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The Central Library

Test Drive Meme

You are in The Central Library… anything can happen here. In fact, the possible can become actuality while you stay here. Things are always changing. Some for the better, some for the worst… it really all depends on one thing. You.

Take a look around, visit the worlds through the book portals, and slowly bring it back to life. The more you do, the better life will get. But be wary, not everything is a fun story and not everything is harmless. Sometimes you will have your life at stake and others you will simply have to enjoy your stay.

You can use RNG to pick a scenario below… or you can pick your own! Whatever delights your fancy and makes you feel at home within the walls of The Central Library.

1. Arrival – You wake up in the main hall. The reception desk is behind you and you know you heard someone whispering “Save us” in your ear… but where are you? The hall gleams and there are many doors amongst the shelves of books. It is rather huge and a walkway circles a second floor… where are you? Well… you might want to ask.

2. Market Place – The Central Library has turned the large conference room into an open gateway to a market place. It shifts and changes along with the Library, but food is always available to those living there as long as the portal is open. Step into a Parisian market of modern day, an open market of the Dark Ages, or even a trading post in the Old West. Go shopping, take a stroll… your imagination is your only limit.

3. Go Out to Dinner – There aren’t many places to go out to eat in The Central Library, in fact, it is best to keep food to the living quarters. But when you go through portals in events, you experience whole new worlds from every era and every place. Possibly you may sit in at the Mad Tea Party or even dine in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. You pick. You decide…


4. Non-Fiction Immersion – It’s raining. Inside. You’ll find that Non-fiction has a way of ruining your day to day life in the Library. Some book in the Non-fiction section has burst open letting out a monsoon of types that only gets worse as you get to that section. Find it, close it… or we all just might float away.

5. Fiction Invasion – Sometimes things slip through. Little things or big things. After all, monsters do hide in the dark corners and in some sections of the grand structure. But this time… the problem is small, small size that is. Pixies have invaded. They are troublesome things… they love to cause problems and make life a little miserable. You need to catch them before they steal you blind… and possibly cause you too much mischief. You may need a net… but please, try not to kill them.


6. Cleaning is Necessary – You are stuck here, you might want to make it home. Being in such disrepair, it needs a little love and care. I’m sure the janitor’s closets have some tools and no harm in trying to pick up books and shelve them. Just be careful… they are rather testy about where they go.

7. A posse ad esse – Anything is possible. This is your Wild Card. Have fun with it!

This Test Drive is Closed.  A new Test Drive will be posted soon.

Comments

The Head Librarian | All scenarios allowed

[the_head_librarian]

[OOC: I will likely respond in prose unless you ask me specifically for action brackets. I will gladly play all the scenarios, but remember he is just a guide and at this point too weak to truly help the players more than speaking with them or giving advice.]

Elrohir the son of Elrond | Tolkien Legendarium

[elrohir_elrondion]

/SLAMS INTO

[filidough]

Fili had no idea where he was.

He remembered pain and then falling. After that? There was nothing. He was fairly certain he had died but how could one be dead and wake up in a strange place that they had never seen before? And it wasn't the halls of his ancestors; no, it didn't feel right for something like that.

This was something different.

The dwarf had paused--briefly--to take a look at the front desk but he was wary and didn't dare draw to close to it. Instead he backed up then turned to head towards the outer hallways, wanting to get someplace with more cover in case this was a trap of some sort.

Owen Grady | Jurassic World

[theraptorsquad]

Okay. He was in a library. That much Owen had been able to put together. It was all the weird stuff that he'd started to discover that he couldn't really figure out.

Like the weird little creatures that were causing all sorts of problems in the fiction section.

He had been wandering around the library, trying to figure out what to do now that he was stuck here instead of back at the park taking care of the issues going on, when a few of the little things had slammed into the back of his head. A pained nose escaped him and he turned around quickly, ready to snap at whoever was responsible when he found himself staring at some odd little...fair tale..things.

"What in the hell.." Before he could really make sense of it they were off, zipping about the section and knocking more books off the shelves. "Hey! Little shits!" Owen manages to duck as another comes zipping at him, the trainer immediately ducking around a shelf to avoid getting pelted.

