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Library [Saturday]

Mac actually ran over to the library this week, still with her mop handle securely in hand, just in case she ran into any of the risen dead.

After listening to radio and the information they'd come across the day before, Mac was more convinced than ever that they were dealing with a curse, and tacked up a large piece of paper with a few key words, 'voodoo', 'curse', 'priest', where it could be seen, so that everyone knew what they should be focussing on, here. Anything else they found could be added as they went along.

It couldn't be said she wasn't trying to organise their efforts.

[[For all your researchy needs! The zombies nommed the OCD.]]

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Ender had left Ben behind eventually yesterday, gone to his room, and dealt with the situation on his own (if in the presence of Ichigo's rigid soul-chasing body). When he got back to the library the next day, his walls were up more than normal - and for his standards, he was late.

He wasn't going to let anyone talk him into going outside again.

He took a seat at a computer, and began running some searches to help, his face carefully blank.

Sam wanted to help, but he didn't want to become one of the shambling undead, so he'd come to the library to try to research this thing. He wasn't much of a researcher, though, as could be demonstrated by the fact that he was reading The Idiot's Guide to Voodoo.

Once again Naomi had made her way to the library to help with researching, she got a few different books and sat down to read through them to see if there was anything useful in them.

Given that there wasn't a whole lot else she could do -- even with her powers, the undead didn't have any sort of brain signature, so she was useless there, and Sookie had the sense God gave a rabbit so there was no way she was going out, thanks very much -- Sookie had found herself a stack of books in the library.

She knew a little bit about voodoo as it was, though she'd never met anyone who'd practiced it, so that was where she was concentrating her efforts.

It had been a severely long time since Pepper had been in a high school library, but that was where today found her, perched in front of one of the computers. It had taken a little effort to get here safely, and as it was, she wasn't sure how she was going to get back. Though, to be fair, this was probably safer than her apartment, at least at the moment. There could be undead people across the hall or something.

Cal wondered, briefly, if the reason he was going down to the library again to look at books and try to see if there was anything else that could be spotted out had anything to do with the overall apathy that had settled into him about the whole thing.

Which then made him wonder if it could really be called apathy if he cared enough about being apathetic to try to make up for it.

Whatever. Maybe he just liked books.

Given the frustrating uselessness of the information she'd found at the store yesterday, Agnes had decided to hit the library today.

...There were other people here. She should have realized that.

"Oh, VOODOO," she muttered. "That makes more sense now." It explained why she hadn't found any helpful information in the ~~generic D&D black magic~~ books in the store.

Sookie watched the other girl, and plucked up a couple of her books and wandered over, her thumb holding her place in a book. "Um. Are you looking at the voodoo stuff, too?"

"That's what it says on the board," Agnes confirmed. "I'm... guessing someone found something and decided voodoo had to be it?" She shrugged. "I haven't found much helpful yet, though. Have you?"

Sookie bit her lip, nodding as she flipped pages and found the one she'd wanted. "I mean, I'm not real sure. But this does sound kinda important, you know?" She cleared her throat. "'A Voodoo curse of this caliber can only be lifted by another voodoo practitioner of equal power.' But I don't know where we'd get someone who practices voodoo around here."

"Around here?" Agnes asked. "What DON'T we have around here? ...No, I suppose if there were some voodoo woman just hanging around town, she'd have already dealt with it."

She looked around at the books. "Okay. So, either we FIND a voodoo practitioner, or someone's going to have to learn a lifetime of magic VERY quickly. I don't suppose there's a directory of voodoo people around here? Or a membership list for a voodoo club?"

"That'd be handy," Sookie said with a wry little smile. "Voodoo support group and phone tree, maybe?"

Okay, yes, that was a joke, but damn it they kind of needed jokes right now.

"If only it were that simple," Agnes agreed, with a grin. "If only we had some sort of list of people who knew anything about voodoo..."

She looked down at the pile of books. And then started scrambling at them. "Authors!" she announced. "Help me out -- look for any books that were written in the past hundred years or so! ...No, if there's voodoo involved, better make that two or three hundred. Someone who's from around here! Are there swamps on the island?"

"Not that I've seen," Sookie admitted. "I mean, I'm not totally unfamiliar with voodoo -- I'm from Louisiana, myself." She plucked up a couple books, flipping through to the index of one. "This one seems just like a lot of...recipes. Ick."

"I'm not familiar with Louisiana," Agnes told her. "But I've heard stories from Genua... I'm Agnes, by the way. A pleasure working with you."

She dug through the books some more... "A-HA! This one wasn't written too long ago, and the author lived right here on Fandom. If he's anything like the witches back home, he wouldn't have gone far from home -- but I don't recall ever hearing anything about him..."

Wow, it's almost like you're being USEFUL. Almost saving the day, even. THAT'S a change.

"Where are the Fandom historical archives? If he lived here, there should be some record, right?"

Sookie resisted the urge to peek a little at Agnes' mind, because she was now really curious about where she might be from. "I'm Sookie. Nice to meet you. And I'd guess the archives...um. Are back that way?" she guessed, pointing towards an area of shelves that looked promising.

