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central_librarymods ([personal profile] central_librarymods) wrote in [community profile] central_librarylogs2015-06-30 05:32 pm

The Enchantment

Once upon a time an enchantment crept through the Library, winding through the stacks and slipping amongst the shelves. Those that were touched by this classical magic might find themselves seeing things that they had thought were impossible or finding themselves bursting into song. Some may find themselves wishing for love or adventure, perhaps even both. While others find themselves acting as vagabond or prince.

With the enchantment came a menagerie of flora and fauna, but not to worry. Gardens bloom with fanciful flowers and the darker aisles begin to resemble a forest instead of the more mundane shelves. Strange birds break up the Library's hush and mice scurry from shelf to table, whispering of lost Princesses. These woodland creatures are not to be feared... unless someone has stumbled into the more Grimm areas of the Fiction section. Although the spell is only beginning, the patrons touched by its magic may act strangely or find themselves slightly - or more than slightly - changed by the enchantment.

Remember that this is only be beginning of our Tale. Other wonders and mysteries will soon appear...


((ooc: This post is for to help get the event underway. Players can tag in to start their own mini plots and interact with others. Please treat it like a meme (action or prose depending on the players preferences) tag new people and have fun!))
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[personal profile] alec_lightwood 2015-07-01 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
No matter how much they hoped, Shadowhunters weren't immune to magic. At least not the type of magic that was cast on the patrons in the Library. At first, Alec didn't notice anything different. How could he tell what was normal and what was weird in a place where things spilled out of books? But he did start acting strangely, even if he didn't notice those changes.

He wandered off into the Fiction area, trying to set one area of the Library right like the Head Librarian has requested. His clothes looked shabby, nothing unusual with that since Alec wore his sweaters until they were ragged. After running his hands through his hair a few times, it stuck up on end as if he hadn't combed it in days. Covered in dust, he looked drab and uninteresting. Humming under his breath, he started organizing books on one of the tables, sorting them by author, barely singing a lyric or two while putting the the books on the shelf.
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[personal profile] filidough 2015-07-01 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd been wandering the library for close to an hour already and so far he'd only crossed paths with a few others. There was something about that notion that upset Fili; something that made him feel like he wasn't doing his job.

Which was odd. Extremely odd actually.

But he refused to stop searching and it seemed to pay off as he found himself in the presence of a young man that was definitely looking worse for the wear. It brought a gentle frown to the dwarf's face and he approached, making sure the other would be able to hear him as he did.

"Anything I can do to help, good sir?"
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[personal profile] alec_lightwood 2015-07-05 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It was weird that Alec didn't notice that he wasn't alone. Shadowhunters were trained to be watchful of their surroundings and after years of hunting with Jace, he knew better than to be inattentive. But he was caught up in his cleaning and with daydreams of leaving the Institute.

Which was a strange thought that caused him to set down the book he'd been dusting. He had left the Institute. He'd been living with Magnus before they'd arrived at the Library. Why had he thought that he needed to leave?

When Alec heard a voice, he thought it was weird that he didn't react like he should have. If someone he hadn't known had snuck up on him before, he would have been reaching for one of his blades. Instead, he smiled at the stranger even while wondering why he wasn't more worried by what was happening.

For a moment, he began to say that he could use help with some of the broken shelves but the words turn into something he didn't expect. "Thank you, but princes should not clean. That's servants' work."

Why did he say that? He doesn't normally talk that way and why did Alec call him a prince?

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[personal profile] magnus_bane 2015-07-05 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Not that he didn't already have immaculate posture (not really, actually), but he found himself standing with perfect precision and walking in quite the long perfected gait of royalty. Ha. Royalty. That was kind of funny to imagine when you had a father like he did. Not that he wanted to think about him right now.

Of course, he wasn't all that surprised that he found his lover among the books. Alec liked books more than he did. Magnus just liked them better somedays than others. Leaning an elbow on a shelf, his lips curled into a small smirk as he let his golden eyes follow Alec around the room.

The scruffiness was just... so endearing every time. Since when did he accept such a mode of dress in his partners, he didn't know. But Alec would always be different to him. Alec well...

"I don't believe I've ever heard you sing, handsome. Something new you are trying?"
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[personal profile] alec_lightwood 2015-07-05 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The task of cleaning combined with the snatches of songs that drifted through his thoughts kept him from noticing Magnus at first. Consciously at least. Part of him always knew when his lover was nearby, happiness warm in his chest as he moved toward Magnus.

After a few steps he realized that he was a mess, covered in dust and... Running a hand through his hair, he wondered how he'd picked up ashes when there was no sign of a fire anywhere in the room. Magnus shouldn't see him like this. It wasn't right. He should...

