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Booklyn~ A Library
Booklyn~ A Library Lodge
The cover was hard-backed, and it was painted a nice green color. The spine was stiff, and the pages had that smell that only brand new, just-off-the-shelf-smell books had. The pages were white, and had rough edges to give it an olden appearance. There were no words on the pages, blank landscapes page after page. The cover had golden words written in cursive on it, and it spelled out; Booklyn: A place to write your own tail
For some reason, 'tail' replaced 'tale', which didn't make much since, but it didn't really matter all that much. On the title page, the only page with writing, had the publishing date, which read now. Below that, in smaller writing, were the words, Curious? You are my type of person. Tap HERE to learn more.
Once the word HERE was tapped, the air above the open book stuttered, and from the page a hologram appeared. It was of a lady, and though her features were blurred, anyone could see her dark skin, her short, crazy curly hair, and bright, happy eyes. Her teeth were blindingly white, even in this recording, as she smiled and began to speak.
Greetings, fellow book lover. I am The Librarian, and I am inviting you, whomever you are, to join me for a week here in my library. This place is a time to think, relax, read, and be inspired to write stories and poems. I sincerely hope you come, and I will welcome you with open arms. Toodles!
The hologram paused, and then the book flipped to the next page on it's own accord. Now, instead of a white page, a form appeared in that familiar golden writing.
FORM
Name:
Pronouns:
Appearance (please include your usual attire):
Personality:
Do you write, or read more?:
Do you like a bunch of snacks throught the day with a few meals here and there, or just three, maybe four solid meals?:
Did dinosaurs exist?:
Do you believe in a higher power?:
*Offers you two pieces of chocolate* Milk or dark?:
Do you mind sleeping near somebody (or several somebodies?):
Why are you joining this lodge?:
Other:
A golden pen with the same golden ink appears on the page. Like any book, the story can continue, or the book can be shut and put away. Whatever happens, always remember, the chose is YOURS.
If you haven't realized by now, this is a ski lodge. There will be no gore, blood, or explicit violence. This lodge will begin on the 1st of January, and no AEs, OCs, or CAPTCHAs. CBers only, and there is a 20 person limit (but I doubt it will get that high. Whatever number of people that have joined by the 1st will be that much. The spots will close regardless of filling all 20 spots or not). Feel free to guess me! Toodles!
submitted by The Librarian, age Creation, writing my world on paper
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(January 23, 2024 - 3:58 pm)
This is a really great ski lodge and I love the scene with WildWolf and the stories. (Also the reference to me interrogating Harrison...definitely what I'd do in that situation).
(January 23, 2024 - 7:19 pm)
Why is the book closed? Is Harrison actually telling the truth? What's going on with Dewey? Is the book closed becuase Dewey doen'st want anyone seeing her story? Am I gonna die in that room? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONSSSS
(January 24, 2024 - 12:27 pm)
Day 3, Part 10
The Librarian
“Dewey, Paige is missing,” Story pawed at her sister’s arm.
Dewey glanced up, slightly sleepy like, emerging from a book as one would from sleep. “Hmm?”
Paige is missing, I lost her,” Story said, a bit whiny.
Dewey eyeballed her sister, then smirked. “You should keep track of your stuff, then.”
“Deweyyyyy, please?” Story made puppy eyes at her.
Staring at her, Dewey considered. She did enjoy making more toys- but then again, Story should learn to be more responsible.
“Please?”
Dewey smiled begrudgingly. “Oh, alright. Fine. What do you want?”
Story jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oooh, oooh, make a little girl! One like, like, like ME!”
Dewey placed a hand on her sister’s arm. “Okay, calm down! You know it’s easier for me when I have quiet.”
Story settled down, staring with wide eyes at Dewey’s hands expectantly.
Taking a deep breath, Dewey closed her eyes. She put both her hands in front of her, making a bowl with her palms.
Think.
