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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
(December 17, 2023 - 2:04 pm)
(December 17, 2023 - 2:04 pm)
aaaaah yessssss new part!!!!! (still super excited with CB returning haha)
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Very nice. Appropriate, considering things in my life are not going very well and thus making me grouchy. Wait. Am I the murderer?
I guess we'll have to wait and see...
(March 7, 2024 - 9:48 pm)
YESSS!!!!! BEST NAME EVER!!!!! SCWBL!!!!!! :DDDD but noo Peri :( but great part and haha cheese :) and I mean srsly every single time I read your depictions of me it's like so surreal like I'm so friendly and outgoing love it :) for some reason I'm finding Scuttles/myself (but that just may be me still being thrown off by my cheeriness) suspicious?
(March 8, 2024 - 1:15 am)
Should I try and portray you differently? On the CB, you do seem friendly and outgoing sooo ;)
(March 8, 2024 - 1:52 pm)
No! Keep doing what you're doing, it's great!, I just love pointing that out for no reason at all, sorry haha :)
(March 8, 2024 - 7:08 pm)
I do love cheese :D
Excellent part as usual. Ptheo will make an excellent mascot for the Super Cool Winning Book Lovers. Seadragon seems a little suspicious...
Keep up the excellent writing! Did I mention this is one of my favorite ski lodges I've been in?
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(March 20, 2024 - 10:42 pm)
(Addie says /tuftp/)
(March 22, 2024 - 9:42 am)
I agree, this is one of my favorite ski lodges! :D
Nya said a word again <zoofv> I think she is making up for all the words she didn't say in the past two years lol
(March 22, 2024 - 12:46 pm)
Please don't die! This is one of my favorite lodges :)
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(April 17, 2024 - 12:28 pm)
Day 3, Part 12
Bushy Tail couldn’t sleep.
The day’s events and Peri’s statue turning had kept her awake, and so, trailing from her soft bed and out into the dim library, she decided to investigate things.
She tip-toed by the front desk, empty and silent, before making a U-turn and going to the gap in the desk. She slid behind it, and began to pad silently over to the closed door.
To be honest, BT was rather suspicious of Dewey, from what WildWolf had told the group this earlier today. All their destinies being written on books kept in Dewey’s room? That was just weird.
She quietly turned the knob, which was surprisingly unlocked, and opened it. There was a short hall, as WildWolf had described, and so Bushy Tail quietly closed the door and went to the next. This door was also unlocked, suspiciously, and so she slowly, every so slowly, opened the door.
It was lit up only by a small lap on a nightstand by the bed. And on the bed was the slumbering form of Dewey herself.
Bushy Tail froze, even though she’d known that she was, in fact, entering the librarian’s own room, but Dewey never even twitched. Thank goodness the doors were soundless.
A scratching sound drew Bushy’s attention, and there in the faint light were the books. Five were closed. Ten open. And she knew one of those ten were hers. Recording her every move. She pursed her lips and fully stepped into the room, cracking the door behind her.
She looked around, and she had to admit, she hadn’t a clue what, well, clue she was looking for to indicate anything against the cat-eared librarian. Her eyes shifted to a tall bookshelf, full of books. It seemed kind of funny since Dewey lived in an entire building of books, and basically owned all of those.
She quietly went over to the shelf, and read some of the spines.
Jason’s Story. Glory’s Story. Olivia’s Story. Story’s Tale.
These books were all people's stories. All of them. All six shelves were stuffed with them. And with a shiver of fear, Bushy Tail wondered if one day very soon, her story would be there too.
Her eye stayed on Story’s Tale. Something about that tugged a memory, something about what WildWolf had said… but she couldn’t think of it. The book was strange in itself too, sticking farther than all the others. Bushy reached up and pulled at the book, wanting it to come sliding out, but all it did was tilt forward more, and the whole shelf began to move.
BT jumped back, startled, as the shelf started to sink into the floor, and once the top of the shelf became the bottom, she could see that it seemed to be going to a whole other level. Taking a deep breath, Bushy stepped onto the top of the shelf as it continued to go under. Glancing back at the open door she’d entered, she fully disappeared under, and a tile slid into place above her, covering the hole. Only then did Bushy Tail realize that she’d cracked the door to a small slit.
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They watched from behind the couch as Bushy Tail’s eyes fell beneath the floor, and then how the hole in the floor was filled by a piece of tile. They waited a full ten minutes before creeping forward and tapped the floor piece, waited until it slipped away, then lowered themselves into the darkness.
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])
(May 24, 2024 - 2:16 pm)