There is another option the characters can use, other than spending the night in the Library, which has no bedrooms.  Yes, they can make do, sleeping on the floor in the private area, or on the furniture, maybe even conjure up something comfortable.   Or...

There is the Jolly Madison Hotel a block away.  It is the early, early, early, morning, but then in midtown Manhattan, people are up and about, some are first coming back from a night at a club, and the hotel has a night desk clerk.

And best of all, the Library has a permanent account here, as this is three minutes from the Library walking, and is used for VIP visitors.

It has a few things the library does not:  showers in the rooms, and free breakfast.

(There is actually a closer hotel- next door, wedged between the Jolly Madison and the Polish Consulate is the Morgans Hotel, but despite the name it has no relation to the library.  But, it is smaller and very expensive, so the library went with the Jolly Madison)

Either way, the characters can get a night's sleep (either a good one or a so-so one, depending on their option) and they can meet with the gang in the morning.  Very late morning, in the Library.

Tiatha is here too, as she has been working on the Thanksgiving Invitation List Project.

The Nisse look quite tired... but there is the smell of coffee.

The Jolly Madison Hotel.  Just to the right is the Morgans Hotel, to the right of that the Polish Consulate, and then to the right of that, across the street past the bus and taxi, the Library.

It had been a long night. Gremian slept on the floor near the heater/air conditioner in the same room as the male Nisses. The machine wasn't like home, but it was enough to make him feel comfortable. And it masked the Nisses' snoring. He opened his eyes. But as he didn't want to talk to them, he laid there waiting for them to wake up.

Amara slept in a nice bed for the night and in the morning, she got up, cleaned up and got dressed. She when into the living room and summoned up a nice breakfast of pastries, coffee and tea.

One by one, after breakfast, and in some cases during breakfast as the hotel provides convenient "to go" cups at the coffee table in the breakfast lounge, characters drag themselves over to the Library and the conference room in the "private" section.

The Nisse are already there- they spent the night here, as they weren't trusted enough to be on their own.  The signs of their presence are obvious: there are Christmas decorations up.

"We didn't actually plan to do that," Arna says.  "It just sort of happened.  I'm not quite sure how."  She gives a very innocent looking shrug.

Karl is busy reading Tiatha's list.  Not that he was asked to.  He's just nosy.

"What's a Thanksgiving List?" the gnome-like Fey asks.  "Is this a list of people you are supposed to thank?  Am I supposed to make one?"

"Thanksgiving is an American holiday, so I am not sure. It is about a month before Christmas. Did you all get something to eat? I can make some milk and cookies if you want" she asks the Nisse

With the sound, Gremian woke up completely. He readjusted his clothes. He removed a garland of his shoulder. "Hi Amara, I don't know what happened to the room", he said as he looked around. "I just woke up, I'm interested in the milk and cookies too."

"Like she said, a human holiday, I think a cooked turkey is involved", he tried to answer Karl. And he wondered who left the paper there and if it was important.

"Yes, I went to a dinner once at Denny's. It involved cooked turkey, stuffing, potato's over various kind and pie with a lot of relatives that you hardy see." she waves her hand over a table and a large plate of cookies of various kinds appear with a pitcher of milk and chocolate milk.   She waves her hand again and a pot of strong coffee appears with some mugs, cream and sugar, and glasses.

At about this same time, the Library has a new issue to deal with.

Fey often come to the city with no idea of how to actually go about living here.  It's not easy- get a home, get money.  Some have it easier than others, for example, Gremian scrounges and "borrows" everything he needs, and lives in a place that is rarely explored by Humans except on their periodic Maintenance.  In fact, it's more or less unlivable by anyone other than his own kind, and the pigeons.

But shortly after arriving, while looking lost and bewildered, Johnny ran into a Goblin working on a sanitation crew in Times Square.  Being Fey, they could recognize the reality of each other.  The Goblin was in an unusually charitable mood, having found some really exciting trash that morning, and directed Johnny to the Library.

