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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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"I think so!" She said, not stopping now. Not yet at least. She glanced back at the... aww, what a baby face. And that bruise too. Huh. But she glanced back at him as he tilted the mask back and shook her head. "Shouldn't be far now."

And as they came into view of it she let out a sigh, slowing down with him and leaning over her knees a moment to catch her breath as well.

"I'd say I'm pretty full up on this era now. I'm not too keen on the food here either. That was a really large rat back there and I think I want to burn these leggings." She stood right again and let out a huff.

"Portal's back there. I think we should go make use of it." She nodded her head back and ignored those who were chattering around them. Right now it didn't matter if anyone chased them. Home was just a hundred yards away.

"Best idea yet." Casey replied, finally replacing the hockey stick as he finished catching his breath. Rolling his shoulder a bit, clearly no worse the wear for his brush with chaos and an angry mob. "So yeah--we should be alright as long as we scrub clean and wash our gear, right?"

He had not forgotten they were in an era when the plague ran rampant. No longer running at least, but moving towards the portal at a determined pace.

She was moving now as well, headed for the portal area at a good pace, but not running now. She figures she can ask more about him when they were safe, but right now she just wanted to be absolutely clear of the mod they just ditched.

"That's the idea! People didn't bath as much in this era. Well, it's true!" She told a man who gave her a glare as he heard her. She shrugged, smiled and kept going. "there's a new bath house in the Library too it seems. That will help."

Casey ignored the glare; it wouldn't have been out of place in New York City, so it didn't trouble him. "A bath house? What like you see in anime?" Then again, if the Library could open a portal to the plague-era for a market, why not anywhere else?

It briefly occurred to Casey--oh god, what if it could open one to Dimension X? That would so not be what he needed right now. More Kraang. A little shudder, not prompted by the previous discussion, as they moved back towards the Library.

"You sound like you've been around a while." His head tilting, thinking for a moment. "British too, right? I'm from New York City, America, yes." He had been paying attention earlier. Just had other things on his mind.

She stuck her tongue out at the man as they passed, headed right for the portal they had come through earlier. She might come back, later, to try and talk to the doctors that wandered around, but she almost didn't want to now.

"I'm... not sure. Maybe? I only went past it. I haven't explored it yet." She gave a short shrug and paused at the portal that no one but them could see. She started to dust off her black leggings and skirt, just in case. double checking for specks of dirt or, yuck, fleas.

"I do a bit of traveling is all." She said with a cheeky grin. "I'm originally from Blackpool. Ah, yes, England." She forgets that most people don't know the areas. It's England or nothing, really.

As she stood right again she smirked, hand out to him. "Clara Oswald of England, two thousand and fifteen. Or I think it was..." Curious comment.

"Hope they have towels then..." Casey murmured, checking himself similarly. Shaking out his mask, his gloves, before taking her hand. "Casey Jones, New York City, 2015." There hints of challenge and playfulness in the hand-shake, which matches well with what Clara'd seen so far. "Only recently invited to save this great Library..."

A sigh, and he murmured to himself more than to her. "And man I really need to think of a way to make that sound bad-ass..."

She gave a firm shake and a single nod to him. "Good to know we're from the same year at least. I think I've been here about a month, give or take. I tend to have a hard time judging time anymore." She said with a chuckle and nod to the portal.

"Don't worry. Saving something important makes you a bad ass in general. Come on. Let's get back to something a bit more civilized." She said and started to back up... not letting go of his hand. Instead she tugged him forward to make him follow. Mostly, she didn't want him left behind.

Once back in the Library he'd find that she let go and was already inspecting her cloths again. This place needed a coin wash in it...

Edited 2015-09-29 02:55 (UTC)

Casey looked up in surprise as he was tugged, and that she'd bothered to comment, before grinning at her. Revealing his missing front teeth. "I like the way you think, Clara." Back in the library, Casey stretched his arms a bit and pulled off the hockey-gloves, tucking them under an arm. "Don't suppose this place has a laundromat..."

"And I like the way YOU think. That was literally the same thought I had just now. Though I have some changes of clothing." She said with a smirk. She gave a shrug though, starting to walk away from the Market place portal. "I think we're lucky to have a bath house now. The more we repair the Library the more it gives, or so I've been told."

