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.

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[silvan_captain]

Fire. All around her the forest burned. The forest that had sheltered her from childhood, the forest she loved, her home. Despite her banishment, the Greenwood would always be a part of her. And now, all around her, it burned, and she was powerless to stop it.

Still, it did not mean she would not try. She would fight this enemy she could not see. The ones that dared to burn her forest. She ran through the trees, the branches cutting her as she did not bother finding an unhindered path. She had to get to the King’s halls. If these fires continued to rage, they would be trapped there, and there would be nothing she could do.

Something blocked her way, but the smoke stung her eyes, and she could not see it. Everything around her went dark. Everything was black, and a voice rang out in her head, menacingly taunting her.

“You are failed, Tauriel, Captain of the Guard. You have failed.”

With a cry, Tauriel jerked awake, surprised to find she had fallen asleep where she sat. Elves were not ones to drift off unexpectedly, but lately, she had been finding herself falling asleep more and more, and into a much deeper slumber than she was accustomed. It was strange. Shaking herself a little, she got to her feet, hoping to shake off the dream which still plagued her mind.

It was a dream. No more. It was not something worth dwelling on. Still, she could almost smell the smoke, as if something had burned quite recently.

Suddenly she realized the burning smell was not imagined. Inspecting her hair, she found the ends shockingly singed. That was odd. She could not remember being near an open flame, and she never burned her hair, even when she was. She also seemed to still have the cuts from running through the trees, on her arms. This was also surprising, there was no logical reason her arms would be cut, especially since she always had sleeves.

Something was amiss, and it set her on edge. She did not know what was happening, but she knew she dreaded the next time she would sleep. What would happen if the dream returned?

[alec_lightwood]

After dreaming of Abbadon, Alec didn't really want to sleep. He didn't want to risk dreaming of his injuries again and this time having a poisoned wound show up on his chest instead of just claw marks. So instead, he wandered the Library, dressed in his black shadowhunter gear and trying to stay awake.

When he heard the cry, Alec drew one of his seraph blades and ran toward whoever might be in danger. He slowed when he realized that there was no obvious danger. Still scanning the room, he looked over at the other patron. He vaguely recognized her from Magnus' ball but her hair had been longer then. "Are you okay?"