The Library - Tuesday

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

With all the freaky shit going on with the island today, Barry decided it would be a good idea to make sure the library was open today for any researchers to do some researching.

He was even nice enough to have coffee brought in from the perk. Normal coffee. Nothing that may have been brewed with acorns or anything.

For his part Barry was behind the main desk doing his own research by remotely accessing his lab via his tablet but would be available for anyone if they had questions.

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Re: Research - Afternoon

[talentforlying]

After the goth-punk's revelation, John had gone back into his office. People outside might have heard a wide range of swearing in a number of languages - living and dead - and shit breaking for about a half hour.

Eventually, he resurfaced from the office. A silk top-hat under one arm, a fire extinguisher under the other. The hat got tossed on the floor, and the fire extinguisher thrown at whatever corporeal being was closest in case things went wrong.

"Sorry, Zee." John closed his eyes. "Sunla draeilí, gaminn yfir á fubak. Eitthmig is íklae á nyttvao."

The hat burst into flames, and Constantine jerked back like he'd been kicked in the gut, falling to his knees. "Ow," he coughed, spitting blood off to the side. "That fucking hurt.

Re: Research - Afternoon

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry watched the whole hat thing with a weird look on his face and the look stayed with him as he putout the flames with the extinguisher.

"You all right?"

Re: Research - Afternoon

[talentforlying]

"Not even remotely, mate," he said, shoving himself to his feet enough to stomp on the hat, hard. Which, of course, set off another coughing fit. "Knew I was making a deal with some devil when I did it, and I don't regret that. 'M old enough to know my risks and take them anyway."

"Just sorry I might have just destroyed what might have been the one last link a friend would have had to her father without trying to break whatever curse he wove into it first." He shrugged a shoulder. "I'll take my own risks and flip off the Devil on the way, but I can't risk her. Not for this, no matter how much she woulda wanted it."

Re: Research - Afternoon

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"I'm sorry to hear that," Barry said. "But just so you know I'm cleaning up that bloody spit stuff on the floor. This aide thing only goes so far."