The Miscellaneum

[Tacitus]

The golden light seared into his eyes. As the pain faded, the scene around him grew clearer. It was a large circular room, with pillars ringed around a central atrium. There were bookshelves, arranged haphazardly throughout the space. And in the middle of the room, sitting at a large desk, was a woman, wearing silly glasses, looking at him expectantly. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing happened.

"So you're here," the woman said, standing up to approach him. "I wouldn't try talking yet. It might be a couple minutes before you fully arrive. Don't worry, I know all of your questions: Where am you? You're here. Where all the forgotten things go. And let me tell you, people have forgotten a lot. Who are you? I have no idea. You'll remember soon. Probably. Who am I? No idea. I forgot a long time ago. Which means whoever I was is probably rattling around here somewhere."

He tried again to speak. His throat was dry but functional. "How to-"

"Don't ask that question," she cut him off with anger in her eyes. "You live here now, and forevermore. Don't worry, there's lots to do. Actually, I've been waiting for some company. You took a while to manifest, you know that?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shakily stood up and scanned the room for an exit. Locating a door, he started hobbling towards it. The woman sighed. "I'm telling you, give up. Find something to do." He ignored her, still heading for the exit. She was wrong. She had to be. Why did he want to get out, anyway? His mind was still too cloudy to figure it out. He heard the woman slump down in her chair. "Fine," she called out to him. "But if you wander too far, you probably won't be able to find me again. This is one of the calmer rooms in the Miscellaneum."

He kept walking. 

[Through the Living Hope]

12 minutes ago, Tacitus said:

The golden light seared into his eyes. As the pain faded, the scene around him grew clearer. It was a large circular room, with pillars ringed around a central atrium. There were bookshelves, arranged haphazardly throughout the space. And in the middle of the room, sitting at a large desk, was a woman, wearing silly glasses, looking at him expectantly. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing happened.

"So you're here," the woman said, standing up to approach him. "I wouldn't try talking yet. It might be a couple minutes before you fully arrive. Don't worry, I know all of your questions: Where am you? You're here. Where all the forgotten things go. And let me tell you, people have forgotten a lot. Who are you? I have no idea. You'll remember soon. Probably. Who am I? No idea. I forgot a long time ago. Which means whoever I was is probably rattling around here somewhere."

He tried again to speak. His throat was dry but functional. "How to-"

"Don't ask that question," she cut him off with anger in her eyes. "You live here now, and forevermore. Don't worry, there's lots to do. Actually, I've been waiting for some company. You took a while to manifest, you know that?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shakily stood up and scanned the room for an exit. Locating a door, he started hobbling towards it. The woman sighed. "I'm telling you, give up. Find something to do." He ignored her, still heading for the exit. She was wrong. She had to be. Why did he want to get out, anyway? His mind was still too cloudy to figure it out. He heard the woman slump down in her chair. "Fine," she called out to him. "But if you wander too far, you probably won't be able to find me again. This is one of the calmer rooms in the Miscellaneum."

He kept walking. 

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Is there any sheet or anything?

 

[Tacitus]

44 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

Is there any sheet or anything?

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Nope.

 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

1 hour ago, Tacitus said:

The golden light seared into his eyes. As the pain faded, the scene around him grew clearer. It was a large circular room, with pillars ringed around a central atrium. There were bookshelves, arranged haphazardly throughout the space. And in the middle of the room, sitting at a large desk, was a woman, wearing silly glasses, looking at him expectantly. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing happened.

"So you're here," the woman said, standing up to approach him. "I wouldn't try talking yet. It might be a couple minutes before you fully arrive. Don't worry, I know all of your questions: Where am you? You're here. Where all the forgotten things go. And let me tell you, people have forgotten a lot. Who are you? I have no idea. You'll remember soon. Probably. Who am I? No idea. I forgot a long time ago. Which means whoever I was is probably rattling around here somewhere."

He tried again to speak. His throat was dry but functional. "How to-"

"Don't ask that question," she cut him off with anger in her eyes. "You live here now, and forevermore. Don't worry, there's lots to do. Actually, I've been waiting for some company. You took a while to manifest, you know that?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shakily stood up and scanned the room for an exit. Locating a door, he started hobbling towards it. The woman sighed. "I'm telling you, give up. Find something to do." He ignored her, still heading for the exit. She was wrong. She had to be. Why did he want to get out, anyway? His mind was still too cloudy to figure it out. He heard the woman slump down in her chair. "Fine," she called out to him. "But if you wander too far, you probably won't be able to find me again. This is one of the calmer rooms in the Miscellaneum."

He kept walking. 

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I want to join but need a little more info, what would be a good way to join

 

[Tacitus]

37 minutes ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

I want to join but need a little more info, what would be a good way to join

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The world is like a big trash heap of everything that has been forgotten and no longer exists (I don't know anything about the world that's forgetting everything, so that's open). That can include places, so things locations can connect together in weird ways. People can technically be killed, but they gradually re-form Sometimes they remember who they were, sometimes they don't. There's lots of different people trying to figure out what to do with their time, so if you can see something happening, it's probably happening somewhere.