That smirk stopped that thought. Magnus didn't care how he looked. He never had, not really. He might like blue eyes and black hair but that wasn't what was important.

"I guess so? I didn't realize I was." He'd been so busy with the books that he hadn't noticed. Maybe he'd started since he missed having his iPod. Grinning at his boyfriend, Alec wiped his palm against his jeans to clean it before taking Magnus' hand. "I'm not great at it but if you promise not to dump me if I'm off key, I'll sing for you."

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[personal profile] runestone_promise 2015-07-01 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Why did he have a crown? It had not been among the things that had accompanied him to the Library. He would have remembered something of such beauty. The metal shone like mithril and the stones reminded him of the ones the Elven king had demanded. He had not seen such a thing among his uncle's treasure and he would have known if it was in his pack, but there it had been, glimmering softly against the tunic he had been searching for.

As he lifted it up to study the piece, he felt an odd compulsion that caused him to shove the crown into his pack and sling the bag onto his shoulder. He had to find somewhere to hide. He had to find some safe place for the treasure he'd found. He couldn't let anyone take the crown from him.
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[personal profile] filidough 2015-07-01 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Unlike his brother, Fili hadn't found himself in possession of any new items--just yet--though even if he had acquired some new things he wouldn't know about them. The older dwarf had been far too busy exploring the library and making sure no one was in need of his help, offering aid to anyone he happened across if they seemed to be in need of it.

And for some reason he kept thinking about Elrohir but that...well. He wasn't going to dwell on that too much.

Even if the other had stunning eyes and beautiful hair--

No. Bad.

Shaking his head a bit to clear his thoughts, Fili rounded a corner as he continued to search for his brother, spotting the other just as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Kili!"
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[personal profile] runestone_promise 2015-07-02 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
The sound of his brother's voice caused him to pause, glancing down guiltily at the pack and its strange prize. For a moment, different impulses warred against each other. The crown should remain hidden. It was his. It had been in his pack so it belonged to him but... Was this like the dragon sickness? He had never felt drawn to treasure before.

"Brother, I was about to go exploring." The words should have sounded not have sounded guilty. They were the truth. He had been planning to search the Library, but for a hiding place for the crown, not to learn more about this strange realm. "I - Have you noticed anything strange?" He almost mentioned the crown but he could not seem to find his voice when he tried, which worried him more the crown being in his pack. Why would he not trust his brother with his find?

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[personal profile] give_me_a_museum 2015-07-01 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry knew nothing of real magic, to him science itself was just magic you could explain with numbers and data. So when he started humming while he shelved books he didn't really consider anything wrong right away. He did think it was weird that he was humming classical music since his tastes ran more toward Bruno Mars instead of Mozart.

Then there was the fact that sharp pointy things kept showing up where ever he was. Pencils, pins and once a needle that looks like Jigsaw would have enjoyed using it. "Okay now things might be getting weird," Barry muttered as he carefully set the wicked looking thing aside.
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[personal profile] theraptorsquad 2015-07-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Owen had been in the process of tracking an animal who seemed to be making a mess of certain areas in the library though he had yet to catch a glimpse of it. The few clues he'd found led him to believe it was a big cat of some sort but it was hard to say, considering just about anything could have come out of one of the books.

It had fur, though, which at least meant it wasn't a dinosaur, something he was definitely okay with.

A loud crash sent the huntsman trainer running, skidding around one of the shelves as he grabbed a hold of it to swing himself down the next isle--

Only to practically slam right into Barry.

"Shit!"
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[personal profile] give_me_a_museum 2015-07-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)

Barry reacted faster then a normal human would have grabbing the guy and then one of the shelves to brace himself before they both fell over. Thank you super speed... "Hey," he yelped, "give a guy a little warning next time okay." He looked the guy over, he didn't think he'd met him yet."You okay there?"

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Owen | OTA~

[personal profile] theraptorsquad 2015-07-01 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
So the library was a strange place. Owen had known that from the moment he found himself in the damn building. There was a whole lot of mystery to it and lots of weird happenings--he was hesitant to call it magic since he was still a bit unsure that he believed in such a thing but it was hard to deny that there was something supernatural to the going ons.

Things had been getting even stranger as of late, though.

Owen had been keeping himself busy with doing what he could to help the Librarian, keeping tabs on certain areas of the library that he noted were more troublesome than others and making sure that the Librarian himself didn't over do it. It almost felt like being back at Jurassic World, what with the way he had to monitor everything and all, and that thought--oddly enough--made him more comfortable in the library. But there was one area in particular that he'd found himself wandering through as of late and that was the non-fiction section.

