fandomhigh | Library [12-8]

Because Dan would be no help with the labyrinth thing.

He was blissfully reading a book. A boring one. He needed boring right now.

It was here (http://sc-critters.livejournal.com/2564.html) for all your scribbly needs.

Once he pings in.

Mmm hmm.

Raven had managed to so far refrain from attempting to enter the labyrinth that morning and instead put her focus on finding more information. Her father wasn't making it easy.

You can walk right in and find them, Daughter. All you have to do is accept what you are....

Once again, as soon as the library had opened, Cassidy was there to help with research.

In between his other (read: reserve) obligations, Dolf was in the library, poking through books. He was already starting to feel frustrated at his inability to do much of anything; he resolved to at least look after the food issue soon.

It might make him feel moderately more helpful.

While it might have been more personally satisfying to go out and shoot the goblins that were skulking about, Dru figured there was a better chance of figuring out what was going on if she hit the library.

Coffee near to hand, Dru had her nose buried in a book.

Henry was here, if twitchy. That was what living on coffee and being denied his usual morning run would do to a man. He went to the school gym, but that wasn't the same at all.

Pff. Like Sherlock actually left the library last night. Or stopped working for anything more than a hearty meal of coffee.

Because all of that was totally healthy, you know. Totally.

Not that she imagined it was doing much good, Angua came to the library today with a safety pin securely clamped on her nose and a few fragrant pouches of potpourri tied to her belt. It did help, even if only minutely, to get her to a spot where she wasn't just ill from the terrible colours that flashed through her nose with that bloody bog.

She was pretty sure she'd be useless today, but at least she was making an effort.

Okay, so it had taken Jono a while to actually think about coming into the library today. Yesterday had been spent contemplating the state of affairs outside the dorms (mostly, that bog around the school), and it was only after listening to the evening broadcast that he'd realized that people were gathering here, as well, for research purposes.

For a guy who spent every Sunday in this room come hell or high water, you'd think hat he'd twig on to these matters more quickly.

In any case, he was stepping up behind Raven from behind, reaching to rest a hand on her shoulder. She looked as though she could use it.

Raven had been half intent on the pages of the book in front of her, half focused on ignoring her father's whispers. When she felt the hand on her shoulder, she started violently, springing to her feet and pushing her chair back and spinning around with the beginnings of a snarl on her lips.

Almost immediately she realized it was Jono behind her and she sagged back against the table, horrified by her instinctive reaction. She closed her eyes, knowing they'd be glowing red, and said softly, "Jono -- I am sorry, I was startled." Because that explained everything.

Jono blinked, trying to will away the pale white that had taken over his own eyes at Raven's violent reaction. That had been... unexpected. But, white eyes aside, he'd managed to take it with a grain of salt.

//I could tell,// he replied, as dismissively as he could manage. And then, because there had to be a reason for her to be in a mood like that, he added, //Who did they take?//

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"Karla and Bobby," she said, reaching back and gripping the table and trying to calm her pounding heart. Her father was laughing at her. "Others as well. Emma. I am...stressed."

Jono's eyebrow twitched upwards. If Raven was just stressed, then he was just missing a few body parts. Understatement didn't tend to garner the desired results with Jonothon, generally.

//We'll get them back,// he replied, trying to sound reassuring, though he couldn't help the nervous twist within his chest as she named those names. Karla. Bobby.

Emma.

Despite the unpleasantness she'd had with Emma, Raven really was upset that she'd been taken as well, for she knew she was close to Karla and Sookie.

Liar. It pleases you, just admit it.

She shook her head and tried to cast off her father, finally relaxing enough to let go of the table and take a step toward Jono. "I saw them in a dream. Karla and Bobby...I think the rest were there as well. But they were not themselves." Neither had she when she'd been there, and her face flushed at the memory.

//Not themselves...?//

Jonothon obviously hadn't had the peaches. He'd need a bit more to work with than that, unfortunately.

//What sort of dream, Sunshine?//

A small bag of Chinese food was dropped on the table in front of Sherlock.

"For when this is over," John clarified. He knew Sherlock's 'no eating while I'm working' rule well enough, thanks.

"It was a ball of some sort...a masquerade," Raven explained. "I felt as if I belonged there, like it was my home. I could barely remember anything of Fandom...not even you." She hated making that admission, and it made the simmering rage start to burn hotter again that she'd had her mind manipulated in such a way. Her feelings were hers and no one was allowed to touch them in that way.

Make them pay, Daughter....

"I found Bobby there, and Karla as well, and we danced as if there was nothing else that mattered in the world," she went on. "Then I started to remember who I was, but Karla could not. I wanted to take her from there but she refused to come with me. And then I woke up by the labyrinth wall where Sookie and I had fallen asleep."

This conversation had gone weird in all directions, hadn't it? Jono raised his eyebrows a little as he listened. They'd fallen asleep out there?

//Did she have th'same dream?//

It was worth wondering. Stranger things had happened around here, after all.

"She was there as well," Raven said, nodding. "I think perhaps we were poisoned to induce the dream, though it felt so very real." She glanced over to the whiteboard where Shira had posted the Sweet Dreams Peaches recipe she'd found. "We have found that recipe, and there was peach cobbler in the cafeteria that afternoon. I know both Sookie and I had some before we attempted to find a way inside the labyrinth."

Poisoned you, controlled you, are you going to let him get away with that?

Jono glanced toward the recipe as well, and then shook his head a little and reached for one of Raven's hands.

Okay. So there was something out there not only kidnapping students, but drugging them with hallucinogenics, as well.

Charming.

//If you both had it, perhaps there was something more to it,// he offered. Which... wasn't half as reassuring as he'd have liked it to be. But at least it was something more to work with than overactive peach-fuelled imaginations.

Raven squeezed his hand, grateful for the physical contact. "Rinoa had the dream as well, and saw Squall," she said. "He is another of the missing. But something broke the spell and caused us to wake, though it did not free Karla and Bobby and the rest."

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