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Test Drive Meme - closed

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.
Owen Grady | Jurassic World
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.
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.
xD I couldn't resist
He wasn't in the least bit off-putting. No.
"...So what am I suppose to do? Let the little shits keep darting around? I really don't want books dropped on my head."
It's so precious XD Give him a raptor, but god not pixies!
Turning his head, he started to peruse the books around him before pushing the hood back to get a better look as fingers grazed over the titles. Finally he pulled a book from the shelves and opened it. A flare of blue white light erupted from the pages before dimming to a pool of light. Reaching inside, he pulled out a long object before carefully closing the book.
"You're going to need a net." His eyes flickered their amusement as he carefully closed the book and held out a long butterfly net to the other. "Though, you might want to find the book to put them back in first. Careful about which... you may cause more problems than you like if they go int he wrong book."
xDxD
A curious look touched his expression as the other turned and began to look over the books, hesitating a moment before following after him. It was the flare of light that made him stop and Owen couldn't help but tense, unsure what the hell was going on--
Wait.
"Did you just.....a butterfly net? Seriously?" he muttered, reaching out to take the object, eyeing it like he wasn't even sure what it was. "Wait so I just pick a book, catch them in a net, then--what? Shove them inside it? Isn't that sort of like killing them?"
Gonna go die laughing now...
"You do not want to harm them, though, it will not be like pressing butterflies between pages." He could not help the slightest of chuckle at the other in surprise at the question. "Harming things that need to be returned home could cause... other problems."
Beckoning the other, he started to walk along the shelves of fiction books. "A damaged book will be easier to find than you think. They are not just battered and torn... they, for lack of a better work, leak. It could be light... in some cases even blood. In this case, think of what you are hunting. Do you know much of pixies?"
;D
"Great. Just great. Can I go back to wrangling dinosaurs?" he muttered more to himself than the librarian, shaking his head a bit as he rested the net against his shoulder. "So no hurting them. They can hurt me though. That seems so unfair, man."
He had a feeling he wasn't going to get many solid answers out of the guy but he followed all the same. If only because the pixies would avoid him while he was with the librarian.
"Not a damn thing, unfortunately. Is their book going to leak dust or something? Or make some sort of..twinkling sound?" Isn't that what pixies did? Or was that faeries?
You realize if you put him in this game.. the Librarian will aggravate him a lot.
Looking over his shoulder, he observed the other and nodded a little. "You are not wrong. Light, usually fire light and music. They love to dance." And cause much problems. "So listen carefully. Perhaps we will hear their music."
Not that he had to try that hard, but the power drained from him made doing the work alone much harder than it once was so many years ago. Now he felt old and tired when he should not. "A twinkling sound, as you put it, might indeed be the case."
Honestly that would be epic and amazing
He met the other's gaze when he felt the librarian studying him, feeling both wary and curious about this man and what he was exactly. Weird stuff was in his job description back home but this place took it to a whole new level.
"Music. Right, got it," he muttered, sighing softly before quieting himself and trying to focus on the..lack of sounds in the library. He started to walk again, stepping past the librarian before pausing, making sure to keep close to him. "How did the little shits get out in the first place? Did their book just fall over or something?"
It will definitely keep him young. XD
Sending the younger the vaguest hint of a smirk, he continued through the darker parts of the library, his gait slowing the more decay built up. He felt it. The agony in the worlds encased there.
Stopping, he closed his eyes and listened. "It is likely one of the ROUSes knocked it off of its shelf. Or perhaps a bugbear removed it from its place. The more decay, the more the monsters hide here. This way." Turning, he headed toward the slightest hum of sound. "Sometimes the decay causes enough upset the book will literally fall and open the door to let things out. But I do not think that is the case this time."
/snickersnorts
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"That was a pixie. They don't normally try to roost in Non Fiction. They must have lost their way." Lifting a paw, the Cat began to wash behind his ear before returning his attention back to Owen. "They're difficult to catch. Fictitious things usually are."
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Owen was not expecting a cat, let alone a talking cat and he'd been about to reach out to try and pet the thing after it chased the pixie away only to jerk backwards.
It talked. The cat talked. How the hell did a cat talk?!
"They--you...what is going on? How can you talk and why are there pixies? Those don't even exist!" Says the man that trains extinct species.