I love that you picked fairies for him... I really do.

[the_head_librarian]

When he wasn't resting, he tended to walk soundlessly among the shelves, a feeling of pain in his chest. Each book whispered a new sort of pain and reached out to him when he walked by. In fact, he had each of the pixie's that hovered in the Library stop and acknowledge him. But they fled as quickly as they appeared. They enjoyed this freedom to tease those around them and cause their own breed of mayhem.

What he did not expect was the sound of sharp cursing not far from here. Coming around the corner, he regarded the man with a slight feeling of amusement. "You realize... if you taunt them, they will get more excited." And they will progress from running into him to likely playing practical jokes on him.

Captain Steve Rogers | MCU (post AoU)

[like_a_gerbil]

Just because Steve had spent days slogging through rain and mud didn't mean he liked getting soaked through. Especially when it was raining indoors The Cat - a talking cat... still not the weirdest thing he's ever seen - had told him to find a book before the whole library got flooded.

So far the puddles weren't too deep but the Cat hadn't looked too happy, hissing and pointing toward the area where books on weather should be. Find the right book, close it... That shouldn't be too hard.

Angling his shield over his head to try to protect himself from the wind and rain, Steve moved deeper into the library, hoping that he found it before everyone had to take up swimming.

Tony says you are always picking the nasty ones Steve....

[legacyofiron]

Why did Steve always have to play hero? There were so many things WRONG with trudging off in the middle of some weird tropical storm and just.... come on. Standing in water when there was lightning indoors? Not that he wanted to drown from doing nothing... but seriously? This place made all of his logic null and void. He hated it.

About as much as he hated wading through water trying to catch up to a super soldier. "Rogers... do you really think this is a good plan? Just running into the storm and... I don't know, hoping to find the problem?"

Logic told him that you had to get the epicenter of the storm. That meant to the worst part of the library and the currents would be stronger the closer they got. "We need to veer more that way..." He pointed to where the winds seemed to be the strongest and the direction the water seemed to push mostly from.

Kili son of Durin | The Hobbit Movies

[runestone_promise]

((ooc: Very new muse. Please forgive any mistakes))

This was not something that Kili had seen before. Tiny little things that moved almost too quickly for him to track, shimmering wings dazzling while high pitched laughter taunted him. If it did not seem wrong to injure something so small, he might be tempted to do more than try to trap the things.

He had searched one of the closets and found a bucket. It would not be the best trap for one of the annoying pixies but at least it should not harm it. Creeping up behind one of the creatures, Kili was about to drop the bucket over it when another pixie grabbed his hair and yanked. Muttering a curse, he swung around to swat the thing away only to have the other pixie swoop down toward his nose.

The annoying little monsters seemed to think that chase the dwarf was a wonderful game until Kili tripped over the remains of a broken bookshelf and landed sprawling. A fit of grated his ears while the bobbed above him, chittering excitedly as Kili slowly untangled himself from the splintered wood.

/LOVES ALL OVER

[filidough]

It had been the chittering laughter that had caught Fili's attention first. He'd been wandering through the library, still trying to figure out what exactly this odd place was and why he was there. There had been quite a few odd things that happened but he was trying not to let it bother him too much, something unnerving about the oddities.

Was it magic? Or something else?

He followed the sound of the laughter, rounding a corner and coming face to face with..well..a familiar face.

"Kili!" The pixies were ignored for the moment, Fili giving them a wave to get them away from the other as he moved over to haul his brother to his feet, relief flooding him at the sight of the other dwarf. "Brother I had no idea you were here as well!"

The Cat | Non Fiction Librarian

[enlightenedfeline]

[The Cat is available for all scenarios and to 'help' everyone with whatever problems they may have. Yes, he does talk. Yes, he is unimpressed with humans.]

Evelyn Carnahan | The Mummy | *Cleaning is Necessary*

[evelyn_carnahan]

"Could be worse, I suppose."

Evie ran a finger down the spine of a particularly ancient looking volume of poetry. It was so worn that she could barely read the gilded letters pressed into it. She puzzled away until she could find the proper spot for it and then began to eye the stacks for it's rightful place.

