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Library [11/15]

Thursday arrived early again on Thursday, setting Friday up in her office. After yesterday's news, she was more than concerned and kept checking on Friday more than was really necessary. She broke from the usual library rules today by making sure there was plenty of coffee, other drinks and food to go around for anyone who wanted to stop by.

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Thursday started to pile up the books that had been searched through yesterday. They wouldn't be reshelved for a while.

Cable arrived early (or, perhaps, had never quite entirely left the area). He was in during most of the morning, sometimes doing his own research, sometimes strolling around to keep an eye out for others.

He may have left for the clinic upon occasion.

Naomi returned to the library in the morning to continue helping with the research.

After the clinic, Karal came back to the library. Something like the mage storms in his world, which had swept across the land, twisting people and animals into vicious beasts, was still the only idea he had.

He kept looking for something similar, something magical - an event, an artifact, anything - that would cause a normal illness to change into a monster.

"Anything?"

There was Cable, passing by with serious gravitas and his command voice firmly in place.

"Nothing, sir." The sir was automatic response to anyone who sounded like that, and Karal looked up from his current book. "I thought, I though it might be something like what's happening in my world, but there's nothing."

That got a single nod. "We're missing something," Cable said, glancing over towards where Adah was seated, his eyes narrowing faintly. "Something obvious." And couldn't help but add, "But what else is new..."

"Everything's obvious once you know the answer," he replied, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, "once you find the key. Until then it's just beating your head against the door, trying to get in."

"I've got a very hard head."

As many had told him before.

And with that, Cable moved on.

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Adah really wanted to be able to make it to the clinic today to possibly harrass someone into letting her have some actual samples to work with, but, clutching onto a cup of coffee, she wasn't sure if she wanted to walk that far. Oh, it was definitely the research that was wearing her down and not the thing they were researching. She'd definitely know the difference, and she knew that because she was so tired from all the research was exactly why she shouldn't go to the clinic because it left her way too vunerlable.

So. Books. Lots and lots of them and, eventually, hopefully, maybe something else, something more...

Luke had spent all night in the clinic and only left because his father yelled at him for being too hover-y.

This was as good a way as any to help out.

He found himself a quiet corner and began searching through really, really old, really dusty medical journals.

Artoo stood next to the table and warbled worriedly.

Peter was back at the books and couldn't help but think he was almost at something. Isabel mentioned something about how this might come from the island. Maybe she wasn't far off.

Peter pushed the book he was looking at away and said, "Huh."

Well.

That was an encouraging noise.

Cable looked up from where he was sitting, regarding Peter with some level of determined curiosity. "'Huh'?" he asked.

"Just a fairly random thought, probably nothing," Peter said. "But pretty much every building on the island is really old. Back home you hear about things like asbestos being all over old buildings and people getting sick from that at least once every year or two. Maybe it's something like that. A magical asbestos or something."

"'Magical asbestos'." A mild bit skeptical there, at first. Raised eyebrows, dry expression and all.

Then again, he knew crazy things. And obvious things that were hard to find. Any hunch was worth following, at this point. "This school blew up." He'd heard that much on the radio.

"Yeah, it did. In a giant fireball of school," Peter said. "We have a locker that's like a black hole. We have a section here in the library that can actually kinda possess people. When the school blew up, who knows what kind of nutty things might have been spread around the island?"

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You could pry Willow's books out of her cold, dead hand.

Well actually you couldn't because she was alive, but you get the idea. Research-fu and Willow were very matchy things.

After a yesterday spent delving through his alchemy books to try to see if there was anything about alchemical sicknesses, he made his way down to the library to pull out more books on science and disease.

Thunk.

A stack of reports fell down in front of Ed.

The tall, half-metal man who was crossing his arms might have something to do with it.

Ed looked up (and up and up). "..that's really strange automail."

"It's a long story," Cable replied smoothly, then segued without preamble into, "I need you to look through those in search of any anomalies."

"Wasn't asking for your life history," Ed shot back. He pulled reports over to him and began paging through. "These are all municipal reports. From Fandom. They're going to be full of anomalies." He frowned slightly at the first one. "Huh. Okay."

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Sokka flipped through book after book, feeling increasingly useless.

"This SUCKS!"

Since his class was not being held that morning, Rodney went to the library to see if he could help out. Finding out that the little kid from his math class had actually died... well, Rodney really didn't know how to deal with that. But he did know he wouldn't be useful around sick people so there was no point for him to go to the clinic. There was also a certain amount of justified paranoia involved which contributed to his desire to stay away from the town hall, especially after his narrow escape the other night.

He grabbed a cup of coffee, settled himself at a table and began to search through books on magical aliments. Most of the magic stuff was little more than mumbo-jumbo to his scientifically oriented mind, but he hoped that he might be able to spot some sort of connection to what was going on.

Hermione was there ~~earlier than her mun~~, rifling through books and taking notes, sometimes scratching them out of her notebook when she decided it wasn't anything relevant.

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