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Unfinished Library Mod & NPC Account ([personal profile] libraryassistants) wrote in [community profile] unfinishedooc2025-10-21 06:46 pm
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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!]
bashasasdemon: credit <dw user=thisisalex> (Kai [Anger])

Kaiisteron | The Rising World series

[personal profile] bashasasdemon 2025-10-21 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Welcome

To say Kai reacts badly to his arrival is only a suitable description for those who don't know him- for anyone who would, it is an understatement at best. He goes from waking to hyper alert in a matter of seconds, entire body tense as he takes in his new surroundings. The fact that he wakes up surrounded by books, of all things, is perhaps the only thing that stops him from simply launching himself forward to try and claw his way out. Not out of any particular reverence for books. Mostly just sheer confusion.

That will only last for so long, however, and should anyone come across him in the stacks he rounds on them in an instant, hands in fists by his sides and clearly just holding himself back, not clear who his enemy is and deeply unsettled by it. "Where am I?" he growls, and when he's close it's impossible to not notice that his eyes are pitch black.

Coffee Corner

The first thing Kai did on noticing his nametag was rip it off. That was also the second thing he did, when it reappeared. The third time he got smart and only ripped off the bottom half, leaving "Kaiisteron" visible. If there is anyone from the Rising World who doesn't know who he is, that at least is a better attempt at obscuring his identity that having his entire title just on his chest for everyone to see.

By this point he's affixed his veil to his face, though he quickly notices that that isn't the norm. It's better than having everyone question his eyes, at least, so he's not budging on that front. He's trying to stay away from people, but eventually a mix of curiosity and thirst convinces him to try the tea. He regrets is instantly.

"Did they steep the leaves for an hour?" he asks, grimacing and immediately trying to figure out how to make it, somehow, more tolerable.

Between the Stacks

Kai is climbing the fence.

It doesn't take a genius to notice that it is climbing with him, and it's an odd sight from down below, the man seemingly crawling higher and higher and he should be getting closer by never does, some sort of horrible mix of an optical illusion and some other terrifying possibility. He's a stubborn man, though, and he's done through far worse to escape prisons (yes, plural) than climb a fence that doesn't want to end.

If you're watching him climb, you'll be there for a while. He has quite a lot of stamina it seems and he is going to see if there's a limit to this, however long it takes him. But eventually, he's forced to slide back down, falling a few feet off the ground and landing with a thud on his back. "Fuck," he says emphatically, glaring at the fence like that would set fire to it. ...Maybe setting fire to it is the next step.

[ooc: Kai is from a (reasonably early) point in Queen Demon, but because of the way the books work there is the potential for spoilers for the whole book. Please let me know if you'd like me to avoid them!]
Edited 2025-10-21 23:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2025-10-21 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Important question...is it possible to deface the name tags so no one can read the name?
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[personal profile] ugh_emotions 2025-10-21 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome, thank you!
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Jing Yuan | Honkai: Star Rail |

[personal profile] liongeneral 2025-10-21 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A - The Stacks
[As a chronic sleepy bitch he's fallen asleep in many unusual places and awoken in them as well. But he's never come to in a place so incredibly fascinating. Books stacked sky high all around his person. It's very tempting to look through all these volumes but, for the moment, it's best to not let one's curiosity run away with them. He should probably figure out where he is and how to return to the Loufu.

After attempting to speak with the librarian of this place he is left to continue forward. If she was a little shorter such a demeanor would remind him of a certain Diviner. As it is...

He at least reaches equally confused individuals. Ah. So he's in good company then.]


Greetings. [He begins with a friendly raise of the hand.] You look as lost as I am which I appreciate in these strange circumstances.

B - Tea Time
[Lost though he may be there are at least refreshments. Tea would certainly be well placed and if the scent of it is anything to go by it's going to be quite strong.

A small sip confirms this. Well, it seems like the occasion does call for it. He's just going to sweeten it up a little bit...

One sugar pack... two sugar packs... three sugar packs... hm... a fourth sugar pack. Yes.]


C - Community Garden
[His exploration in this strange place is put on a brief hold by the sight of a lovely little garden. Fresh and well tended to little plants on full display. How delightful.

