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The 9th Hour... (Phase 1: Sept-Oct Event)

The cold presence is seeping in through the dark shadows. The darkness is reaching further, brushing the minds of the patrons and opening doors to dimensions that should not be open. Something wants in. But in the Central Library, there are ways to get through without crossing entirely… through your dreams. Among other things.

Pick one of the options below and make a post for other patrons to join you in the events. You may make up your own, but keep it matching the event at hand as the different phases of the event will progressively get worse.

1. Your dreams are getting dangerous, violent even. When you wake up, there are bruises and injuries that shouldn’t be there. What is going on? Why are your dreams becoming a reality little by little? And why is it getting so hard to wake up?

2. Things are shifting in the Library. The shadows are moving and the temperatures are starting to drop. There are cold spots that sometimes get colder and sometimes it feels like if you turn around, you’ll find someone right behind you.

3. The monsters are looking a bit more frantic and daring to come closer to the center of the Library where they normally will not tread. It seems you aren’t the only ones scared of the dark recesses any longer.

4. The Market is now a lovely little faire of the early Renaissance with all sorts of fresh grain, fruits and vegetables! It is a brilliant sight, but it seems the ominous plague masks they don still gives a foreboding feeling of the miasma that killed over two-thirds of the world’s population… Perhaps you shouldn’t wander very far.

5. New areas are now opened up. A blacksmith and workshop for the tinkers has been created. You might want to look or contribute... You might also want to stop in the new bath area. The large pool has a Grecian feel and all of the walls are made of crystalline glass where the stars are always shining with a different universe in constant succession.

6. Wild Card: Make up your own scenario. Just remember that all of the things above are happening. Things are getting foreboding and growing stronger by the day. Sleep will be a luxury you might not have… You may not see what’s coming, not yet. But you know it’s coming.

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Swinging his feet into the water, Alec considered the question. The concept was completely new to him. Maybe Clary had asked Jace something like that but it wasn't something one Nephilim would ask another. Most Shadowhunters didn't associate with Mundanes so it wasn't something he'd ever considered except in those panicked moments when Alec tried to decide if being with Magnus was worth the risks.

"There wasn't really a choice. We're born Shadowhunters. We take a vow to fight demons when we're ten." Putting it in a Mundane's perspective, it probably seemed too young to make that kind of decision but any other life would be impossible for him unless he had his marks stripped away. "There is no other life for a Nephilim. It's our sacred duty to protect the world from demons. I could have chosen a trade or teaching but it would relate to hunting."

the voice startled her, though she tried her best not to let that show, other then the speed at which she spun around towards the voice. Was it the Plague Doctor? Had she missed him somehow in the shadows? Her eyes tried to focus on the person in the shadows.

There was a mask at least, but it didn't seem right. Her eyes narrowed, not in a mean way but in a studying kind of way, trying to see who it was.

"Not really. I would have had to have it in the first place in order to lose it."

"Maybe you're looking more for someone." Casey hazarded, stepping out at least a bit more, while keeping most of his cover. Cocky in his tone, and if he'd been thinking more he probably would've tried to disguise his voice. Too late now.

Okay, she was exploring at the moment, and checking out this new place. She was not changed to join in with the baths, but there wasn't really a lot going on here at the moment, and she was exploring the new place.

When she hears the comment she turns to see a handsome skull sitting on a shelf. She put both hands on her hips and grinned. "Beautiful Bob, what are you doing in here?" Though she had heard his comment. "Are you hiding in here because of the weird going on out there?" Because she was noticing it too.

Yes, the tone or sound of the voice didn't fit the era for one thing, and that mask was... not right. Hockey? Really? Her shoulders visibly relaxed as she drew back a bit, sighing. Okay so it wasn't a Plague Doctor, and this guy looked... out of Era. A local in the Library then? Maybe.

Her head turned a bit while her eyes stayed forward on him, a curious glance. "I might have been following someone, yes. But it looks like I lost track. You're from the Library, right?"

That's a Hockey-mask painted like a skull, thanks. With a hood up over him. "I took a slightly different route, but saw which way he went." Coming out of the shadows now, to stand with her in the street. "Which means, if we want to keep following him, then we go this way."

Not even waiting for a yes, just kind of assuming she'd follow him. Not scared and inclined to investigate, plus she knew about the library? Seemed good enough for his purposes as he headed around a corner and twisty-alley, where he'd seen the Plague Doctor head.

Her smile was almost shy as he said all that, though she focused on what she was doing. Both hands needed to be treated the same, and that was what she was doing, carefully, tenderly. She would help any of the people here in the same way, hd it needed to be done, but she treated Grant a bit differently still. Much more care here.