"Oh dear."

A high shelf. She had rather a bad time with them before, a few times actually. She hadn't wanted to come back to doing this sort of work after her adventures in the tombs. Though, truthfully, what could compare after seeing a living mummy, curses, possessed servants, deadly scarabs and all the treasure of the ages?

Certainly not book return.

But what needed doing, needed doing. So with spectacles perched on the tip of her nose she began the climb up the ladder to help the book find it's proper home. A slight wobble in the ladder caused a book to fall from it's place, a book by one Edgar Allen Poe, a book which opened on it's way down. A book filled with ghosts, ravens, gold bugs and deathwatch beetles.

[enlightenedfeline]

The black cat that twined around the ladder was not the one made famous by that particular author. The Cat was whole and purring in approval, or had been until the book had dropped from above. Hissing, he hopped away, evading the spirits and pouncing upon the Raven before shoving it back into the book. The other fictitious things that skittered about managed to evade his searching paws.

Sighing, he stepped away from the ladder - it was impolite to look up a lady's skirts even if such things did not concern Cats - looking up at Evelyn. A beetle crept along the edge of a shelf and for a moment the Cat considered whether or not it would give him indigestion before turning his attention back to the woman. "Please do not drop any more volumes. The next time something more distasteful might escape."

Elrond | Tolkien's Legendarium

[loveathousandyearsgone]

1.
'Save us' the whisper was what first indicated he wasn't where he'd been minutes ago. Elrond looked around, tense and ready to fight as he'd been minutes before. Gil-galad had just sent for him, and now...

Where was he? He still had his armor, at least, a small consolation in the field of problems. And asking only got him a few answers. A library. The elf chose an aisle and started walking, grey eyes narrowed warily as he did.

Wildcard - make your own starter! Elrond's from fairly early on during the Last Alliance (aka before he's married~).

He will be so sad if Elrond doesn't know him T_T

[elrohir_elrondion]

Elrohir had been there for a short time already. If he had always through magic and his endless life had been something of greatness, this place blew the limits of his understanding. Though, he felt rather alone with none of his kin and felt the lack of his brother at his side more each day. Further still, he missed his father dreadfully so...

Returning through the doors to the fiction wing, he was heading to the small living areas after slaying some strange large rat creatures only to stop as he closed the door. Staring with wide eyes, he blinked a few times.

"Ada?" He took a few steps closer, stopping as his mind realized the elder wore the armor of the last Alliance... an armor Elrond seldom wore these days.

Barry Allen l The Flash l

[give_me_a_museum]

1.

Barry woke quickly and looked around. "Okay when I jumped into a time storm I did not expect to get dropped into a library." Pulling his cowl down, Barry sped from one end of the room to the other trying to figure out where the heck he was. "At least it's a cool looking library at any rate."

Greetings!

[the_head_librarian]

He stood on the upper walkway, watching the new arrival silently from above. His head tilted at the sight of him and that speed. It was truly a gift that could be very useful if dangerous used wrongly in the Library itself.

"Welcome to the Central Library, Mr. Allen." His voice was calm, and where quiet, it carried easily in the large main hall.

Howard P. Lovecraft | Necronomicon: Book of the Dead | Option 4

[cthulhu_ficcer]

The library is, for the most part (aside from some odd experiences), the closest thing to heaven that Lovecraft can envision. Even still, things can happen to prove the place a bit less heavenly.

He's gone into the non-fiction section, doing a little research on hallucinogenic plants, when he hears a loud thunk off to his left. He glances over to see a book has fallen off an upper shelf, dropping spine down so that the pages have fanned open. He reaches to pick it up, intending to replace it on the shelf, when of a sudden, a vine slithers out from between the pages, wrapping its tip around his wrist.

"What the devil...?" he says, trying to pry at the plant with his free hand. But another tendril slides out from between the covers and grabs his wrist...

[enlightenedfeline]

So many patrons were drawn to his section. The Cat couldn't help feeling a smug curl of pride over that. Human curiosity pushing the limits of knowledge... it was something that the Cat always encouraged. Or did until accidents happened.