Jing Yuan leans over some of the young starters, running a thumb along the damp leaves with a keen eye.][Good to know that if he's stuck here at least he'll still have his hobbies. The General moves down the line giving each plant a look over and seeing if he can recognize all of them or if there's any native to the Xianzhou that he might recognize.]


Do you think they'd mind over much if we did any harvesting? Some of these are ready and I'd hate for them to fall to the ground and bruise.

[He asks his fellow gardening enthusiast.]

D - Pest? You mean pet
[Being from a constant on the move spaceship himself he knows the dangers of foreign entities and the damage they can do to your vessel. There are all sorts of laws and regulations and standards that the Xianzhou Loufu and other Xianzhou ships go through to make sure nothing dangerous to the people or the ship gets on board.

But look at these fuzzy little guys!

Being the animal whisperer he is Jing Yuan has acquired one of these so called Dheekis. It's just so terribly adorable. Of course, after a couple days you can find these little guys everywhere now. And the one he has coaxed out from under his bed has now become... hmm, four, it seems.

And you will absolutely find Jing Yuan feeding one of them in the kitchenette at the usual meal hours. Yes, these little critters are everywhere at this point but he's grown quite fond of his.
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tea time;

[personal profile] loong 2025-10-21 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that is far too much sugar, jing yuan. from behind him, the general will hear a soft huff, and the thump of a serpentine tail against the floor, displeased. ]

What are you doing to that poor cup of tea?

[ dan feng steps forward, leaning forward to inspect the cart. wtf this is all terrible. ]
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Coffee Corner

[personal profile] markingnight 2025-10-21 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Truly intolerable, [ agreed his neighbor, whose name tag announced him to be 'Ironeye'. He was lounged in a chair, one leg crossed over the knee and sipping at the tea anyway. His mask and a cloak of green scale obscured most of his face and draped over the back of his seat.

He looked right at home. ]


There's some sugar, too, if you like.
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thanatos | hades

[personal profile] tsunatos 2025-10-22 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Welcome to the Library
All things considered, a library isn't the worst place for Thanatos to wake up. The problem is that he shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place. He has work to do; an endless, demanding, time-sensitive list of work. But here he is, apparently having slept the day away … and apparently having shifted himself to a library.

Great. Just great.

Sighing, Thanatos straightens his clothes and gathers his power, intending to shift back to the House of Hades. Instead, he finds himself face-to-face with the Librarian.

"… What is this?" he asks, only to immediately find himself shushed. Started (and offended, honestly!), he turns to the person next to him. "Where are we?"

Coffee Corner
Hello, my name is DEATH.

So declares the name tag on Thanatos' robe. So declared the one he peeled off before it, too. And the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that…

Spotting someone reading the name tag, he pointedly says, "It's Thanatos. Death is what I am, not my name."

One would think a library would get it right!

Maker's Meetup
Thanatos is seated at a table that is too small for him, his knees forced awkwardly to the side. In front of him is a pile of crafting supplies: scraps of fabric, puff balls, buttons, sewing materials, and other such things. The supplies are neatly sorted by kind, shape, and size. (Probably excessively so.)

Exactly what Thanatos is doing with them isn't immediately clear. Watch a while, however, and it may become apparent that he's working to shape them into a small stuffed creature. Is it a mouse? A rat? A cute combination of both?

Looking up, he spots someone watching. He immediately hides his work in his hands, slightly embarrassed.

"What?"

Wildcard

( ooc: come at me with something else! will match prose or brackets )
bashasasdemon: (Kai [Taken aback])

[personal profile] bashasasdemon 2025-10-22 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Kai has already dumped at least two of the little cartons of creamer (seriously, why are they so small? And how did the milk even get in these things???) in an attempt to dull the burnt taste of tea leaves. He glances over at the man in the chair- not that it's easy to see, with the veil covering his eyes- before back at the table.]

Is that what these are?

