𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ▣ the library

[saltburnmods]

THE LIBRARY

The Library is OPEN
The Library is an entity with a seemingly endless reach where knowledge and collection are concerned. It's a great tool to get what you want in theory, when it feels like being useful. Oftentimes it doesn't, or will demand something else in return. If too many requests come in, the Library will close for awhile, so we can play catch up.

Additionally, mods respond to the Library requests TWICE A MONTH. Keeping that in mind, Library requests should not be time sensitive, or important for plot motion.

UPDATE 11/16: for ease's sake we've enforced these rules to keep the Library more streamlined:

1. No weapons
2. No pets
3. No vehicles
4. There is no need to request books (unless they're specialty titles from a character's world, or you want a reaction from the Library). Whatever title or topic they're looking for, the Library seems to draw them to the right shelf.

To start, have your character fill out this request card at the Library's pneumatic tube:


<div style="width:40%;padding:20px 20px; border:5px dotted #f3ab51;"><span style="font-size:12px; font-family:baskerville; text-transform:uppercase;"><b>YOUR NAME:</span></b> <span style="font-size:12px; font-family:baskerville; text-transform:uppercase;"><b>LINK TO SUBMISSION COMMENT:</b></span> only applicable for people cashing in a reward, otherwise delete this line <span style="font-size:12px; font-family:baskerville; text-transform:uppercase;"><b>YOUR REQUEST:</span></b> </div>

Comments

[smudgy]

YOUR NAME: jinx!!!!!!!!
YOUR REQUEST:
please please please can i have me and nami’s sex tape 📼💋

i’ll play it for u out here if ur into that 🩵
or make a new one and put it up the tube 💦💦💦

[restored]

[Daughter!!

Oh look, that sure is Bucky's first genuine smile in months. Don't mind him disappearing off with his goat child for a few days. Got to get her settled in.

But, a few days later, there's another note. One that just says-]

You've got no idea how much this means to me. Whatever you need, it's yours. From now until the day you send me home.

Thank you for bringing her back.

Bucky

reward/request

[homosexuals]

YOUR NAME: Hawkins Fuller
LINK TO SUBMISSION COMMENT: it's in a disco w shari this is from ye olde first days before rewards were changed
YOUR REQUEST:
[hawk hesitates for a minute, despite his otherwise weird sense of fondness for the library and yes, even the balfours, though rosie is still his favorite.]

Hi. Been awhile.

I guess I've been feeling sentimental - but what are the chances I could get a copy of Tim's old photo album?

You know, the first time we...well, you get the idea, but he whipped it out right after and walked me through the whole tree. Aunt Bridget, the nun, Uncle Daniel, the priest, Uncle Ronald - resident sinner of the family. I told him I was probably helping contribute to him taking over that title.

Anyway, if you've got anything like that lying around - I think he'd like it. And we only made it halfway, so I'd like it too.

Thanks.

[scone]

YOUR NAME: Sanji
LINK TO SUBMISSION COMMENT: link
YOUR REQUEST: I want the idiot mosshead's sword. Another one.

[saltburnmods]

[ Saber Tooth’s request comes in a flat, oversized envelope, containing one x-ray image of his own skull, as dictated by the name on the side of it — more importantly, an image his brain. A generously fulfilled request! Something that wasn’t here before has now arrived. ]

[saltburnmods]

[ The mood in the Library shifts a little with Theo’s request — like the energy inside the room is sad, even above and beyond sad to be without Grace. Understandably, it takes a little longer than usual for a response to come, but when it does it’s simple: not a novel as Theo requested, but a photo album full of pictures of Grace in Saltburnt, all affectionately taken by someone who adored her. On the last page, written in the Library’s eerie, ink splatter script is SHE SPARKLED. ]

[saltburnmods]

[ The thirst must be contagious, because a sleek, powder blue Motorola Razr comes down the tube, with zero contacts but one singular video on it — the requested sex tape, in all of its grainy glory. ]

[saltburnmods]