Oh, Agnes's mind was a fun place to visit. It was pretty... odd in there. Not quite crowded, not technically, but... different.

"I think you're quite right," Agnes told her, taking off for the shelves. She looked through the books as fast as she could. "Not that one... No, not that one... HERE!" She flipped through the pages quickly, eagerly... "Oh, POOT!!!"

She tossed the book onto the floor. "Darn stupid ratzing fratzing... BOLLOCKS BOLLOCKS BUGGER FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"

The shelves around her started vibrating from the harmonics of her voice, and she clapped her hands over her mouth and took a few moments to pull herself together. Then she smiled sweetly at Sookie. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, it seems he packed up his things and disappeared. The mayor at the time doesn't think he actually left the island, but he hasn't been seen or heard from since."

She wasn't crying. She wasn't.

Sookie's eyes were as big as saucers. "Oh my god, honey, are you all right? We'll just keep looking, okay?"

"No, I'm fine," Agnes sighed. "Just... I thought we were so close. More research, it is."

Once again, Summer showed up at the library to help research. It was better than going outside to fight zombies or becoming one herself. So she gathered up some books and started looking for anything related to voodoo curses.

"So, apparently," Cal ended up saying to no one in particular, after he'd been thinking about some of his research, "gremlins and voodoo are actually related somehow. Who'd have thunk?"

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Mac glanced up at him from her laptop.

"... Since when?"

Well, it seemed a weird connection to make.

"Since...." He glanced toward the book he'd been scanning through, "before this was written. It's about the island's only voodoo priest, or something. Not much, but it does mention that he had some connection with gremlins." Cal shrugged, shifting the book around and shoving it Mac's way in case she wanted to see for herself.

"It's more than anyone else seems to have come up with," Mac remarked, standing to peer over at the books.

Cal gave the faintest of unconvinced smiles. "Maybe," he said. "I'm not even sure if they've really got anything to do with each other. What, now zombies have a little bit more in common with gremlins other than biting people and changing them?"

Mac huffed a short laugh. "Never thought I'd actually say this, but at this point, I would rather have a gremlin bite, than this."

"Yeaaaaaaaah," Cal agreed, making a face as he lifted his hands for scales to balance his points. "A few hours of utter humiliation, or a possible eternity as a walking corpse...." He sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Tough call."

Mac quirked a bit of a smile. "Really."

She paused, as she considered all this. "So, what... this means we should be telling people to hunt down gremlins?"

"I...don't know," Cal said, frowning. "It just said he was connected to them, it doesn't say anything really about how. Maybe he, like...created them, or something? But then what does that have to do with zombies? Or figuring out how to get him to help us....if he's still alive. I mean, maybe the gremlins killed him in an uprising against their master."

"Well, there's a disturbing thought," Mac said after a moment to consider that.

"It might be better if we work on the assumption the guy is alive," she mused. "Since we kinda need him."

Cal had a lot of disturbing thoughts.

"Hey, even if he is dead, we've already got walking undead, maybe we could still get use out of him that way, too."

Case in point.

He really shouldn't be allowed to help with this, really.

"... As extra walking undead?"

Mac was just a little bit skeptical about that part of this plan.

"Why not?" Cal shrugged. "Fight fire with fire. When in Rome. All that sort of thing."

"At the very least, send him out to get eaten before us..." Mac tried.

"There we go. Karma."

"And this is why we shouldn't create hordes of bitey things," Mac said wisely.

Edited 2009-04-05 01:56 (UTC)

Cal nodded in sage agreement.

"Fandom After School Specials, Volume Seventeen."

Mac snickered. "That should go in the handbook."

This school had to have an orientation handbook somewhere, and if it didn't, that was just wrong.

Cal grinned a little. "Can you imagine," he said, "how thick that handbook could get?"

"I bet it exists in here somewhere," she decided, glancing towards the stacks. "If we have books on zombies and voodoo, there has to be a school survival guide somewhere."

"That's true," Cal agreed. "This library seems to have everything..."

"I've been working here, like, two years, and I'm still surprised by the things I find sometimes."

"Liiiiiike?" Cal asked, grinning, because if that didn't sound like a set-up to some good stories, he didn't know what was.

So long as it wasn't...you know. One of those books that were actually about him. Because they had those here, too.

"There's a book about exploding sheep, somewhere," she shared.

That was actually pretty normal, compared to some things.

"...Seriously?" Cal asked, unable to help a small chuckled.

Well, he knew what he was doing Monday.

"Seriously," Mac confirmed, nodding at that.

"And not as dry and voodoo theory." Not that it was particularly tough to beat.

"I wonder if that's the key to getting rid of these guys," Cal offered. "Or at least exploding teal deer."

"I think the teal deer are endangered," Mac said carefully. "Maybe go for exploding gremlins instead."

There was a pause.

Followed by a nod. "That works. There's too much of them around and maybe that's actually how the gremlin thing ties this all together. Gremlin explosions are lethal to zombies."

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