[He's never seen such packaging in his life. It seems ridiculous and pointless, honestly. But he will be ripping open one to dump its contents in the mixture.]
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[personal profile] flantastic 2025-10-22 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
If a character's got special dietary needs/would consider things that are not pastries to be appropriate for a coffee cart, would they find that in the coffee corner?

can he eat a rock is what I'm saying
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dan feng | honkai: star rail

[personal profile] loong 2025-10-22 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
welcome;

[ hmm. the librarian has disappeared.

standing tall in front of the main desk is a curious looking man, regal and elegant in white silks, his long sleeves decorated with a crane motif - but what is most curious of all is that upon his head sits a crown of branched horns like seaglass, and behind him slithers a long, serpentine tail bearing a furry crest and a tuft at the tip. some may recognize these features as draconic, if they are familiar.

but that is irrelevant. most notable of all is his deep frown as he crosses his arms, staring hard at the desk as if willing the librarian to reappear. it does not work. instead, his eyes flicker toward you. ]


You there. What is this place?


coffee and tea;

[ gods, and he thought being plucked from his comfortable bed had been the worst part of all of this.. clearly, the aeons are choosing to torment him with this terrible tea.

holding a cup, dan feng frowns down at the offending liquid, lifting it to his nose to inhale its scent. ugh. his nose wrinkles in disdain, and he sets the cup aside with a heavy sigh. no tea is better than horrible tea. he's also got to deal with this tacky name tag stuck to his lovely clothing? he's being tortured, clearly.

a light hmph, and dan feng's tail lashes behind him like an agitated cat's might. ]


Atrocious. Tea should not be prepared by those who do not know how to treat it with respect.


garden;

[ well, at least the garden is nice. nice enough, at least. mostly dan feng just enjoys the fresh air. this garden is more functional than it is beautiful, but even still, there is a sense of freedom that he can appreciate. the lack of walls is comforting.

dan feng is sitting in the grass, cross-legged and comfortable with his eyes closed and his energy still. he's meditating in silence.

don't bother him!! ]



wildcard;

[ come at me with whatever you like! will match brackets or prose. ]
Edited 2025-10-22 00:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] liongeneral 2025-10-22 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound of that voice is like ice through his veins. He last heard it nearly seven hundred years ago...]

Same old gē gē... Always finding a reason to scold.

[His words come out remarkably calm, perhaps because he has not turned to look at a literal ghost from his past.]

I prefer a touch of sweetness over bitter and am only balancing the drink to make up for the strong flavor.
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[personal profile] loong 2025-10-22 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ dan feng, meanwhile, does not seem at all surprised to see jing yuan grown, and speaks to him as if no time has passed at all. ]

That is far more than a touch, Ah Yuan, but I suppose that you can be forgiven. This tea looks absolutely abysmal.

[ whatever he needs to do in order to make it palatable.. is fair, he supposes, but dan feng would simply rather not drink it at all. ]

I will not be indulging.
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jayce talis / arcane

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-10-22 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
+ welcome / coffee corner
[ Jayce’s hands are shaking.

In his chest, his heart is racing, hasn’t slowed since his eyes opened. Jayce, admittedly, was in a near-panic state by the time he’d found the Librarian and anyone close enough to the desk might have heard him get unceremoniously shushed four or five times before he finally looked towards where they had been pointing.

Now, he’s standing off the to the side, holding one of the cups in his hands just to feel the warmth but he hasn’t had any of the tea since trying it and nearly gagging from how bitter and over-steeped it is. His name tag is neat, untouched, bearing his full name — Jayce Talis — but he hasn’t even noticed it yet.

He’s so bad at small talk, but on seeing someone else, he greets them with a half-wave.
]

+ between the stacks (meeting room)
[ Lost, Jayce turns another corner in the stacks, grumbling under his breath to see the Stacks continuing to stretch out in front of him. He’d turned back on himself the second he noticed something was off, only to not find the opening he’d walked into. Since then, he’s tried taking only right turns, then only left, and he’s come to just picking at random, or as random as he can.

Left, left, right, left, right, right, left.

It feels like a weight’s lifted off his shoulders the second he sees the door, pulling it open and stumbling into a meeting room. It reminds him of the council rooms, or the office he’d started inhabiting in his time away from the lab, his third (fourth?) home that he saw more of than the inside of his own apartment more often than not. It looks almost as if someone had gotten up right in the middle of a meeting, papers scattered everywhere and notes written on the board in the back, a word half-finished.

