http://one-who-goes.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] one-who-goes.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2010-08-07 07:18 am
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Library, Saturday, August 7

Henry never went back to his apartment Saturday night; the couch in his office was a perfectly decent place to sleep.

And, when he looked out the window and saw some of the things across the landscape, he was pretty sure he'd made the right choice. There were pterodactyls out there.

After making what he suspected would be the first of many pots of coffee, Henry set up the research tables with the books that seemed like they'd been most useful the day before, then settled down with some of the back library files about old invasions open in front of him. He wasn't sure if it'd teach him anything new, but it was something to do.

Re: Mod the Library - Research [8/07]

[identity profile] isntabitpretty.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sara gave her a bemused look. "My father's an artist; I suppose it runs in the family."

She stared at the blueprints for a few moments longer, but they didn't make any more sense to her now than they had before. "These missing pieces," she said slowly. "Have they gone wherever the missing pieces of the island are, as well, do you think?"

And what was it like there? She couldn't help being distracted by the thought; insatiable curiosity waited for no crisis, it seemed.

Re: Mod the Library - Research [8/07]

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or one of the monsters roaming around ate them. Sometimes if you kill a monster, it gives you loot. I guess they eat it, and you find it in their stomachs." Three years later, and Bart Allen's influence on Anemone was still apparent.

"But it's probably more likely that they went wherever the other things went."

Re: Mod the Library - Research [8/07]

[identity profile] isntabitpretty.livejournal.com 2010-08-07 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Sara . . . had no idea what to make of that, and her expressive face went wide-eyed with consternation; she managed to shake it off, luckily.

(She might ask about it later, though.)

"Then there's hope the others who were taken might be able to find them." She drew a breath and nodded. "Oh, if it's not so, don't tell me otherwise? I've never been this terrified in my life, not even the time we thought the Judgment Day was coming."