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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[gavehimhead]

[You find yourself in a very spacious library. The ceiling is very high, you can’t even see to the other side of the place, and it looks like it’s supposed to be very grand-besides all of the mess. None of the books are organized, half of them are on the floor or strewn about on study desks, and the other half are haphazardly tossed on the shelves. There are splotches of different colors over the ugly yellow wallpaper, like someone tried to repaint a million different times and gave up halfway through.

The entire left half of the library is covered in a window, showing that the sun has just set. There’s a murky forest outside that doesn’t look too inviting. Only half of the candles inside of the library have been lit, but there are plenty of obnoxious floating golden lights drifting around that you can still see alright.

There are other people there, but they’re a little off. Some of them don’t have faces or look like they’re fading away into nothing. But they don’t seem to be paying you any mind, so you’re free to explore.]

[kepthishead]

[what does Elliot Nightray do?]

Who leaves books out like this? It's just inconsiderate.

[HE GRUMPS AND STARTS PUTTING THE BOOKS BACK, IS WHAT.]

[gavehimhead]

[As soon as you take a step, you're in obnoxiously shiny knight armor. Have fun trying to move in that.]

[kepthishead]

[omg you asshole.]

What the -?

[HE'S STILL TRYING.]

[gavehimhead]

[the person at the librarian's desk looks up from his very big book.]

Ah, and I just finished organizing those...

[kepthishead]

Leo?

[gavehimhead]

[it sure does look exactly like Leo!]

No, no, I'm just the librarian. He's probably in one of the books somewhere. I'm not sure. I don't keep track of him.

[kepthishead]

Why not?

[gavehimhead]

That's not my job.

[kepthishead]

Then if your job is to look after the books you should help me find Leo.

[gavehimhead]

That doesn't make any sense.

[kepthishead]

It's a dream. They don't make sense.

[gavehimhead]

Well I'm not helping you look. It's not that hard, you can find him on your own.

[kepthishead]

Fine, I will!

[is off looking for the Holy Knight books.]

[gavehimhead]

[They are towards the back! They are one of the few sets of books that are actually neatly arranged on their shelves. Directly across from them is a ridiculously large Holy Knight book propped up against the wall. It's as big as a person. There are also less golden lights floating around here, but more candles lit.]

[kepthishead]

[...tries to open the book.]