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

[ingrantitude]

"You shouldn't be sorry. You were defending yourself." Ward will accept the hand and not wince even though his wrists burn, "Never apologize for protecting yourself it's a sign of weakness. I'm-"

I'm amazed you didn't deliver a killing blow

You should have tried to kill me, you shouldn't have let me up.

"...I'll be fine. I'm looking for a woman. Long brown hair, shorter then me. she has...she has scars on her face."

[wanna_bash_heads]

"I haven't seen her. Honestly I haven't seen really anyone yet." Casey replied, moving to grab the fallen bat and replacing it, still keeping an eye on the other man. "...there're things that keep showing up, just out of the corner of the eye though."

Wary, testing, wondering if the other was seeing them too.

[ingrantitude]

"shadows."

Ward's expression is grim,"But this is a magic library. As you said. So I do believe you." He starts looking left and right for any sign of monsters.

"Are you afraid?"

[wanna_bash_heads]

"Cautiously paranoid." Casey murmured, rolling his head to the side in a stretch. "Prepared. You?"

[ingrantitude]

Ward smirked at that, "sharpen your stick. Or at least add a blade to it. there's..." The temperature was starting to drop around them and Ward blinked, instantly alert. There's a real change, he looks - well. Like a warrior. He looks -

Inhuman.

for a brief moment.

Then he's serious, "Did you just arrive? Have a room in the dorms yet?"

[wanna_bash_heads]

"Found one, didn't sleep so well." Casey replied, studying the other. Was he human? An alien? A mutant?

Did it really matter? They were all, if the Cat was right, here to help the library. Any past skirmishes or hard feelings would and should be left behind.

Cautiously, Casey held out his hand in introduction. "Casey Jones. Vigilante from New York, America, 2015."

[ingrantitude]

He hears the words vigilante and New York, and 2015 and for one moment he considers lying. The biggest giveaway would be, will be if he reacts when he says his name. And if he did...

The cat'll protect me. Kara will protect me. At least he could trust Kara.


Ward's eyes are fixed on Casey.

"Grant ward." Ward takes the hand and shakes it, firm but still very wary, "Military. 2015."

[wanna_bash_heads]

Nope, no danger of any kind of recognition. Not beyond that this is another patron of the library. Casey isn't hunting him--or anyone really, here. Nodding, letting the handshake-drop after, as Casey looked at the other again.

"Seriously though, what happened? You might need to change those." Indicating the bandages Grant was already wearing.

[ingrantitude]

"Bad dreams." He rubs at his wrists, "That's why I need to find my fiancee. Or a doctor."

There might be other doctors besides banner, "...You didn't dream? Wake up with bruises or unusual marks?"

[wanna_bash_heads]

The sudden tensing exhibited by Casey said that yes, he had. A sigh, and he flipped up the Hockey-Mask. Older Teenage male, brown-eyes, dark black hair held back by a black bandanna. With a wicked bruise on one cheek.

"Kind of was hoping it was just me."

[ingrantitude]

That looks like it hurt.

[ward nods.] who hit you?

[wanna_bash_heads]

"Doesn't matter." Lies, but Casey is NOT going into it. Not with a stranger.

"Look, I ain't no doctor, but I do know how to change bandages at least. If you know where to find some, I can help until we find your Fiancee or a proper doc." Casey'd been banged up enough between Hockey and then vigilante'ing, he'd learned some basics.

[ingrantitude]

"...Let's hit the medical section." Ward gestures, "We can pull some out of a book."

His eyes narrow, "...Watch yourself, offering like that."

[wanna_bash_heads]

Casey blinks in surprise. Huh? "Why?" What was wrong with helping people?