 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Tacitus said:

 

Hjeuth was just wandering as he often did. He didn't often find people in his wandering, so he didn't care much that he was dressed strangely. Well, now that he mentioned it, he didn't know why he was dressed strangely, but he supposed it didn't matter.

He came across an old door and opened it. Stepping inside, he found a grand library. It really was a shame that he couldn't read. He found one of the plush chairs and sat for a while. He grabbed a book and pretended to read it, pretending just felt right to him.

[Through the Living Hope]

A young woman poofed into the Miscellanium, a slight gasp escaping her. Where.. was she?

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Hjeuth gets bored of "Reading" and grabs a few books because he feels like he should. Then moves on.

Edited March 28 by IcedOutPenguin

[Tacitus]

Lockstep sat huddled behind the bushes. Through the snarled branches shone the light of a large fire, part of the twisted rituals of the Callay. They had a repeating cycle of traditions, rites, and practices based on the movement of this room's moon, most of them gruesome or disturbing. Tonight, they danced around a bonfire, singing in gibberish. By morning, most of them would probably have been sacrificed. When possible, it was best to avoid groups like this, but some things took precedence. Glancing at the moon, he realized the time had come. Pulling out a notebook and noting the hands of his watch, he made a few quick notes in very tiny scrawl. With one last look at the Callay, Lockstep shrank back, searching for the passage in the treehollow. Feeling his way through the forest, he lost his balance, his hand sinking through a tree, and hit his head on the hardwood floor of a new room. Rubbing his skull as he stood up, Lockstep tried to recognize his surroundings. A library of some sort. Was this the Raptor’s domain? No, surely that would be busier. He made mental notes as he looked around. 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Elan coughed as he pushed himself out from under a pile of books. He had fallen asleep, again.

He sighed. The Miscellanium could get quite boring. People didn’t often forget things that were exciting except legends, and those almost always tried to kill you. He had been forgotten months ago, so he supposed he wasn’t all that exciting anyway.

He saw a few people in the library. Maybe they were nice? Or boring. Forgotten, at least. Elan figured he should go say hello, make them feel a bit more remembered. 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Elan said:

Elan coughed as he pushed himself out from under a pile of books. He had fallen asleep, again.

He sighed. The Miscellanium could get quite boring. People didn’t often forget things that were exciting except legends, and those almost always tried to kill you. He had been forgotten months ago, so he supposed he wasn’t all that exciting anyway.

He saw a few people in the library. Maybe they were nice? Or boring. Forgotten, at least. Elan figured he should go say hello, make them feel a bit more remembered. 

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IS HE RETURNING???????

There was a young girl nearby. He didn’t recognize her.

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

17 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

There was a young girl nearby. He didn’t recognize her.

Elan saw the girl and approached her. “Hello! I’m Elan.”

[Through the Living Hope]

6 minutes ago, Through the Living Elan said:

Elan saw the girl and approached her. “Hello! I’m Elan.”

She turned and smiled. It looked a bit different than a normal smile. 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

Hjeuth had seemed to have gotten lost in this library; everywhere he turned, there were more and more rows of books. As he walked, he occasionally grabbed a book that had an interesting cover, or put a book that he was tired of carrying on a shelf, or traded out one book for another. 

 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

On 4/3/2026 at 8:20 AM, Through the Living Hope said:

She turned and smiled. It looked a bit different than a normal smile. 

Elan smiled back. “I was Elan, who were you?” A traditional greeting here, though not many other places.

Edited April 4 by Through the Living Elan

[Through the Living Hope]

3 hours ago, Through the Living Elan said:

Elan smiled back. “I was Elan, who were you?” A traditional greeting here, though not many other places.

Her gaze became sad, and she shook her head. 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

16 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

Her gaze became sad, and she shook her head. 

He nodded. “I get it. It’s hard.” He sat down beside her. “Can you speak?”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Elan said:

He nodded. “I get it. It’s hard.” He sat down beside her. “Can you speak?”

She stared for a moment, then shook her head. 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She stared for a moment, then shook her head. 

“That’s alright.” He says. 
How about this? He sends into her head.

[Through the Living Hope]

59 minutes ago, Through the Living Elan said:

“That’s alright.” He says. 
How about this? He sends into her head.

Her eyes widened and she nodded. 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

17 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

Her eyes widened and she nodded. 

Wonderful. Hi! Have you found anything to read?

[Through the Living Hope]

9 minutes ago, Through the Living Elan said:

Wonderful. Hi! Have you found anything to read?

She shook her head. 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

54 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She shook her head. 

There aren't many good books anyway.

Say, do you want to go have an adventure?

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, Through the Living Elan said:

There aren't many good books anyway.

Say, do you want to go have an adventure?

She thought and nodded. 

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She thought and nodded. 

Wonderful. Elan grinned. There are some very fun rooms here. But first, there's someone you should meet before we get too much excitement. I just have to remember where he is...