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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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If no one can find any of the books they're looking for regarding the subject of plague, viruses, epidemics, biology, et. al., it's because Adah has already collected them in an area of the library and is already plowing through them. And she'd actually welcome you to join her. Viruses were exciting enough to make her social, as long as what you were being social about were viruses.

As Adah would rather eat hookworms than stick at the main desk today, she doesn't see the point in keeping track of time via periods. But the library is there through the morning, existing somehow removed from the crux of research, in case anyone wants to use it otherwise.

Adah never was keen on closing the library for lunch, especially since all it would do is interrupt research. But the library is still there.

If Adah was that kind of person, there might have been doughnuts or coffee. But she isn't. Ha.

Yup. The library was still there for all intents and purposes. And so was the note, threatening terrible things for interrupting research. Adah liked the sign and the gruesome things it promised. When all was said and done, she might frame it.

I figured this would probably be the best way to do the OCD today. I could be wrong. It's too late for me right now to tell, so I hope it works.

Adah will be almost scary interactive (for her, anyway) with fellow researchers, just a warning and near apology for people having to deal with her at her most...obsessive. x_x although I work from noon to 6 pm EST, so there will be a patch of inactivity from me then (*pouts*).

As soon as River entered the library a wave of thoughts of a medical nature struck her. She wasn't surprised, really, and slowly walked over to the table with the books, and the library aide studying them.

The headache wasn't getting any better, and neither was the cough, but River knew she had a good immune system and that this was just her body fighting off the attack that left others in the clinic. ~~Mwhaa~~. She had heard the principal's announcement, but really, going to the town hall seemed unnecessary as they had enough patients to deal with anyway. And visiting the library, or more specifically the library aide, seemed a lot more important, even if she wasn't feeling too well.

She had brought a paper bag with a few mustard and cinnamon cookies, and she placed it on the table in front of Adah, before slumping down into a chair, turning her head away and coughing into her arm.

Adah barely blinked up from her notebook, where she was scribbling down a series of notes, backwards because she could process them better, quicker that way when River joined her among the books. Good. River could help, and Adah wouldn't even have to waste time or energy in talking. Beyond that thought, Adah had barely seemed even minutely distracted from her work, her head filled to the brim with comparative analysis and equations of incubation periods until, finally, River turned her head and coughed into her arm, which brought Adah's eyes up, blinking, then staring, as the tornado of ideas reluctantly slowed.

And then picked back up again a second later. Adah tucked her pen under her fingers to allow her to push forward, toward River, a small stack of books, several pages marked with yellow tags of Post-Its, like flags, like tongues, like oddly shaped petals. Those were the ones still worthy of being considered, those marked. River seemed to have caught a little of it; she should look at the unmarked ones for signs of anything she was experiencing to ensure that Adah hadn't ruled them out erroneously. Adah was feeling fine, so judging symptoms properly from just her observations was problematic, but if River was feeling them, she could spot them more easily.

River managed a smile, before another attack of coughing hit her. She pulled the books that Adah pushed towards her even closer, for while she hadn't planned on doing research, she wouldn't refuse to help, especially not when Adah was the one asking. She pushed the bag of cookies closer to Adah, although she was aware that they were probably a lot less tempting than viral epidmeic diseases.

Opening the book on the top of the pile at a marked page, River noticed the letters almost seemed to swim around on the page. Of course, that was her own mind, not the book, but it was oddly amusing, as if the book was reluctant to be read. "Not quite tame, this one," she said, then blinked, trying to focus and bring the words back in line.

Thursday arrived early with Friday in tow. She set him up in her office with his toys, picture books and a movie playing to keep him entertained. Yesterday's announcement and the radio broadcast gave her the distinct feeling that the library would be occupied today by people wanting to do something productive.

She was around if anyone needed her.

After checking in on Lana and Savannah, Chris showed up at the library with the Book of Shadows to settle in for some serious research. He had actually listened to radio last night and heard that someone thought whatever was going on might be magical in nature and he was determined to work that angle.

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.

Naomi wanted to see if she could help find out what was causing this virus so later in the morning she came by the library to help research.

Research. Research was good. Research was much more comforting than constructing projected infection timelines based on the radio reports.

Mmm...research.

"No," Adah said, looking up again and blinking at River with a frown. "It isn't. If she sounded mad or upset, it was at herself, for only realizing a moment later that she shouldn't have asked for River's help. She didn't hesitate to reach out and start pulling the book back. There was still too much unknown, including incubation and contagious periods, and, for all they knew, that brief moment of River having the book could have just lead to the infection of anyone else who looked at it. She really should have thought about that first, but she was blinded by--

No. There were no excuses. River shouldn't be here, and that was that.

Adah's head tilted after craning her neck failed to allow her proper information regarding what the boy was scouring through, a steady list of already pursued options starting to roll along inside her head. Finally, she gave up trying to see from where she was and asked, "What is that?"

Chris started at the voice, but looked up and flashed a quick smile. "It's my family's heirloom magic book," he explained. "I'm looking through to see if there are any spells that might work for healing or for killing whatever is causing the virus that so many people have caught."

River blinked, surprised by this sudden change, and the surprise set off another fit of coughing. When it at passed, she mumbled: "Good immune system. Won't get badly sick. I can still help." She reached out to towards the book, wanting it back.

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.

"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..."

And, yes, that would be Adah staring. One might almost suppose that she'd been stuck like that until, finally, she blinked and asked, "You're joking, right?"

"... uh, no," Chris said, confused by her reaction. Was she that new to Fandom that she didn't know magic was real?

"Good enough to get sick," Adah pointed out, pulling the book even closer if she had to. "And your immune system might be strong, River, but others might not be. And a library could be a potentially active breeding ground for pathogens if it's an airborne disease."

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..."

"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..."

Adah rarely spoke aloud, especially not with River, so this was serious. And of course she was right, but that didn't stop River from feeling rejected. It showed on her face as her hands withdrew from the book. She pulled her hair away from her face before succumbing to another fit of coughing, this one a lot worse than the previous ones.

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