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Little Lost Library
This is a reboot of a story I wrote when I was quite new to the CB. It was inspired by "Daydreams Cafe" by Miss Plum. Eventually this story kind of died but I never got to finish it so I thought I might reboot it. I will pull some things from the original into this, of course. I had lots of help from other CBers in building this library--to anybody who took part in that process, thank you. Let it be known that you are an official Dreamer ;) here's what I think is the link to the orginal Little Lost Library. You can meet the old versions of some characters if you'd like, and get caught up on what's going on. http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/469530
Now, let us begin! To join this, respond in a roleplay form, like "I pull a book off a bookshelf and sink into a beanbag."
Mist and fog surrounds you. You can hardly see two feet ahead! Confused and cold, you walk forward. You cannot remember where you were before you got here. All you feel is the wind against you back, and you can sometimes make out a few trees--is this a forest?
Then, you see it.
A tall, tower-like building made of clean red bricks stands in front of you. Big, wood oak doors seem to be urging you to come in. An old looking sign on the verge of falling over is next to the building, labeling it as "The Little Lost Library."
Who would put a library in the middle of the woods? You think. You're suspicious of this strange place, this strange wood, strange building. But what other choice have you got? None. You reach out and turn the golden door knob to enter the Little Lost Library.
submitted by Periwinkle, age Pi, The Little Lost Library
(January 14, 2022 - 5:50 pm)
(January 14, 2022 - 5:50 pm)
Sorry to bother, but how do you start a RP? I can't figure it out.
(January 16, 2022 - 8:19 pm)
Sorry to bother, but how do you start a RP? I can't figure it out.
To start a new thread, click in the box near the top left that says "Click here to talk _____"
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(January 16, 2022 - 8:19 pm)
(January 19, 2022 - 5:08 pm)
Quick question, do I say something simple like "I just walk in," or do more elaborate stuff? Are all CBers this one person? Should I describe the library or leave that up to you?
(January 26, 2022 - 9:09 am)
Make it as simple as you like. Describe the library! All CBers are separate people. Please leave new characters (except for other CBers) up to me. Other than that, the library is very much yours!
(February 4, 2022 - 6:36 pm)
You pull the door open, blinking at the sudden light. It's a giant room, filled with SO MANY BOOKS. You could read for decades, and still never finish. The tall wooden shelves extend way post your head. You see a ceiling painted like the night sky overhead, silver stars sparkling. The books call to you, the smell of fresh paper greets you.
You climb onto a ladder. The ladder starts moving, and you grip the edge, startled. It mooves smoothly, almost like you're flying. You close your eyes, and suddenly, you are. This library is a place of imagination, you realise. Thoughts have unusual power here.
The ladder stops in front of a shelf. You've levitated up. Whoa, you breathe. A small blue-and-purple book that looks like it's made of dragonskin pokes it's spine out of the shelf. As if in a dream, you reach for it. Septimus Heap Book One: Magyk, the title reads. You grasp it tightly, and the ladder levitates you higher.
Soon you reach the ceiling, and notice a small nook tucked into the corner beams. It is filled with navy beanbags and the stars above light up the small space. You swing yourself into a beanbag, and open your book.
--> I hope this is okay, I wasn't sure exactly how to start.
(February 1, 2022 - 5:21 pm)
I apologize for the lack of clarity, I posted a response to Tsuki's questions but it never showed up...
For future reference, the idea of the story is that you are in it, so you can write in first person. I will write in second person when I'm here, because of reasons. XD it really makes no sense but it's fun, I promise!
I love your idea that the library is a place of imagination. I'm excited to begin!
(February 4, 2022 - 6:33 pm)
(February 4, 2022 - 1:37 pm)
June hummed to herself as she ran her fingers around the shelves.
"Hey, look at this one, August! August?"
June turned around to look for her twin brother, who had, unsurprisingly, disappeared.
"August."
"Hm?"
A boy in a black hoodie and jeans came floating towards June, surrounded by books, and she sighed.
"August, we're supposed to stay together."
"Well, yes, but look what I found!"
He held up a very big book--about stars and space and Neptune and other boring stuff. August was very into that kind of thing--June was not. But it was nice to see the way his eyes lit up. The hood on his dark hoodie was even down, revealing his messy blonde hair and freckled face. The library was working its magic, just as The Librarian had said it would. August was healing.
June felt a good amount of hope until she noticed that a lot of the books were about cancer. August had become obessed with the disease, spending hours in his room doing all types of complicated math. He had always loved nonfiction, but it seemed reality had taken its toll on him.
"Aug..." June reached out for one of the books, titled How We're Working to Find a Cure.
August jutted his chin. "I'm just looking," he claimed. June frowned, but didn't press further. Instead she looked back at the shelves and pulled out a book. When she turned back around, August and his books had gone.
(February 4, 2022 - 6:59 pm)
I suddenly look up from my book. I thought I heard voices... though now I'm not so sure. Looking around for a bookmark, nothing happens. I imagine one instead. A fancy golden bookmark appears, exactly how I imagined it. Hmmm, I think. I wonder if it would work for anything... I imagine a bookshelf right next to me, making it neon green. I concentrate. Nothing happens. I guess imagination only works before a certain size. Oh well.
I hear the voices again. Conversation, two voices. I step onto the sliding ladder waiting for me, and let it carry me down, down, down. I reach the floor. Someone in the fiction section. They look slightly downcast, like the hope has suddenly left them. They don't notice me appear.
"Hi," I say quietly, not wanting to disturb them.
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I hope the power of imagination is okay. I limited it so it wasn't too powerful.
(February 10, 2022 - 2:13 pm)
You're doing great, Hex! Thanks so much for being part of this RP :D
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The girl in the fiction section looks up at you, and perks up.
"Hi! I'm June! Welcome to the Little Lost Library!"
"I thought I heard two voices..." You say.
"Oh," says June. "Yeah, I was talking to my brother, August, but he wandered off. He does that sometimes... Been a little spacey since..." Her voice trails off, and she stares off into space for a moment before shaking her head a little. She has long blonde hair, a freckled face, brown eyes, and is wearing a blue sweater and leggings. She smiles again. "Well, anyway, is there anywhere you want to go? I know a lot about this place. There's a sweet cafe not too far from here, actually. River makes the best cookies! So what do you say?"
(February 11, 2022 - 7:28 pm)
I stare up at the old building, excitement pushing my fears aside. A library, an old, mysterious library in the forest! It's beautiful...
It's strange...
It's scary...
I rest my hand on the golden doorknob, and hesitate for only a second more.
I'm going in.
Inside, it's just as beautifully strange as outside. It's more cozy than frightening, as well. And the books! Books farther than the eye could see. Every book I'd ever want to read is here, every book anyone'd ever want to read is here. There are cushions in the corners, the floor is wood and cottage-like, and it smells faintly of pine trees. It has all the charm of something old and rusted, yet it was clean, and the books have no ripped pages or desintigrating covers.
I rush to the nearest shelf and am fingering through a particularly interesting one when I hear faint voices.
(February 13, 2022 - 2:54 pm)