The Unfinished Library

Who: All Editors
What: The Nebula Cruise Caper begins.
When: Once upon a time, in a Galaxy much like our own
Where: Casablanca Station over Riza, the Princess of Chiron, and the beachside resorts of sunny Caladan
Content warnings: Please tag any headers with CWs as needed!

( They say what they’re gonna say )

Who: The Editors
What: Back to the Library for a… pizza party?
When: At the end of After We Break
Where: The Library
Content warnings: Please place CWs in headers!


The news has spread; a god has been reborn, the Thing With Feathers now the Soaring Flame. The awake Chosen of the Thing With Feathers had the gaping wound in their soul healed, and a few others Chosen, but one big question remained- would those who were still sleeping be healed too? Would they wake up?

Days passed, and nothing happened- likely to the confusion of some of the Readers. Shouldn’t the Story be over? Would a god being revived be the end? But then, one day, there comes a loud cry from the former temple of the Advocate; the cries are carried out to the street, and then the rest of River’s End. One of the sleeping Chosen just woke up.

And then the Story ends, in a flurry of feathers of countless types, sizes and colors, some of them brightly, cheerfully aflame.

Welcome back, Editors

When the Editors are pulled back to the Library, there are a few things awaiting them. Likely first to be noticed is the giant banner hanging up in the Lobby: “Sorry, We Didn’t Expect It To Be That Bad! We Appreciate You!”

There are some cheerful balloons tied up around it, along with a post-it note stuck on one that says, “I knew it was going to be bad.” There’s a few tables with boxes of pizza and some bottles of soda, along with paper plates and napkins. A sad array of cheeseburgers and overboiled hotdogs also sit nearby, and some buns with the texture of having been microwaved. The pizza is… mediocre. A punch bowl full of something orange and vaguely lemony scented sits with icecubes bobbing in it, with a little handwritten sign of "Enjoy the nutrient slurry! It's home made!". It tastes suspiciously delicious but is difficult to define as any one flavor. And of course a sign detailing that food within the stacks is not acceptable.

The tea cart is of course present in the Lobby again, and once more there's been some ... well, changes, calling them improvements depends on taste. The tea's much too strong instead of too weak, but there's an array of sugar cubes, stale scones, a chewed-on looking box of dog biscuits, and a little bowl of umeboshi.

There's a painted sign in bright primary colors (and a bright green paw print) nailed with an actual nail to the bulletin board that reads "Join us in the Maker Space for Therapeutic Painting!" The room in question has had a space cleared out for a good half-dozen easels, and an assortment of oil and acrylic paints waiting in battered tubes that have clearly seen better days.. as have the paint brushes. But they do all work the way one expects paints to! Like most things made here, the paintings made stick around for quite a while after they're finished, and there's spaces on the walls for people to hang their paintings when they're done.

A 'Ring Bell For Service' sign sits at the help desk, but there's no bell to be found.

[Due to the resolution of the Story, any skills tagged Archivist in the skill tree cost one less skill point (minimum of 1) until the next Story. This can stack with a normal Archivist bonus!]

Who: The Assistants, and any Editors currently dead in the Story or using Exit Media Res during.
What: With the Story ongoing, there's things happening back in the Library. Like maintenance.
When: Week 2.
Where: In the library itself.
Content warnings: To Be Determined.

With most, if not all, of the Editors currently dealing with God-based mayhem, the Assistants ... are still at work. Story time just means less attention is being paid to what they're up to! So ignore the stack of carefully laid out bowling pins in front of the circulation desk, and the treadmill behind it, they mean nothing. As does the score; R, E and P are currently almost dead even.

For now, there are much better quality teas and biscuits currently sitting on the cart, still warm and fresh, as if they'd only been there for a little while. And a box of ... dog biscuits? And a little bowl of umeboshi. A Roomba is on the loose with a teacup set on top of it, making endless patterns through the stacks chasing crumbs and werewolf fur and anything else it detects.

Returning Editors, either through their untimely demise or use of Exit Media Res, may find the Safe Zone has changed again, from a pleasant woodland to a small tropical island with turquoise water, white sand beaches and warm comfortable temperatures.

The Library's not quiet in the absence of Editors, between the Roomba humming along and ... the sound of a larger vacuum cleaner somewhere in the stacks, its long cord snaking around bookshelves at lengths that defy normal power supplies.