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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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~~April was also his age, and he was crushing on her, hard. Clara was older. April also wears tights with her shorts.~~

Ok, safe enough. Deep breath Casey, and this is not so bad. Besides, that water is going to feel SO good considering the bruises he's found besides the one on his cheek. There's a lovely one on his right shoulder blade from the wolf slamming him into the bookcase after all.

Quick strides, then just jumping right in after placing the bat on the side of the pool. Padlock of doom is looped around one of the towel-sections of his make-shift toga. Don't mind the relieved groan he lets out as hot water soaks into aches.

"Alright, the hot water makes up for the awkwardness." Conceding. Eyes-closed, barely with his head above the water. Worth it.

~~Oh god, Clara, you dress like a 17 year old, don't you. Stop that. That is beside the point though.~~

But yeah, she didn't have a care in the world right now. If he left or not, completely up to him but she wasn't passing this up after THAT run for anything. She let her legs float out a bit, still under water, and sighed a dreamy light sigh. Yes, good.

And then she heard him. She lied, and peeked, but just one eye, smirking a bit as he got right in. Good kid, going in shorts and all. He can't be more than what? sixteen to eighteen? She closed her eye again and smiled a sharp smirk.

"Who's awkward?" She said with a chuckle, eyes still closed but most of her under water now. "In all seriousness though, the hot water makes up for everything."

It earned her a retaliatory splash of water, and his tongue sticking out at her with accompanying rude noise. "No kidding. I don't think I've been this achy since Raph and I first met." At least the awkwardness was dispelled. Mostly.

Moving over so he was closer to where his bat was at least, and then ducking under the water. OH man, that felt sooooooooooooooooo good on his bruised cheek. Coming up again and shaking the water out of his hair.

"So what'd you mean by your kids earlier?"

She chuckled, splashing back and glad he could relax a bit. It'll help with the muscles. She heard him duck under and come up again, shaking his head. It made her smile more, half floating there half sitting, letting the burn of the water help ease her.

"My students." She said simply, peeking an eye open over at him. "I teach English at a Secondary School." Simple as that. She follows it up with. "Who's Raph?"

"Explains the history lesson earlier." Secondary School? Don't mind him as he tries to figure out what age group that is in American terms.

"Raph. Raphael. One of my friends, and part of why I'm used to a lot of the strangeness." Smirking at her with a wink. "Like blue boxes that apparently travel through time and space, although that one specifically is a new one to me."

Moving to rest his head on his arms on the edge, laying his non-bruised side down. "He's one of 4 brothers I met. We clashed at first, as I thought he was one of the bad guys. Didn't realize he was one of the good guys until later."

"Sorry about that. When I travel with my friend we tend to go to a lot of historic places, so you pick things up. Though that bit of information I already knew." She said with a smirk.

Lowering herself under water a moment she popped up again just in time to hear him explain. Hmm. "Good guys? Bad guys? You make it sound like you fight crime." And really, he seemed like he did, with how he was dressed.

"As for the blue box. Ever seen a old English police box? Or a old telephone box?"

Why yes, it was time for information swaping, huh.

"Only in tv shows." Casey responded, amused. "Gotta be cramped in there."

Still, even if he was basking in the idea he was asked to come help save something (even a library, albeit a very important one) and the guys weren't, Casey missed them. And April; all 6 of them had been through so much together lately.

"I do. It's been slower since the alien invasion was dealt with. But Shredder's up to something besides just trying to control all the crime families. He's working on something involving mind-control." Uncharacteristically serious; realizing if he was here, then he couldn't be helping the guys.

"It's bigger on the inside." She said calmly with a smug smile.

Welp, that was a story. She raised a brow, glanced over at him in full now and studied him. So serious.

"Sounds like an interesting story. Alien invasions and Shreders and crime families. Topping it off with mind-control. Story time, maybe?" In other words, start talking, kiddo.

"You first, oh time-traveling lady who likes cramped spaces." He is totally teasing, given what she just said. He's raising a brow now himself, and just as easily back to playful. Doesn't mean he's not taking it all seriously anyways.

"It's bigger on the innnsiiide." She said that last word in a long held out singsong voice, smiling. Though she is also serious, but teasing is easy, right? They were friendly people.