That was the only thing that this could be. The study of plants might cause Howard to wander into more dangerous territory but those particular vines were more trouble than they were worth. The only hallucinations that might be caused by that variety would be the result of lack of oxygen if they wrapped around Howard's throat.

Running along the aisle, the Cat slid to a stop, hissing violently at the book and the vines escaping from its pages. The plant continues its assault until the Cat swipes sharp claws at the greenery. "All of you spend too much time considering the underworld and not enough time watching your surroundings!"

Celebrían | Tolkien (Last Alliance canon point)

[silvergift]

[1]

[She can't recall having ever gone to sleep before she woke here. Not even a dream lingers as she wakes and looks around, a whisper catching her attention and drawing her to her feet, nearly tripping on her own skirts and hair falling in front of her face and blinding her for a moment.]

Hello! [There's a quiver in her voice but she looks around and recognizes that it's a library. Not like the one in Imladris but she can recognize it.]

Is anyone there?

[6]

[Celebrían hates how messy and disorganized the library is. She's not Erestor or Elrond who spend so much time in the library but she enjoys books enough that she can't leave them or the messes.

So she gathers books left out and finds a place to set them as she wipes down shelves and then starts setting them back in place.]

[Wildcard]

[Anything you like!]

Poor thing has parents that don't know him...

[elrohir_elrondion]

[Elrohir still has not come to terms. Not really... how did one exist in the same place as his beloved parents and not have them even know his name? Still, better to have them there than not at all.

Which was why, he moved to help her by catching the books from her arm. He smiled at her gently.] Allow me?

Thranduil | Tolkien > Doriath era

[seenthefire]

1.

This was not Doriath.

The grand all was nothing like he had ever seen in Menegroth before and the elf looked around with wide eyes. He had always wished to venture outside the Girdle of Melian- to see outside the barriers of their kingdom and he had always wistfully looked at the barrier since his father would never allow him to venture outside.

But now he found himself in a strange land, alone. There was no sign of anyone he knew but Thranduil gathered his strength- he would not allow himself to show weakness even in such a situation.

4.

The rain doesn't seem to be stopping. There is the sound of splashing as he ran down the aisles, wondering if there was anywhere that was remotely dry. He was soaked in a matter of moments but the cold didn't bother him as he attempted to find any kind of shelter from the storm which was inside.

That was odd.

He wasn't watching were he was going as he splashing around another book case, nearly slipping in the process.

1.

[loveathousandyearsgone]

A familiar face. Elrond breathed a sigh of relief and stepped along quickly. "Lord Thranduil," he greeted with a barely controlled smile, though he spoke just loud enough for it to carry to the other elf's ears.

But there was something different about him, he didn't wear the armor he'd seen him in last, nor anything he could remember him wearing. So his steps slowed as he looked at him.

Lavi | D.Gray-man | 6

[neverforgets]

[ So the redhead with the eyepatch arrived pretty beaten up and bloodied and possibly with a concussion -- but what does it matter when there are so many books?! He can't possibly read all of them, but that doesn't mean he doesn't intend to try.

But the state of the library is heartbreaking, so Lavi takes on the task of helping to clean up as best he can. In between getting distracted by a beautifully bound tome here and there. And what's the most fascinating is that some of the books... respond to him.

Like right now, when he's trying to put a book on ornithology in with other books on birds and the pages are fluttering in protest. This has happened with other books, and each time Lavi just stares in wonder. He rests the book in one hand and pets the spine. ]

Not where you go, huh? Wonder why.

...i am sorry?

[argentuum]

[ Prompto has no fucking clue where he is right now. None. Zero. His phone doesn't work, his friends are no where to be found, and there is no internet. Needless to say, the gunner is none to impressed.

Oh, and there are books everywhere. And not even useful books! Like... weird ones. About fairy tales. Or types of plants. Not a damn atlas or road map to be found (not that the blond would be well off to find one of those anyway, he was fairly sure he wasn't anywhere near Insomnia, or even Lucius for that matter.

The blond had taken to wandering around the mess of a place (he was pretty sure it was a library, I mean, sure where he was from books were digital, but he had heard, okay), occasionally dodging down aisles and picking up books at random, but so far, he had yet to stumble upon anything useful.

