central_librarylogs | 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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"It's not?" Amery blinked, taking a quick look around. Had he missed something, in between all of his nightmares? He hadn't seen any trouble since wandering around, but he could have just gotten lucky. Clearing his throat, he looked back at Bucky, doing his best not to stare, no matter how hard that was.

It would feel incredibly awkward now to ask a stranger with his face to take a look at his back, no matter how badly it hurt, so he shelved the idea for the time being. "Is something going on?"

Bucky isn't trying at all not to stare, but then again his natural state of 'talking to people' was a bit of a 'stare at them' kind of thing. He was doing that thing where he didn't answer questions right away either, but instead watched the question asker (in this case, his younger face twin) for a moment before opening his own mouth to talk. The effect really was just that he was still staring. Damn.

"I'm not sure how far in it has come, but creatures from the outer edges are coming in closer." He said, as if it wasn't much of a problem. "I wouldn't go far with out someone with you." Says the man who is wandering around alone.

Wait, no, he can't let this go any longer. "I haven't seen you before." Bucky, please, you haven't seen a lot of people in this place, as you area recluse and an anti-social, and you say that to the guy who kind of looks like you? really now...

"Creatures?" Amery repeated. "What sort of creatures?" He hadn't seen very much to worry about, but then he'd been keeping mostly to himself since he'd gotten here, and this was the first time he'd spoken to someone else in a long time. Maybe the isolation had been contributing to his nightmares, as well, as much as he enjoyed being on his own some times.

"Clearly." No, wait, maybe that had come out a little more rude than he'd intended. "Sorry." He had the grace to apologize, at least. "I have never met you before. I'm sure I would remember it."

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 .

"Oh. I believe I might have heard of those." Maybe seen them a few times, but he hadn't ventured close enough to be in any real danger. "Are they that much of a risk?" Perhaps he should find some sort of weapon to defend himself with. Nothing here would ever be as good as Anastasia, but in times of need a man had to compromise.

Amery cleared his throat. "Forgive me for being short with you, a moment ago; I've been having a rough night. My name is Amery Vallet."

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