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His ears flattened slightly as the Cat crouched down, waiting for the human to attack. Some treated his chosen form with respect while others saw cats as something to torment. Tail lashing, he slowly relaxed when he realized Owen wasn't going to harm him. "You are in the Library. The pixies escaped from a book in another section and need to be put back before they do even more damage."
Tipping his head to one side, he almost looked amused as he studied Owen. "If you have the ability to talk, why wouldn't I?"
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Parrots could talk. That was okay. Cartoon animals too. But real life cats? Not so much.
"And here I thought this was a kitchen." Snark was his defense mechanism. Sorry. "How the hell am I suppose to put them back, exactly? Catch them in a jar?" The trainer frowned, glancing around warily as if expecting another pixie to dive bomb him. Apparently being around the cat was a safe zone though.
Owen glanced at the feline again and one of his eyebrows went up. "Because cats don't have that ability, at least last I knew. Sure they can make noises but taking like people? Not really a thing."
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When he was certain that there would be no grabbing hands or hurled objects, the Cat sat down, curling his tail around to drape over his paws. "I did not mean a library, I meant the Library." The emphasis was obvious if not the meaning. "This place is greater than many can ever imagine or measure."
Purring deeply, the being looked smug. "If I were a cat, that would be true. I am the Non Fiction Librarian and this is only my chosen form. A creature reviled by many and revered by others. I could look human but why limit myself in such a way?"
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This place was already confusing enough that he was glad he didn't have to add 'having a life/death talk with a cat' to that list. Though he was honestly starting to feel like it was going to be something pretty damn common here.
"...Okay. So, this is some really important library? I thought all libraries were pretty important," he admitted with a slight shrug, still staring at the cat like he was looking at a ghost or something.
A frown touched his expression as the other went on to explain why he was in a cat form and Owen felt his head spin a bit.
"Whoa, hold on. You're saying you can just..change your form whenever you want?" A pause. "What kind of place is this? And what kind of..being are you?"
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Fur fluffing out slightly, the Cat made an impatient sound. "Of course not. That would break quite a few natural laws. There might be a way, if I truly wished it, but why would I want to be human?" The thought made him shudder. Why would he want such an awkward form when he was sleek and balanced in this one. The feline was a marvel of natural engineering. "I am a guardian of sorts. My realm of knowledge is the disciplines rooted in fact. Science, history, that which can be witnessed and measured. There are others who deal with other types of knowledge but none of the patrons have seen them yet."
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Impossible even.
Owen stared at the cat as the small creature fluffed up, eyebrow lifting at the explanation that didn't entirely make a lot of sense to him.
"So you decided to be a cat but you can't change back?" he asked to clarify, still not entirely sure that made sense but, well, whatever floated the little thing's boat. "The non-fiction guardian. So I'm assuming there's a fiction guardian as well?"
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Yes, the Cat knew he was a strange concept. One that he didn't always understand even with the information available to him. "Truthfully, I do not know. I was a young creation then. The Head Librarian might know why I have this form." A purr rumbled through his voice as he spoke of the Head Librarian. One of the few beings who had never looked down upon the Cat. " He was here before me. He was here before us all, I believe. But fiction - she is indisposed and the two of us do not always coexist well. Fact and fancy often conflict."
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Re: Owen Grady | Jurassic World
"Oh! Well... I see you've run into the pixies too," he said with a bit of a wry grin on his face. "Nasty buggers."
He looks perfectly normal except for the silver eyes and the fact that he's dressed like he came out of a D&D handbook.
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"Whoa whoa!" he practically yelps, eyeing it warily but the other doesn't attempt to do anything and--
...What the hell was this guy wearing?
"...Yeah they aren't my favorite thing ever," Owen mumbled, eyebrow going up as his hands lowered. "Why are you going after them with a knife, exactly?"
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And Theo could say the same about this guy's clothing.
"Actually, I was possibly going after you with the knife." He hefts up a burlap sack. "This was for the pixies."
At times Theo is unabashedly paranoid and not afraid to admit it.
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The sight of the sack makes him perk up a bit, pleased that there's the prospect of at least dealing with the pixies in some manner now.
"You think that'll hold them?"
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"I hope so. It's a bag of holding that's what it's supposed to do."
Want someone/thing else to train?
"HOORAY! I PASSED MY SPOT CHECK!" He cheered, throwing his hands in the air, excited.
"I found something! Roy! Roy!"
Then he looked around. "Roy....? Haley....?"