Until he turns a corner and is met with red hair and--

Wait.

Is he... talking to a book?

The blond raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, scratching his noise lightly as he walks up to the other, blue eyes darting between the male and the book in his hands. ]

Uh, are ya that starved for conversation, or....?

Bob the Skull l the Dresden Files l

[harrys_skull]

[A skull has appeared on one of the low shelves in the main part of the library. just your standard human skull. But this skull has odd runes covering every square inch of its surface. Just your average normal rune covered skull....well unless you poke it. So please poke the skull and see what happens. You know you want to.]

Re: Bob the Skull l the Dresden Files l

[cthulhu_ficcer]

[Lovecraft might have been looking for esoterica -- books, mind you -- when he comes upon some esoterica of a completely different form. He might reach out and turn the skull carefully, examining the runes and trying to make sense of them...]

Alec Lightwood | The Mortal Instruments (Combo of 5 & 6)

[alec_lightwood]

Libraries had always been a kind of refuge for Alec. It had been the one room in the Institute that he could go where he usually when he needed time alone or to study the strange little details that no one else seemed interested in. Once he'd moved in with Magnus, the amount of books available had dwindled - he would not allow Magnus to conjure up books for him - but they still offered their own type of comfort and fascination.

Which was one of the reasons he didn't mind being caught up in a magic library, shelving books and trying to put things in order. Occasionally, he'd find some volume that looked interesting, leaning against one of the shelves and thumbing through the book, reading a chapter before putting the book away. Eventually the shelving stopped and Alec hopped up on one of the tables - he hadn't found any solid-looking chairs nearby - and started reading, not noticing that some of the pixies had gotten loose in this area of the Library.

[magnus_bane]

Where he didn't mind libraries, this one had him unnerved. In fact, he hated how it felt like his magic didn't seem to want to come to his fingertips for more than simple parlor tricks or things that really inspired no awe whatsoever. It felt like being smothered in a wet blanket. The thought was both unnerving and humiliating.

It made him stir crazy enough to wander the shelves as Alec seemed to busy himself cozying up to the books. Truly, Alexander was adorable with books, but right now he felt like a caged large cat pacing the bars.

That is... until the pixies showed up. At first he eyed them warily, but ended up talking to them. Which really ended up in them getting into his hair. What had been a lovely sheen of perfected iridescent glitter in his hair turned into a mess of rainbow colors perfectly striped through his hair as the little pixies giggled in delight.

He might have gotten angry, but he had to admit... the shine and colors were quite lovely. Poking his head around to look at Alec, he arched a brow. "Do you think the pixies live here?" Until he realized they were heading straight for his boyfriend... and Magnus wasn't so sure Alec would enjoy rainbow colored hair nearly as much as he did.

Ecthelion | Tolkien

[silverwaters]

3.
Walking through a portal to see so many options rather than what Ecthelion had been so accustomed to was a mixture of thrilling and an ache that had started in his heart that just grew. There was nothing of Gondolin in the Library, beyond books in and of themselves. Yes, there were a few from Arda here, and being near them helped. But only so much.

Sometimes the elf had to be dragged out, tugged away from what duty he'd taken upon himself in making repairs to their temporary home.

6.
Injured or not, once he'd rested and bound his wounds, Ecthelion set to work. Whispers were all around, but the elf kept working. Tucked books out of the way as he rebuilt shelves, a makeshift weapon tucked close with a sash he'd made. He had to rest more, he knew, but he grew restless and found himself right back on his feet more often than not.

The attack even that morning, if days could be counted, had proven why he needed a way to defend himself and others around him. So many things that he'd never thought possible, yet were fact here.

7. Have at it! Make your own adventure.

3.

[twicelived]

It had been such a happy reunion to be reunited with Ecthelion once more. Even though thousands of years had passed since they had seen each other, it didn't change how Glorfindel felt. Whatever this place was, it had returned Ecthelion to him so he couldn't entirely hate it.