Casey was out of luck then, as he only had what was on him. "What kind of repairs does this place need? Sebastian mentioned things escaping from the books..." Keeping pace with her, tucking his hands in his front hoodie-pocket as his hockey gloves were held under an arm. "Seems we don't have much beyond the basics right now, as I did find a bed at least."

He'll have to find more then, wont he? "I actually just showed up a day or so before something major happened. I ended up in Stonehenge with a group of people. We had to try to gather the Wonderland tea Party. You know, the Mad Hatter and March Hare? They escaped the books into the real world. It was kind of amazing but such a pain."

She smirked back at him. By the way those gaps in his teeth make him look years younger then a older teen. It's kind of adorable. "But there are some creatures that wander the outer ends of the Library. Escaped from books. They said to be careful out there, but taking them out helps."

"Creature-hunting I can do." Wouldn't be too different than what he'd been doing with the guys in New York. "What was the tea party doing at Stone-henge?" That was the big stone-calendar thing in England right. At least they thought it was a calendar.

Then again, given recent events in Casey's life, maybe they'd rethink it being a way to signal aliens.

"Still been here longer than me. I arrived only a few days ago. Been exploring since. Haven't seen any creatures yet though." At least, not that weren't out of the corner of his eye and he couldn't be sure were real.

"Then you might be the right guy for the job. There are a few people who do patrols around I hear. They go looking to clear out the problems while the rest of us kind of either gather things or fix book shelves. That kind of thing."

"Stone-henge was neat though. The party set up right in the center and just made a huge mess. We had to help clear them out, clean it up and keep the Law from trying to arrest people." She chuckled, grinning over at him. "It was a bit more fun then tracking Bambi down, I bet." What? She liked her group!

"But yeah, I suppose you are a bit new. A few days and already being chased by an angry mob."

"How organized are the patrols?" Casey'd have to learn who the others doing it were, at least. He still preferred to go solo.

"I can help with the labor stuff too, especially if it means we get more amenities." Fixing bookshelves would SO not be more difficult than fixing up the hot rod. Maybe he'd be lucky and be able to get a bicycle among those amenities they'd get for fixing things up.

"You took being in the Faire there well though. What kind of traveling are you used to?" Maybe she'd just been in the library long-enough, but there was an ease to all of it that was nagging in Casey's brain about her.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. You could use the bookmark and ask on the network though. Can't hurt, right?" She said as they walked, Clara, not paying as much attention as she normally does when alone. Talking. Talking to people sometimes distracts her. Well, unless it's the Doctor. Or a bad situation.

And right now COULD be a bad situation. Creatures had been coming in closer to the center of the library, and though nothing was visible at the moment, the path they were taking right now was being mirrored by something near by. Shadowy, furry, possibly a wolf like creature stalking them. Whoops.

"That would be nice. I don't think there is any real direction to anything. You just kind of jump in where you can. Patrols or protection or clean up."

She blinked and tilted her head at the question. "Hmm..." Did it matter if she told the truth or not? Eh. "A friend of mine has a blue box that travels time and space. So... all kinds of traveling, I suppose." Truth it is.

"Cool." Accepting that truth as easily as everything else. Eventually the hockey-gloves go back on, because it's easier than carrying them. "So I guess I'll just make my own schedule, and see what I can apply my talents too."

Casey was considerably less jumpy than before, but the adrenaline hadn't quite left yet. Especially as they were moving more into the Library proper, and he started seeing...something...out of the corner of his eye. Just gonna keep walking, and casually pull out a hockey stick and normal puck, and idly juggle it/move it along the floor.

Don't mind him, really. He'd been learning, even if he wasn't ninja-trained. Experience (and Raph) and a few poundings were good teachers.

She tilted her head, glancing over at him as he said cool to all that. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she smirked, as if trying to study his reaction to that. Most people boggled or disbelieved. She gave a slight chuckle though.

"Not many people just roll with that." She walked past a row of shelves, past an opening towards the row on the other side of them. Not looking through it as they went. "And if you don't ask, I might. I'm a bit curious to the patrols myself." She now started to pat down her little shoulder bag to find her bookmark. If Casey glanced back to the opening/passage way they just passed, he might have caught a large bushy tail. What ever it was was walking beside them and a few paces back, but in the other row.

Casey is only half-listening Clara, sorry. Intent on trying to be nonchalant and trying also to pay attention to his instincts. What WAS it with this place? He'd been fine in the market.

Well, fine until they'd gotten a mob angry.

