Since Jess had been kind enough (so to speak) to dismiss them so quickly from class, such as it had been, Cosette -- still preoccupied with the strangeness of that tidal wave this morning -- went directly to the library afterward.
Wherever it had disappeared to, was that connected to the same place their hostile new "friends" had come from? Éponine had said the dinosaurs and Vikings had only seemed to appear after the man with the gun ran through and while Cosette didn't exactly trust her to volunteer information without keeping her own interests at heart most of the time, this was not one of those situations, and she did trust the older girl's observational skills if nothing else.
Dinosaurs, Vikings . . . those were things out of history, Cosette reasoned, though admittedly she'd only learned that fact this week, in the past several days of seemingly futile research. She ventured into the History section of the library today, this time with a more specific purpose in mind.
One book led to another, one section into the next until she found herself in History of Fandom Crises Past. And sure enough, there were the dinosaurs in one book, and the zombie piranhas, and --
She kept going, flipping through book after book until she ended up on page 265 of a volume entitled (inexplicably) "Plaaaaaaaaaaaaaague!" She snapped a quick photo of one of the illustrations and sent it off to Éponine with a message: this your cove?
The second she got a confirmation she came bolting out of the stacks with the book held over her head, shouting, "Look, look, look here, it's your weather machine!"
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Wherever it had disappeared to, was that connected to the same place their hostile new "friends" had come from? Éponine had said the dinosaurs and Vikings had only seemed to appear after the man with the gun ran through and while Cosette didn't exactly trust her to volunteer information without keeping her own interests at heart most of the time, this was not one of those situations, and she did trust the older girl's observational skills if nothing else.
Dinosaurs, Vikings . . . those were things out of history, Cosette reasoned, though admittedly she'd only learned that fact this week, in the past several days of seemingly futile research. She ventured into the History section of the library today, this time with a more specific purpose in mind.
One book led to another, one section into the next until she found herself in History of Fandom Crises Past. And sure enough, there were the dinosaurs in one book, and the zombie piranhas, and --
She kept going, flipping through book after book until she ended up on page 265 of a volume entitled (inexplicably) "Plaaaaaaaaaaaaaague!" She snapped a quick photo of one of the illustrations and sent it off to Éponine with a message: this your cove?
The second she got a confirmation she came bolting out of the stacks with the book held over her head, shouting, "Look, look, look here, it's your weather machine!"