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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.

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He's reading about the zombie invasion, and his face has gone white.

For the brave members of Team Research!

For anybody who wants the library for other things!

I love the smell of books during a BDE.

Zoe wasn't very good at research, but she was good at knowing where those who were good at research would be. If they found answers, she wanted to know, so she sat down at one of the tables and got Grace set up with some coloring books to keep her occupied. The fact that Grace wasn't attached to her was an improvement over yesterday, really.

After last night, Jonas was still shaken but together. He made himself stay together. He'd seen the device, he had notes to wit and was now pouring over different notations on the blueprints of the machine.

When Karla wasn't out wandering the town, she was here, pouring over the notes she and Scully had taken last night. Staring at them wasn't making them any easier to figure out.

"Principal Winchester?" Standing awkwardly next to the table clutching her notes, Karla realized this was probably the first time she'd ever spoken to the principal. "I'm Karla. I was one of the people who went down under the island last night."

The machine itself hadn't been able to tell her much, and Anemone had been sorely tempted to tinker with it and install a compac drive so that she could hear it better, but she'd done lots of very detailed drawings of its parts.

She poured over the official blueprints. She knew machines and how they worked, what made them sing, which made it only a matter of time before she figured out what was missing.

After an hour or so she stopped, looked at her notes, looked at the blueprints, and then let her head thump on to the table. "We're all morons."

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Anakin--not that he would admit it--needed a break from whatever was marauding outside. After checking his messages and hearing from Karla, he headed to the library.

He...kind of looked like he'd been fighting monsters for the better part of two days.

"What's that?" Henry asked, glancing up from his own reading. "If you need a break, you should go take one before your head explodes."

"I don't need a break," Anemone grumbled, rubbing at her eyes. "If I only had a brain."

"It's obvious," she continued, annoyed with herself for not seeing it earlier. "If you think about it, I mean."

"Fandom Island is a fulcrum, right? A place for the various realities to pivot around, intersecting all of them. But what keeps these realities from tipping more to one direction or another, and putting more weight on the island? What keeps the whole thing spinning without sending the other worlds out of wack?"

"'Quantum: the minimum unit of any physical entity involved in an interaction,'" she recited, tapping a sketch in her notebook, a section of the machinery that she'd drawn while laying on the floor yesterday. "The quantum balancer. The interactions are all wrong. The blueprints say it should be right here."

Angela wasn't a fighting sort, and she was barely able to offer first aid backup, but she could read so she could research.

Not having Hannibal cling to when everything was falling apart wasn't something she'd had to deal with before. He'd been one of those constant things and with him gone... She couldn't think about that, and needed to throw herself into something. Books were as good as anything.

Zoe tried to give Karla a stern look, but it only lasted for a moment. "Hello, Karla. Would you mind telling me what were you doing under the island last night? That wasn't exactly a safe decision to make."

It took Henry a moment to make sense of that. "So it's like one of the pieces, one of the parts that makes the island work, just got lost? Any chance we can make a new one?"

"What have you found to read?" Anakin asked, getting a look at the man's complexion.

Of course, sympathy coming from a guy who was more than a little grimy might not be the most comforting thing ever.

"Zombies," Henry said. "People here turned into zombies a few years ago."

He glanced over, trying for a quick, nervous smile that mostly just showed how uncomfortable he was. "Every time I think I understand this place, I find out something new to screw with me again. How are you doing?"

"And that was the second zombie invasion," Anakin added helpfully. "The first one was when I was still a student."

He shrugged. "It's about par for my Augusts," he finally admitted.

Karla snorted. "With respect? But making dumb and unsafe decisions is kind of a standard of the student body, lady."

What? It was true!

"Right now, the only safe option is hiding under our beds and most of us aren't built for that. Going under the island might have been dangerous, but we got some useful intel out of it." She set her notes down in front of Zoe. "We're pretty sure we figure out what's wrong, if not entirely why or how."

"For me it's Christmases," Henry said sympathetically. "I'm sorry. I want to believe we'll get through this, it's just hard to be optimistic."

He knew he wasn't supposed to die for another few years, but he wasn't sure how much that meant in a place like this. There were worse things than dying.

Scully was occupied with downloading and printing out photos of what she'd seen last night, arranging them on the blackboard so they were easy to look at. From all angles, the device looked incomprehensible to her, but as a whole, it did give an observer a good idea of what was there, and made it possible to compare it to blueprints.

Sara had been going through the books herself, but found herself at quite a loss to make sense of the newfangled and otherworldly technological terms involved.

But this girl seemed to know what she was looking for -- so she hurried over with the drawing (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/5350634.html?thread=209320682#t209320682) she'd made last night in hand and a book, a bright pink Post-It note jutting from between the pages to mark her spot, under her arm.

"I'm afraid I can't make heads nor tails of what this ought to be," she admitted somewhat shamefacedly, "other than that --"

Her eyes fell on the blueprints, and she pointed at the corresponding section of the machinery, holding her drawing up beside it. "Yes, of course, there is something missing there!"

Hurriedly she flipped the book back open to the marked page. "I haven't the slightest clue what a 'dimension stabilizer' might be. D'you suppose it's important?"

"It's gotten a lot worse out there," was Anakin's equally optimistic contribution. "I thought I was pretty up to date on monsters, but I don't recognize much out there other than the giant cockroaches which are now running in packs."

As much as Alexander would have liked to have gotten a good sleep to be able to be mentally and physically able to do whatever might be thrown at them today, it was a terribly unrealistic expectation, but he was still at the library bright and early ~~really~~, determined and ready to go, and really hoping more progress was made.

Zoe had to admit, Karla had a point about the usual workings of the student body. She wasn't going to say that out loud, but she did smile more as she looked over the notes. "This doesn't look good at all. I mean, your intel looks good," she said quickly. "But I don't like not knowing how this all broke or how to fix it."

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