect with that suit and polite demeanor.