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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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She's worried. Really worried, but she watches him a moment, then takes off, looking for things she's collected before. She has a stash hidden here and there, and before long she returns with some things she's gotten before.

Coming to the bed side again she dropped a few things off, as well as bandages and... a small white cardboard box of cookies and two oranges. She sits those to the side and knees on the bed beside him.

She hurts. There are aches and pains all over, but he wont notice. He wont notice because she's very good at hiding her pains. Or tries to be. She instead works on him.

She moves to take one of his hands, bringing it to her and slowly, slowly, unwrapping it. "That was the past, Grant. They messed with you so badly, love, but that was the past. No more walls. No more rope."

She started to clean it.

There's something comforting about her hands, he takes pride in them. He helped her get better and now she's helping him. No more leaving things behind. No more killing things callously.

"...and I helped you."

He needs to know he did that.

She looked up to him as he said that. She knows that tone. The statement. He's looking for reassurance. She'd used that tone often as well, when needing reassurance.

She nodded, going back to work, cleaning his first wrist off. "You helped me. When no one else would. Now it's my turn, okay?"

She reached over and took out a cookie, moving to place it in his other hand that she wasn't working on. "Eat this. It will help a bit." She then smiled, faintly. "Me and a cookie. We will help." When she was sure the bleeding was taken care of as well as she could, pressure to keep it closed, she would start the stitches. She's done this a few times before now. "This will pinch..."

He's numb. Staring at his fingers he flexes them and stops himself, looking at the wound before looking back at her mournfully.

"...Nobody would have ever done this for me until you Kara." His voice is soft, "I used to dream...to hope that once I'd gotten away from garrett things would be better. That there would be people who'd do this for me.

I didn't realize I'd have to find you, but now that I have..."

The moment her fingers brush his he shivers.

"I keep hurting you."

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.

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."

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.

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."

"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?"

He nods mutely, "I think I can try and sleep."

He sighs, almost - almost contented, "Really sleep."

"Mmm, I'm not so sure sleep is a good idea." She said softly, opening her eyes to peek up at him again. I woke up again with a hit in a dream and ended up with that mark. There was no way you could have done that. And you said you... were... um, in your dreams. With this." She said, letting a hand reach out to touch his bandaged wrist.

"I want you to rest, but not sleep. Not until I find the Head Librarian and find out what's going on."

"we could do other things." He reaches for her leg, gently, "To keep me awake." But his eyes are lidded and heavy, "....I went crazy without you baby. The one thing that kept me going was the thought of avenging you to make the pain stop."

He sniffs, pulling her close, "But we got a second chance."

As he reached for her leg she chuckles at him, moving to sit up around his middle, and leaned over carefully, cutting back a wince as she did. Ouch. But she smiled anyhow. "We could. But you just woke up with your wrists split. I think you need to relax. Find a book to read maybe, love." And as it turned a bit heavy again she kept on smiling, but it was very sad.

"I'm sorry I left you, baby.I don't think I needed avenging though. I need you to go on, if you ever go back there without me. For now, you are right. Second chance, and I'm not letting you go. I'm going no where as well."

He let the silence sink in at that. I need you to go on if you ever go back there without me.

Would the librarian be so cruel?

when she winces he does and he raises a hand to her cheek, running over her face with something like desperation in his gaze.

"When you get back we could...we could wedding plan. Find some books, I'll do that. Find books for your dress and ...rings and..." he sounds like a child, suggesting toys, suggesting games to play, "Because you're going to be my wife."

I owe you that.

He sniffs, "and I'm going to take care of you. and we're going to take care of this place."

She doesn't move too much, just leaning over him for now, smiling, happy to have him here again. Happy to feel ... more. Feel like there was more to her now. Closure came with death, it seemed. At least for her. Maybe that was it for her. She doesn't really know.

Still, she leaned over him and smiled down at him. "I'd like that. Though I don't expect a big wedding, baby. It'd be fun anyhow."

She reached a hand to pet his cheek in return, softly running fingers over the stubbly skin. "Rest up. We can find some books to look at. We can take care of this place. And I can take care of my husband in return."

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