Test Drive Meme

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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.

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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.      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.  But for the rest….

Did someone count three bricks up and two across, and then tap them three times?  Someone in the Library must have stumbled on that combination since the portal has opened up to Diagon Alley.  Enjoy your visit to a truly magical shopping destination but remember not to be too obvious if you’re a Muggle!

3.  Gotta Catch'em All! In... Space? - Pokemon are wonderful pets and companions used to help around the house or in battling competitions. Their uses are endless! But... it seems they have managed to escape from their world and end up in the most unlikely of places. In space. The Enterprise is over run and the crew is trying really hard to round them up. Not to mention the mass infestation on the Deathstar. But their hosts are not so kind. As guests of the Library, you are armed with a fully detailed Pokedex and multiple pokeballs guaranteed to catch what you aim for. But be careful. Don't get caught yourself!

 

4. Non-Fiction Immersion – Under the sea… well, not quite.  Notice the strange puddles and ponds that ‘decorate’ the Library floors.  They’re now habitats for the Library’s new aquatic unwelcome guests.  Octopi, alligators, kraken, seals and many other water-loving creatures can be found in and near these water hazards.  Watch out for random flying fish; they hurt if they hit you.

 

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… 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!

Comments

Tina Belcher | Bob's Burgers

[continuousgroaning]

1. Arrival

[Tina had, of course, lived dozens of scenarios through her fan fiction, including suddenly ending up in strange worlds. But that was fan fiction, and this was too real to not be reality, too real to merely be her imagination.

So she did what she always did when she was uncertain.

She groaned.]

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

[Yeah she'll be keeping this up for a while.]


3. Catching

[Okay, she could do this. Tina had been a respected hall monitor; surely tracking down and capturing monsters was going to use some of the same skills that she used to stop rulebreakers, right? All she had to do was put on her best air of authority and keep her eyes and ears open. And if she happened to find one that looked like a horse, well, all the better.]

Come out, come out, wherever you are... especially if you're a horse of some sort... I promise I won't give you detention...


6. Cleaning

[Cleaning. That was something Tina could definitely do- after all, one of the jobs she, Louise and Gene had had was keeping the restaurant clean. Of course, it was often Gene's fault that it was dirty in the first place, and sometimes Louise encouraged condiment fights, and sometimes she joined in, but really... her siblings could be bad influences on her. Here, she could be responsible.

However, she soon found herself trying to wrestle a bottle of purple stuff to the ground.]

Calm down! I didn't mean to twist your head, I thought you were an ordinary bottle...

[But soon, Tina would find herself on her back, the purple stuff triumphant.]

... okay... you won this round...


7. Wildcard

[Or something else?]

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[sevenyearsasleep]

"Are you hurt?"

Tina, have the Hero of Time looking concerned. Link wasn't entirely sure where he was just yet, but, he couldn't just ignore hearing another person in distress.

10th Doctor | Who 1, 2 and 7

[borntolove]

Arrival

Is this the Library? Nope. It's not. More importantly where's The Tardis? Only something very powerful can separate The Doctor and his Box. Like that time on Satellite Five.

Of course, the whisper of 'save us' grabs The Doctor's attention and steps forward into the complete unknown! Exciting!

Market Place

Didn't take long to notice the brick tap password - where that leads too is quite another as Ten looks for answers in this vast library and finds himself transported into another dimension within the one The Doctor is in.

Which unfortunately, The Doctor may not be drawing direct attention to himself verbally. However, wearing that blue pin stripe suit rather than a cloak just might do it.
Where is he now? What is this place that appears to be London, England during the 1500s but with a twist.

Walking down the brick laid road, Ten notices the names of the shops. Olivanders, Flourish and Blotts, Sugarplum's Sweets Shop and Leaky Cauldron. Don't mind Ten, he's just going to slip into the Leaky Cauldron to see what information The Doctor can pick up. Maybe later, check out Sugarplum's Sweets or one of the other shops if he's not running for his life.

7 Wild card

Come at him!

The Arrival, of course.

[the_head_librarian]

In the vast open main hall, arrivals are thrown into the strange reality that is The Central Library. Of all the rooms, it is the one that is the cleanest with gleaming wood and shining brass to furnish the room. He was just leaving his office behind the main desk when he spotted the new arrival standing there looking... curious perhaps?

He searched the vast knowledge of worlds in his mind then smiled just a little. Yes. Of course this one would be curious of this place. "Welcome to the Central Library, Doctor."

Amy Pond || Doctor Who

[amypondtravels]

[1]
Waking up in strange, new places is not exactly unusual for Amy Pond. Granted, she usually has her boys -- the Doctor chatting up a storm on one side and Rory taking it in and making a laconic comment on the other -- but it's not unusual to be separated, either. Where could they have gotten to?

The desk is empty, and the books almost seem... well, she doesn't want to say alive, but they do seem a bit more active than books usually are supposed to be. Danger isn't always immediately apparent, but best she can do for the moment is call, "Hello?" cautiously into the emptiness around her.

[4]
Coming from England, where it rains probably 70% of the time and spends at least another 25% looking like it might start at any moment, puddles are nothing new to Amy. She doesn't take any especial notice of them, except to note that they are there. Indoors. In the library. It was strange, but not frightening.

But it was a surprise when she stepped into one, expecting solid floor under her -- and no such luck. Amy cried out in surprise as she found herself up to her waist in the cold water. Not deep, luckily, but freezing. Too shocked to react further, or climb out, her jaw dropped, breath leaving her in a shuddered gasp.

[7]
Wild card me. Will match prose or action.