But he was feeling jumpy again like he had been when he'd run into Sebastian earlier. Maybe it was just because libraries were always spooky places. This place being a magic library just made it extra spooky, right?

And who's fault was the mob in the first place, Mr Mask of Death? Really.

She was typing however, to make a text post for everyone. Or at least typing down notes, curious. Still, she glanced over at her young companion as he played with the hockey stick of his and said nothing. Her brow raised at that. He's distracted.

"Then there was the massive fire that ate the entire west wing of the library, bringing out zombies from every book that had a person in it." No, that was clearly a lie, but she was wondering if he was paying attention.

That wonder made HER pay more attention to what was around them now. She didn't see anything though. Turning to walk backwards she nonchalantly peeked behind them, seeing nothing. Hmm.

The wolf was ahead of them now. Something others had fought before, but generally not this close inside the library. Clearly something must be driving them inward. But, alas, as they cross past another opening to the other row of books, nothing else passed as well, as it had already gone up ahead a ways.

"That'd be a lot of zombies." Casey replied absently, showing he was at least partially paying attention. Brown-eyes flicked to her, noticing the backwards walking. "You're jumpy too then?"

Not that he's admitting weakness, not at all. "I know libraries can be creepy and all, but this one seems creepier than usual." Flipping his hockey mask back down for the moment, and juggling his puck as he looked ahead again. Stopping his movement, listening, and then sending the puck winging off at an angle down the corridor.

Still quiet, but listening. And he is SURE he heard something, now. Not just his imagination--that had definitely been movement.

Oh good. He can multi task. That was a good thing. Points to him. And the fact that he picked up what she was doing by the backwards walking suddenly. When he asked if she were jumpy too, she frowned, turning around again to be at his side and not ahead and facing him. She held one hand tightly around the strap of her small hand size bag. Nothing in there would be helpful.

"Not exactly jumpy." She said at first, but glanced at him as he juggled the puck. "But I noticed you seem to have picked up on something." And then he stopped, sending the puck off down the way. She stopped as well, holding her breath and opening her ears.

There were sounds of the puck... but then something else. She took a slow, silent breath, eyes narrowing as she looked down the row of shelves they were walking along. "Okay..." time to go, right?

The creature on their case stopped movement now as well, though his tail swished, and there might have been a low growl, about fifty feet ahead of them, just near another opening...

"I was...definitely jumpy before heading to the market." Casey murmured, eyes alert. "Any ideas? I was seeing things out of the corner of my eyes earlier, but nothing definite."

She took a slow breath, staying where they were. "We could turn back. Return to the market. Take a different path. Sounds like it's ahead of us." She carefully, calmly. She wasn't sure which kind of creatures they might run into, but it wasn't normally this close to the central library.

"Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was..." She couldn't even lie and say the wind. She frowned, glancing at him. "What do you have on you?

Casey turned slightly, still keeping himself mostly faced ahead. Easier for Clara to see the gear he carried, in the form of a goalie-hockey stick and baseball bat, as well as the spray-paint cans hanging from the holster. Also his roller-blades, tucked up against his shins as they were in retracted form.

"I also have a taser." A second or two, and then Casey pulled out the bat, handing it to Clara. Better than nothing, right?

Actually, as she looked over his gear for the first time (actually looking now, that is) she would have asked to barrow the bat anyhow. So taking it she gave a nod, hefting it in her hand and frowning. "Okay, so... a good arsenal. Maybe we wont need it, if we just... back up and go away, hmm?"

She said, taking a step backwards but not too far from her young companion.

There was a figure in a dimly lit space ahead of them, stepping out to glare at them. A wolf of sorts. Though this one looked mangy and dark. A bit bigger than a normal wolf. Dark eyes, almost red. She didn't know it but others had dealt with these kind of creatures before.

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you saw nothing...

I saw EVERYTHING! (And Casey'd so flirt with her...)

LIES! YOU SAW NOTHING (Oh Casey... Honey. Child.)

I must not tell lies... (She's a feisty red-head, she is SO HIS TYPE.).)

There is no lie to tell, as you saw nothing (just be glad i didn't app her here)

Whatever makes you happy to believe. (I can't decide if she or Belle would be fit better)

It helps me sleep at night. (Oh man Belle would be GREAT here)

Sleep is for the weak!

Poopoo on you!

:-p Nah, I love sleep. Really. I should get more of it...

I want more of it too but... roleplay.. /reaches