"They'll help anyone," the Goblin had said, though it was apparent that in the Goblin way of thinking, that wasn't exactly a complement.  So Johnny found the library.

The senior Librarians weren't in yet, but the receptionist understood that Johnny was "one of them" and ushered him in to the Library's Restricted Private Area, suggesting that maybe the others there could offer some help, because "they do that, a lot."

He was no stranger to meeting strangers. Did it all the time, practically professionally, although usually not in such a needy state.

He knocked on the door to the 'Private' space, waited a polite moment, and then let himself into the room. He'd been invited after a fashion. It wasn't like he just walked himself into someone's home.

"Good morning new friends." He gave those assembled in the room a deferential nod as he both looked and let them look "I am Johnny, newly arrived in the city and on the doorstep of the Library. I must confess that New York is already confusing me." It took something out of his sails to admit it but he needed their help and there was no need to parse words about it. "It has been suggested that you fine folk of the Library are the ones I should speak to. Perhaps there's something I can do here in exchange?"

Amara looks over at Johnny "Oh, hello. are you here to be the new Santa Clause? You would need to have a white bead though" then she hears he is new "Oh, we are trying to help some Nisse, so we can help you at the same time. I am Amara by the way. Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

Gears changed rather quickly here. It made him laugh. "I had no intention of going red, white, and bearded." He shrugged. "Sometimes you play lead, other times you're stuck being second fiddle."

He was glad she'd said something. Conversation provided a reason to be looking at her and there was a great deal to look at all at once. "So what manner of aid to these sprites require?"

There were rules you followed. High on that list of rules, when someone offers you food and drink you say yes. "Eat and drink both if you don't mind Amara."

"Well, they are looking for a Santa Clause. They are big into Christmas. And as far as food and drink, we have milk, coffee and cookies. I can get something else if you want it" she says to Jonhny

To say that the Nisse are big into Christmas is perhaps an understatement...

"It is a big thing for us... the old Yule," Arna explains.

Karl, the youngest of the red capped white haired trio, follows up:  "But this place made it bigger.  There's magic here, it takes you over."

The Nisse appear to believe that the "Christmasy-ness" of the city somehow affects them, drives them to become more of what everyone imagines them to be.

"Christmas Elves," Arna says.  "Little North Pole Toymakers.  That's our fate.  Truth is, we'd rather bake and make sweets.  Life in the Big City, right?"

One of the Nisse walks up to Johnny and looks up, with an appraising expression, before concluding, "Naah, he doesn't seem the type."

Gremian finally finished the cookie he had in his month when Johnny arrived. "Hi, I'm Gremian, I'm relatively new in New York and at the Library." He refilled his mug. "Excellent coffee"

OOC: Sorry, didn't have much to add about the Nisses or Johnny.

"I'll start with the coffee, maybe find something with more substance to it later." He poured a cup and gave the sprites more attention even as he's quickly assessed for the role of The Man when it comes to the Christmas season.

"I showed up looking for some help and if I can help out too, that's fine. I may not be the good choice for St. Nick, but I'll play you some tunes to keep you in the spirit after a bit."

He offered the man who smelled like he worked with machines a handshake in the usual fashion. "Sounds like you are just slightly ahead of me in all this then Gremian. What should someone brand new to the Library and the city know?"

"Well, I can summon up most food and drink." she waves her hand and bowl of caviar appears."How about some Christmas tunes?"
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Gremian shacked the offered hand. "Like you said, I'm just slightly ahead. I found out this night that I have kin here. But anyway, the Library is probably the best place for help on fairies matters. People throw lot of food: most of the time it is edible like pizza, and sometime it is not: like vegetables. The Statue of Liberty is boring to visit. That pretty much what I could think of, mate"

He couldn't resist laughing when the bowl of fancy food showed up. It was honest mirth. "Amara you go from cookies to caviar in the blink of an eye. While I appreciate the luxury food, I'm more of a burgers and fries guy."

