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The Central Library

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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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[He's blushing deeper than before, and he might glance away.]

I am being impolite, in not giving my name: lay the blame on my state of shock when you... awakened so suddenly.

I'm Howard Philips Lovecraft.

Wait...Lovecraft...as in they Lovecraft the horror master?

[The skull's voice gets a notice of excitement in it.]

[That excitement gets a look of mixed dismay and modest pleasure -- one part "Oh dear, a fan", one part "Oh, joy, a fan".]

Yes, I have written talesof the horrors that lurk on the edges of man's vision, or in dark places not yet explored, though i leave it to the judgement of the readers as to whether I qualify as a master. Their imitations -- and terror -- seems a favourable vote.

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If that is shy guy speak for people like you you'd be right Mr. Lovecraft. I for one love your work.

[The skull's eye lights appear to wink.]

Name's Bob by the way. That's what my owner calls me.

Bob, then, it is ...a pleasure to meet you and to meet someone fond of my eldritch scribblings. [A more earnest smile, then bows.]

Gets pretty boring just sitting around and being a skull so books like yours liven things up. Did you just get here?

I would hope that they do, since it was my intent to cause the reader to shiver at the least little creak or scraping within the walls of their dwelling of an evening. [Smirking, a bit ghoulishly mischievous in a spooky storyteller way]

As to arriving, I have been here but a few hours, and I have been spending those hours exploring the stacks and delving into what they may contain...

[Bob chuckles amused by Lovecraft's mischievous side. He likes people who can play in their own way. ]

Place is a bit faded..makes me sad. I don't like to see books getting ignored.

It does seem rather desolate, tho' perhaps that would depend upon the section and the time of day. And you are not solitary in your dismay: it troubles me to find certain volumes neglected by the reading public.

Might I ask... how do read, when you seem but a skull with an entity within? Or is that likely to turn out an obvious question?

I do need a little help turning the pages but my owner is pretty cool about doing that for me when it comes up.

I'm a spirit of air and knowledge who got cursed to be stuck in a skull....long story.

It sounds as though you have a kindly owner, indeed.

Admittedly, I wondered at first what you were: I first, I took you for an imp haunting this vessel, but it seems that is more pedestrian than the reality.

Might I ask, what do you prefer to read? [Here it comes...]

Harry was a good guy...I hope he'll be okay without me.

[Bob chuckles.]

Beside's your work...romance novels, the sexier the better.

In which case, unless he is needed elsewhere, I hope for you sake, that he finds his way here.

[A hint of color will cross his cheekbones and he'll look away modestly.]

I hope, then, that my works have pleased you, though I would be the first to admit, that I have only hinted at... the more intimate aspects of human nature.

[Bob chuckles slightly.]

You have have just hinted at it but other people decided to take the ideas and run with them....and run...and run. I've read quite a few stories that make me wonder what tentacles could really do given the chance.

[A hint of a somewhat embarrassed chuckle] Ahaha... I suppose... my scribblings have inspired them to imitate and elaborate on things that I might have implied... and they do say that imitation is the highest form of flattery... [Though there is the subtext that he's so very not sure what to make of this and he might be squirming a bit inwardly.]

Yeah they do say that. And you should be very flattered. I would be if people were writing monster sex stories.

It doesn't seem the most seemly, at least to my senses, which could suffer from bias: the intimate moments of... even the strange and the eldritch should have the same mystery as those of the mundane and common, but that is only my word. [Awkward, what-am-I-even-saying?? look in his dark eyes, might be looking everywhere but at Bob.]

Different strokes for different folks I suppose. Sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, but when you get to be my age you don't worry about what people think.

[A small smile and a slow wag of his head.] There's no worries: I seem to have a side that has not quite outgrown being the awkward young man who knew not what precisely to do with certain sensations. But I applaud your outspokenness: I can imagine it as something brought with age.

People need to loosen up a little more. Trying fit things in neat little boxes only leads to trouble.

At times, it does, at other times, there are things that one needs to keep sequestered from others until the time is right to reveal it to them.

Boy howdy do I know what that's like. My boss is the secret keeping king.

Dare I ask, who your employer might be and what he does in which you assist him? [Curious, intrigued by this being.]

My boss he's a wizard named Harry Dresden. I help him make potions, provide magical information, scout places for him once and a while when he lets me out.

Ahhh, so that would, in a sense make you his familiar, though I have an inkling that term most likely falls short of the mark.

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