Particularly because of the animals.

In fact, the trainer could be found lounging on a makeshift seat made of books, flipping through the pages of a heavy volume that he had propped against the fox sleeping in his lap as various other animals that had escaped the books wandered about.
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[personal profile] enlightenedfeline 2015-07-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
It was Owen's concern for the Head Librarian that had ultimately won the Cat's respect. The fact that the man had seemed to accept the Non-Fiction Librarian's form had helped but having someone who could help the Cat care for his oldest friend...

That deserved a reassessment of human nature. Or the nature of some humans.

The Cat was rather pleased that Owen had chosen non-fiction for his exploration. Many preferred the fantasies that hid in the realms of fiction than the facts that became reality in his own area.

Watching Owen from one of the higher shelves, he set down the parcel he had been carrying, spitting out the taste of fabric before leaping down to a lower shelves, staying away from the animals that have decided to keep Owen company. "It seems that you've made some friends."
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[personal profile] theraptorsquad 2015-07-05 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew that something--or someone--had approached but he hadn't bothered to look up, none of the animals around him seeming that bothered by the newcomer's presence. In fact, he didn't even pause in his reading until the other spoke and the familiar voice made him grin a bit, glancing up to where the Cat had situated himself.

"Yeah, I guess so. They just sort of followed me around--especially this girl," he mused as he ran a hand down the fox's back, setting his book aside for the time being. The fox's tail flicked and it's eyes cracked open just the slightest bit, a content look about the creature before she promptly drifted off again.

Too content to be bothered for long it seemed.

"How are things with you today?"

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Okay... I am just... no sorry and Elrohir HATES me.

[personal profile] elrohir_elrondion 2015-07-05 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhere since he arrived, he did the strangest of things. He started leaving all of his weapons and armor in his place near Glorfindel and Ecthelion. He did not nead it. Why should he need weapons? The idea sounded absolutely silly. Now that should have tipped him off that something was terribly wrong with himself... he never left without his weapons.

He hated cleaning, too. And singing in front of people. Yet all of that seemed non-existent now.

Something he regretted as he ran through the library much like a maiden would from the giant bugbear stampeding after him. "I did not mean to wake you!" He called out frantically as he rounded a corner and maybe he had put some space between them, but he ended up tripping and tumbling across the floor causing many little animals to scuffle out of his way and then surround him again looking very concerned.

He smiled at them apologetically for startling them. "Forgive me..." He heard the growl of the creature and looked around in fear only to see Owen. "Do you think it will find me here?"
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asjdbajsbda Poor Elrohir xD

[personal profile] theraptorsquad 2015-07-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
At first, Owen didn't realize what was going on. A few of the animals had scattered but he had chalked it up to their general skittish nature. It wasn't until the fox on his lap woke up and let out a particular distressed rumble of a growl that the man paused in his reading, glancing down with a slight frown.

"What's up--" Whatever he'd been about to ask, in full, was cut off by the sudden appearance of someone that went tumbling onto the floor, an act which sent all the animals scattering--including his fox.

He immediately set the book aside and made to get up and help the other only to find himself freezing at the sound of that growl. For a moment he almost feared a dinosaur had gotten loose but no, no that sound wasn't right. Owen had no idea what it, in fact, was, but it definitely wasn't a dinosaur.

"..No idea, but we probably shouldn't stick around to find out," he admitted, moving again and offering a hand to help the other up. "Come on."

PRECIOUS DAMSEL

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At first she had not noticed it. Her hair had always been long, so when it grew past her waist, she had not thought it all that odd. Then it reached her knees, then only an hour later, her ankles. Before she knew it, her hair had grown far longer than she could ever had imagined. When it caught on a shelf, she started to grow alarmed.

Suddenly she felt the need to hide. Someone might want her seemingly magical hair for their own purposes. She had to get away.

The logical part of her mind knew she was being ridiculous, and the real problem was that her hair had gotten so long at an alarming rate, but for some odd reason, she felt the need to protect it.

That was when she found the ladder. It seemed logical that she should hide somewhere high up, so she climbed, finding a little room at the top. It was cozy, and she imagined she could keep safe here, and so she kicked the ladder away. It would not be impossible to reach, but it would be difficult. Yes, this would do. It would be safe here.

With a sigh she set about cleaning her new quarters. Night would come soon. Perhaps there would be a way to see the stars. She still longed to see them, despite her need to keep safe.
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[personal profile] elrohir_elrondion 2015-07-02 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Elrohir did not 'frolic'. He was a warrior that fought orcs and hunted them to the ends of the earth. And yet... the sight of a bird flitting by seemed to call to him until he ran along after it laughing at the twittering sounds it made. How did a bird make it into the Library? It mattered not. No, just the fun pursuit that had him following after the feathered creature.