"The kind of people we were trained to be generally aren't trained to see past anthers... past." She learned that with SHIELD as well. Perhaps if she hadn't tried to back stab them. To kidnap the Mockingbird. Maybe she could have been redeemed, but instead she died.

She shook her head, kissing the back of his hand before working on the other to finish it. "You have me now though, so you don't have to worry about those people."

She looked up as he said he keeps hurting her. "You haven't hurt me since you got here. You've never hurt me." Killed her, but that wasn't her. That was Kara the mentally insane masquerading as Agent May the Bitch. He shot May, not her. So she feels.

"Nephilim?"

Why did that word seem so familiar and yet he couldn't make the connection. Something to do with his father and overheard conversations. Or had he read it in a book? And then he remembered. It was a long time ago and he'd had to look up the word himself. His father's father had been telling him a story from a book. It was an old memory.

"Fallen one?"

She was still learning to feel okay with the scars, and she wasn't the most social, so some people did stare. In general though, it was nice here, because no one really judged. her fingers touched the bruising a bit, but then drew away.

His statement about not giving themselves the marks made sense, and she already knew that had to be the truth, but it was easy to pass it off as her fault, at the moment. She nodded, frowning though, as he said it.

"So, we're not the only ones." She frowned more, rubbing her hand over her ribs at the side as she thought. "I've had some dreams, about fights I've had but haven't had. Woke up bruised and bleeding. My Fiancée as well. Though his were much worse."

She stepped closer, within arms reach but not too close, conversational, and rested her hands at her pants pockets, looking the other. "Are your wounds very serious right now? Or have you managed?" Concern, because if others were hurt like Ward and her, who knows who else was hurt.

"I've caught glances, but I wasn't sure if it was someone else or something entirely different. I thought I'd try and talk to the Librarians..."

He closes his eyes and his chest hitches. Just a momentary lapse. He can do it. He can be better for her.

First things first. The look on his gaze is nothing but regret. It's nothing but the truth. If he'd thought, if he had actually thought and not...been so reckless...

His eyes are wet.

"I love you baby."

"Shadowhunters are Nephilim." Magnus and Bob were probably the only patrons that knew what Alec really was. Most of the time he pretended that the marks were tattoos and he was one of those slayers like in Mundane stories. But Sebastian should know the truth, especially when he knew about warlocks.

"We're not like that." Fallen one made Alec thinks of certain demons. He couldn't bring himself to mention it, afraid that whatever weirdness was inhabiting the Library might pick up on his thoughts. They didn't need those kind of demons showing up here. "We're part angel because of a gift that was given to my people so that we could protect the world from demons."

She finished cleaning him up, stitching and bandages, reaching to take both his hands in her hands, warmly holding them as she moved to lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips and leaning in as she stood up in front of him. Leaning in to bump her forehead to his.

"I love you too, baby. We take care of each other night. Promise." She moved to kiss his forehead as well before drawing back to stand full before him, nodding to the bed and the oranges. "Eat something. Let me clean all this up."

then when she was sure he would be all right she would go looking for the Librarians.

"I live here!" Sebastian waved his arms around at the library. Okay. He was a little stressed by what had happened and anxious and he'd probably surprised Casey, too. But his heart was racing and he'd just re-experienced several really bad moments. So he might be overreacting. Just a little. "And I heard you 'woohoo'ing."

What else could he call it?

He looked back towards the shadows and straightened his hoodie a bit, trying to calm down.

"Huh, there must be some good echoes then." Casey murmured, flipping up the hockey-mask. No need to hide, around Sebastian anyways. This time there was no face-paint, although there was a wicked looking bruise on Casey's cheekbone.

"I was trying to relax a bit. This place is epic for skating." Of course, his skates were retracted right then, as he'd been a little jumpy. His head tilted, Casey moved so his back was to one of the walls. "So you mentioned getting missions before, Bookworm. How'd you get those? Do things escape from the books often?"

She got a better view now that he stepped out like so. Much better view. Weird, to be wearing a mask, and what was with the clothing? She didn't have time to question it though, as he pointed out that he saw which way the plague doctor had gone.

Grinning she took off after him, not even bothering to say yes. "A different route, you said? But we went down an alley way before I lost him." She said as if not sure HOW he saw the other thing if he was behind her, but also not seeing to question it in a judging way to say she didn't believe him. She was more curious is all.

"These roofs aren't as easy to get around as in New York." Casey murmured, as they came to the end of the twisty turn. Holding up his left hand with the spiked-blocker-pad; even without seeing his hand it was a clear 'stop' gesture. Turning, then motioning her to come up by him as they looked around the corner.

There was the plague-doctor. Examining...something. People were giving them a wide-berth, as this was nearer to the outskirts.

