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Library, Tuesday

It was before dawn when Rinoa -- eyes rimmed red, and with a tendency to leak -- opened the library for her shift. She couldn't sleep, not after what she'd heard on the radio. (Nor had she particularly wanted to sleep, considering the bizarre fever-dream masquerade she'd woken up from last night.)

And so Rinoa was here. She had coffee, and she was biting back a tendency to snap. Someone she cared about was in danger: to a large and scary new part of her, that meant she should unleash destruction until all the bad stuff was dead. She was supposed to rely on her Knight to keep her steady, at times like this. No one had told her what to do if it was her Knight who was in danger.

The Library was open. Especially if you wanted to help with research.

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Please note that her nerves are especially raw today.

For whatever needs you may have, that might bypass the library aide.

This is, as the clever title might suggest, the thread for all of your research purposes. Pull up a chair, dig out some old tomes, and maybe we can find some useful intel.

The whiteboard can be found here -- add updates accordingly.

He might have ideas on where to look.

Up early for all your research needs.

After the events of last night, Cassidy hadn't been able to sleep. That would be why as soon as the library was open she was in there researching anything she could find about what may be going on with the island.

After having Karla slip through her fingers last night -- on top of being controlled by some force to forget who she was and what she wanted -- Raven was walking a fine line with her emotional control that morning. Her father was whispering to her constantly, trying to stoke the flames, but she tried to ignore him and focus on finding out what was behind all this. To outward appearances she was calm as she flipped through the pages about labyrinths and masquerades, but the red gleam in her eyes gave some hint of her true state of mind.

After a night worthy of screaming in horror, Sherlock was there the research whatever the hell was going on.

This somehow meant stealing John's laptop and taking up residence in the library.

He did. The problem was that Henry's ideas on where to look were almost all in Special Collections. He just had this sinking feeling that he'd end up in there before all of this was over.

Also, he wanted to register a protest against having to cross a rope bridge to get to work. He had a feeling he'd be sleeping in his office again soon enough.

He sighed and made more coffee.

Christian didn't always listen to the radio, but he had this morning and he'd heard about Squall.

"Rinoa," he said gratefully as he made it to the library. "Hello. I ... was a little worried you wouldn't be here."

Jane decided she had actually been in the island long enough to actually go and try to take care of it in a moment of need. Not to mention she apparently couldn't just shoot goblins until they were all dead.

So there she was in full bookworm mode, trying to make some sense of what she was reading.

Lindsay heard about what happened, so she was there partly to help with research. Mostly, though, she was there to check on her roommate.

"Hey," she greeted as she approached. "How are you holding up?"

Maybe it was a dumb question, but she was concerned.

When Raven had entered the library, Cassidy had moved over to her side because she felt they should stick together.

So when she would gasp or mutter something in confusion as she flipped pages back and forth, Raven probably could hear her.

"Christian," Rinoa said, relief flooding over her face. Oh, thank Hyne he was okay. And thank Hyne he was here.

She nearly flew out of her chair, reaching to pull him into a tight, breathless hug.

"I couldn't sleep," she said. "I want so badly to be out there but I ... I can't. Not like this."

Not with her control hanging by the slightest thread.

"I ... don't know," Rinoa admitted. "That's a stupid answer, isn't it? I mean, thank you. I mean, how are you? There are lots of people and ... and I want to just ..."

Rinoa needed more coffee. And, she realized belatedly, she needed to hug her roommate, so now seemed like a good time to do that.

"Thank you," she said.

Raven fought the urge to feed into Cassidy's distress and reached over to gently touch her arm. "We will find them," she said.

Christian squeezed her close, overwhelmed by her reaction and wanting so very much to make everything okay for her. "You shouldn't," he said, stroking her hair. "Not until we know more. It sounds like people are getting grabbed right and left."

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Cassidy looked at Raven. "They took Elle," she said quietly. "I was there and I couldn't stop them." Her voice faltered. "My shield failed her when she needed me most."

"Do not blame yourself," Raven said, squeezing her arm in lieu of having any comfort to empathically give. "Whatever this is -- it is affecting all our gifts, including my ability to teleport. Karla could not protect herself with her Craft, either."

Why Karla but not Cassidy, she had to wonder.

"It's not them I'm afraid of," Rinoa admitted, a harsh laugh slipping out. Her nerves were at least calming some; the hair-stroking was especially helpful with that. "I ..."

She didn't want to say it out loud, just yet. Nor was she letting go for a while.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "Was anyone -- close to you?"

"I tried but it was just too much." Cassidy shook her head, looking back down at the book she had been studying. "We have to get them back, Raven. They're needed."

If Raven had asked that question out loud, Cassidy would have given her an immediate answer that included the words "pretty" and "powerful" in reference to Karla. In Cassidy's mind, Karla was everything a Queen was supposed to be and why she was the one taken. She was the more valuable.

She swallowed, pushing her hair back from her face. "Why is something attacking the island again, anyway? Didn't we just go through this?"

And there was the cavalry from the Trooper station, since both Vimes and Ralph seemed to have their certain views about books in situations like this. Angua didn't mind, though, stretching a bit here and there as she offered her eyes to sort through hints about what might be going on, still feeling a haze regarding the odd dreams the night before.

And, oh, yes, there'd be coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

And let's not talk about the Bog, shall we? You try dealing with that with a nose like Angua's...

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Lindsay was not about to turn that hug away, especially when she knew Rinoa needed comforting. As much as it could be, considering.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked, glancing around the library. "Research? Make more coffee? Whatever you need, just let me know."

"If you want," Rinoa said. "Either. I keep ... I'm looking and I can't find anything. I feel so useless."

She could be doing way more important things like this. Like teaching goblins what their innards looked like.

She rubbed at her forehead as a strange idea occurred to her. "Did you have a weird dream last night?" she said. "A large masquerade ball."

With his classes canceled and his normal haunts sucked into a kriffing maze, Ben could only work out in the gym for so long before his muscles screamed for mercy.

Thus, the library. He was pretty sure there wouldn't be a book helpfully labeled "Crystal Bubbles and Who They Belong To", but he had to do something.

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