However, he suddenly stopped as the bird climbed higher and twirled until it lighted on a rail up high. "Why do you hide from me, small one? Is something up there you wish me to see?"

Grinning, he did not realize the bird was there to see the one hiding up above.

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[personal profile] runestone_promise 2015-07-02 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
The pull of the crown was strange. Treasure was not something that had ever captured Kili's thoughts but as he searched the Library, its safety preyed upon his mind. He had to keep it even as part of him wondered why it was so important to keep it safe.

Eventually, he heard something... faint but growing louder. It almost sounded as if someone was pursuing him. His hand caught at the pack that bounced against his hip. For some reason he did not confront this enemy, choosing to flee instead of facing whoever chased him.

Running between the shelves and leaping over piles of books, he caught sight of a room above. From that height he could hide or, if necessary, defend the crown. Making sure that the pack's strap was secure, he began climbing up the shelves, looking over his shoulder for some sign of whoever was behind him. Finally reaching the railing, Kili pulled himself over, stumbling a few steps backward as he tried to catch a glimpse of his pursuers before realizing that he should make sure that the room was safe.

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[personal profile] iamthelibrarian 2015-07-09 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so maybe this wasn't Flynn's library, but it was still freaking awesome if you asked him. He spent most of his time exploring the different sections of the library. Today, he found himself in the fiction section, and when he picked up a book, something strange happened.

Little town, it's a quiet village..... everyday like the one before...

HE began to sing, and suddenly he could picture the village in France with such clarity.
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[personal profile] alec_lightwood 2015-07-10 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Despite the strange impulse to clean, Alec did take breaks occasionally to look around the Library. Occasionally he pulled a book from a shelf and skimmed through it, if it seemed like a safe subject. He was still raggity looking, covered in soot and dirt except for where he'd carefully wiped his hands clean before picking up the book.

Looking up from the pages, he stared at the other patron for a moment, surprised that someone else had ended up singing like he had earlier. That was strange but the thought didn't really connect. Instead, he hummed along, proving music of sorts for the song that he was pretty sure was familiar thanks to days spent babysitting Izzy.
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Better late then never?

[personal profile] honest_axe 2015-07-13 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
Abraham has not been social. He's not been around the others as much as he should be. He's exploring. There is a job to be done and he intends to do it. But as things start to change he has to wonder if there is something more... mystical going on. A book enchantment? Is that what they are here to clean up? It boggles the mind, honestly.

At the moment he can be found, resting in fiction, axe propped up beside him near a shelf, his feet bent over roots of a tree in a garden or fest that has sprouted up. In truth he looks like he fits here, though his Russian WWII uniform is slightly off color to a woodsmen, he still looks as if he could chop wood with the best of them.

The man sits there for a break, writing down words in his paper journal. It looks as if it's half filled and he's still working on it. If one was to peek they might see a sentence like:

It truly boggles the mind to find earth and forests among trees. To reach out and grace finger tips over bark and realize just how real it all feels. And here I thought my life could get no stranger. I know I've said that before in these pages, but today just underlines the statement. I--

He paused, not moving, just staring, stiff like tin for the moment, though really he was just deep in thought. Emotions started to flair more lately. And that in itself was weird.

If anyone bothered him at this moment, it would take him a moment to snap out of his thoughts.
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Despite her affliction that drives her to dance, Nako's been doing her best to try and clean up as normal. As she's making her rounds, she stumbles upon this little scene. An axe might normally send her running for the hills, but the man nearby seems rather calm. Nako tiptoes forward, stopping just short of peeking over his shoulder.

"U-um, excuse me... What are you writing?"

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[personal profile] kappagirl 2015-07-14 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Nako doesn’t tend to have the most sanguine of personalities, as her few friends back home could attest to. But for some reason, she feels a whole lot like dancing today. While she's doing her best to try to work, she finds herself weaving through the shelves all over the library instead. She flails her arms in a freestyle stroke--that's dancing, right?

Watch out for flailing, wandering limbs--because she's sure not watching where she's going.
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Taking in the current state of the Library, he felt a bit of worry. Things were changing. From the strange apple tree suddenly sprouting from a wall of books to the toadstools in fiction. He knew he could not warn the patrons, but he was beginning to feel a bit nervous about it as the spread seemed to be going faster than he imagined.

Frustrated enough, that he for once, missed the oncoming girl as she collided with him. Instantly catching her, he steadied Nako on her feet and smiled just a little. He could feel the spirit of a character upon her... but to his chagrin he could not warn her. "Good day, Nako... I see you are in good spirits?"

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