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Billy had a good time getting to the library today - he may have taken an extra long walk through town to see what was outside, and discovered how satisfying electricity vs. zombies could be - but once he got inside, he focused on getting things set up for anyone who might want to come by to continue with researching. There was cocoa and coffee for anyone who promised not to get them on any books!

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It would take some time to find the history section - it was closer towards the back of this iteration of Special Collections, past two sets of Alexandrian bookcases and across one very small strip of water.

But the most important parts were always the most dangerous, weren't they?

After the long trek, Jeff started combing through books and, once again, finding nothing. He gave up in frustration and took a step back, dejectedly watching the bright spots and shadows of the uneven lighting playing across the shelf.

He suddenly became convinced that one of the brighter spots was meaningful, and grabbed the book it was centered on. It turned out that the illuminated manuscript was... an illuminated manuscript. From... well, he had no idea when. Sometime old. Medieval? Renaissance? Whenever they made books like that. But what he found when he flipped the pages... It was their new library friend, standing with villian-man, as they both looked at the "weather machine".

He whistled sharply to alert the others. "Jackpot! Check it!"

After taking a holo of the page, he left the book there. For the other researchers to look at, maybe, or just because he felt weird about taking the book out of Special Collections. Either way. He had something more important to do.

Jeff trekked back to the main library, made a beeline for Elizabeth, and pulled the image up on his omnitool. "Is this you?" he demanded. "Where were you before ancient Rome?"

Elizabeth veered up, startled, especially by the sudden verbal assault. "I was home!" she said. "In my tower, I was there, and then..."

And then what? She tried to recall how she went from one or the other, but it didn't connect somehow. Then her mind was struck by a horrid ache and her nose began to bleed again. "And then what?"

"The nosebleeds," Jeff mused, as he grabbed her some tissues. "They're part of it, somehow. Keep those handy, 'cause you might start gushing, now."

He pointed at the picture. "This man, and this machine. Especially the machine. What happened?"

"I don't know," Elizabeth said, staring at the picture. She repeated it, more desperately, "I don't know!"

She pressed the tissues against her nose and squeezed her eyes shut as a flash of something hit her mind. A face. Concern. "Are you afraid of God, Booker?"

That was her voice. But she hadn't opened her mouth.

Edited 2014-03-28 17:36 (UTC)

"'Kay, so you haven't been around long, so just to get you up to speed, creepy voices coming from nowhere like that are things that people have said in the past. You do know this Booker guy, you just..." Jeff grunted in frustration and looked around for Dr. Lecter. He wasn't upset with her, not really, but he had a feeling they were so, so close to getting this whole mess solved. "This really isn't my area of expertise. Maybe it would help if you... this machine, here, in the picture? It's on the island. In the woods. Do you think you could fix it?"

"I don't know, I'm not a mechanic," Elizabeth said frankly. She peered down at the picture again. "But something about it feels... almost familiar..."

"No," Booker's voice echoed past, "But I'm afraid of you."

Alerted by Joker's frustration, Hannibal stepped closer, looking from Elizabeth to Joker's holo. He pulled up a chair and sat close to Elizabeth. "What do you remember? Start from there."

"I, I don't know," Elizabeth stammered, staring down at her hands. She frowned, running her thumb over her pinky finger. "I lived in a tower with my books, just... going through the humdrum of everyday life."

For a captive, anyway. "Next thing I knew, I woke up in front of the barracks..."

She ran her finger over her pinky again. Something didn't feel right. "No. I, I think I remember a man. That man. He burst into my library unannounced." She paused. Frowned. "... I think he recognized me." She looked up at Hannibal's face. "Joker's right," she said. "I should find this thing, if that's what started it."

Hannibal looked to Joker. "You've been to where it is now, yes? You could take her there?" To Elizabeth, he said, "Is that what started it? Do you remember seeing this machine at all? Try to picture it where it belongs, where you last saw it."

She looked down at the image again. "It's fuzzy," she said. Blood slid down her nose again, but she ignored it. "And very old. I think I was... a child. They released me from my tower, just for a few hours." She looked back up. "There were so many machines. I could be mistaken. I don't know. I'd need to see it."

"Then we'll have to arrange that." Hannibal handed her a handkerchief and helped her hold it to her nose. "Lean forward and breathe through your mouth."

Edited 2014-03-29 05:57 (UTC)

Yeul was terrible at group activities, so when they entered Special Collections, it wasn’t long before she drifted away from this others, though she never went too far. The skittering, inhuman noises didn’t startle her, nor did she look for what was causing them as she aimlessly wandered down on row of books and then another.

The music section held her interest for a while—though it held nothing of import for what they were hear for—and so did the section on flowering plants.

When she moved on from them, she did so reluctantly. The small strip of water soaked her shoes as she passed through it. Her footprints left marks on the floor as she explored the history section quietly.

A thin, single sheet of paper sticking from a shelf caught her eye. It was placed higher than she could comfortably reach, but it was a curiosity in a library of curiosities, so Yeul carefully went up on tiptoe and reached for it. Managing to tug it free with two fingers, she brought it down to look at what turned out to be an old-West style wanted poster.

The pictures and names on it held her attention. The names—Elizabeth and Booker—were both familiar, as was Elizabeth’s face. The date seemed wrong, to her, though she was probably the worst at guessing such a thing, but it placed them in the late 18th century, which was quite a while from the current date. She thought it was American in origin.

"I think I found something," she said, raising her voice slightly. It wasn’t very loud, compared to most people, but it echoed, which carried the sound further. "Though I don’t quite understand it."

She took a picture of it on her phone, just in case, and still carrying the poster, went looking for someone who might have a better grasp on time and what was reasonable.

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