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Library [11/25]

Wesley was researching. This probably wasn't a huge surprise. Something strange was afoot, so he could be found at the front desk, poring over a stack of books several feet high and copying potentially relevant passages over into his notes. It was the Watcher way, damnit.

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Sleeeeeepy.

Ender came in ridiculously early, as was his wont with anything he did - especially something this crucial. He'd made a list of everything that had recurred in people's stories: the emptiness approaching, the people vanishing, the amnesia.

He took the list with him into the nearest aisle, and began to poke around. He wasn't planning to leave without some hint at an answer.

[[ some sp from me as I'm going out tonight. ]]

"Hey Wesley," Ender greeted, coming over after some nosing around. "Have you found anything?"

"Nothing conclusive, I'm afraid," Wesley answered, glancing up from the latest book he'd been looking through. "And yourself?"

"Nothing yet, but I'm still getting started," Ender said. He took a glance at the work Wesley was going through at the moment. "Have you come up with some ideas yourself?"

"A few," he admitted, "but the more I read of them, the less certain I am that they're remotely on target." 'Cause they weren't, Wes. "There's quite a bit on demons and gods that can cause memory loss, that sort of thing, but very little on the disappearances that seem to go along with it."

Warren's dad, he was thinking of you.

Ender nodded thoughtfully. "And no demons that fixate on disappearances in particular?" he asked.

"Well, there's one," Wesley said, flipping back through the book. "A sorcerer. Reality-changer. But -- I'm not sure it quite fits; there'd be some sort of, of mystical trail or something..."

"Like what?" Ender inquired, tilting his head at the book.

Wesley turned the book around so Ender could see. "He'll -- alter realities and store the originals in mystical objects," he explained. "Orbs, urns, that sort of thing. But with something as enormous as this, the transfer would've caused a distinct shift in mystical energies in every affected dimension, and I haven't noticed anything of the sort."

Ender reached for the book, so he could give the chapter in question a good once-over. "You can detect this kind of magic?" he asked.

"To an extent," he answered. "I'm not as practiced as, say, Tara, but I can do relatively simple spells. This sort of thing would've stood out."

"But there's been... nothing?" Ender prompted. He looked up, and met Wesley's eyes. "Of any kind?"

Tara shut up the shop at lunchtime and finally made it to the library. Once she was done dealing with the Bieber bears, she'd settled into research mode and thought she had a few leads. Maybe.

This was confusing, but she'd do her best.

"Nothing," he confirmed with certainty. "I've tried to verify this with contacts at home as well, but -- there's the slight problem of their not existing."

It was an issue.

Tara, generous soul that she was, offered Wesley a Beiber bear before she said anything else.

"Hi," she said. "there was a giant box of these at the shop. Think it's connected?"

She was ... not entirely serious. though she did suspect Justin Bieber was a demon.

Ender's eyebrows knotted together. "I can see that being an issue," he deadpanned. "Have you tried Tara's versions of your contacts?"

"Find anything yet?" Tara asked, once she spotted the aisle Ender was in. "I tried to research at the shop this morning? But it was, um. Distracting."

"I haven't," he admitted. "We discussed it, but while our universes seem to share certain characteristics, she doesn't know any of the people I know from home. Though it should be a relatively simple matter of finding a phone book."

'Cause they had those in 2000. Quaint.

Wesley blinked at the bear as he accepted it. Well, then.

"Very possibly," he said mock-seriously. "We'll have to look into this."

"If you touch its paw it sings," Tara warned with a grimace. "I guess the shop thought w-we needed a little .... um, levity?"

Wesley, like a guy who was far too curious for his own good, touched its paw.

Big mistake. He winced and waited out the song, looking sheepish.

She had warned him.

"How many of these did you get?" he asked once the dreaded music was over.

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