"Come on, you've been working all day on rebuilding," Glorfindal finally got bored of watching- after trying to help and failing- Ecthelion work. "I'm feeling a little bit hungry- what about you?" he asked as he looked over at him. Elves normally didn't need a lot to eat but he felt like something in that moment.

Abraham Lincoln | Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (Books) | OTA

[honest_axe]

[A: Arrival]
It can't be said that he doesn't like a good book now and again, but this place? It's ridiculous. It doesn't feel right, and honestly, all the wars he has pushed himself through, you would think he was ready for the weird and undesirable side adventures. But here he was, standing in a WWII uniform, bullet holes strewn into the clothing, yet the man stood perfectly fine, as if they hadn't hit him.

Abraham is a tall man, standing at 6 foot 4 inches tall, the shoes only helping by a half an inch taller then that. Pulling his helmet off he stood in a main hall way, confused and unsure. One moment in time he was on a battle field, the next he was here. Or he thought that was how it worked. He doesn't remember falling asleep, but here he wakes, lost in a place he didn't know. It was clearly bigger then the white house library, that was for sure.

Whispers in his ear, to save someone, put him on edge, turning to look around, walking to the head desk and frowning as he sits the helmet down. "Hello?"

[B: Non-Fiction Immersion]
He was in books. He was in several books. Non-Fiction. Historical documents. So on. He knows he was, as he's read some of them. As he's checked them out in mild disgust at how off they were at some aspects of his life, and how spot on others were. How they sullied the name of his beautiful wife, or completely forgot the name of one of his children, or only focused on the death of Willy.

He hated Non-fiction now. Oh he used to love it, but now-a-days it wasn't something he cared too much for. This place? It's not helping. The fact that it's raining inside was weird, but he pushed through to the edge of the storm, shading his eyes to try to look into it. "This can't be real..." And yet he knows vampires. He IS one. He knows when things are outlandish and still can be real. This seemed so real. His feet were getting wet as water started to splash out of this hall and towards him.

A book. It was because of a book. Open, no doubt. He didn't care who else was around, though there might be someone in the storm of a book too... but he pushed on, headed into the storm to see if he could reach the center. TO try to close the book.

Arrival

[like_a_gerbil]

((ooc: fourthwalling is totally okay if an incarnation of Steve is in Abraham's world))

Although the uniform is the modern incarnation, beneath the body armor and the red, white, and blue is a soldier from WWII. No many years had passed or how impossible it might be, Steve would always recognize a uniform from that era... and hope that maybe the person wearing it was someone from the Howling Commandos.

At first, he thinks Bucky but it can't be. This soldier was too tall to be Buck but there's still a pang of loss when Steve realizes it can't be his best friend. There hadn't been anyone in the Commandos that had been close to Steve's height so those possibilities are quickly dismissed.

Still... someone from the war, someone with a tie to his past...

Pushing back his cowl, he heads for the man, his shield still attached to the gauntlet on his arm, scrubbing his free hand through his hair in an attempt to get it to lay flat. "Hello. Welcome to the Library." There's a hint of dry humor in his voice as he mentioned the Library. "Not the most original name for the place, but that's what everyone's been told it's called."

Noonian Soong - Star Trek TNG Novel Canon

[postorganic]

[ Scenario 4 ]

If he were still human, he'd be absolutely livid. Not that he isn't still angry. Some supernatural force saw fit to pull him from his work, his world, so he could play librarian for some dusty, archaic, and useless collection of books? And of course they couldn't be persuaded to see logic. The informational stores in his positronic brain are far more vast than anything that could be contained in a library, no matter how magical. And do they care? Of course not.

Not so different from humanity, eh? These beings cling to their nostalgia too.

At the very least, he isn't physically uncomfortable. Not from being wet or cold anyway. It's still an annoyance though, and he'd rather not spend the rest of his time here submerged in water (not to mention, he doesn't actually plan to sit idly by while others drown).

The problem is, it is rather difficult to discern where the storm is originating. The wind patterns don't follow any logical course.

"I thought this was the non-fiction section..." He mutters to himself, as he trudges through the knee-deep water, scanning through the swirling raindrops for the source of the monsoon.