[ The photo album in question arrives in the same condition that Hawk last saw it in, though with several pages added in the back full of happy memories of Tim in Saltburnt, with a few blank pages left for him to fill up himself. There is, however, one additional photo peeking out from between the pages — a polaroid faded nearly beyond recognition. In the right light, Hawk might see a boy smiling on a sunny tennis court, a blip in the past. ]

[saltburnmods]

[ It’s a long, narrow box that falls from the pneumatic tube— a generous display of good fortune when Sanji opens it up, and spots one of Zoro’s swords inside, packaged lovingly with sparkling tissue paper. Additionally, there is a tiny, green (removable) pompom with blinking eyes dangling from the sword’s hilt as would be expected from a cell phone, a paid homage to his mosshead nickname. ]

[chokedout]

[ !!!

Theo will thank the library with a soft whisper, adding on "she really did" before he departs with this new treasure.]

[ripher]

YOUR NAME: Rupert Giles
YOUR REQUEST: To whom it may concern,

My name is Rupert Giles. I've been told I should introduce myself to whomever - or whatever - is responsible for this wonderful library. I must say that your collection is very impressive, particularly the Brontë first editions, however did you manage to get so many? I imagine that I may be spending some time within these lovely stacks, if that's all right? I hope that my presence won't be too disruptive. As a former librarian myself, I appreciate how difficult it can be to keep one's space orderly.

If I can be of any help, please make your presence known.

All the best,
R Giles

[blooded]

YOUR NAME: Damon Salvatore
YOUR REQUEST: Whoever brought me here, their timing sucks, just fyi. Is Elena alright?

I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me if she's okay.

[saltburnmods]

[ The pneumatic tube hums, releasing a weathered first edition of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. As Giles opens the book, it's not marked with anything but a faint line under Heathcliff's final reflection:

"I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!“

Alongside it, a wooden bookmark etched with a single word: WELCOME. :) ]

[saltburnmods]

[ However, something still flutters from the pneumatic tube — a single green rose, dried with age, with a lock of long, brown hair tied neatly around the stem, still warm. A note comes attached. ]

Damon Salvatore,

Thank you for your generous, open-ended offer. At the appropriate time for your enrichment, your services will be demanded in exchange for the answer you seek.

Prostrate yourself again to acquire wisdom, but don’t become a bother.

[impersonation]

YOUR NAME: Katherine Pierce
YOUR REQUEST:
[talking to a library. not even in the top 10 craziest things that have happened to her lately, but she rolls her eyes upward at the ceiling and listens to the echo of her heels clicking on the marble floors.]

Vervain. A whole lot of it. Liquified, preferably, but I'll even take it raw.

A girl's got every right to protect herself, doesn't she?

[she twirls at one of her curls, peering around a corner to see if anyone is actually hearing her and listening nearby or that might be compellable. But since there's no one...]

Pretty please?

[ripher]

[ Curious, Giles carefully takes the book and makes note of the passage.

A couple of days and some private consultation with his conscience later, he returns it, with a request card tucked into the same page and a simple note: ]

How can we restore your soul?

- R

[maoa]

YOUR NAME: Sam Carpenter
YOUR REQUEST:

[ sam's spent a few times observing the ways that people request things. it's been noticed that people will sometimes leave offerings. at first she's not sure if there's anything she has to offer, but she eventually decides she can sing into the tube, so she does.

once she's finished, she takes out a piece of paper and pen and starts writing: ]

Hey. I'm Sam. I've been around a few times but haven't made a request yet, I guess I wasn't sure about asking or what I would want.

I don't know if you can do this, but if you can get me a knife I'd appreciate it. Even if it's just one used for cooking. I don't want to use it, I'd just feel better having it than not, you know?

If you can't do that I get it. But if you can let me know if the people who are still at home while I'm here are okay instead in that case I'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

[restored]

YOUR NAME: Bucky Barnes

YOUR REQUEST:

You've already done a lot for me by bringing Ithemba here, and I don't think I'm ever going to be able to thank you enough for that. So I know I'm asking a lot by coming back here again. But I've got to ask.

There's a man here called Steve Rogers. Back home, he goes by the name Captain America too. He's a magnet for trouble, so it's only a matter of time before he finds some here.

