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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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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.

She might be a wee bit worried, yes.

One thing she has learned, he has a lot of tricks tucked away on his person, so she wasn't too worried. She did run with the bat still, just in case it was needed. Shoving a chair with a bat in her hand she refused to let it go, using it to help push. And just as Casey made it up, she shoved the chair with a great huff, trying to wedge it into the steps. "Give me a hand!" She called, and heaved again.

Someone will have to come back later and clean this up, and it might as well be her, but she's pretty sure no one will mind what they've done right now. None of the shelves or books are hurt at the moment, so it was all good, right?

If a wolf came up at all it would have to contend with a large chair in it's way, blocked off by a pole and railing and unable to go over it. If a wolf came up she figure one of them can hit it, but she didn't intend to stay long.

"Through that arch way, we go forward, left, forward, right and we should be near the center. " She said in a huff, really wanting to take a breath for a moment and knowing they cant.

"Right there with ya." Casey called, scrabbling to his feet and heaving himself at the chair. Between the two of them they were able to jam it pretty solidly in the way. A parting shove to be sure, and Casey is spinning around and heading the way she indicated.

"Rest later, run now. I'm running out of ammo." Which was not good, as he wasn't sure when he'd be able to get more of it. "Definitely going to that bath-house too." Because now he was starting to feel the bruises.

Running. Running. That seemed to be the key word of her life. She huffed and ran after, headed the directions she had just said. "I'm running! I'm running! I'm so tired of running..." She said that last part softer.

But she ran, skidding into a wall as she hit a corner, and kept up as best she could. Hell, for all she knew they weren't even being chased right now. If they can get to the baths they can hide there, right? "This better not be a thing. With you. Being chased. That's twice now!"

"First time wasn't on purpose." Casey replied. To be fair, neither was the second time. Ok left, forward, there's the right turn as Casey took the corner sharply.

"And the second time was?!' She called back at him, as if he just left himself open for that one, because he did. Oh gosh did her legs hurt right now. She was really done with today. Can she be done with today? because she was.

She darted around the corner with him and started to slow in her steps, huffing now for breath. She is in shape, yes, and she and the Doctor do a lot of running, but she's not ninja, and there are breaks to do cleaver things with the Doctor.

"I think... the coast... is clear." She said, more hopeful than not. At least the new Bath house was in view?

He's not a ninja either, just hangs out with them. Casey's huffing himself, leaning on his knees a bit. "Seems so." Another deep breath, and he's moving to sit on the floor right there.

NOW he is starting to feel those bruises, as the adrenaline is wearing off. "How was I to know we'd be stalked by giant wolves? Where did those things come from anyways?" Flipping back up the hockey-mask, so he can breath a bit easier.

Okay, that's weird and she will want to know all about it. Later.

She would sit with him, but she's worried that once she got down she was never getting up again. Instead he leaned over, hands on her knees and sucked in a breath to hold. Let it out and sighed, trying to slow her heart rate and breathing.

"Books. From books, I think. Outer edges of the library. They tell us to be careful out there. Creatures from books, I think. I've only heard it in passing. I kind of showed up here and ended up on an outing before I got to settle in." She huffed again, backing up into a wall and leaning on it, head down a bit. Oh gosh.

"Never... seen them in so close. They don't come that close in. Something must be attracting them or scaring them in. Or... invading. I don't know. Someone else mentioned it. That things were weird. the library was wrong. Maybe that's it."

"What'd they say?" Casey is only slightly worried now, as he's feeling the aches, about getting back up. Which means getting to his feet, now. Moving to lean with her against the wall.

"I mean, earlier I felt like things were always out of the corner of my eye. I've dealt with enough strange things that a magic library being haunted isn't all that odd." So maybe something really was going on.

"Just felt weird. Not like it normally does." She moved to offer a hand to him, to help him up, only to realize he was up and leaning on the wall beside her. She let the hand drop and muttered a sorry under her breath with a huff of air. No more running, please?

"You too? I noticed a few things this morning, but I didn't see anything. Then I found the new Market place. It changes appearance off and on I hear. Oh gosh, I can't wait to sleep tonight." She'll regret sleeping, later. "I suppose I needed that work out."

"I am so ready for a break." Casey murmured to himself, ready to sleep as well. Then again, if it was the dream beavers, maybe sleep wasn't a good idea.

"So where's that bath house? I hope there's plenty of hot-water." Turning to his companion though, Casey grinned. "Nice to meet you Clara, hope this doesn't become a pattern. Glad anyways."