[enlightenedfeline]

Sheltered in one of the bookcases, the Cat watches their newest patron. The weather is not something that his form approves of. He might not be a true feline but he had enough of the creature's traits to dislike the wet and any being would be put off by the sheets of rain and the howling wind.

At least the battered wood offers some shelter for him since the Head Librarian would be unhappy if the Cat returned bedraggled or injured. He would also dislike it if a patron returned in a similar state but the Cat knew better than to expect caution from those who were human, or took that form.

"This is the Non-Fiction section. That is why we are having a monsoon instead of an infestation of pixies." Tail lashing, the Cat crouched low, growling softly in annoyance. "The storm can reach the power seen in the natural world, instead of the fancies that live in Fiction."

[Arrival]

[iamthelibrarian]

[Flynn had felt her hand in his, honest he had. Well he thought he did. ]

Not what I was expecting but okay? There's another move right? There's always another move.... This is just another.... what?

Huh? Books. Am I in the Library?

[enlightenedfeline]

[This patron is one that the Cat might actually admire, depending on his reaction to the Cat's form. Some of their recent visitors had been a bit unnerved by the Non-Fiction Librarian being feline. Or, more correctly, some did not appreciate that a being could look like a cat and still speak.]

You are in the Library but not the one you refer to.

[Slinking out of the shadows, the Cat leaps onto a table so that he's at a better height to address Flynn.]

This place bears some similarities to your home, but we do not have the sort of artifacts that your library boasts.

Trever Daly | OC

[reincarnshaman]

5.

No one really told Veena that she shouldn't be trying to catch pixies and not harm them. The black cat is hopping and teleporting around while swatting gleefully at them. Then again even if someone told her, she probably wouldn't listen.

Because cat.

Nearby her human is scratching out a circle in chalk on the ground and occasionally rolling his eyes at the feline. The circle is being rather harder than normal to draw because the pixies keep on smudging bits of it and making him have to start over again.

"You know," he said dryly to one of the pixies in an Irish accent, "If you don't stop this I'm going to get really annoyed and you lot don't want me to be really annoyed."

[enlightenedfeline]

Another feline...this could be intriguing even if the Cat was not exactly the same species as Veena. At least a fellow cat would be able to enjoy leaping from one shelf to another and winding among the tables and ladders the way the Cat did. A playmate with the same agility would be welcome at the Library.

Sauntering across the room toward the circle, the Cat purred faintly before swatting at a pixie that flew too close. The creature giggled as it evaded the attack, but made sure not to move within range of Cat's paws.

This wasn't his normal realm but Fiction wouldn't mind if he visited Venna and Trever. "Careful, we want them trapped and placed in the book. Harming them will have consequences that none of us want to deal with."

Cleaning + non-fiction

[kappagirl]

Nako isn't sure what exactly she's supposed to do here, but her time at Kissuiso has equipped her for cleaning... So that seems like a good place to start. And what place needs more cleaning than the flooding non-fiction section? Water is one of the few places she feels confident; she can totally handle this, right?

She just doesn't bet on the cleaning supplies fighting her every step of the way.

The buckets she's lugging to come catch rainwater strain in the other direction. "Come--on--!"

She's so absorbed in her struggle that she doesn't notice you until she nearly backs into you. Immediately she springs away, bowing her head. "I-I'm sorry!"

[the_head_librarian]

Angling his head, he watched the struggle curiously. The girl showed great desire to get to work and attempted with all her might to clean. His gaze was gentle for her struggle and he bowed his head in apology for startling her. "Forgive me for startling you."

Leaning to point to the bucket, he spoke lowly. "They know something is wrong in this part of the library. When books break open, chaos comes. The damage has to be fixed first."

Lowering the hood lightly, he crooked his fingers to the bucket until it calmed in her hands. "I am sorry, I do not think that we have met just yet. I am the Head Librarian."

Barbara Gordon | Batgirl

[batofprey]

Option 1

A library. She'd spent so much time in these growing up, that it wasn't all too shocking for her to wake up in one. God knows she'd fallen asleep in a few while cramming for finals.