"What do you want to know? My best friend is a very old very timeless alien man with two hearts that runs around time and space, saving worlds, galaxys and never receives a proper thanks for it? That his space ship is in the form of a bit blue phone box? Or that I've stepped on the moon a couple of times now. Yes, the one you can see from Earth?"

That was just going to bring up more questions, huh.

"Cool." Casey just repeats again, accepting it like it's nothing. "I haven't done the time bit, although I've been in the gateway between dimensions--and that was weird, as I'm pretty sure we all saw different, dorkier, versions of ourselves. That counts as being in space, right?"

Challenging teasing back just as much. Truthfully, for all the dorkiness, the alternate version of him definitely looked tougher. Casey hoped he had a bit more growing in the muscle department, after seeing the potential.

"But nah, it started with a crazy mutant attack on my friend April. She was my trig tutor, and we were setting up a study date when this big giant globby monster starts coming after her. We fended it off for, then ran, but she never did explain it. After that, she was apparently fighting with her friends, and came to hang out with me at the Hockey rink. That's when the crazy robo-ninjas showed up. She tried to lead them away from me--not sure if it worked, as I had my hands full taking 'em out."

Yes, he is entirely serious about all of this.

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His 'Cool' made her smirk. It was nice when people just rolled with things like this, though honestly, if they were all stuck here for mysterious reasons to help, then a person has to be used to some level of strangeness.

"I think I will pass on the dimension hopping, myself. All of time and space is good enough for me right now. But yeah, I think that counts for something at least." She said with a chuckle.

His friend was a trig tutor? Thinking about MATH should not make her heart ache like that. but Math brought up Danny in her mind. Something she shut down swiftly as she paid attention to the kids story.

"Fending off an alien monster attack sounds familiar. Robo-ninja's are new for me though. Though not that far fetched, really. I take it the two of you got out of it alright? You look intact at last. Other than that bruise on your face. I noticed it back in the Marketplace, so I don't figure it's anything to do with the wolves."

Huh?

"Nah, this happened at least a half-year ago." The bruise was from..oh! "Oh, yeah." A sigh, mouth frowning. "I got sucker punched in a nasty way in my dream and when I woke up I was bruised from it this morning."

Not going in to detail beyond that though.

"Anyways, Red--that's April--must've been alright though, as she showed up at the rink after I took out my part of the Robo-ninjas. She was fine. I didn't know at that point she'd made up with her friends, but that's beside things." Continuing his explanations. "Anyways, I knew at this point my city was in trouble, infested. Casey Jones decided to do something about it." A very smug and proud grin there.

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She sat up a bit, pushing her legs down to rest her feet on the warm floor, looking over at him with a raised brow. "You woke up from a dream with it?" That's concerning, actually. "You got punched so hard in a dream that you woke up hurting."

There is a moment where she looks startled, a bit scared. She lets her hand reach up to touch her temple of her forehead, checking for that ice cream brain freeze burn. It's not there. It hasn't been there for a while, but... his conversation made her suddenly remember that problem. What if this fantastical place was a dream within those dreams... again.

No. No. they solved that one...

She shook her head a bit, and watched his proud grin as he told her more of his story. "Is that what all the gear is for? Fighting?" SHe had to ask, settling in more once again. "Does your friend, Red... April, have sports gear like this too?"

"It is. Made myself." A matter-of-fact look, and while Casey wasn't book-smart he was clever. "I can't exactly go buying armor or to the cops or anything, can I?" The cops couldn't do anything about the Kraang, or the mutants.

"April doesn't. She has some kind of ninja-hand fan made of metal, and she's pretty skilled with it. Her friends, their father is also their teacher, a ninja master. He's teaching her."

Letting that sink in. Casey really had no teacher, except his own experience and what he was picking up from the guys. Maybe he should start asking Splinter for help. Of course, doing so without the others finding out would be the hard part. Not something he wanted them to know about, just yet; he was awesome on his own so far.

"Anyways, I was stopping some gang members, the purple dragons, from mugging someone. Raph caught me then, and thought I was being too hard on them. SO we clashed."

She's trying to follow his story. The people. Picking up names and things. She can understand the armor, she supposes. He looks more like a punk kid then a street fighter out to correct crimes. Which is good, she supposed. Though she doesn't think fighting is that great.

