Kyriakos: Traumaprom, Day 173

[ Suddenly, the books on several of the shelves spring to life--they flutter around the room and open above those present. As they do a magic circle springs out of their pages, enveloping the players in a beam of light and making them vanish into their pages--two to a book. Inside is a featureless room with an indestructible paper-like substance lining floor, walls and ceiling, inlaid with an intricate pattern of library shelving drawn in faintly glowing, metallic ink…

On the floor somewhere nearby is an incredibly sharp quill and a bottle of an inklike substance--which is clearly labeled as ‘Still not intended for ingestion unless you wish to die painfully, you twit.’ ]