"So why're you chasing that thing anyways?" Voice lower, whispered now to his conspirator.

Ward agrees, and he's waiting for her in their bed when she gets back, quiet and soft but there are dried tears on his cheeks.

And one notation though. the best he can do now that he has a second chance. There's a perfect rose on her pillow, no thorns. It's resting on her pillow, perfect. Nothing so common as a Daisy. Daises are a drop in the bucket.

Roses for her.

Roses were beautiful, but don't knock daises, as they were one of her favorite kinds of simple flowers. She's never snub a rose though, and as she came back to the bed to check on him she smiled as she saw it.

"You must be feeling well enough to find me flowers." She moved to slide into the bed, not beside him, but over him, settling in on him lightly and resting her head to his chest and shoulder (wincing only as the bruising on her ribs hit her), looking over at the flower. Her hand reached out to pick it up, bringing it to her nose to smell as she laid over him.

"It's lovely, thank you." She said softly, sighing a bit.

"I want every day of your life to be filled with flowers. With Roses. You deserve that."

His chest hurts just thinking about it. For one fleeting moment he can feel her pain and his heart breaks.

"Even the bad ones like today baby."

The cold was something he was used to. He hated it. It didn't help with the memories that it DID bring up, but he was trying not to think on those. Those he had a lot of. Those he had mostly in tact. Or at least enough to know he hated it all.

He moved a bit, noticing the cold too and not really wanting to hang around in it. "How is that possible?" Dumb question. Really dumb question. Everything seemed possible in this place, but remembering a memory and it becoming real was... not normal. Was it?

It was a bit frustrating, to say the least. These things were missing but they should at least stay in his head. He looked annoyed, for the most part, but not AT Rogers, so that was something at least.

Hearing how the guy was before the serum, he just side eyed him a bit. 'I remember you a lot smaller.' he thought, and wondered why he thought that at all. "If that was you, I have the feeling you didn't have to protect me so much." He started to move, walking backwards to keep an eye on Rogers and to say he wasn't done talking to him, but he didn't want to stay there with a dead goblin on the floor and a cold spot that was bothering him. He was sure he saw a dark figure too.

"I remember... some of it. I think."

He understands 'keeping to himself' while being here. It's a strange feeling being here at all. He knows that the only people brought here are people who want to be here or at least willing to help. If asked before hand he wouldn't really find himself to WANT to help. But in truth, he did. He had no reason after everything fell apart. No one to take orders from. No targets. This was something worthwhile, right?

Patrols were something helpful as well. It got him to understand a bit more about what was around. "On the further edges of the Library. Creatures from books. They aren't suppose to be here and are a danger. Some of us put them back where they came from." Also known as kill them to make them go away but we're not saying that.

"They don't normally come to close to the center." And here they seem to be coming closer. As for the mildly rude sound of the 'clearly'? Bucky didn't notice it as rude at all. Just fact. He gave a nod to the other for his comment but said nothing back. This is where a normal human would offer a name, but he was still a bit short on normal .

Huh. She had to glance up to the roof as they ran, just for a moment. He was on the roofs? Interesting. She whispered behind him. "New York, America?" I mean, really, it could be like... new Yorkshire or something, so sometimes you have to clarify.

Ah, but as he said stop she came to a studder step stop behind him, then inched closer to peek around at what he was seeing. Her eyes looked over the people, all moving away from him, and what the man was looking at, though it was obscured on the other side of him.

"Not really chasing. Just a bit curious is all. There seemed like quite a few of them out at the moment. I've read about them in history and wanted to get a better look." That and she wanted to make sure this wasn't some weird cyberman take over or something. You never really know.

"They're keeping a wide birth around him and his subject, which means his subject must have the illness. Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't seen more dead in the streets."

"So those things are supposed to be in this era?" Casey asked, ignoring the other questions for now. "I heard mentions of a plague, which is what caught my ear." Keeping an eye on things too, voice low. All business for the moment, as his eyes scanned around for anywhere they might get a better look.

"Sap." She said in an amused but soft tone, leaning in to kiss his jaw softly before resting there on him again. "I got what I deserve. I got you. That's all that matters to me. Good or bad days."

She let out a sigh, wanting to sleep still, but not daring too. "Are you feeling okay at the moment, love?"

"The Black Plague." She said softly, head tilted a bit, but eyes watching the doctor. "The Black Death?" She said, as if asking if he had never heard of it before or not. "It was one of the most devastating pandemics in human history. Took out a lot of Europe in the late 1340s to the early 1350's. I have a feeling that's the timeline we're at right now."

She frowned, watching him as he scanned the area, also watching past him to the doctor and the human he was looking over. Or she assumed it was human. "Honestly, this is not the best place for us to set up a Market in." The Library, that is.

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