She leaned back and let him tell his story, purple dragons, someone named Raph, a friends ninja master father training her. It seemed like something out of a story book or cartoon, but she can't really place it at all. Then again everything seemed out of a story book in this place. She met HP Lovecraft. Anything can happen.

"So, you have a friend learning to be a lady ninja. And another person who stopped you from hurting some thugs. What about family? Or, who taught you how to do that thing with the pucks back there? What's your friend like? Maybe they'll ask her to come and help, if you think she'd have the personality to want to help."

"April would love it here. I know she'd want to help. So would the others, as they really are good guys." Casey grinned at the thought, then smirked. "Donnie'd love it. Then I would get to tell him they brought ME here first." Smug at that, clear this was one of his friends. Sort of. Mostly.

"Do what with the pucks?" Seriously, that was just his hockey-skills. "No one taught me. I mean, I play Hockey for the school team. That's part of how I met April. I needed to not fail off the team." He had a father, and a little sister...and the Turtles and Splinter and April, as family.

She was relaxing again, feeling the burn of the pool and trying to let the aches out. He seemed like a good kid. Even with that smug smile. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky and your three friends will show up also. I'm hoping mine will as well, as I think he'd find this place really interesting."

"And yeah, the pucks. You're pretty talented with how you directed them. I might not have seen a lot for the simple fact that I was running. Sorry, by the way, for letting you deal with most of that. I swear I'm not that helpless all the time." She said with a chuckle.

Confidence had never been Casey's weakspot, that was certain. Tipping her a salute and a grin. "Anytime. Slaying mutant monsters, saving damsels in distress, just call Casey Jones." Playing again, as he really wasn't a knight type. April could hold her own, which Casey also found really cool. She was often right there fighting along with him and the others. Not just waiting around to be rescued; heck they saved each other as often as not.

"Lots of practice at the rink?" Casey shrugged, kind of blushing a bit with the praise, but he would so blame it on the heat of the bath. "So alien with two hearts. Used to saving galaxies and stuff. Why isn't he here already do you think?"

Would be a perfect candidate to help, if the Librarians wanted to save this place.

"Well, don't get used to it. I won't be a damsel in distress if I can help it." She said with a large smile. He seems cocky, and that was alright. She knew someone else with an ego and a whiteknight complex too, even if he wont admit it.

At his question though, she frowned. Yes, why ISN'T he here? She raised a hand out of the water to rub at her face, running water over it and scrubbing her cheeks a bit. "Mmm, I'm not sure. He's a bit of a 'show up when he wants to' kind of guy. Or so he says. I think he just doesn't know how to drive his TARDIS. Or maybe he just missed the call, so they settled for me."

"We can try and get you some stuff, if it'd help." Casey offered, willing to do so. Then he listened, and observed. Frown on his face, as he heard her mention things. "Maybe there're things you can do, that he can't, and that's why you're here. We're all invited right? So they've gotta be choosing us for a reason."

She had spirit and smarts; those counted for a lot in Casey's book.

"I suppose it can't hurt, though I'm not much of a fighter. I'm more of a 'puzzle it out and get out of the bad situation' kind of girl. Though I know how to throw a punch."

At his comment, about her being able to do things that he can't she chuckled sadly, her voice almost wishful as she said. "Oh, the Doctor can do anything. But..." She cheered up a bit, looking smug. "He's no doubt lost with out me right now. He might be able to do anything, but he does need his companions."

Casey and Clara must share a chapter for each of their books, because spirit and smarts does go a long ways for her too.

"If he could do anything, he wouldn't need companions right? That means you're important." Once more serious and genuine, holding up his fist for her to bump with him.

She chuckled, shifting over a bit in the large pool to raise her fist and give his a bump. She knows fist bumps. She's around kids. She teaches. She's not as old as she sometimes feels. "Darn right. I'm his impossible girl. He can't get rid of me for too long. Once we fix up this library I'll find him again and it's back into the stars. Helping others."

Admittedly Casey had all but forgotten they were in a giant warm pool.

"I think an impossible girl definitely sounds like the perfect person to work with a guy who can do anything." Wait, did that make sense? Casey thought it made sense, although now he wasn't sure. It made sense in his head.

Shifting to hoist himself out of the pool though, aches soothed and albeit he's still bruised. He has to figure out how he's going to get more ammo. "I'm serious about helping you with gear if you want. Or just a sparring partner."

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