A small girl, with big wide eyes, standing, most likely, and a large smile.
Feel.
The small body, heavy and smooth in her palm.
Imagine.
Making it real, thoughts coming true.
Dewey opened her eyes and stared at her palm, watching her palm light up silver. Then, with a tickle, a golden figure appeared in her palms, and the silver light dimmed away. She held the toy up to her sister, and Story took it with reverence.
“I’m going to learn how to do that one day,” she announced, looking over her identical toy to herself.
“I’m sure you will,” Dewey acknowledged. “Anything you want to do, it can happen, here in Booklyn. Keep practicing! Remember: Think, feel, imagine.”
“Rrrright,” Story saluted, and then skipped off. “Thank you so much!”
Dewey smiled, and then settled back into her book. She did like creating things like that.
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WildWolf looked the page over. Proof, wasn’t it? This Dewey in the story made golden figures with pure imagination. True, it wasn’t real people, but she could certainly use the same concept… right?
WildWolf stared at her own hand. Could she try too? What was it first? Think. WildWolf thought before she felt and then imagined. Looking closely at her palm, she saw a faint glowing color. She focused harder, and the light got brighter, a cheery yellow color. WildWolf gasped, and the light flickered, and then went out. She sat in stunned silence. Then, over at the table of books, she heard a slight noise. She glanced over, but didn’t see anything different. So she turned back to her hand.
Just as she shook her hand to warm up to try again, she heard a door slam. Jumping to her feet, WildWolf quickly put the book back on the mantle, before making a wild dive over the couch and rolling underneath the bed. She lay there on her stomach in dusty silence, her heart in her throat. The clacking of footsteps could be heard in the hall, then the turning of the doorknob.
WildWolf groaned inwardly. Even if Dewey (for of course, that’s who it would be) didn’t notice that she was under the bed, all Dewey had to do was look at her story, and see the pen writing every thought going through WildWolf’s head, every action.
Peeking between the crack of the sheets hanging down and the floor, she saw the book pattern feet walking quickly across the room, to the long table. She heard a slight sigh, and then the feet turned around and walked out of the room. The door closed.
WildWolf could hardly believe her luck. Dewey hadn’t called her out, obviously hadn’t seen her story. She waited a few moments longer before rolling back out from under the bed, before getting to her feet. She glanced around the room, then went to the table of books to see why Dewey had come over. She survade it, then froze. One of the 15 books was gone, and it wasn’t one that had previously been shut.
“Oh, Peri,” WildWolf murmured in distress.
Dead: 5 (Moon Wolf, Cillian, Marin, Endless Parodies [Parody], Periwinkle [Peri])
Alive: 10 (CelineBurningBright [Celine], WildWolf, Hex, pangolin, Eclipse, Scuttles, Silver Crystal [Silver], Seadragon, Bushy Tail [BT, Bushy])
(January 26, 2024 - 9:03 pm)
nOoOoO pErIiIi DX
...how am i not dead? XD
(January 26, 2024 - 9:33 pm)
oh noes Peri!! I rlly love this so far! :D
(January 26, 2024 - 10:19 pm)
WildWolf yet lives! I wonder if she'll make it out... And teaches the other CBers to do the imagining thing! That would definitely give them a leg up in staying alive.
(January 28, 2024 - 1:08 pm)
Caught up with this and oh no I'm dead!! But this is so good though!
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(February 9, 2024 - 8:22 am)
I am REALLY sorry about the long wait! I've been really busy, only popping on for brief things. I'm not oh-so bussy now, hope to post the next part soon, and thanks to whoever's been topping this!
(February 10, 2024 - 7:30 pm)
(February 13, 2024 - 9:21 am)
Day 3, Part 11
WildWolf managed to slip into the library from the hall behind the desk unnoticed, as all were focused on the periwinkle colored cover and the small statue.
Once WildWolf was around the desk, she got a good look at the figure. Peri was standing, caught in the middle of a laugh, arms folded across her chest.
