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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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"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.

"Depends." Backing up might not be a bad idea. Cautious steps back, keeping his eyes focused forward, hockey-stick hefted. "Were you paying attention to which way we were going?"

She hefted thee bat, keeping it to the side. She didn't LIKE to hurt other beings, but she also wasn't about to get hurt out here like a silly human. "I'm pretty good with direction. The baths are forward and to the left a ways. The Market place is back there. And--oh. SO is that..."

She said, having glanced back only to freeze now. There was another wolf, a bit smaller, standing another 40 feet behind them... the one ahead of them was creeping towards them as well.

"I'm guessing 'that' is a reason we can't go back..." Casey narrowed his eyes. "Stay close, alright?" Before he was dashing forward with a shout. "GOONGALA!!!!!!!!!!!"

Best to take the beast by surprise, right?

Oh dear, this was going to get messy. "I've never seen them this close to the center!" She said as he said to stay close. She tried, though he was rushing the first wolf. She wasn't even going to question what he just yelled. But it did remind her of Geronimo! Which, at that moment, she might have whispered as she tried to keep up but kept out of the way, turned enough to keep an eye on the other one.

They needed a plan. An escape. Her mind was buzzing in thoughts. There was a pass through coming up, on their left. And one of the right just past the first wolf. The right was the way they wanted to go.

The left, she realized, had another wolf blocking the way, snapping at Casey as he came closer to it.

The first wolf snapped his jaws and growled loudly, fully intending to try and take on the boy in his attack. Be careful it doesn't get hold of that hockey stick, or it might not be a hockey stick no more.

Casey'd played this game at least once before, hoping Clara was listening to reason. Going into a slide UNDER THE wolf, and jamming up with his left hand covered by the spiked blockers-pad. Especially with it's taser (home-made). Electricity jolting through the wolf, and Casey shoving to check it with himself and his hockey-stick as he got to his feet again. Shoving it to the side, before dancing back out of range of the wolf that was snapping at him.

"I'm open to suggestions!" He called, smacking at the snout, pulling out his goalie-stick too. Dual-wielding time now and managing to keep the sticks from the wolf-jaws at least.

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While Casey was dealing with the big one, impressively, she might add, she bit back a squeak of shock as the one behind them lunged towards her. She brought the bat up in a swing, smacking it sounding in the skull, though not hard enough to knock it out, it was dazed.

As Casey was near again, asking for suggestions, she took a moment, umm'ed and... grabbed one of his cans of spray paint. "Run?" She said as suggestion, pointing forward to where he knocked the large wolf down. There was an opening up past it. Mean while she took the can of paint, darted forward to snapping wolf three and sprayed it in it's face and mouth, staring to move by it as she did. It tried to snap at her, but inhaling paint and being blinded, the wolf whimpered, growled and tried to shake it's head as it backed away.

One would shocked and down? Check. One wolf spray painted in the face and blinded? Check. One... behind them, dazed and confused but starting to get to it's feet again? Double Check. Don't mind her if she starts to run ahead of you, Casey. You have two sticks.

He does have more gear, and he is more prepared for this, so he doesn't mind at all. Good use of his paint-grenade, as she's smacking the blinded one and moving to body-check it too into the dazed one. Casey'll be feeling those later, but right now adrenaline is singing through his veins in the key of battle.

It's playing his song.

"You know where we're going?" A quick step or two, skates unretracting to slip beneath his shoes, as he's eyeing the third one. As at home on the roller-blades as he is on the ice, allowing him to move backwards more easily while eyeing their opponents.

Clara is on the move. She has no skates, just feet, which is fine as she isn't sure she would be good on skates. How she'd love her motorcycle right about now. Not that it would be easy to zoom away in this. A sonic Screwdriver would be GREAT too. She wished she had one of those. Or the Doctors. Anything.

Sorry, Casey, but she's leaving the battling up to you for right now, trying to get ahead. She jinked right and through the passage way, darting into another room of the library, still full of books. She started across the room.

"Ah... yeah?" She called back as he asked if she knew where we were going. Sure! Sure she did! In this room there was a spiral stair case to a second floor and a large sitting chair. "How well can wolves climb steps, do you think?" She had an idea.

These weren't mutant wolves--just large, so honestly he didn't know. "What kind of stairs?" He was needing the extra mobility, fending off the third wolf as it lunged at him. A firm thwack of the goalie-stick followed by hooking the regular one under front leg and pulling. "2 minutes, penalty-box for you, Fido!"

At least Casey was cheery about it, as he kept smacking at the creature, trying to keep the other two in his awareness. Especially since the blinded one managed to slam into him. Into the bookcase--ow.

Ducking, pivoting, hockey stick placed away in favor of the heavier goalie one. Especially as it was used to smack jaws away from his mask. "Man, when did you last brush?!" Another smack, and he was skating backwards for space, an exploding puck pulled out, firecracker-fuse crackling. "Go fetch!" Smack! and the projectile headed for the third-wolf, as blinded was sniffing.

Manic laughter followed the sound of the explosion.

"The, aah, rounded metal kind?" She knew of a path they can take once up there. She's hoping the wolves have a hard time up the steps, and if she can move that large resting chair or table, maybe... into the steps? It'll give them a hard time following. From there it would be just a swift run to the center, or even the bath house to hide. WHY were they this close inside anyhow? What was making them come in closer?

Also, what was with all the bad PUNS? Not that she minded, but he sounded like he was having FUN. Oh heck, he sounded like the Doctor. In trouble and loving it. She nearly jumped though at the small explosion. "Holy--what did you do?!" And she hit the steps long before he would get there. Well, not too long, but she had a good distance as he fended them off. She started up the round as best she could. "Up. Up. Up."

And if he follows or not, she's rounding up to the top. It's narrow, so Casey might have some trouble with sticks and skates, but the wolves will have issues too. The moment she hit the top she tried to drag the reading chair across the floor, scraping it as she did. Keep them busy, Casey!!

Casey IS having fun; you should be worried Clara.

Several more pucks heading into the wolves in rapid-fire succession. Casey was trying to figure out how to put more space between them all without damaging the books. Another two exploding pucks, and he's skating into view of the stair-case rapidly.

"Oh, THAT kind of stairs." No worse than a fire-escape, as he's sheathing the goalie-stick and sort of scrambling up and around as he quickly as he can. His skates retracted once more, resting against his shins, and about halfway up he's throwing another exploding puck down to buy them more time before scrambling the rest of the way up.

Rolling out of the way of Clara with the reading-chair.

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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

/reaches for too. Right now this is my distraction from RL!

it's a good distraction

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