Waking up in one while dressed in her Batgirl suit was an entirely different story, though. Barbara raised an eyebrow beneath her cowl and stood up, looking around, adjusting her short, scalloped cape.

"Hello?" she asked, careful to keep her voice low. She was, after all, in a library. "Is anybody around?"

Option 7

Wildcard! Throw anything you like at her.

Re: Barbara Gordon | Batgirl

[hidden_jedi]

"Hello." A man wanders into the lobby. He's wearing a leather pilot's jacket with insignia for the Galactic Republic army, a blaster and a lightsaber hanging at his belt. Other than that he looks perfectly normal. "Welcome to the Library."

[livingmyths]

Rain wasn't entirely certain where she was or how she'd gotten here, but she knew it had to be some type of library. Which could only be a Good Thing, because libraries were Good Things.

It was a sad library, though, with books every which of a way and strange voices coming from somewhere she couldn't see. It sounded like they wanted her to save them, but she didn't know how she could do that. She wasn't sure she was strong or brave or good enough to save anyone.

But she could help fix things.

She picked up a book and carefully brushed it off, giggling when its pages fluttered in her hands. "You liked that, didn't you? Now... where are you supposed to go?

:D :D :D

[hidden_jedi]

Libraries like this are strange things for Kale. After all there are actual physical books instead of electronic things. Which is terribly inefficient and a waste of trees. Still, he's giving it a go. It's not like he has much of a choice in the matter and it's not too terrible a thing.

Wandering over with a book in his hands, because he's fairly certain it's from this section - it just feels right. When he spots Rain he gives her a smile. "Hey."

Felicity Smoak|Arrow|OTA

[kittened]

[Marketplace]

Felicity had fallen asleep in the prison that she was set to die in, or so she thought. She was a silver linings kind of girl, so maybe just maybe this was her silver lining. She looked around when she stepped through the doorway.

It looked like a market. Not one that Felicity had ever seen however.

"Just how much is one girl supposed to take?"

[Option 7] She's open to all options.

Re: Felicity Smoak|Arrow|OTA

[give_me_a_museum]

"A lot apparently," Barry says from behind her. He has found clothes by now, jeans and a loose t-shirt in dark blue along with sneakers. "Welcome to the Library...well part of it anyway? Are you okay?"

Han Solo | Star Wars (RotJ era)

[doingitsolo]

(After Arrival:)
When he arrived he was still in his gear Endor gear, the forest camo print coat over his black vest, white shirt and Corellian blood strip brown pants. His blaster, at his side had suddenly been drawn and he was on the ready. At first he saw nothing but a library of books... but then there was a person who greeted him. He couldn't place what planet the man was from, but that didn't matter. The blaster was put away but not locked down.

After a conversation with the Librarian Han decided this wasn't an imperial trap, but it might as well be. He was brought here to help... with books. Who used books anymore anyhow? he knows some planets did, but most people out in space adapted to other forms by now. You wouldn't get THIS kind of problem if they were all data and less paper, would you.

He has agreed to help, for the most part. He feels like he has to help, or be stuck here. It doesn't mean he has to like it, correct?

(Market Place:)
For Han, walking through a portal and being somewhere else is a bit different. Back home, anywhere back home, they didn't have transporters this advanced yet. At least not that he himself has experienced. There were no magic portals to mystical places. Everything was pretty real (for the most part). This? Stepping from the Library to an Arabian market place (What even was Arabian anyhow? What planet was that?) was ... new. The heat felt like Tatooine (or any number of desert planets he's been to) but the set up was brighter, more colorful and lively.

He stood there at the mouth of the portal, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Huh..." It LOOKED like a market place, but not one he had ever seen before. "I bet her Highnessness would have liked this..." He said to no one at all.

Star Wars Person! YAY! Kale's Pre-Order 66

[hidden_jedi]

Kale's wandering through the market place idly flipping some sort of fruit around in his hands and catching it like a ball. It's purple and not one he's seen before, but it smells good so that's a bonus. Despite the heat he's wearing his pilot's coat with the Republic Army's patches on it with rank of 2nd Lieutenant.

When he sees the other man he wanders over to see who he is and what's up. "It's kinda weird, innit?" he said when he got close enough.