She stood up more again and grinned as he did. That gap in his teeth was kind of amusing in a cute way. "Nice to meet you too, Casey. Though I have a feeling that this kind of thing happens a lot. To both of us. You just seem like that kind of guy."

She chuckled and lifted the hand that still held the bat, offering it back to him. "We should be fine, so long as I've got Casey at the bat." Ignore the fact that the reference means he strikes out. So long as he strikes something, they'll be good, right?

"This way. Oh man, so tired..." She said and pushed off the wall, headed the short distance to their location. "Ah, good. I remembered!" Oh, you mean she wasn't SURE where it was? Whoops.

That she hadn't remembered, is earning her an eye-roll. "Good thing Hockey's my game then." Yep, he caught the reference, amused as they walked.

Wasn't like he hadn't had enough teasing about his name over his life-time.

Through an archway, around a corner, and then his eyes were widening. Woah...that was impressive. Was this the bath area? Don't mind him as he does gawk a bit.

Hey, she knew, sort of. Or hoped she remembered. She did chuckle at his comeback, about Hockey. "You're pretty impressive with the pucks and sticks. What I could see that is, what with all the running and trying not to scream."

As he gawks, she starts down the path to it, pausing to turn back, reach out, poke him in the shoulder with a finger. "Come on. The water will help, I think. You thought it would be smaller, huh."

The poke gets him out of his stupor, and he smirks back at her. "Hey, Casey Jones was on skates before he could walk, thanks." Or close enough, given his Father's former profession. Cocky though, and it showed as he soaked up the praise.

"I don't really know what I expected. Wonder where the towels are..." Mind...wait, it was one big bath? Taking a further look around, and now he was blushing slightly. This...was going to be awkward.

"I can imagine. Some of my kids are pretty good with street hockey, but I think you'd put them to shame." Kids, yes, she said 'my kids'.

She walked inside it and stood at the edge, looking at the water, resting her hands on her hips, tired, but it felt warm in here at least. "I'm sure they store a lot of towels somewhere in here. Maybe." Yep. One bit bath. And yes, she already planned for how to be covered in the bath while around the kid. So no, she's not worried. Poor guy.

Well, deep breath and let it not be said he's a coward. So long as there are no rats anyways. He really was getting better about it, but after the plague-encounter and his nightmare from earlier? Nope.

"Uh..so..." Trying to not look at Clara, because he was still nervous about this. Oh man, it was like something out of an anime. "I can wait outside while you go first, if you wanted."

She chuckled at that, aww. Okay, cute kid. Poor guy. She moved over to reach out, almost to ruffle his hair but stopped. Patting his shoulder instead. "Promise. I wont peek. And I'll bathe with a towel on. But I am going to stay in this water until some of the aches are gone or until the wolves find us for dinner. Which ever comes first. So it might be a bit of a wait."

Seriously, she has this covered.

Yes, yes he is blushing don't mind him.

Until he's shaking it off anyways with a shrug. Then something she said caught up with him. The wolves could find...

Ok, that's it, he was bringing the padlock of doom at the very least with him. "I think I'll just go find those towels and start washing my gear off at least." Yep, smooth Jones. Try to not sound nervous about this.

Hot water sounded so good for soaking in, really.

"All right. That's up to you. Least you can do is hang around and keep an eye out for things." She said with a shrug and walked off. There was a little changing room, and she did change there. But she also left her underwear on, just to help save him some form of issue. That and the bra helped keep the towel twisted around her, tucked partly under the strap.

Where ever the kid ended up, Clara didn't care at the moment. She sprayed off with some cold water, and walked over to the edge of the house pool size bath. Her head was trying to recall the history of these baths, while she sat on the edge. In truth she looked like she was sitting there in a black swim suit and a towel wrapped around her.

Changing rooms are good. Especially since they're separate and full of towels. He's also gawking again at all the glass walls. This was...amazing.

April'd love it.

A sigh, and Casey admitted to himself privately that he did kind of hope some of the others showed up. Then he got down to stripping off the vigilante gear and examining it. Checking for fleas or other nasties from the market.

So far so good. Washing his clothes would be harder, but he could manage. Maybe. Worry about it later, as he was most certainly feeling the aches now. Stripping to underwear, then wrapping the largest towel around him he could find, toga style. Before grabbing the aforementioned pad-lock of doom and the baseball bat for good measure.

Peeking around the corner of the changing room area. Should've been plenty of time for Clara to have settled and him not to see anything, right?

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