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[borntolove]

Ten on the other hand has by now tested the theory on the books being alive or not or has happened into something to prove that these books are alive. Either, the dear Doctor is turning around a corner and dashing down that section towards the girl with what appears to be a sonic screwdriver in his hands, states, "Run!"

Thea Queen l Arrow

[redarrowqueen]

1. Arrival

[Cue a rather loud crash coming from the gun manuals of all places. Thea had crashed into the library post being stabbed by Ra's Al Ghul and the landing (rather gracefully all things considered) of some very high powered archery gear atop a nearby shelf. Of course she had no idea her wounds had been healed but the fact she's covered in blood would be enough to make anyone rightfully worry. But out of sheer panic Thea sent a rather large manual flying at whatever she was hearing before crashing due to the manuals landing on her.]

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5. Fiction Invasion

[Thea was waging a one woman war again what looked like something from Ray's DVD collection. She was slinging nets around like she would her trusty arrows while hopping onto high shelves.]

This is oddly fun!

[She hops onto another shelf, almost sending some books flying in the process.]

Just wishing I had some trick arrows right about now.
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7. Wild Card

Have location, cue Thea!

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[the_head_librarian]

[He'd been watching her catching the pixies for a while, a little fond smile on his lips as he tipped his head. She did it efficiently, in a way that appeared to outsmart the little beings and their mischievous ways. Not that he didn't notice some of them hiding in the shelves and studying Thea with particular curiosity.

Especially when a few zipped in behind her to steal a few of her arrows and take off giggling. He stepped out of the shadows, head tipped back to watch her in curiosity.]

Ms. Queen... please remember, they are not just books. Knocking them from their places is not wise.

Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[misskringle]

1. Arrival

[Kristen had somehow broken her glasses mid landing so feel free to stumble upon a redhead looking like something from the history section by way of the early 50s. She's dazed, confused and well given what had just happened in Gotham aka the Manaix shooting up GCPD she's pretty badly spooked. So feel free to notice all the bruises as well. But she does finally speak.]

Hello? Anyone here?

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6. Cleaning is Necessary

[Kristen had been quite happily dealing with some papers when she was tripped by what she was sure was a broom. The next second she's sprayed by water from a mop before they dart out into the library.]

First things first, dry clothes!

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7. Wild Card

Have Kristen will travel!

[huntingorcs]

[ He's a lot of things, but he is, first, his father's son, and the instinct to heal is strong - Elladan sees the obviously confused young lady, and any thought to play the youthful cad is banished. Instead, Kristen will get a worried elf-lord ]

Aye - lady, are you hurt?

Bob the Skull l Dresden Files

[harrys_skull]

1. Arrival/Welcome

The Library was a quiet place with many dark and dusty corners, but the magic section was oddly clean and bright, almost like someone was taking good care of it. No one can be seen wandering the shelves and yet there is something sitting on one of the lower ones. Something that is both out of place and yet fits in.

A human skull sits there with strange runes carved all over it, eye sockets almost like it's waiting for something or in this case someone.

[enlightenedfeline]

Sauntering among the shelves, the Cat let out a thoughtful trill when he saw a familiar being among the books. Leaping up beside Bob, the feline curled his tail around his feet. Tipping his head to one side, he studied the books across from them thoughtfully. "Waiting to catch the unwary?"

Elladan | Tolkien (Lord of the Rings)

[huntingorcs]

Elladan looks at the pokeball in his hands and then the cute electric mouse sparking threateningly at him.

"Huh. Supposed to catch you with this, am I?"

Is it on the Enterprise or the Deathstar?

[elrohir_elrondion]

His head peered around Elladan's shoulder at the little creature that had its ears laid back and sparks coming out of it's cheeks. It was not anything that he had seem before and he is sure that he never would have if not for them being sent here.

His eyes dropped to the ball and then to the item that the Librarian gave them. "It says, brother, that we throw it at it and it has to hit it. Do you believe that it will be enough?"

Leia Organa | Star Wars

[bravebuns]

[Arrival]

[Princess Leia is not unnarmed, she's rarely unnarmed. As a leading member of the rebel alliance, she's a target. Even before the rebels, she was likely a target. Someone easy, or so most would think, to use against her father on Alderaan. And to this blaster she now clings, pulling herself to her feet as she looks around the library.

There are actual... books here rather than data files, it's strange. Even more strange is that she just woke up here but she knows she hadn't been captured by the Empire and she's sure she'd remember dying.]

Is anyone there?

[Marketplace]

[She's hoping to find food familiar to her from her galaxy. It's not difficult, it isn't like there's a lot of really strange food, but she'd like to make sure there's enough. For herself and other people.

Leia does end up on Diagon Alley later in the day though, looking around in awe. It's hard not to even though she's seen the Force in action with Luke. And knows what Vader is capable of. Still, this is a more blatant show of power than what she's typically seen of the Force. And it's interesting.]

[Wildcard!]

[Anything goes.]

[huntingorcs]

[ Leaning over the edge of a shelf and waving ]

Good even, lady. Looking for something?

Nita Callahan | Young Wizards

[unfavorableinstigation]

6. Cleaning is Necessary

"Alright," Nita announced, staring up at the various bookcases, duster in hand.

"If I can't use wizardry, then we're doing this the old-fashioned way - which means no moving! I don't want to accidentally rip something and make things worse!"

The Speech, when being translated automatically like this, could seem even more strange than if it just seemed like Nita was talking bobblygook to books. But Nita had gathered that these were intelligent - an approximant to world-kernels, if what info she'd managed to gather was correct - and she was going to treat them as such.

And really, she was here to help, and that meant active maintenance. Which lead to even mundane cleaning being necessary.

