The Library, Wednesday

[talentforlying]

John had gone home long enough to get a good three hours of sleep in, shower, and then gotten back up and come into work.

Real coffee was out, you could ask for tea if you wanted it, and the librarian was in-and-out of Special Collections, bringing out the oldest books and scrolls he could find.

Good luck, Fandom. You were going to need it.

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Re: Research -- Afternoon

[nuclear_snide]

Bob snorted. "I believe the phrase 'like a lead balloon' applies here. I don't suppose we could just spell them all to sleep? Or gas them non-lethally or something?" He knew there were nonmagical ways to do it, but he was a bit iffy on the current variations of it.

Re: Research -- Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

"I could paralyze them briefly, or grab a gas grenade," Atton said. He finally opened his eyes. "But this island is overrun with powered types. Who's to know if that'll even work into their systems or not?"

He had considerable experience in taking out superhumans. You had to know your target really well. "The last thing we need is a bunch of pissed-off barvy people actively trying to bash our skulls in."

Re: Research -- Afternoon

[nuclear_snide]

"They're welcome to try finding mine," Bob said, grinning. "But still, I take your point. Has talking worked on any of them yet?"

Re: Research -- Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

"Nope, they just start digging themselves further into the trenches," Atton said. "Mr. Gaunt is, like, totally perfect, I'm not mind-controlled, what are you talking about? Blah blah blah."

Re: Research -- Afternoon

[nuclear_snide]

"Because nothing says sanity and being in control quite like fighting everyone over a few baubles." Bob rolled his eyes.