fandomhigh | Library; Wednesday [ 11/14 ]

There was a pox upon the house of Fandom; a pox, a plague, an epidemic. Nurse's onset abates, noses run. Clearly, the source of it was something viral, and the toes on Adah's good foot curled, her fingers tingled, with the chance to find out something more. Bad enough she couldn't haunt the corners of the makeshift hospital in the town hall, gathering qualitative research from the ~~victims~~ afflicted while visions of petri dishes and a chance to get near a microscope danced in her head...may her left side be stricken as useless as her right should she allow herself to be constricted behind a desk when there was research to be done. A curse upon her, a pox, a plague, an epidemic. But not until she found something out first.

There was a sign on the desk, instructing anyone that truly needed assistance with anything to interrupt her at a station set up for researching, with the threat of awful, terrible things that would put the virus' work to shame if the interruption was deemed unworthy. It was getting books, people. How hard could it be? And hell hath no fury like an obsessive virologist scorned.

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There had always been many ways to find answers - even if, for all intents and purposes, Cable missed Gareb's infonet connections more than anything right now.

But data gathered from the clinic, where he would return several times during the day (and night) weren't going to grant him the solutions he was looking for. It was with this in mind that he settled in the library, chasing leads on magic-- and history, his old friend.

And, perhaps, keeping an eye on other researchers.

With the problem still very much unknown but for the broadest strokes, teamwork was going to end up being imperative.

"The ones on the right," Adah offered without even looking up as she noticed another joining their ranks, "are the ones already gone through, although I might have missed something. Most likely something obvious." She frowned at the seeming mess in information in front of her, notebook crossed over textbook. "It's always something obvious..."

"The obvious," Cable replied, before moving towards that section of the library that wasn't the right, "Tends to be the hardest thing to find..."

"I know," Adah grunted in frustration, pouting slightly at her work. She looked about ready to take the book by the spine and just shake it, as if that would jar the information out of it. "Clever little bastards we're dealing with here...."

He picked a carefully-chosen book from a shelf before glancing back. "What have you checked so far?"

Drawing a in a deep breath, Adah flipped a few pages in her notebook and proceeded to read off her impressive ~~and completely moddable/handwavey~~ list of succeeded points of research thus far and then looked up, blinking the red-rimmed eyes that also showed how extensive she'd been working at the man to hear his thoughts.

Rikku was surprised to see her boss in the library. "Hi," she said softly. "You, uh, you here looking, too?"

See, she could still ask stupid questions.

He glanced at Rikku for a moment over the book he was going through. "Of course," Cable replied.

Rikku nodded. "Should I open the shop tomorrow? People might need to stop in and do the whole meditate-y thing. If you don't mind me bringing some books down, for when it's slow."

"Bring books," Cable agreed, nodding faintly. And with some measure of concern. "We can use every hand we've got."

Yes, he may have been taking on responsibility for the researchers, there.

Rikku nodded. "Absolutely. You never know. Maybe someone coming in to meditate will think of something, right? Maybe there's a reason for it, kinda thing."

She wasn't surprised at him sweeping everyone under his jurisdiction. Auron would have done the same thing.

"We're going to find out what did this and why. " Cable shot her a look of utter certainty. "And then we're going to fix this."

Rikku nodded. "You bet we will," she said, feeling that rush of confidence again, like when she had talked to Adah. "We have to. So we will. Whatever it is ... this is our island. This virus-thing doesn't get our island. Right?"

It was "my" in her head, but she wasn't going to say that to Cable.

"Right."

If he felt any concern, it wasn't showing.

...Cable was feeling concern.

Rikku nodded. She wasn't. Less of them had taken out a god. People here had done amazing things. They were going to fix it. This virus didn't stand a chance.

... Okay, she was a little concerned. But more about how many they might lose, first.

No. Not allowed. Wasn't going to happen. Right? Right.

"Then let's get to work."

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