May as well, he's likely gonna adopt all the young people if you leave him to it XD

[legendary_hands]

"I said, give that back!" He really didn't like it here. Nothin' made a lick of sense. And when did brooms grow arms and take off with the books he'd been collecting anyway! This place had screws loose, that was for damn sure.

The scurrying broom man hurried down the aisle dragging him along as he hopped over books on the ground or the sudden passing of feather dusters with little giggles that he swore had a French sound to them. It took him long enough to recover that he lost the broom entirely.

Both hands went in the air. "Unbelievable!"

That is, until he saw the girl and caught the end of her lecture to the books in her area. "You tell 'em. Had a damn porcupine try to crawl out of one. And I'll tell ya, those spines hurt. Doin' alright there, sweetheart or do you need a hand?"

Combeferre | Les Miserables

[humaneamis]

1.

[Combeferre was in heaven. There were so many books. Voices asking for help--for now were ignored because, Plato.

Hopefully people will excuse the somewhat disheveled revolutionary as he starts loading his arms with books. This was the happiest he'd been in months. ]


6.

[The broom was sentient. The broom was sentient. Combeferre frowned to himself as he considered the moral implications of this.]

Excuse me, if it would not be too much trouble, would you consider assisting me in the cleaning of this room? It would be for our mutual benefit, after all. I am certain I can find some way to pay you a fair wage.

[What would a wage for a broom even be? He wasn't sure, but, he was not about to give a broom less respect than he would another human being, not when it was capable of thought.]

Welcome~

[the_head_librarian]

[Moving up behind the man, he spared the slightest hint of a smile from under the hood.]

You might find, that they are not so cooperative in allowing you to read them. They are not meant to be read. More... heard.

[His voice was calm, quiet. A soothing force that kept the books still even if they disliked the treatment they were receiving.]

[amelioraate]

grouping_choice = { .01 info:ARRIVAL, engage:TRUE }

Look, waking up in weird as fuck situations that he sure as hell didn't fall asleep to (or get beaten into unconsciousness in) are not exactly situations that Tony is unfamiliar with. Actually, it happens a whole hell of a lot more than he should probably be okay with but, whatever, this is his life and at least he doesn't feel hung over, that terrible something fuzzy has taken up residence in my mouth and my head is pulsing kind of feeling. Or feel dead.

Actually, dead would explain it, though he wasn't sure Death would be so-- bookish.

"And minus three points for the complete disregard for the advancements in technology." Tony sits up (because apparently he was sprawled in the middle of the floor, like he had passed out there) and groans when there are several loud cracks that echo from his neck. "Shit, ow. Okay, death wouldn't be this painful, right?"

Not right. No rest for the wicked, or some shit.

With another groan, Tony hauls himself up and-- realizes that he is remarkably well off for someone who just went head to head with an irate Captain Marvel. Like... way too well off.

"Fuck, I really am dead." There might be something like awe in his voice. Like he didn't think that could happen. "And I'm in hell"

grouping_choice = { .03 info:SPACE VERMIN, engage:TRUE }

"Shit shit shit shit!" Tony is cursing, as quietly as possible, as he slams around a corner of the fucking space ship he is on in order to avoid the not-so-friendly looking people in creepy white uniforms and where the fuck is his armour?

Actually, he knows where it is. It is currently immobilizes by a goddamned rat that has the dumbest looking tail and can apparently conduct electricity. The voltage rat (apparently called a Pikachu, if he codex he has was anything to go by) has decided that it liked his suit and like hell he was going to be able to wear it. Oh no, he gets to catch these space vermin on a hostile space ship without his amazing armour, in just his skin tight black undersuit and the faint laughter of a yellow rat in his ears.

Fuck space, man.

"Where's Quill when I actually need him. Or Rocket, man I need to never call him anything mean ever, at least he didn't try to kill me in the armour." Tony sighs and peers around the corner, looking for any more soldiers (he is sure they are soldiers) or any more vermin. Or, you know, his armour.

Instead he faceplants into someone's chest.

"Fuck!"

grouping_choice = { .07 info: NULL, engage:RANDOM }

c a r e t o p l a y a g a m e ?

Arrival

[enlightenedfeline]

[Now that there were other assistants to help maintain certain areas of the Library, the Cat didn't need to greet every patron, but there were some beings who were too fascinating to ignore.

A being of logic, such as Stark, was one that the Non-Fiction Librarian decided he needed to speak to. Of course, the fact that Stark might get a shock from being confronted by a talking feline with access to the knowledge of infinite realities was one of the 'perks' of his position.

Sauntering over to Stark's spot on the floor, the Cat merped thoughtfully before sitting down beside him, tipping his head to one side.]

You are not dead, Mr. Stark, so this cannot be any of the Hells described as the afterlife. You are in a different reality than the one you existed in previously.

Link | Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time

[sevenyearsasleep]

1.

[So. This is what happened if you played the wrong song on the Ocarina of Time. Apparently.

Link wasn't exactly sure, since he couldn't find Navi at the moment.

So, the Hylian, with the Blade of Evil's Bane and shield on his back, and satchel on his belt holding even more weaponry, made his way around looking thoroughly puzzled.]

Navi? Anyone? Hello?

[elrohir_elrondion]

Elrohir wanted to explore. So why not put things up while he did so? As long as he did not wander far, all should be safe. Or so he believed. The Librarian had made it clear not to go into the dark places. So with books in arms, he walked through the main hall while moving fiction books out of the Non-Fiction wing of the Library.

Oddly enough, he could not much tell the difference. It felt as though here, there stood no real barrier between what appeared to be reality and what was made up in the mind.

