fandomhigh | Library, Friday (12/18)

Nightmares were not, generally speaking, a problem for Cosette. The ones she had had last night, though, must have made up for lost time: herself as a small child again, struggling to carry a heavy bucket of water through the woods at night, surrounded by a cacophony of raucous laughter and angry voices and visions of Madame Thénardier's vicious smile.

Hoping some early morning air would clear her senses, she had gone out for her walk only to have that cut short by having to run from some flying creatures with nasty-looking weapons.

And then -- because she knew this island fairly well by now and it was more than obvious that something was afoot -- she had gone straight to the library. People would likely be coming in to see if they could figure out what was going on, and besides . . . it was safe here, and being around the books was comforting. So she put on some soft, soothing music and got to work brewing some tea for people to have, should they need it.

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It was hard to have nightmares when you didn't sleep, but it had been even harder to miss all the things out around the island.

Bob showed up at the library, because that seemed to be what people did when trouble hit. Well, or they hit back, but that wasn't exactly his strength.

He peered around, then headed for Cosette. "Is something up again?"

That wasn't particularly Cosette's strength either.

She set aside the tray of cookies she was arranging and looked up, nodding. "That seems to be the case, monsieur," she answered. "All sorts of creatures about today. Have you seen them?"

"The flying things, the demon-looking things, or the ones who like to hit a lot?" Bob asked. "In other words, yes. Any idea why yet, or shall we get cracking?"

"I only ran into the flying ones myself," Cosette admitted. "But of course there's more. And I had awful dreams last night, which I'm not in the habit of doing. Do you suppose that's related? Like the time I couldn't stop dreaming of my mother, and then we had so many visitors who were supposed to be dead? I didn't dream anything quite so terrifying as this, but perhaps someone has."

"Hm. A very good question," Bob said. "I don't sleep, so I can't speak to that, but it's something we should probably ask. Meanwhile, we can add that to the list of things to look up. I thought I'd start with things that open portals - perhaps things that open portals from dreams? I'll have a look."

"It's as good a place as any to start, isn't it?" agreed Cosette. "I'll put up a list, see if people have anything else to add."

She laughed a little bit, ruefully. "This is hardly what I used to think about whenever I read the phrase 'dreams come true.' But now it makes as much sense as anything."

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"Let's hope it isn't quite that," Bob said. "Some people here have nasty dreams. But at any rate," he clapped his hands together, "I'm off to research. You'll help get the books down if I find any?"

Cosette seemed to relax a bit at that, and smiled. "Of course, monsieur. You've only to ask, and I'm glad to lend you, quite literally, a hand."

"Wonderful." Bob beamed at her. "Let's see what I can find, shall we?" He dissolved into a swirl of lights and headed off for the stacks.

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