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central_librarymods) wrote2017-03-11 05:21 pm
central_librarymods) wrote2017-03-11 05:21 pm
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Test Drive Meme
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 – Did the groundhog see its shadow? Another strange forecast has invaded the Library. This time the wayward weather can’t decide if it’s winter or spring. Be prepared for snow showers, bouts warm almost summery sunshine, and driving rain. There may even be a thunderstorm waiting to catch the unwary. Close the books that the weather escaped from before both books and patrons become victims to the confused weather.
5. Fiction Invasion – When pigs fly… It’s supposed to be just a saying, right? In some reality, it’s more than that. These little piggies have flown the coup! For something that isn’t aerodynamic, they’re far more graceful in the air than on the ground. They’re also hungry. Keep them from nibbling on the furniture or the patrons’ favorite possessions. Thanks to the help of the Librarians the books are piglet repellent but the patrons may find themselves being aggravated by these cute, feathered ‘friends’. Return them to the book on the reception desk to keep the Library pig-free!
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… Ones that have a life of their own they are rather testy about where they go and the cleaning supplies have a life of their own. (Think The Sorcerer’s Apprentice and the servants in Beauty and the Beast).
7. A posse ad esse – Anything is possible. This is your Wild Card. Have fun with it!
Cassandra Cillian | The Librarians
CLEANING IS NECESSARY
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Flynn carried on, finding Cassandra at the closet and guessing she was the reason the mop was out. "Did you do something to that mop?" he asked her. His tone was curious, not accusatory.
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"Oh, and accosted by a really boisterous broom." It's almost an afterthought as the redhead brings her hand to the side of her head, rubbing the spot that had been hit moments prior. After a full moment she drops her hand and turns her body, giving Flynn her full attention. "I just thought I'd help clean. I mean, this place looks like it could use some TLC!" Cassandra gestures around, moving her arms in a wide way, considering the whole place could, kind of, use it.
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"It seems to be happy doing the cleaning itself." Flynn gestured after the mop. "Leaving us to do something more interesting." He stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Want to open a book and see where it leads us?" He grinned, sure she'd like the adventure. Not to mention the risk.
Arrival
He sits on the desk, tail curled around his paws, waiting for her to wake. When she does, he trills an answer to her question, before looking down at her thoughtfully.]
I am here, Ms. Cillian. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am the Non-Fiction Librarian.
Alec Troven | Original Character
At least no one he trusted to ask.
Absently he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his coat and pulled one out. The cigarette was put into his mouth and the pack put away, before he flicked his fingers causing a bit of flame to appear. It lit the cigarette and then vanished. Then Alec leaned back, to smoke and stare at the walls and shelves.
Padmé Amidala | Star Wars
[There is a start when Padmé finds herself waking up, blinking in confusion, heart pounding against her chest. Her world is tilted, or rather, she is, and the whisper has her jolting upright in to a seated position on the floor.]
Save... you?
[Yet as she casts her dark eyes around, there is no one there, and she feels a shiver trickle down her spine. Slowly, she rises, getting to her feet, but even then, she draws in a deep breath, holding it, trying to work out what has happened...
Yet, no matter how hard she tries to think, she cannot place where she was with where she is. Ahsoka... She had left the Order, and Padmé knew how hard that had hit Anakin. They'd been back at her apartments, that brief reprise between his battles on the war front and hers in the Senate.
But now?
It is a library, although Padmé cannot say that it is one that she has ever been in. Glancing around, there is no obvious answer, and if this is some trick or trap, well, let them rue the day that they tried to keep her. Her voice is firm and commanding, although not rude or harsh, as she starts walking down the aisles.]
Hello? Is there anyone I may speak with? I think there has been some mistake or misunderstanding that has happened.
5. Fiction Invasion
[Padmé isn't quite certain what it is that she is seeing, which is why she does pause, glancing at it. It looks similar to creatures from her own galaxy, although it is more like two separate ones have been put together. It is pink, and it does make little gruffing noises as it flaps around.
Have they always been here?
She hasn't been here long enough to know that, and mindful, she steps to the side. Yet, there is another ahead, clomping around on the floor, along upon seeing Padmé, it gave a high pitched squeal and took flight.]
Oh.
[It certainly was unexpected, although so is the appearance of several more. They seem to be... Well, she isn't entirely certain what they seem to be. Disturbed? It is the soft tug that first catches her attention though, and glancing back over her shoulder, she sees one of them nibbling on the train of her skirt.]