At the light call, he stopped and turned his head to peer about for the voice. When the figure in green caught sharp elven eyes, he smiled a little. "Greetings. Have you just arrived here?"

Rogue | X-Men: Days of Future Past | OTA

[theycalledmeacurse]

ARRIVAL

It had been an extremely eventful twenty-four hours in Rogue’s life. Possibly the most so since her mutation manifested over a decade earlier. She’d been rescued from the lab by Erik and Bobby, helped to reset the timeline and stop the Sentinel War from ever happening, and she’d been dropped into the middle of... a library?

It didn't make sense. She'd shut her eyes against the heat of the Sentinels' blasts, hoping and praying to whatever might be listening that this would work, that they would have this second chance-- And then she'd opened her eyes to this place. This completely normal-looking library, with a reception desk and books and-- Well, no other people that she could see.

Was she dead? Was this what happened after someone died? Or had the plan worked and this was where her consciousness had gone since there was no place for it in the new world? (She didn't exactly have a manual for how all of this was supposed to work. Whatever this was, so she was still in the grey uniform the scientists had made her wear, so this sure as hell wasn't heaven.)

"Save us."

Rogue whipped around, looking for the voices that were for once not in her head. So maybe not a normal library, then.


MARKETPLACE

It was strange to see so much fresh food again, and honestly it felt more like a dream than anything else the library had conjured up thus far. Interdimensional travel and subspace anomalies weren't unheard of in her world, but said world had been an apocalyptic wasteland when she'd left it, so things like fresh ripe peaches were the things they'd fantasized about most. Well, that and peace.

Rogue stepped up to one of the stalls and picked up a peach with her bare hands, lifting it to her nose to breathe in the heavenly sent. It was perfect.


NON-FICTION IMMERSION

The puddles and ponds appearing were just another day on the job for the southern belle. Rogue had watched them from a distance for a while, noticing things peeking reptilian heads out of the water, but so far there hadn't been anything too exciting happening with them. So finally she decided to get a closer look, stepping up to the edge of one of the ponds and crouching down to peer beyond the glassy surface. She was about to reach her hand inside when--

"Agh!"

The mutant didn't startle overly easily these days, but having a fish come flying out at her made the occasion call for it. She reeled backward from the impact of the thing painfully hitting her shoulder and fell none to the gracefully onto the floor. The consolation, at least, was that the fish also flopped to the floor. It was pure humane instinct to reach out and gently push it back over the edge into the water -- with her arm that wasn't stinging with numbness.

Re: Rogue | X-Men: Days of Future Past | OTA

[redarrowqueen]

Cue one Thea Queen coming out of the shadows, she had been keeping track of anyone that landed in her section and since she knew how it felt to be the confused newbie she tries to be helpful (but she's still sure she does not deserve to be an assistant).

"First things first, want to lose the grey? And second your in the library, we're here to help out somehow and well its still a mystery to me but I'm just trying to help the best I can. My name's Thea and well this is my section." meaning marksmanship and martial arts." as she goes to get some of the spare clothes she's located for this kind of crisis.

Steve Rogers | MCU

[on_ur_left]

1. Arrival

For a moment, Steve just stands where he is - because where he is certainly isn't where he'd been, so it was always a good idea to hold still at least for a couple seconds to get his bearings.

He could swear he'd heard... Had he heard someone whispering? Slowly turning around, he realizes with a jolt that he's in a library. An old-fashioned, austere-ceilinged, filled-with-shelves-of-books library. A sense of nostalgia hits him hard, because he practically grew up in New York's Public Library.

Glancing around a couple more times, Steve doesn't see anyone else around... but the reception desk is there, and he has the vague thought that if anyone around here can help him, it would be the staff of the library.

6. Cleaning

Steve had always been rather fastidious. As a child he'd enjoyed being able to help his mother around the house with cleaning, because there had been so many other things he wasn't able to do.

Now, walking among the shelves of books, he couldn't help but notice all the cobwebs hiding in the stacks, stringing between book and shelf, and clustering in corners. There was dust on everything, and the large windows were definitely grimy.

Fortunately, in his exploration of the place, he stumbled onto a janitor's closet. He reached in for a broom, thinking he'd sweep some of the dust and cobwebs away.

The broom seemed to have other ideas, though; as Steve had started to wrap his fingers around the handle, the broom wrenched itself out of his grip. Startled, Steve just stood and stared at the thing for a minute. Had it really...

The broom shook itself vigorously, and Steve realized that yes, it had really moved on its own. Okay. Okay, he could deal with this. Sentient brooms, sure, why not?

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I hadn't realized. I just thought I could clean up the place a little. I was hoping you could help me out, since I can't reach everything."

The broom quivered a little, as if in indecision, and then - well, it hopped on its bristles to sway in front of him. Hoping he was understanding correctly, Steve gave it a tentative smile. "Thanks. I promise I'll be gentle, and careful with your bristles."

The broom jumped a little, then pushed past him out of the closet. Okay; don't coddle the broom, got it.

Together, the two of them got to work, with Steve holding the broom by the handle while the broom jerked back and forth, reaching the highest cobwebs and sweeping them away. Occasionally it would jerk, and Steve couldn't help but think it was sneezing from the dust. Sometimes, Steve could be heard speaking to it, giving it directions on spots it might have missed.

Arrival

[enlightenedfeline]

Captain Rogers was searching for Library staff and the Cat would be happy to oblige. Especially when it was such an ideal way to gauge a his reaction to non-human sentient beings. As he hopped up onto the desk, he trilled just loud enough to get Rogers' attention.

Stalking from one end of the desk to the other, the Cat sat down next to the lamp. "Good day, Captain. Welcome to the Library."

