(since I can't draw, I'm going to write this as a thing. We'll see how it goes. Most of my references are pretty common, but Mudge is an anthropomorphic talking otter from the Spellsinger series by Alan Dean Foster. Why is he here? Two words. Talking. Otter.)
Hi! Welcome! Glad you could come to visit, it's not often that people actually follow me here instead of looking at me like I'm crazy and backing away slowly.
As you can tell, it all starts by opening a door, it can be any door. Mudge says since it's sentient it chooses the best person when it's time for the mantle to pass. But Mudge is... not the most trustworthy otter. Why the Librarium picked him as my guide rather than any of the millions of other characters I know. It would have been so cool to have Alfred... anyway I digress.
Apparently The Librarium (my term, since once it chose me it morphed into my...Lab? Lair? Hideout? Something anyway) exists in a pocket dimension out of phase with Earth, reachable when either it summons me or I summon it when I open a door.
I've gathered that it looks different for each of its keepers, but I do have to say, mine is pretty outstanding. I call it the Librarium because it looks like a mishmash of a library and a terrarium. The whole thing is a glass covered circle and the walls are lined with bookshelves. Even the doors are hidden by secret book panels. Yes, there are secret doors, I'll get back to them.
In the middle of the gigantic circle of bookshelves is a tree. I don't know if it's Yggdrasil, but it's enormous. It always seems to know how I'm feeling. Walked in once after my gran died to a weeping willow; one time I walked in and the entire thing was burning (might have been a touch angry that day). The weather seems to change with me too now that I think about it. Good thing the books are weatherproof!
In the distance behind the tree is the lake (complete with a zipline from the tree so I can drop into the water). There's an underwater city down there that I somehow never have time to explore. Mudge says you can just walk down the stairs and not have to worry about scuba gear, I suppose it couldn't hurt to try, when I don't have company that is.
As you can see, the bookshelves are extensive, but they are by no means full. From what I gather from Mudge (and the journals from the other keepers) the more fiction I read the more the bookshelves will fill. So you're looking at the entirety of every fictional book I have ever read. Honestly, some I can't even remember read-- oh dear. Urm... yes? that is my Anita Blake hardback collection. Let's move along shall we?
So all this is well and good. I have a cool pocket dimension where I can reread all my fiction, climb a flaming tree and zipline into a forgotten city, right? But that's not all! This room I affectionately call the friend zone. Anyone here with me automatically sees me as a friend and does not want to hurt me. Unfortunately, it means that I'm still subject to pranks from otters who like to stir up trouble.
I know, I know... if you're the first person that followed me here then how do I know that?
Well, technically you're not the first person to come here with me. That's the really cool part of this place. All these books are here for a reason, not just for me to reread at my leisure (though I do tend to pick one up for that purpose now and again). Go ahead, choose one! Any book at all!
Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Baskervilles, huh? Nice pick, my favorite Sherlock novel. So, what I can do is this. Sherlock, or any other character in the story actually, I can pull out of the story and have them in here with us. I see that look, stay with me, we're in an interplanar bubble right now, keep that in mind. There are two things I can do with this. One: keep them in the friend zone and pick their minds about particular things or Two: put them in the sync room and sync up with them.
Yeah, I was expecting the jaw drop at some point. But it's not the best thing in the world. I'm still me, but I would have the mental or mutant abilities or characteristics of the character at hand. So, if I pulled Mr. Holmes out (I won't, he's kind of an ass) and synced with him I would get all of that glorious deductive reasoning, but also the antisocial sociopathic tendencies. And the longer I stay synced the more I mentally become like them. So, double edged sword.
Also, the sync room is outside of the friend zone. Once they enter it, their powers get transferred to me so they're utterly ordinary, (Clark Kent was shocked; it was great to see him try to lift weights in there), but they are still them and don't necessarily see me as a friend anymore. Villains are horrible with the room.
There are of course other doors to other places, I've read about them in the older keeper's journals. I'm still new to the position and I think Mudge and the Librarium are trying to ease me into it.
I never expected this. Dreamed of it, maybe, but never in my wildest dreams did I think something like this could ever happen to me. I can tell you still have your doubts. Why don't you pull out that X Men comic over there and I'll show you how to BAMF with the best of them?
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