Jayce approaches the table, resting his hand on the wood and leaning over to read the sheet of paper closest to him. He has no idea what computational biology is, but it sounds fascinating. So much so that he ends up sitting in one of the chairs, collecting as many papers as he can, and reading through them.
]

Are these yours, [ he asks, looking up as he hears the door open. ]

+ maker's meet up
[ Honestly, there’s something cathartic about sitting down at the table at the end and cutting random shapes out of construction paper. Jayce was curious about the 3D printer, had run his fingers over the woodworking tools, but the seat he takes is at the far end with a pair of bright, plastic scissors and thick paper that cuts terribly.

It’s nostalgic and reminds him of being a kid again, always given the dull scissors because those were the left-handed ones and taking years just to complete the project he was supposed to be working on. Jayce had gotten good at it, but he doesn’t really care about it now.

Right now, this was keeping him calm, giving him time to think and something else to focus on. As he cuts along the lines for the triangle, his brow furrows in concentration, and he doesn’t look up at the sound of footsteps or voices, too focused on what he’s doing to notice. It’s only when the light’s blocked out that he realizes he’s not alone.
] Hey, uh. Can you move maybe a foot to the right?

+ wildcard
(( want something else, or got an idea? toss it at me! will match prose or brackets! ))
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reiner braun | attack on titan + crau

[personal profile] nohero 2025-10-22 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Coffee Corner
Reiner is chugging coffee like he hasn't seen it in years.

The coffee is objectively terrible. Too weak by far. He can't even feel a kick of caffeine, even on his third (fourth? fifth?) cup. But while it hasn't been years (plural), it has been well over a year (singular) since he drank any.

And, well. He's pretty fucking desperate right now.

After finishing his latest cup, he turns to the nearest person and says, "It's terrible, huh?"

Not that that's stopping him from pouring yet another cup…

Between the Stacks
Reiner stands barefoot in the garden grass, his head tilted back, silently soaking in the warm air. How long has it been since he felt this kind of warmth? How long since he was able to enjoy it? Years, at least. How many? Five? Six? Since Paradis?

He opens his eyes, then shrugs out of the long winter coat he's wearing, laying it on the ground beside his boots. Then he takes a seat and just. Stretches out. Basking in the warmth of a sun he can't see.

Is it weird that he can't see the sun? Maybe. Is he gonna let that stop him after the past however-long spent in a cold, dark landscape? Nope.

We're the Same
At some point, Reiner stops indulging himself and starts to search in earnest. Not for an exit, or an answer, or even a better cup of coffee. He approaches anyone and everyone, reeling off the same rehearsed line:

"Excuse me. I'm looking for someone named Eren. He's tall, with long brown hair and green eyes. Have you seen anyone like that?"

It doesn't matter how many people he asks; he never seems to tire. Never seems anything but utterly determined as he continues his hunt for this "Eren" person.

Transition In
Reiner is hovering in midair, completely stuck. He's too far away from anything to be able to push off and move. And if he has any momentum at all, it's totally imperceptible.

How long has he been hanging there? Long enough that he looks a little desperate when he makes eye contact.

"Can you help me? I just need a push or … or something."

Not that he has any experience with hovering. Help!

Wildcard

( ooc: come at me with something else! will match prose or brackets )
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coffee corner

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-10-22 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"What?"

It's not that Jayce didn't hear them, but the declaration just sort of hits him and then slips out of his brain like water sliding off grease, refusing to stick. His eyes drop down to the name tag, then to the pile of discarded ones, and he nods.

"Thanatos," he repeats, looking around for a marker before he remembers the pen he's got in his pocket. "We could try writing that over... what it does say. Maybe it'll stick."