Princess Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[paladinprincess]

1) [Allura woke up on her stomach on the ground, having been battered around by the wormhole collapse. Sitting up, she looked around at her new location, confused. Nothing seemed familiar, just rows and rows of books.]

Coran? Anyone?

Can anyone hear me?

6) [After situating herself in the library, she noticed that things were in a bit of disrepair. Scouting for some cleaning supplies, she found a broom and mop that seemed to be alive.]

Excuse me, would you mind helping me with a few tasks?

7) [Open prompt! Come say hello?]

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[theraptorsquad]

[Having already run into a few new comers, Owen wasn't surprised to find yet another. He'd been coming back from getting someone settled when he heard a female voice calling out and it was the small raptor at his feet that darted into the main hall first. Blue clicked and chittered as she skid to a halt several feet from Allura, the raptor's head tilting as it peered at the young woman.]

Blue, behave.

[Owen approached slowly, not wanting to startle the young woman, a friendly smile on his face as he lifted a hand in a wave.]

Hey. Let me guess, you were somewhere else and then you woke up here, right?

One Leondard McCory for #3

[legendary_hands]

The guy that looked like the damn grim reaper said the task was important. Save a bunch of mostly good animals poke-whatevers and get off the space station in one piece. Just wear this uniform they said. You can slip in and get as many as you can before the not so friendly troops caught you or them.

Right. Like anything like this shit was ever easy. Shoulda known. The Librarian's blonde hair shoulda tipped him off. Another crazy person at the helm willing to do anything to save something or get the job done. And who designed this damn armor anyway?!

Ducking around a corner, he pulled out the computer that was supposed to help him find the little buggers just in time to miss the line of Troops marching by. A blip on the screen said he was close to one... All he had to do was walk a little bit more in this direction. Of course, it is never that easy is it? Cause whatever the hell it was, it could float and it was in the shadows of the cross beam of the ceiling with large slanted eyes.

The read out came up as a... Gastly? Ghost type.

Unbelievable.

[angelic_archer]

Missions were something Alec was used to. So was hunting things that most people didn't believe in. But this was beyond anything he'd seen before. Thankfully, the white helmet covered his reaction to the world around him, allowing him to stare wide-eyed as he took in the space station.

If he thought about the idea that he was in space might cause him to freak out but he pushed the thought aside. The place was as large as a planet and he'd went through worse things than being in space. It was the idea of the fictional worlds he'd ready about and Simon rambled about were real that was causing the reaction.

He could hunt these things down, if he knew what to look for. Or how to contain them.

By the Angel, why didn't they give him more intel before sending him out hunting?

"Did they say what it'll look like?"

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[braveheart_clara]

[Arrival:]
She and Me had been taking the long way around, back to... her last destination. To fix things. Which is fine, it's fine. She's ready, she just wanted to get a few more stops in. Which is to say, if she heard someone calling for help. Heard someone asking to be saved? Well, who is she to say no to that?

A step forward was all it seemed to need and she found herself stumbling into a new location. She spun around, surprised at what she saw. This... wasn't their TARDIS. This was a Library? Or at least it could be.

Clara, in black leggings, skirt and an over sized sweater spun around and smiled. "Me?" She called out, as if the other would have come along also. Nothing. Interesting. "Hello?" She called out to the entrance hall, looking for when the next adventure would start.

[Market Place:]
The Market place. Now THIS was what she called a shopping trip. It's old looking, and full of strangely dressed people. Like wizards or witches or such. There were different levels of dress, and some in modern clothing like herself, so she didn't feel terribly out of place. If the TARDIS had been here she could have blended better, but for now it seemed no one minded.

She felt like she should know this place, but did it matter? It was somewhere new to explore. And explore she did. Wandering the front faces of the shops, peeking in and ooing or ahhhing at things. You can find her anywhere but if she gets into the book shop she might be there a while. And if she caan buy a wand? That's happening.

[Pokemon In Space:]
The Death Star. Well, that sounded ominous, didn't it? And Pokemon? Really? Throw a ball at it, catch it and return it home. Seemed simple enough. She was offered a white armored uniform to help blend in, but she instead found a gray uniform with hat, pulling that on, with her hair up in a tight twist and bun. She pulled the cap on and glanced herself over. Yeah, this would work. She'd rather have some form of rank than be a trooper anyhow.

Besides, she should be able to get into better places like this, yes?

So there she was, a small military officer, tall black boots and grey uniform, walking the halls of the Death Star... looking official as heck. She passed a set of troopers, ignoring them, and rounded a corner only to see a streak of color in this black and gray world.

She followed, to an opened door, to see a frog like creature inside, huddling down in a corner of the room where it was darkest. She pulled up the machine given to her and it spoke: "Croagunk, the Toxic Mouth Pokémon. It lives in swamps and forests where there is very little light. It prefers moist places."

She lowered the machine and frowned. "Toxic Mouth? That doesn't sound at all fun. But we're not leaving any of you trapped in this place. Well my fine little friend. You are a long ways away from swamps and forest."

CLARA! He is back to drive you crazy!

[elrohir_elrondion]

He did not see the appeal of this 'armor'. It was hard to move in and cut into him in places. It surely was the most uncomfortable garb he had ever donned in his long life. And he had tried most things. It also made his natural talents at stealth harder. This was not made for silent movement, that much became clear as he moved through the metal halls.

The place was so cold, even with the layers he wore. That and the strange atmosphere made it relatively easy to catch the little creatures that had ended up there. In fact, most came to him after evading the heavy stomp of troopers.

