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Library, Friday

Yesterday had been disturbing. That was all Lucille was going to say on the matter, and she was going to support any research done into what was happening.

The library was open, and even though drinks were generally forbidden here, tea was being offered.

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If you're doing research she will offer you tea.

Obi-Wan had not gone very far from this library, beyond to make a quick exploratory round of their new circumstances.

Then he had returned, and he was currently picking through the stacks, still trying to separate old from new.

"Tea?" Lucille offered.

"Please," Obi-Wan said, with a wry but affable smile. "If you would be so kind."

Lucille poured a cup and offered it to Obi-Wan. "Milk and sugar? I assume you are here to try and find some clue to these strange events."

"Only milk, please," Obi-Wan said lightly. "And I am. I suppose it is the least I can do."

"Could anyone do more at this point?" Lucille asked, adding milk to his cup.

Hyacinthe's nightmares had been increasingly disturbed since the fog had rolled in and his attempts to use the dromonde felt stifled. The only reason he was here today was because he'd gotten a clear vision of something important here today and he was for anything that could help end this.

Even seeing Lucille at the library could not ease his concern, and the smile he had for her was wan. But then, passing by the principal's tower, he'd had a sense of something massive and evil, like an ancient evil rising up from the depths.

He'd run the rest of the way here and even now, his breathing wasn't quite even. He was trying to tell himself it was because he was out of shape, rather than the fear still thrumming through his veins.

"Hyacinthe," Lucille greeted him. "It is good to see you here."

"I would say the same, but I believe I'd rather see you somewhere safer," Hya said, brushing his dark curls out of his eyes. "This place is a guttering candle in the darkness, and I would you away from it all."

"It is sweet of you to care." It was, even if Lucille felt she could take care of herself.

"Can I offer you a cup of tea?"

Hey, it had nothing to do with whether she could take care of herself and more with him preferring them both somewhere else, preferably with a large tub and several bottles of wine, with nothing that screamed danger lurking in corners.

"Please," he said gratefully. "It rarely gets this cold in the City of Elua." Or, at least, it wasn't the kind of cold that felt like it was wrapping around your very bones.

Lucille could be persuaded to spend some time with him in that large tub when this was over, if that would happen.

She poured a cup of tea for Hyacinthe. "I am used to the cold myself, but not to whatever else is happening."

Even if the decay wasn't too unfamiliar, not that she would admit that.

"The City of Elua is in the south of Terre D'Ange," Hyacinthe said, cradling the cup in his hands and letting the warmth seep in. "Sometimes, deep in the winter it snows, but usually only enough to line the streets and rooftops with glittering white. I have been too poor not to know cold, but there was always the warmth of my mother's house to chase it away."

"My home was often cold," Lucille said, leaving open whether she meant physically or mentally or both. "But now... I understand people have met monstrous versions of themselves. At least I have been spared that ~~because the mun has been too tired~~"

"I doubt there could be a monstrous version of you," Hyacinthe said, being completely wrong on that count. Possibly twice over. "I've not been out much, so I haven't the least idea if I've an evil double about."

That was sweet too. Lucille wasn't going to mention that her own mother had called her a monster.

"Then I think we are both lucky on that account."

"We needed a bit of luck to counteract the rest of this," he said, gesturing to the world at large. "Though I'm ashamed to admit that I've not gone out much to search, either. I'm a deft hand with a knife, but this feels like something much larger than a street brawl."

"I agree with you," Lucille said. "I went out to buy pastries, but returned as quickly as I could."

Especially after running into Kathy.

That girl was probably a bitch anyway.

"Were there any to buy?" Hyacinthe asked. Maybe with a little more hope than he ought to have been showing.

She was totally a bitch.

"No," Lucille said with a sigh. "They were all too covered with mold."

Hyacinthe made a face. He'd grown up poor, but they'd never had to eat moldy food. 'Twas rare that even the lowliest beggar needed to stoop to that.

"How did this all happen?" he asked. "It takes longer than a day to go bad."

"I have been told strange things happen here without explanation," Lucille said, shaking her head. "But if this lasts long we will starve."

She had been hungry but she had never starved, not even in the asylum.

Same for Hyacinthe. The idea that someone could starve in Terre D'Ange was absurd.

"Well, that's why we're here, no?" he asked, smiling down at her to try to absolve some of her worry. "To make sure it doesn't get to that point. We'll not starve, chavi. We're far too pretty for that."

Lucille smiled. She liked being called pretty, especially by someone like Hyacinthe, who was very pretty himself.

"I'm mostly providing tea."

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