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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.

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[ 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.

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."

"My, how helpful. I suppose that next you'll te--" He stops abruptly.

That's a talking cat.

His annoyed sigh is lost to the wind. What kind of ridiculous and cliched children's storybook fantasy are they trying to portray here? Besides that, the fact that he launched into a conversation with a talking animal before he noticed there was a talking animal at all is grating on him.

Regardless of how advanced he is (he would go on at length about how very much if he had the time), he had dedicated several of his processes to lamenting every little detail of his current situation. In fact, he's still doing that now.

"I'm afraid your terribly interesting Meteorology lesson will have to wait. Unless you've packed yourself a flotation device."

"Actually it is helpful considering what some authors have written over the years." The Cat knows how most people view him. Tipping his head, he looks almost smug as he studies the patron who had finally realized what form he was addressing. This one seemed to have a dislike of cats. "All cultures have a story of a great flood that destroys all but a few life forms. One of those books could have been the source of this deluge."

Lashing his tail, the Cat looks unimpressed at the being, giving him a flat glare, ears flicking downward. "I am eternal. I have no need for such things. The storm " It was the books, the knowledge that was at risk, that concerned him. "This is my domain so I was considering assisting you but if you would prefer to muddle through on your own, feel free to do so."

"You would have your precious library fall to ruin to spite me?" He clicks his tongue disdainfully, shaking his head.

He knows he shouldn't show off his true form. This could all be some kind of sophisticated holodeck trap. Laid out for him by some overzealous Starfleet researcher, sniffing out a promotion on the back of his scientific breakthrough. It wouldn't be the first time they tried to use his accomplishments for their own glory.

And yet, despite the danger, he can't help but eagerly jump at the chance to rub the fact that he doesn't actually need help in this cat's face.

"Fortunately, for me, I'm not actually required to muddle through anything. Though, the wind in this corridor alone is currently reaching speeds of 21 knots. And rising. I'm not sure you'd like an exact calculation of rainfall per second, but it does not bode well for your establishment. Or the others you've trapped here."

"There are others searching for the book. Ones who are respectful of a being no matter what form he wears." The Head Librarian had asked him to be polite, but sometimes the patrons reminded him why humans were creatures to be wary of. Some treated him as inspiration, others thought of him as something to be experimented upon. "I had hoped that someone from your reality would be intelligent enough to see that humanoids are not the only beings that should be treated as equals."

Although the Cat is not a being who could be easily ensnared, he knew what others did to lesser creatures, what would be done to him if he was a simple feline.

Letting out another growl, the Cat crouched low. "None of you are trapped here. We are not savages that put living beings in cages. Each patron was asked to help the Library. Each one accepted the Head Librarian's offer. If you believe that you should not be here, then you must speak to him."

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