His little 'hunt' led him to an open door only to stop at the sight of an officer approaching one of the creatures huddling in a corner. "Pardon my intrusion, but I can handle that, if you would like... sir?" That was how soldiers spoke between humans, correct?

Orson Krennic | Catalyst/Rogue One

[vergeofgreatness]

i. Arrival.

[His shoulder ached.

The wound had healed years ago, after months of bacta treatments, but had always ached from time to time. Krennic focused on that pain to begin to pull himself back to reality.

The next step would be sorting out where he was. He started with what he remembered last- laying at the top of the tower while looking up at the Scarif sky which began to turn green.

He had been killed by his own creation wielded by Tarkin.

Working back from there, he remembered being shot. Looking down at his uniform there was no mark of any wound but his shoulder ached. None of that answered the question of where he was now, however. The shelves weren't filled with data tapes but with actual books. He didn't recognize the architecture, it was unlikely this was anywhere on Coruscant or any civilized planet he knew.

He rolled his aching shoulder, trying to relieve some of the tension as he paused to take a book out. Even as he looked through the pages, he was aware of his surroundings, glancing to the side as he heard footsteps approach.]

ii. Death Star.

[He knew his Death Star better than anyone. Anyone except Galen Erso, of course.

At least, so he had thought. Those words haunted him- there was a flaw in the Death Star that Erso had built in without him knowing. The betrayal sat heavily on him, as did the knowledge that the last thing he had remembered was staring up at the Scarif sky and seeing the green light.

But here he was, this felt so real. At least, it would feel more real if it wasn't for the strange creatures and the fact that he knew it was impossible he had escaped the planet before the Death Star fired. Any creature he came across was simply shot without a second glance, the dead bodies left in his wake.

He wanted answers and he would get them.]

iii. Wildcard.

[bring it on.]

[the_head_librarian]

It was harder for him at this point, to walk through worlds unseen. Which was why he wore the uniform of a general that made it easier for looks to pass over him. He always walked with a sort of purpose to his step, one that got sharper with each of the poor creatures he found in the wake of one of the Library Guests. No. This was not what he expected upon the reward of a second chance.

But some people did not change easily.

Instead, he expended the energy to remove them from this reality and keep moving forward. Stopping just behind the man causing the destruction, he stood straight and still. "The price for life sometimes comes with restrictions, Admiral Krennic. Remember, you no longer exist in this world... and they will not see your face should they notice you."

Sarah Williams | Return to Labyrinth

[notimefordreams]

[Arrival]
[It's the whisper in her ear that shakes Sarah into true consciousness. "Save us." It's not until the next beat that she sits up with a jolt, blood running cold for a brief instant. The last time she had ended up running around trying to save anyone was when they had all tried desperately to keep the labyrinth itself from collapsing. It's the first thing her mind leaps to and when she turns to look the other way while still settled on the ground, she gets an eyeful of something she didn't expect at all.]

... A desk?

[That's definitely what it was, right? Glancing to her right and then left fixed her attention on the bookshelves around her.]

... A library.

[A library? Why a library?]

[Marketplace]
[Sarah seems to take the whole shifting into a completely different place in remarkably good stride. She does turn to glance over her shoulder briefly, then she gives whoever is nearby a slight smile and a shrug.]

I guess that's how travel goes around here.

[Cleaning is Necessary]
[She's really not trying to argue with an apparently sentient broom here but she's totally standing here, arguing with an apparently sentient broom.]

Look, the more you complain, the longer this is going to take.

I have rights, you know!

You're a broom.

[This all seemed a lot more magical when one wasn't trying to use tools for their appropriate jobs.]

[A Posse Ad Esse]
[Feel free to make up a scenario is any of the above don't suffice.]

Cleaning

[dog_of_the_sun]

[The argument easily draws Ammy's attention, and once she comes to the scene, she just sits for a moment to watch. The idea of intelligent spirits in objects is nothing new to her--there is a whole family of youkai called the Tsukumogami after all. Instead she's amused, and there is a brief doggy chuff of laughter.

Don't mind the large white wolf/dog sitting and watching. Feel free to note that there are red-markings along her fur in deliberate patterns, and occasional flashes of a sky-blue disc with a sun's corona hovering over her shoulders.]

Wedge Antilles | Star Wars (Rebels Era)

[tie_ss25]

[Arrival:]
He'd just been extracted and joined up with the Rebels. He'd barely had a moment to settled down. Hobbie and Wedge were given a space to settle in and try to relax while they were in Hyperspace. There was a long road ahead of him and he had no idea when he would get this chance again, so settle in he planed to do.

Only, when someone calls for help you answer. Right? He'd moved to try and figure out who it was that was whispering, agreeing to come to help, only to find himself off ship and somewhere else completely. Stunned he stood there, looking up and around, whistling from high to low as he took it all in.

"That's a net trick..." and not one he was sure was real. A hand came to rub at his head, as if testing for a lump somewhere on it.

[Market Place:]
He was told there was a market place, where he could buy things he might need. Food or clothing or what not. Only, as he stepped through, black imperial flight suit and all, he found his boots hit cobble stone and his mind wandered to what exactly his brain must be making up now.

This was... old time. Even for some of the most behind bad backwater planets. It was strange with no electronics of any kind, but also, once again, almost clearly nothing but basic 'humans' around. A cat darted past him and a child chased after, calling for it, but Wedge continued to stand there, bewildered.

"Where... do I even start?" He said more to himself than anything, letting out a breath. He just wanted some things so he could blend in with others in the Library, and not be so... Imperial.

[Fiction Invasion:]
"Hey! No! Nooo. This is not how I want to fly!" Wedge said in displeasure to being lifted off the ground, by the back end of his flight suit and the neck of it. Pixies, several of them, having grabbed hold of him at once and someone yanked him up off the ground.