Hey! Now you shouldn't be doing that.
[She claps her hands, making a gentle noise, although the creature simply seems to try to fly away, skirt still in mouth, which in turn is still attached to Padmé.]
Now you please stop that!
7. A posse ad esse
[Write your own and I will answer!]
[ooc: I will match whatever style you'd like.]
Hi mom!
His heart leapt. he'd longed for this for so much of his life, yet had resigned himself to the fact that it would never happen. Here, though, it seemed anything was possible. He could finally meet the mother he had never known, who had died as he drew his first breaths so many years ago.
It was easy to see himself in her, and even moreso, to see Leia in her. Both of them were like her in so many ways, and Luke often thought that it was the part of her in him that had kept him from becoming as reckless as his father was known to be.
And yet, he knew that he couldn't just come out and say who he was. If she had died as he was born, she likely did not even know she had children yet. He had to be careful, to avoid frightening her, and take things slowly.
He thought of his young counterpart-that would surely be confusing when she learned there were two of him, but he didn't sense the younger Luke around right now. He did wish Leia and the children could be here; he knew how much they'd enjoy meeting her if things did end up out in the open eventually. But, for now, he was happy for himself.
It was hard to find the words, but he kept calm, falling back on some of his Jedi techniques to keep in control. She would know he was a Jedi, since he was in his robes and had his lightsaber on his belt, and he hoped that might help a little. He gave her a friendly smile, trying to send comfort through the Force, suppressed as it was in here. He knew that only his father had been Force-sensitive, but sometimes it could still help even a non-Force sensitive.
"Hello. It's all right, no one will harm you here. It's confusing, I know...it was for me, too, at first. But I can explain some of it to you." he said.
Realizing he hadn't told her his name, he said "Oh, sorry...my name is Luke." He didn't add his last name, not yet. Sure, he could say he was related to Anakin, but that would probably just lead to more questions he wasn't sure about answering just yet.
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Padmé did turn towards him, taking a few steps in his direction. How had a Jedi arrived here? Then again, how had she? But there might have been relief that etched itself over her, and some of the tension left her shoulders. He didn't seem false, and Padmé was fairly good at judging people, or so she liked to believe. Even if he wasn't a Jedi that she knew, she did trust them. Perhaps not as much as she trusted Anakin or Obi-Wan. "Do you- where are we?"
And how had they gotten here. It was a library, but it wasn't one that she knew about on Coruscant, and judging by its side, she thought that she would be familiar with one. There was a pause at the mention of his name, but no, it meant nothing to her, no matter how hard she tried to place Luke and a Jedi together. "Padmé Amidala."
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The books are able to function somehow as portals between worlds. I'm not entirely sure how or why, but I've been through one of the portals already." he explained.
She introduced herself, and Luke nodded. "I've heard of you...although not as much as I'd like. It's very good to finally meet you." How good, he couldn't say right now.
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From her future? It was rather fantastical to believe, and while there were many things that Padmé could accept, she was having a hard time wrapping her brain about that. Her eyes shifted off to regard the books, as if they might actually give her an answer, before turning back to him. "So, you open a book to get a portal, and return home?"
She wasn't too surprised, at least not at the moment, that he had heard of her. If he was a Jedi, he was likely involved with the war, and she had been involved as well, only in the Senate. The fact that he might be from quite far in the future didn't seem to cross her mind. "I have had the honour of knowing several Jedi. The pleasure is all mine."
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"I thin it would be possible...but I'm not sure it would be so simple. That something wouldn't pull us back. We don't really know who it is, or what, but there's some kind of purpose...something we were pulled here to help with. We just aren't totally sure of the whole story yet." he replied.
True, he was in a war, just not the one she was in her time. He wasn't reading thoughts, though, so he didn't know what she was thinking to herself.
"One of the ones is Obi-Wan, right? He was my first teacher, though much closer to my time. I have a lot of respect for him. And for you. i know you've done a lot trying to help your people...and the galaxy overall."
He knew enough from the videos to know how his mother had tried to help the galaxy in her time, and he often felt honored to be her son. Of course, he didn't add that Obi-Wan had only been his teacher a few days, there wasn't any need to make things bad by saying it. Still, he looked up to 'Ben' greatly, and was happy to have had him watching over him as he grew up and helping to start him on the path he was now on.