“How’d it go,” Celine murmured in her ear.
“Not now,” WildWolf whispered back. “What happened?”
“Supposedly strangled,” Celine muttered back. “Terrible. Lyric is really sad about it all- she said that she and Peri had been walking between shelves, and then Peri had decided to head back, and Lyric went on to the cozy section. When she came back, well, Dewey had already found Peri’s statue, and Lyric was in quite a shock.”
WildWolf looked over heads to look for Lyric, finding her near the desk with her arm around herself. She looked very anxious, more than usual, and seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the small glint of gold that was left of the delightful Peri. She sighed, but it was resigned. She almost expected that everyone was going to turn to gold, as though Midas was on rampage.
“Now we’re four,” Celine said sadly. “We should recruit another for our searches.”
Everyone was starting to back away. Curious locals had started to come over to see what was going on, reminding everyone that they were currently not the only folk here.
WildWolf went with Celine back to the table they had occupied but an hour before, though it felt like years ago. BT came with Lyric trailing behind and both girls sat at the table. Celine took one look at Lyric and said instantly, “Do you want to not do this?”
Lyric opened her mouth, tried to say something, then hesitated. She shook her head.
“Alrighty, then,” Celine splayed her hands on the table, “Who should we invite in?”
“Seadragon,” Lyric volunteered at once, “She was investigating Harrison before we-” she broke off.
“Sounds good,” Celine swiveled in her seat, and waved wildly at Seadragon, who was on the second level above their heads. WildWolf was impressed that Celine had found her quickly, as though she could track them with her mind.
Seadragon looked annoyedly down at the group. Celine merely smiled and waved her down. Seadragon stared at the group, giving an evil eye that WildWolf could see even from a level down. Undeterred, Celine stared back. Finally, Seadragon threw her hands up, disappeared from the railing, and appeared next to the table a few moments later.
“What,” she growled.
“Well, we have a bit of an investigation groupie going on, and we were hoping you’d join,” Celine explained. “Plus, if you join, all our initials together will be SCWBL, which can stand for Super Cool Winning Book Lovers! If you don’t join, we won’t be super!”
WildWolf shoved down a grin. She’d have been sold with that name if she hadn’t been wanting to find the person with the golden touch.
Seadragon managed to look both disgusted and bored. “Um, no. I work ALONE.” And she turned and left as quickly as she’d come.
Celine blew hair out of her face. “That worked.”
“We could ask someone else to join,” Bushy ventured.
“I mean, yeah, but Seadragon seems to have the same agenda soooo…” Celine glanced around.
“Hey, you needed another member for something?”
WildWolf jumped and turned in her seat. Scuttles smiled pleasantly behind her.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” WildWolf said. “Investigation.”
“Why did Seadragon turn down the spot?” Scuttles checked.
“She works alone, apparently, and I don’t think she liked our name,” Celine admitted.
“Why, what’s the name?” Scuttles asked curiously.
“Well, it’d be our initials put together and made into something else, and it’d work the same with you. Super Cool Winning Book Lovers,” BT explained. “It’s kind of cheesy. No offense, Celine.”
Scuttles instantly dragged a chair over and sat down at the table. “I love cheese.”
WildWolf found herself smiling despite herself. Scuttles would be just what they all needed.
“And Ptheo can be our mascot!” Scuttles obviously thought that was a big plus.
Celine laughed. “Perfect. You’re in! WildWolf, tell us what you found!”
Dead: 5 (Moon Wolf, Cillian, Marin, Endless Parodies [Parody], Periwinkle [Peri])
Alive: 10 (CelineBurningBright [Celine], WildWolf, Hex, pangolin, Eclipse, Scuttles, Silver Crystal [Silver], Seadragon, Bushy Tail [BT, Bushy])
New part for new start! Hope y'all are still around :)
(March 7, 2024 - 7:34 pm)