They hovered him a few feet, then slowly started to haul him up, up, and up some more. Giggling as they went. Before he knew it, his hands were grasping onto the top of a book shelf, and a moment later? He was dropped on the top of it. Dusty and high, he let out a huff and leaned over, looking down. "Tall..." He sighed, sitting on his knees and looking over.

A pixie buzzed around before his face and he huffed at it, frowning. "Thanks. A lot. I really needed a view. Except I was suppose to try and catch you." As if it would convince the pixie to get in his pocket or something. He HAD a net, but it was hanging off a completely different book shelf.

Market place

[librarian167]

"Flourish and Blotts," Flynn replied, coming up beside Wedge and staring at all the shops. "I always wanted to see what the books really said." It wasn't a hard decision at all. "Or Ollivanders. Wouldn't you like your own wand?"

Steve Rogers | MCU | Post Civil War

[howlingcaptain]

Arrival

Jolting upright in bed wasn't an unusual thing for Steve, but hearing someone whisper 'save us' as he did? Not so much. He took a deep breath, and in that time he realized that he wasn't where he'd gone to asleep.

He got to his feet in the next breath and turned, taking in his surroundings. He was overwhelmed with the same, dizzying feeling he'd gotten in Time's Square after he'd thawed out. This was... a library? He stopped turning before he got nauseous, and instead approached the reception desk, searching for some kind of information about where he was and, more importantly, how he'd gotten here. And to use that 'ring for help' bell, just in case anyone was listening.

"Hello?"



Fiction Invasion

Steve had never been one to walk away from someone in need. He couldn't do it, even when he was faced with... Pixies. It was almost laughable, but he'd taken the assignment and stepped into the fray.

It didn't take him long to realize why people were asking for help. These little things were fast, and vicious. His shirt was getting ripped up, and he could hear little laughs as he struggled to catch them without hurting them. He didn't have a net, but he had a tablecloth, and he'd just managed to catch one of the pixies with it. The real question was what to do with it? There must have been a portal or something somewhere.

It wasn't like they were the first inter-dimensional beings he'd dealt with. They weren't even the most annoying ones. "I've got one!" but it shouldn't have felt like so much of an accomplishment, he was sure.



A posse ad esse

He's staring at something, you should come talk to him!

Arrival

[cryogenics]

Bucky was just as disoriented. He didn't know where he was or how he'd gotten here. The last thing he remembered was sleep, being in the cryochamber in Wakanda. It had been the safest thing to do, the right thing to do after so many people had gotten hurt because of him. But now, instead of stasis, here he was--apparently in some kind of library.

If someone wanted him to save them, he was pretty sure they'd picked the wrong guy for the job.

He was barefoot, dressed in the white shirt and pants he'd been provided with during his medical check up before stasis, but at least he wasn't too far away when he heard a familiar voice. He rounded a corner, a little on the slow side because he was still compensating for his missing arm, and saw--

"Steve?"

Amaterasu (Ammy) | Okami

[dog_of_the_sun]

4--Non-Fiction Immersion

This was not what Ammy had expected. The place she was in reminded her of a great temple, no doubt of foreign design. She recognized that it held documents, if in a format unlike the scroll she was used to, and that it was important. There was a need here for aid and she was honored and would do her best to help.

But water and scrolls usually did not mix well unless treated properly, and she doubted the bound-format of these scrolls was suited to the moisture and invading water-life either. Time to take in her surroundings. The large white wolf (with only a glimpse of red-sacred markings or solar-disc hovering above her shoulders) wound her way through the shelves and rooms, noting who was in what puddle. Alligators and other predators were not more difficult to deal with than Imps or other enemies. Easy enough to chase them away or deter them from harming her. The larger octopi and squids were another matter, but she could avoid them.

The flying fish though? Ammy should've expected them, and yet she was taken by surprise. It was only some quick work from her celestial brush, that produced a water-spout from nearby puddle. The jet of water knocking the fish off course, as Ammy dodged to the side and gave a warning growl.

2—Market Place
Well, this was new; the food drawing Ammy's attention first via her nose. After all, she was in her canine-form. Besides, before her intervention in Nippon, food had been scarce—one did not waste an opportunity like this.
Then other smells drew her....through a passage into a new place. Such wonderful and new smells! The people, and the bustle—it was like one of the grand city's market places. Ammy was pleasantly surprised to feel an ambiance in the air, not unlike that of the belief and faith that was her life-source in many ways.
Despite how welcoming it felt to her, clearly the people were not used to a large white wolf (whom they mistook for a dog) roaming around. Nor did they seem to take time to notice the sacred red-markings or solar disc hovering over her shoulder. Discretion seemed to be a better choice than confrontation, so Ammy did her best to lurk and explore that way. Oh how she'd love to examine some of the magical artifacts though!

6—Cleaning is Necessary

Unfortunately, this great temple was greatly in need of care. Beyond simply aiding against hostile forces—it was dusty. Dust irritated her sensitive canine-nose, causing the Goddess-in-wolf's form to sneeze a few times. So she went hunting for wherever they kept the cleaning-supplies and tools.

Chatter didn't surprise her, approaching the designated closet. There was also only a moment's surprise to not find humans doing so. Were these youkai? Kami? A querying whine, to see if they understood her, as clearly these were not ordinary brooms or mops or buckets.

2

[tie_ss25]

Lurking creatures in shadows of Market Places however? That didn't seem so welcoming either. If it wasn't for the fact that Wedge had seen the ... creature before. In the Library, he might actually have been concerned.

