central_librarylogs | 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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"April would love it here. I know she'd want to help. So would the others, as they really are good guys." Casey grinned at the thought, then smirked. "Donnie'd love it. Then I would get to tell him they brought ME here first." Smug at that, clear this was one of his friends. Sort of. Mostly.

"Do what with the pucks?" Seriously, that was just his hockey-skills. "No one taught me. I mean, I play Hockey for the school team. That's part of how I met April. I needed to not fail off the team." He had a father, and a little sister...and the Turtles and Splinter and April, as family.

She was relaxing again, feeling the burn of the pool and trying to let the aches out. He seemed like a good kid. Even with that smug smile. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky and your three friends will show up also. I'm hoping mine will as well, as I think he'd find this place really interesting."

"And yeah, the pucks. You're pretty talented with how you directed them. I might not have seen a lot for the simple fact that I was running. Sorry, by the way, for letting you deal with most of that. I swear I'm not that helpless all the time." She said with a chuckle.

Confidence had never been Casey's weakspot, that was certain. Tipping her a salute and a grin. "Anytime. Slaying mutant monsters, saving damsels in distress, just call Casey Jones." Playing again, as he really wasn't a knight type. April could hold her own, which Casey also found really cool. She was often right there fighting along with him and the others. Not just waiting around to be rescued; heck they saved each other as often as not.

"Lots of practice at the rink?" Casey shrugged, kind of blushing a bit with the praise, but he would so blame it on the heat of the bath. "So alien with two hearts. Used to saving galaxies and stuff. Why isn't he here already do you think?"

Would be a perfect candidate to help, if the Librarians wanted to save this place.

"Well, don't get used to it. I won't be a damsel in distress if I can help it." She said with a large smile. He seems cocky, and that was alright. She knew someone else with an ego and a whiteknight complex too, even if he wont admit it.

At his question though, she frowned. Yes, why ISN'T he here? She raised a hand out of the water to rub at her face, running water over it and scrubbing her cheeks a bit. "Mmm, I'm not sure. He's a bit of a 'show up when he wants to' kind of guy. Or so he says. I think he just doesn't know how to drive his TARDIS. Or maybe he just missed the call, so they settled for me."

"We can try and get you some stuff, if it'd help." Casey offered, willing to do so. Then he listened, and observed. Frown on his face, as he heard her mention things. "Maybe there're things you can do, that he can't, and that's why you're here. We're all invited right? So they've gotta be choosing us for a reason."

She had spirit and smarts; those counted for a lot in Casey's book.

"I suppose it can't hurt, though I'm not much of a fighter. I'm more of a 'puzzle it out and get out of the bad situation' kind of girl. Though I know how to throw a punch."

At his comment, about her being able to do things that he can't she chuckled sadly, her voice almost wishful as she said. "Oh, the Doctor can do anything. But..." She cheered up a bit, looking smug. "He's no doubt lost with out me right now. He might be able to do anything, but he does need his companions."

Casey and Clara must share a chapter for each of their books, because spirit and smarts does go a long ways for her too.

"If he could do anything, he wouldn't need companions right? That means you're important." Once more serious and genuine, holding up his fist for her to bump with him.

She chuckled, shifting over a bit in the large pool to raise her fist and give his a bump. She knows fist bumps. She's around kids. She teaches. She's not as old as she sometimes feels. "Darn right. I'm his impossible girl. He can't get rid of me for too long. Once we fix up this library I'll find him again and it's back into the stars. Helping others."

Admittedly Casey had all but forgotten they were in a giant warm pool.

"I think an impossible girl definitely sounds like the perfect person to work with a guy who can do anything." Wait, did that make sense? Casey thought it made sense, although now he wasn't sure. It made sense in his head.

Shifting to hoist himself out of the pool though, aches soothed and albeit he's still bruised. He has to figure out how he's going to get more ammo. "I'm serious about helping you with gear if you want. Or just a sparring partner."

Yes, and she intends to stay in this pool until the aches are gone... or until her hands get all prune like. Or. well... okay, not that long. As he moved to get out she slide under water again, ran her hands through her hair and came back up with a huff. Ah, better.

And yes, it made sense to her. She'd even be cocky enough to think she was the perfect person, at this time, for the damned old fool.

She moved to the edge of the pool, sitting on it and double checking to make sure her towel covered her. It felt nice, actually. Like a warm wrap. "Yeah? You think we can find something in the market place for me to use?"

"Probably. I still haven't really explored around here though, and there's gotta be tools for repairing the library. Right?" Scavenging. He could do that, as Casey picked up the baseball bat, turning to grin over his shoulder. "We'll figure something out, Clara. But I think I'm leaving my mask behind if I head to the market again."

Honestly, his comment on the mask made her chuckle, moving to stand and drip out a bit, a hand pushing water out of the towel as she spoke. "I think that might be a good idea. At least for now. I should have caught that earlier though. The mask an death. The people of that era must have been really worried about me, being charmed by death." She snorted and started to head back to where she had changed.

"Hey, give me a few minutes and we can walk back to the dorm area together. Looking for tools in the library itself though, good call. I hadn't even through of that." Personally, she wants Doctors sonic screwdriver..."

Casey is very determinedly not looking, but he nods. "I'll meet you in a few." Taking a few steps away before turning and winking at her.

"Sure you remember the way to the dorms, oh impossible girl?" Good luck getting rid of him now Clara. You've made a friend and little brother-type...

She laughed bluntly as she walked off. "I got us here, didn't I?!" She called back and ducked inside to get dressed. Wet things tucked in her leggings, and she dressed in the rest of her clothing. Swiping a small hair towel to take with her. She toweled off her hair and less than ten minutes later she came out out to meet him.

She figured it can't hurt to walk back together. They came this far. She has a lot of questions for the Librarians, and want's to double check some things. but for right now being around someone and exchanging stories wasn't a bad thing.

She'd have to keep an eye out for him while here. He seemed like a good kid.

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

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