As dictated by u/penlowe, this floor is the Repository of Treasured Things, Lost. The following is the description they have provided:
You enter through the large polished wooden double doors to a space not unlike a library. There are rows of shelves stretching as far as the eye can see. Clearstory windows let in natural light, Bankers Lamps illuminate the occasional library table. There are comfortable chairs here and there. It is carpeted and quiet. The shelves are wood, finely polished and regularly dusted. Instead of books, there are cubbies, just large enough for one item each, and a small note about the item.
As you wander, you see that it is loosely organised, but not rigidly so. The broad system seems to be: Soft, Crunchy, Hard, Simple Composites, Complex Composites, Simple Machines, and Devices.
You turn down an aisle labelled Soft. There are wide cubbies here, each with a neatly folded item. Many look like blankets and quilts, but there are garments, soft toys and a few pillows as well. You pick up a card from a shelf with something pink & knitted behind it. The card is vintage Pan Am airlines stationery. In typewriter printing it reads:
Pan Am flight 435 Dallas to Newark
January 21, 1965
100% cotton, hand knit
Comments:
“dammit Bob, I told you to make sure you had it…”
You unfold the item to find a lovely baby blanket with a flower motif. After enjoying it for a moment you fold it up and place it back on the shelf. As you turn away you hear the quietest swishing sound. Looking back, the blanket and card are exactly as you found them.
The next cubby that draws your eye has a faded yellow Green Bay Packers sweatshirt. You unfold it to see it has a grey stain on the lower right. It is a Mens XL. The style is fairly recent. The note is on an informal notepad-type paper that has a kitten hanging off a branch and the words ‘hang in there!’ in lavender script. In blue ballpoint ink, hand written, it reads:
Texaco station, Route 66, New Mexico
Some time between March 12 and 18, 2018
commercial garment
Comments: “I felt so bad losing it, but then fifteen minutes past
Demming I learned he was cheating! CHEATING! Wish I had burned it. I’ve thought about going back and trying to find it just so I could burn it.”
You snicker and wad up the sweatshirt and shove it into its cubby. Again you hear the soft swishing sound and turn back to the item neatly folded. You turn at the end and walk a few aisles until you come to Simple Composites. This particular aisle has shoes, purses, backpacks, luggage and a wide assortment of boxes, from cardboard to wood and steel. An odd looking pair of leather sandals, or boots perhaps? catches your eye, they are fur lined, and one lace is very clearly broken. The card is a typewritten 3 by 5 with a hole punch in the bottom centre, like a library card catalogue tag. It reads:
Magnae Fort
Spring 252 A.D.
Doeskin, rabbit skin with fur, and felted wool
Comments:
“Marcus dixi mihi se fibulavisse nova ligamina coriorum et quae Claudiam dedisse ut redderet mihi.”
You put the card back with its ancient shoes and continue on. You hear a slight rubbing sound as you go. After a few more turns you find yourself in a Hard aisle. The cubbies are tiny and each one contains a rock. Some are colourful, some are polished, some have inclusions, but most are just rocks. You look for the note in a cubby with an otherwise very ordinary grey pebble, slightly larger than a marble & almost bird shaped. The note is a torn piece of coloured paper with childish handwriting in pencil. It reads:
The Woods behind poppy’s place
Autumn
Long Ago
Comments:
Poppy found this. He gave it to me. I had it in my pocket all day. When I got home there was a hole.
You return the note to its cubby. The bird shaped rock is balanced perfectly.
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