He was used to strange markets before this one, but this really took the cake. Also, that cake looked really good. This coming from a kid who had been stuck eating Imperial nutrition for a while now. Still... everything around here looked good.

He rubbed at his nose, ignoring the sights and smells though, watching as the white and read creature moved from here to there. Some woman seemed startled by the creature and darted off, leaving Wedge to follow, keeping an eye on it for now. When someone else turned face and walked the other way, he came closer. "Hey... ah..." Crap, what race is this one? Was it a race or animal or? "Hi." He fumbled and said, looking unsure. "Need help? We're ah, both from the Library." He pointed out, as if his flight suit didn't give away that he wasn't a local.

Fourth Doctor || Classic Doctor Who

[teethncurls]

1

Well, waking up somewhere unexpected was not unexpected. Except that Four could not recall the need to actually wake up in the first place
After all, even a Time Lord would be a bit hard pressed to wake up from a near thirty story drop. Still his eyes were fluttering, his hearts were beating and his ears were picking up something interesting. "Save us? How vague."

His pale eyes open wide and he sits up, managing to remain sprawled out on the floor and the in his surroundings. "Fascinating..."

2

Best time to find out that one is in need of sweets is when a magical door opens directly in front of one's path
The Doctor stares a bit, mind racing to place where this was. Oddly enough nothing clicked but still exploring is worth it and he can already smell something sweet in the air. So do forgive the tall, oddly dressed man if he bumps into you.

1

[braveheart_clara]

She knows the face at least. She may not know him all that well, but Clara knows the faces of the Doctor. How curious. And he's sprawled out on the floor of the Library. He must have just got here. She stood near by, hands on her hips, head tilted.

"That is exactly the word I would use. Fascinating." Where the Doctor had two hears beating, she had none. Not that it was noticeable or anything. She stood there dressed in leggings and skirt, a large sweater over it all, looking comfortable, or at least she felt comfortable. Her travels with Me were on pause while she was here, which was fine for her. "Are you all right?"

Owen Grady | Jurassic World

[theraptorsquad]

[Non-Fiction Getaway~]

Oh no you don't!

[Jerking his foot out of the puddle it had been yanked into, Owen hopped backwards while glaring ruefully down into the pulled. The octopus resting inside it made a quick getaway though he could have sworn the thing looked extra pleased with itself.

Bastard.

Behind him, a soft chattering came and he glanced over his shoulder with a bit of a dry look.]

No one asked you, Blue. [The miniaturized raptor snapped her jaws and bobbed her head before darting over to peer down into the edge of the pool as Owen re-shouldered his rifle.] Careful or it might pull you in too. [As he said it, he gave the raptor a playfully bump as he stepped passed, grinning as she let out a shrill noise followed by a rumbling growl.] It was an accident, I swear. Come on. Let's make see if we can figure out which book is the source of all this mess.


[GOTTA CATCH EM ALL]

[Okay so...this was a first. Owen was familiar with what pokemon were because he had been around kids enough to know but actually seeing them? In real life? It was kind of terrifying in it's own right.

And this is coming from the guy that works with dinosaurs for a living.

Not to mention that being on the Enterprise was just kind of surreal.

He'd left Blue behind for this one and was armed with, not his rifle, but Pokeballs--what the hell is his life--the manual he'd found tucked into his back pocket as he makes his way around the space ship trying to round up the little annoyances. He'd caught a few already and it had been pretty easy, especially since they had been so sma--

Owen turned a corner just in time to get slapped in the face and chest by some rather wicked vines, his breath knocked out of him as he stumbled backwards, dropping the pokeball in his hand in the process. The Venusaur rumbled lowly as it drew it's vines back, looking extremely displeased by this entire situation.]

Great..just great... [Owen huffed out a breath then snagged the ball once more, lobbing it at the massive frog thing--only to have it batted away by a quick strike of the vines.]

Because... I had to... Pokemon fun?

[the_head_librarian]

[Where he shouldn't make too many crosses in one day, he felt the need to at least check on the situation on the Enterprise. This trip was not nearly so hard as the idea of stepping into the Death Star. Which, he by far the hardest effect on him with a rogue patron that had gone about things the wrong way. He would... have to deal with it somehow.

For now, he looked forward to dealing with someone much more pleasant. Whom... seemed to be having a difficult time with a Venusaur. Kronos did realize some were not obviously as catchable with regular pokeballs as others.]

Owen. Try this one.

[He knew the other man wouldn't expect him there. Probably would be upset he crossed over with them. But some times staying behind just didn't work out. Like in the case of one of their guests.

Regardless he threw another ball to Owen, this one colored in grey white and yellow.]

I believe it should yield better results.

Barry Allen l DCTV l ota

[give_me_a_museum]

1. Arrival

Barry had never been so rattled in his life. One second he was watching Iris get stabbed and then next he was speeding into a library. What the heck? He skidded to a stop and pulled his cowl off completely confused. "Okay I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere," he muttered as he looked around. "Hello...is anyone here...hello? I think I'm a little lost?"

2. Marketplace

This place was amazing. It was taking all Barry's willpower not to go spinning around in circles trying to look at everything. As it was he was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he took in every sight and smell. "God I wish my friends could see this this is so cool!"

Re: Barry Allen l DCTV l ota

[redarrowqueen]

(1)

Barry had not landed in her section but Thea had made it know she would greet those with ties to Team Arrow and Team Flash. So cue the healing up little brunette as she attempted to explain,"Not a wrong turn Barry." as she offered her brother's friend a hug. "Its the library, we're here to somehow help and well I'm as confused as you are." Its rather ironic given Thea's ongoing battles with her self worth.