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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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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?

So much time, yes! By time he peeked out she was settled in the water, head resting at the edge, hair wet, skin pink from being under the water for a long moment, and eyes closed. She was covered but relaxed, so seriously, not even a problem. ~~April wars shorter shorts than this towel was on Clara~~.

and the ceiling above was glass and amazing. A view that shouldn't be, all things considered. They were inside a library, and yet here they were inside a building outside. Portals and spaces like this were amazing.

~~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.

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