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Library: Friday [16.11]

Karal had slept. Sort of. Regardless, he was back at the library at sunrise.

He made himself sit down with a cup of tea while he waited for everyone to arrive.

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Plz wait for

OCD is up. So sorry this is up late. Wtf alarm, wtf?]

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As always, Adah trailed behind the others, her eyes taking in the stacks upon stacks upon stacks with her hand to the strap of her messenger bag, clutching slightly. Part of it was for apprehension, which she blamed entirely on the members of her party at the moment, and part of it was to keep her hand from drifting luxuriantly over the spines of the rows of book. So very, very tempting, but tempting like jungle flowers were: touch them, get your hand bitten off....or worse. And that's what this was? The deepest, darkest heart of the literary jungle. She felt a little tremble; it was a good thing the others were there, yes, but not for what she was thinking earlier. Now merely because otherwise, she probably wouldn't want to leave.

"Do you suppose Special Collections has microfiche?" Willow asked. "Because that's where the really old records would probably be put. If anyone in charge of those records was at all organized and, I have to admit, based on the whole dog zoning law flamewar, the odds of good organization are small."

Rodney felt like he had gotten all worked up for nothing since there didn't actually seem to be any immediate danger. In a way, he was really asking for it. "This is going to take forever," he groaned.

"Not if we split up," Chris said, taking a quick head count. "There are... seven of us total," he said. "We split the rows up and each take... however many there are divided by seven?"

And somehow make sure none of them get sucked in, he added mentally.

"Okay but 7 is a prime number and I'm not fond of the idea of cutting any of you up into body parts for the sake of attempting to be even," Willow said.

Karal blinked. "Seven? I'm sure there should be eight." He turned, looking them over. "His anyone seen Ed? Glory, don't tell me we've lost him in here."

"I'm RIGHT HERE!" Ed yelled from behind a stack of books. "WHAT? ARE YOU SAYING I'M SO SHORT YOU CAN'T SEE ME OVER TOP OF A BOOK?"

"Nobody said that," Zack said. "But it doesn't help that you are that short."

Grinning a little wryly at the short one for a moment, Adah turned her eyes toward Willow and Rodney, and suddenly, but softly, released a long, detailed number, complete with decimal. "Rows," she added, shifting slightly awkwardly. "Each. If we split them up evenly, with a margin of error to include the fact that I have a feeling that what we see is not what we're going to get in this place."

Chris winced a little, feeling bad about overlooking Ed, but then blinked at Adah in surprise. That was some pretty impressive mental math.

"Okay, so, let's each of us pick a row to start and maybe we should set up check-ins at various intervals to make sure everyone is okay?"

Rodney acknowledged Adah's impressive calculations with a nod in her direction. He was pretty sure she was in his math class. "Too bad we can't send up flares in here if we get in trouble or find something," Rodney said a little wistfully.

"I find a loud scream never goes out of style in these situations," Willow said.

"Okay, if there's trouble, scream, throw books in the air, whatever you need to do, somebody will get to you," Peter said. "But try not to get into trouble. That'll make things much easier."

"Not getting into trouble is the best idea..." Karal trailed off, attention caught by a flash of pink, half seen from the corner of his eyes. He spun around, but couldn't find it again, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

There was something out there, watching. "Just, be careful."

"Yeah, cause books are going to be a major health hazard," Ed said, with a slight roll of his eyes as he headed off to one of the aisles.

"Don't say that!" Willow called after him. "You're just begging to get eaten by one!"

Well, if the little guy could do it... Rodney steeled himself and set off for his own aisle while trying to ignore Willow's warning.

Peter went into another aisle. A sharp buzzing in his head make him turn around just in time to see a flash of pink, but then it was gone. He turned back around and started to look through the shelves.

So, that was it, then. Adah considered that fact that, despite the plan, it would probably be stronger to the party as a whole if she weren't to go alone. She figured that Willow was probably right in saying that Ed had just about doomed himself, so she decided to stalk his way down his aisle. Yeah. Because the crippled girl would be able to help a lot in the appearance of doom. But, at the same time, the cripple girl probably shouldn't be alone, either.

Willow did eeny-meeny-miny-moe and landed on a direction. "I'll go that way. Anybody want another donut before I do?"

Zack chose one of the remaining aisles at random.

"I have a lighter and I'm not afraid to use it," he said to the books as he headed down it.

Karal stared after Zack, then spoke in the vague direction of the ceiling. "They mean well," he said to the air. "Please don't eat us. This is too important."

And then he headed for an aisle, Altra padding warily beside him.

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