Today's topic seemed to be all about food. Eventually he would come to find what he could do around the Library but for the moment, he could carry on as desired. "I'll stay clear of the giant statue then Gremian, thanks for the advice."

Johnny moved to the corner to set the messenger bag aside and unsling the backpack. It was all done with the kind of ease that comes from having done this many times before. "It is difficult to turn down a request to play." He removed a battered violin case from the messenger bag, set the case on the table, and took the violin out with some care.

The golden body of the instrument was unmistakable. It shimmered in the lighting of the office, especially to the eyes of those here. Just like everyone knew that only Fae saw what they really looked like, to mortal eyes the instrument certainly wouldn't look this way.

"How about an old carol of a tune?" It wasn't really a question, he was just letting them know what was coming. From the moment the bow hit the strings, they knew he was a fiddler and not a concert violinist. He moved with the music in steps that were nearly a dance. He played something well know but with some flair and took up about five minutes of their time with it.

OOC: No idea how to post a link here. But this would be the tune

https://youtu.be/jg4sZZaf3Gg

She grins at Johnny "So am I actually. I can summon up most kinds of food. So our problem is these Nisse what to have a Santa Clause and were going to make a troll one and change peoples minds, which we can not allow. So we still want to help get them a Santa and that's why we thought you might be the one. but then she looks closer at Johnny "But how can we also help you? You just got here. I have been here for a while. I live in a high rise in the penthouse, I love heights as I can fly. And we can do burgers later."

"My needs are a bit more vague than the quest for a Santa although I will be happy to throw in to help with finding one." He sat down, feet almost went right to the table top, thought better of it at the last and simply crossed ankles on the floor.

"In short, the world has become too small too fast for me." He took a deep breath like he was getting ready to tell a story. Which was exactly what he was doing. "Used to be you could tramp the world, walk a few miles and start all over again. Villages may as well have been across oceans. Then folk began to travel more. So if you wanted to start your own story over again you had to go farther."

He shrugged. "It wasn't a problem it was just the way of it. Here in the Americas, wandering has been easy. Plenty of small towns still, and if you got tired of one, just hop a train or a bus and start yourself all over again."

"There was a tale by a man named Orwell, spoke of Big Brother watching over everything. My problem is not Big Brother, but rather Little Brother. News flies from person to person at magical speeds. And this has happened, well, quickly to me."

"Like most of us I'm just trying to live my life and not get caught at it. Seems I need some lessons on how to be a modern Fae and get by in these times. Hoped those at the Library could lend a hand."

While Johnny was playing, Gremian lost a cookie into his coffee. At the end, he applauded. He then fished for his lost cookie with a spoon. "Way better than what we hear all the time on the radio. And I know the feeling, gremlin-ness was almost lost when human got better airship. I change to mostly tinkerer instead of a destroyer. Maybe a similar change could work for you too: instead of entertaining as a traveler, you entertain travelers. There are many here in the summer."

"I have not been here that long but I am worried that I will have to move at some point with all the camera's that take lots of pictures. Not that I normally mind being photographed as I know I am attractive and males seem to attracted to me. But anyway I too just want to live and I wish there was a way we could destroy pictures of ourselves." 

The senior librarians often arrive late.  They're both rather old, for Humans, so perhaps they need the extra sleep.

Today, Dennis Flattery is the first of them to show up, and he's more than a little surprised to see the group in the conference room.

"Well they're new," he says, looking at the three Nisse.

"Not really," says Rolf.

Ignoring that, Dennis looks over at Johnny.  "And so are you.  Hobgoblin?"

He continues: "By the way, Amara, I just heard that part about destroying pictures.  Avoid them, if you will.  Destroying will only call attention.  Maybe not at first, but it will.  The Veil will do what it can to hide you, even in pictures, as long as you don't stretch its magic too far."

He turns back to Johnny.  "What brings you to the Library?"