I know you're not a fan of bringing weapons here, but is there any chance you could get his shield for him before he goes off and does something stupid?

[bronze]

YOUR NAME: Buffy Summers.
YOUR REQUEST: Hello, Library! This is Buffy. So — I'll cut to the chase. I have this stuffed animal at home, his name is Mister Gordo? He's a pig and he's really, really cute. And it's important that I get him because he helps me sleep, and if I don't get enough sleep, I get really cranky. Cranky Buffy? You don't want to meet her. Anyway. I heard you like gifts, so I figured I would ask — is there anything you want? I'll get it for you, as long as it isn't. You know. Evil or violent or gross. Mister Gordo is worth that much to me.

Thank you!

[saltburnmods]

[ She gets her wish — down the tube comes several items: a little pack of seeds, a frilly but durable pair of gardening gloves, and a set of planters, all empty except for one flourishing with vervain. Be careful with your new hobby, though. If anyone finds out what you’re growing, there’s no guarantee you might not become the target of an anonymous house fire.

Tucked away in the gloves there’s one more hidden gift — a tiny vial, not of the requested liquified vervain, but of Elena Gilbert’s signature scent. Just a little something for you to wear. ]

[saltburnmods]

[ With a hiss and a thud, the pneumatic tube deposits a canister. Inside: one (1) pastel pink Hello Kitty™ plastic butter knife, teeth marks indented along the handle like someone's kid got bored halfway through a party. It’s wrapped in a napkin that smells faintly of antiseptic and birthday cake. Beneath it, folded neatly, is a polaroid — her sister, mid-laugh, mid-motion, eyes sharp and smiling. The background is unclear. On the back, in spidery handwriting: “She’s still sharp too.”]

[saltburnmods]

[ With a heroic CLANG, the pneumatic tube ejects a dented metal canister that spins like it’s trying to make an entrance. Inside: one (1) trash can lid, poorly spray-painted with a wobbly red, white, and blue star, glitter still wet.]

[saltburnmods]

[ With a soft thunk, the pneumatic tube delivers a perfectly plush Mister Gordo into Buffy's hands. Soft, pink, and impossibly cute. But heads up: at exactly 3:17 AM every night, he lets out a loud, unexpected oink that could wake the dead. The Library assures you this is a feature, not a bug, designed to keep cranky Buffy far, far away. Sleep tight!

As for Buffy's offer: the Library would like one (1) limited edition Pumpkin Spice Lip Smackers, one (1) pack of Gushers, one (1) handwritten breakup letter (real or fake), and a signed headshot of Giles looking mildly disappointed. Thank you for your generosity. Payment due whenever. ]

[saltburnmods]

[ The pneumatic tube releases a scrap of parchment, aged and fragile. It smells faintly of ink and dust, older than it should be. Carefully unfolding it, Giles will find a typewriter-ribboned stanza in faded black ink:

It isn’t lost,
only left behind.
Shelved in silence.
Filed under forgetting.

No signature, no name. On the back, a faint imprint of a library stamp remains, mostly rubbed away. What’s left reads:

RETURNED / ____ / NEVER DUE

The blank space is torn jaggedly, as if something was forcibly removed. ]

[ Any further investigation of the Library would require a plot coin submission! ]

[cutlery]

YOUR NAME: Sebastian Michaelis
YOUR REQUEST:
To the Library (or, to those that handle its requests)—

First, I will ask that you please excuse me the request, for I dislike making a habit of asking for things, but I do not know how to request such things otherwise. I can at least assure you that my request will be put to good use for the manor, so I hope that you will find it agreeable as some form of payment or favor returned.

If I may trouble you for any or all of the following, I would greatly appreciate it:

• A set of general workman’s tools for woodworking and other repairs. I have also included an advertisement that I recall from The Castle Hill Works at Sheffield, but this is only for a better sense of what may be needed.
  
• A personal set of cleaning implements, so that I need not bother the staff for their own. A broom, a polishing set, and a clothing iron and board would be most appreciated.

I do thank you for your time and consideration regardless.

Yours Most Sincerely,
Sebastian Michaelis

[ And, indeed, included as a handwritten advertisement of startling accuracy… ]