The 9th Hour... (Phase 1: Sept-Oct Event)

[central_librarymods]

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.

Comments

[facemyenemys]

"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."

[ingrantitude]

"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."

[facemyenemys]

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."

[ingrantitude]

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."

[facemyenemys]

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."