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Library, Thursday.

Look, the island was throwing up weirder-than-usual-shite lately, which meant John was out of his office, flipping through a book from Special Collections and occasionally glaring at the history section.

The reason for the glaring? A tall, pale man in black robes, with wild black hair and stars in his eyes. Who seemed to be absorbed in his own reading and totally unaware of Constantine. Then again, one never knew with this one.

"Bloody buggering ponce," he grumbled under his breath. "Oi, your worship! I didn't stand in any bloody gallery, didn't hold any moronic symbol, and I sure as hell am not doing any more jobs for you! Get your Endless ass out of my library!"

The silent figure - and long-ago librarian of Fandom High - gave no indication he even knew John was there, and went about his business.

Fucking island.

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If you're a clever person who has actually figured out the place has gone more batshit than usual, here's the thread for you!

It wasn't that Elizabeth was shy - even the naive edges had been taken from her during her few months in Roman Fandom. But she was used to libraries and using them to pursue knowledge; it wasn't strange for her to gravitate towards this one after three confusing days adrift.

She was there first thing, before anyone else, darting from one shelf to the other. Surely there had to be something specific to this situation she could use?

It wasn't that Cosette was concerned about the sheer confluence of (more than usual) strangeness on the island so much as -- well, no, that was wrong. She was concerned, but years of living with the Thénardiers had taught her to make herself useful to ensure her own survival . . . and to do a thorough job of concealing any signs of vulnerability.

So despite her nonchalant demeanor she was in the library with a purpose -- at Éponine's rather insistent suggestion, granted. ("They'll look at you less funny if it's you," she'd said, "seeing as you're the one who's got lessons, and I'd only stick out more, and you know that won't do. I'll have a look about town in the meantime.")

They'd both been brought up to look after themselves first and foremost, not go out of their way to help other people, but, well. The elder Thénardiers -- neither her version of them nor Éponine's -- weren't here, were they? And one could argue that it would be in their own best interests anyway . . .

"Hi."

Elizabeth ducked her head. "I hope I'm not disturbing you," she added. "You just... look like you've got some purpose; I was wondering if yours and mine might align."

"It's possible, but it always is, in some way, isn't that true?" allowed Cosette, cautious as always; she might be willing to trust people, but it was always wise to make sure first. "It is the library, after all. One'd imagine we've all come to read something or other, unless it's a quiet spot to sleep one's after."

She returned the smile, though, with a touch more reservation than the ordinary Cosette might.

"Sure," Elizabeth said cautiously. "But... there's something funny going on, isn't there?"

She sucked in a breath. "I just-- would like not to be the only one who's trying to figure this out. If you know what I'm talking about at all, which you might not... come to think of it."

"Well, now you mention it, I don't think I've seen you around before," Cosette answered. "Or were you someone that I have seen, only you aren't any more? People are behaving awfully strangely from one day to the next, it seems."

Joker settled back in at the same table as yesterday, collected a new pile of books to look through, and got to work.

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