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Fandom High Auditorium, Thursday Afternoon

As whatever was happening on the island became less and less likely to be cleared up with a good old fashioned fight, it seemed it was time to figure out just what to do next. So, a radio announcement let people know to meet up at the school to pool their resources and go over what they knew so far.

Even if some of the people who were supposed to be in charge weren’t looking quite so well anymore...

Gray wasn’t the most charming color when it came to human skin tone.

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Arrive, chatter, mingle. The auditorium is open to everyone on the island!

But please wait for the SCIENCE to ping in, first.

Where teams investigation, science and magic can meet up to talk business.

Provided any of them are still capable of responding rationally.

Woo!

The taint was starting to give Alistair a headache. It was one thing to sense it in a couple of stray darkspawn, but he'd never felt so many of them before.

Still, his skin was unblemished, so he was up one on the people running the island right now, he supposed. Strangely enough? That wasn't a very reassuring thought.

At least he'd brought the socketed sword to this one.

Jake was perfectly aware that he was well out of his depth when it came to magical or supernatural whatsits.

On the other hand, he actually was a damned good detective, and so he figured if there was research to be done, he might as well pitch in and lend a hand.

Hermione had been listening to radio, and after dealing with the rock the other day, she was more than a little wary of what might happen to her, even if she'd only ever been in the same room with the thing. That hadn't stopped her from hitting the books to see if she could find anything out, and then going to the auditorium when the time came.

And after seeing some of the others, she might be surreptitiously checking her arms to make sure nothing was gray that hadn't been earlier.

Administration, please don't be offended if Hermione was looking more at the notes she'd brought with her from Tuesday rather than at you. It was just that you were a little disturbing to look at right now. For some reason.

"Some of the students were helping to examine the rock," she began, and don't think she felt a little guilty about exposing them to that. "A lot of things were learned to help us begin to determine what it is, exactly, such as the fact that while it gives off heat, but doesn't seem to have any reaction to any producible temperature. Spectroscopic analysis revealed shining bands in the rock when it was heated, though. It also does seem to be metallic, and magnetic at that, and seems to have an affinity for electricity."

Had she had to Google a word or two? Yes, yes she had. She would never admit this out loud.

Belle was subdued, quietly taking a seat in her cloak with her hood obscuring her face. She'd checked herself for gray patches earlier, having seen some of the results of the illness on others, and honestly, she still wasn't convinced there was a scientific explanation for what was happening. She hadn't heard back from Adam yet, of course, but in her experience, people undergoing monstrous changes was more of a magically-based problem than a medical one.

But then, science was often just an easier way of looking at magic, she thought.

Well... Bo could still string complete sentences together, even if there was a constant thrum of white noise and familiar-but-not hunger in her skull. But rational? Nothing about this was rational.

It wasn't so much that Annie had really planned on being here, it was more than she'd had classes to go to- and yes, she was the nerd who went even while creepy things were happening- and it felt safer to stay at school rather than go back to the dorms yet? Shh, don't judge.

Looking around, though, she was feeling really bad for people, and started to really wonder what she could do to help.

The things Karla knew were neither a) hopeful, or b) news to anyone: The land was sick and Craft couldn't help it or the people who were also infected. But maybe other people had an idea?

If nothing else, getting everyone together was a good way to figure out what percentage of the Fandom population was already infected.

Edited 2011-08-04 19:43 (UTC)

Ramona found a place in the back, jiggling her foot a little nervously as she waited for this stupid thing to start. Meetings weren't really her thing, but she figured that finding out what had happened to the things she'd been smacking around was probably a good idea.

Her mallet was propped up beside her, the head down on the floor as she kept her arm wrapped around the handle. It just made her feel better, even if she could banish it or summon it pretty instantly.

Edited 2011-08-04 20:24 (UTC)

Sookie ducked into the auditorium on her way to the clinic, the shield necklace from Karla around her neck and under her shirt. Yes, it was like flying blind when she desperately wanted her sixth sense to watch her back, but at the same time, she knew how useless she'd be with inhuman brains pinging at hers all day long. It would be Rapture twice over.

Sookie made a point to find her way to Karla's side, reaching out for her friend's hand. "How's he doing?"

No reason to clarify which 'he' she meant, she thought.

Forgive Bo for the way her SECURITY t-shirt was currently fitting; sometime around lunch, the bones of her shoulders had started to knot up and poke through the fabric. After a frankly disturbing -- to Bo -- growl, she'd finally tossed her sawdust-flavored sandwich to the floor, reached for her knife, and cut the sleeves off entirely.

Yeah, that'd be the knife currently shoved into the spot on her belt where her flashlight should hang. She wasn't going to have trouble seeing in the dark anytime soon.

Belle made a point to find Hermione after she'd spoken ~~and I debated forever about which thread to put this in, la~~, feeling less comforted by the meeting than she would have liked. "Hermione? How are you feeling, with all of this?"

It was partly concern for her physical well-being, after being in contact with the rock, but the bigger question was how she was faring emotionally. Just a hunch more than anything.

Kate and her sword had returned to their usual inseparable status over the last few days.

The oddly coloured administration were getting eyed, and her hand was staying clamped around Slayer, which was emitting a slight pale vapour. This week was making her twitchy.

"His wings are gone," Karla said, trying to cling to the upbeat at least it's probably not the Legacy virus! feeling she'd had all day. "They're turning gray and scaly and all his feathers fell out."

There were other changes happening, but that was the worst.

Peter wasn't exactly thrilled to leave the comfort of the dorms to be here, but reluctantly, he'd admitted to himself that informed was still better than uninformed. It also gave him a chance to study all the other people assembled here, and he wondered what, if anything, they were all planning to do.

And now that reach for her hand was turning into a hug. Sookie knew how important Warren's wings were to him -- it was Bobby's ice, or her special sense, or Karla's Craft. An intrinsic part of him, and it seemed unbearably cruel to her that they were gone, just like that. "They'll grow back," she said softly, even though she had no idea if that was true. "When we fix this. He'll grow them back so fast when he's better."

Karla nodded into Sookie's shoulder. "That's what I keep telling him," she said, voice muffled as she allowed herself a moment just to cling. "I told him he owed me a picnic and that we'd go flying together before we went back to Kaeleer. And it is fixable. It has to be."

They had some of the best minds from any number of different worlds here. Surely they could come up with something!

"It's not the Legacy virus, at least," she offered, rubbing Karla's back. "I can quit quarantining Bobby. Maybe he'll be able to help. Keep Warren comfortable, or...something. Do you need anything, sweetheart?"

"That's what I'm clinging to," Karla admitted. "I almost did a dance when I heard other people were sick, too. Not because I want that, but--"

She figured Sookie would understand.

"I need to be able to do something," she said. "Anything. Fix one tiny little thing. But I can't Heal anyone, I can't Heal the land, I have no idea about how to beat a rock..." She sniffled. "I hate this."

"...Though getting something to eat might help, too."

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Fandom High Auditorium, Thursday Afternoon

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