He's trying to be helpful. That has to count for something.
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Nara'a Sunvara (Warrior of Light) | Final Fantasy XIV

[personal profile] aetherweaver 2025-10-22 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Coffee Corner

Well... okay. He's at least not so disoriented anymore, but the fact that there's coffee is definitely helping. He'd prefer it to be stronger, but what can you do? Maybe he'll try the tea next. In any case he's wandering around with a nametag on. 'Hi, my name is Nara'a Sunvara'. He won't be surprised if anyone not from Eorzea can't pronounce his name... but he's relatively easygoing, so it probably won't be a problem.


Between the Stacks

Oh, he knows what to do with this! Nara'a immediately dives in to help, his botany training kicking in pretty immediately. Some of the produce he doesn't recognize, but he's familiar enough with how plants work to know which ones to pick and which ones to let sit. It's hard work, and he has a decent sized amount of produce of various kinds that he picks up and takes over to the kitchenette once he's done.

When he comes back to try again, the door opens to - not... a garden. Instead it has wall to wall displays, but they do not have the hum of anything that he's used to seeing before. He's standing in the doorway, blocking it a little - maybe he needs to be told to move?


Maker's Meetup

Now this he's more comfortable with. Some of those machines he has no idea how to use, but woodworking he can do. It really doesn't take long for him to start creating things - taking this and that and staring to make simple wooden weapons and shields and even a couple of simple wooden toys.

He's flying through the crafts like he really knows what he's doing, so if someone looks like they need instruction with the tools he will absolutely flit over and help. He needs to keep his hands busy, or else he's going to go nuts...


[[ooc; Will match prose or brackets! If you need any explanation or if you want a wildcard, grab me on Plurk at [plurk.com profile] atrypical or Discord at artematthew!]]
Edited 2025-10-22 00:47 (UTC)
bashasasdemon: (Kai [Taken aback])

coffee corner

[personal profile] bashasasdemon 2025-10-22 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh."

That's it. That's all the man in front of him says as Thanatos corrects his own nametag, and it's probably pretty clear to him why. Kai is not a god, but he is also very much not mortal- Thanatos might also be able to tell that the body he's in was dead once, but clearly isn't at the moment. He's thought about death, a lot- he fought for years in a war no one thought they see the next day of, much less win. But when people talking about meeting death he didn't pick... this.
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between the stacks

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-10-22 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
At first, Jayce was going to just walk away and let the guy try to scale the wall; if he thought he could manage it, he might have tried too. It's seeing the fence reach up into the sky that gets him to stay. Jayce is rooted to the spot by the time the man comes crashing back down, and he's so interested in the phenomenon that he doesn't react in time to do anything but wince at that curse, though he has the decency to at least look apologetic about the fact he didn't even try to help stop his fall.

"You alright?" Granted, Jayce suspects he already knows the answer to that question, because he knows what he would say if someone asks him the same one, but he asks anyway out of politeness and a lack of anything else to say.

Really, he's still thinking about the fence and if they could see what else it could do.
aetherweaver: (eh?)

Maker's Meetup

[personal profile] aetherweaver 2025-10-22 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
His first instinct is to make a bigger table, but that's a project that's a bit too complex for the moment. Instead he wanders over and takes a look at the stuffed creature - oh, no. There it goes...

"Nothing. I just thought that it looked really cute..." He smiles at the taller man and nods. "I like creating things like that too."
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[personal profile] bashasasdemon 2025-10-22 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine," Kai grumbles, pulling himself up. It is, technically, in the not immediate term, true. He definitely bruise something, possibly broke it, but he's immortal; any damage his body has taken is already healing itself.

The important part is that he's in pain. And pain can be power.

It's very easy, to twist the pain inside of him and put it to use, to fuel a fire intention that he unleashes from his hands to try and set the fence ablaze, but it's no use; the fire dies almost as soon as it hits it. With a groan, Kai flops back onto the floor.

"Less fine now," he admits. He still hurts, and now he's even more frustrated than he was before.
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[personal profile] markingnight 2025-10-22 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ At that point, one might as well simply drink the creamer. Still, he was sure it would cover most of the taste of the blackened tea. ]

That's what it tastes like. I haven't taken my chances with the biscuits just yet.

[ Odd for a man with an American accent to be calling cookies 'biscuits', but whatever. ]

Have you any idea what an 'Editor' is?