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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Of course Hermione was there. She'd brought several books regarding healing and such with her, even if they were a couple of years out of date for 1996. Look, you never knew when you could find something useful, and there were other books here to look through.

Adah glanced up and looked over most of Hermione's stack of books with approval, giving her a small nod. "Haven't been able to find much so far," she offered, as if to give the other girl a starting point. "Most leads just eventually lead to a contradiction; almost all trails ends once you reach the point regarding treatment..."

Hermione was surprised to hear her talking. Shaking it off, she asked, "Has anyone tried looking specifically for books on treatment? Drug therapies, things like that? Maybe something that would treat the symptoms first, and worry about the cause after?" Not the way she preferred to do things, but.

"I grabbed a bunch of them," Adah said, with a nod toward one of the various sectioned piles, "but haven't worked my way there yet."

Her lips pressed together thoughtfully a moment as she realized that it was a very good idea, but she probably didn't think to do it because her interest wasn't so much in finding the cure for the sake of finding a cure, but finding it to merely understand the nature of the beast.

"All right," she said, nodding. "I think I'll start there first. I've been looking through the ones I brought since yesterday. I don't think there's anything we can use in there, but I thought it wouldn't hurt."

"There's a highly probably chance that we're missing the most obvious thing," Adah agreed with a nod. "It's probably sitting there in the simplest place, laughing at us."

Hermione thought about that. "Fandom books really might laugh at us," she said. "I suppose it would be too easy to listen for the one that is." It would probably be the wrong book anyway.

"...assuming the books themselves aren't catching it, too," Adah muttered with a small, annoyed sort of grunt.

"Why do we not have full-force anti-sickness spells?" Willow asked Hermione. From one geeky witch to another, this sufficed as "Hi."

"Because that would be too easy," Hermione answered, her own version of 'hey how's it going?' "And unfortunately I don't think it would prevent others from getting sick in the first place."

Willow tapped away at something on her laptop. "But if it killed the germs? Do we even know if it's germs or is it a virus? Because one would mean we come up with a big ol' ball of Lysol spell, and the other is really annoying."

"I haven't heard anything definitive yet, and I haven't been down the town hall myself to see," Hermione said, eyeing the laptop. "Are you able to get a signal on that?"

"Could be some of column A and some of column B," Willow said, with regards to the illness. As for her computer, she said, "No! And it is really annoying. Normally I am all for the fun of breaking in to locations of an information-related variety, but not when people are really counting on it."

"Is there anything already on it that could help? Like, medical... something? All right, I don't have a computer of my own, so I don't know what to keep on it," she admitted.

"Some medical," Willow said. "Mostly magic and demons. Back home that tended to be what I needed to keep handy."

"Demons?" Hermione repeated. "I don't have any information on demons."

Focus, Hermione.

"Want it on a flash drive or a printout?" Willow immediately replied.

"Printout, thanks," said Hermione, who kind of loved Willow at this second. Platonically, of course.

"Bound? Staple? Three-hole punch?" Willow replied. Because these questions were important.

"Three hole punch," she replied. "Much easier to add in notes that way."

Re: Researcher's Station -- 11/14

willbedone.livejournal.com - 2007-11-15 03:05 (UTC) - Expand

smartestone - 2007-11-15 03:11 (UTC) - Expand

willbedone.livejournal.com - 2007-11-15 03:13 (UTC) - Expand

Rikku wasn't surprised at all to see her roommate amidst the sea of books. "Hey," she said softly. "Did, uh, did you find anything?"

"Not so far," said Hermione, looking over one of the books Adah had put in that particular pile, having mastered the art of talking while comprehending her reading material. "We still have plenty of research to do, though.There has to be something."

"I thought it was the flu," Rikku muttered, frustrated and feeling dumb. "Hey, the clinic, and people are sick, must be the flu, whoa, wait, how come it's half the town?"

"It might be a mutant strain of the flu, if it's that at all," Hermione said. "I'm kind of hoping that if we work out some sort of treatment first, we can work backwards, and worry about those who are already sick rather than just how to stop it."

"Yeah," Rikku said, nodding. "Something to ... to slow it down. To stabilize people so we can have time to look at all of this and ... okay. Panicking: not going to help."