Library, All Friday

[talentforlying]

To be perfectly honest, John had not left the library last night, with something crawling at the edge of his magical senses. Why go out and be a potential snack, when he could make it come here, to him, and a perfectly good ambush?

Radio had confirmed some of his suspicions, and then the distinctive pull of a second portal somewhere else started humming at him, and Constantine started hauling out the records of invasions past and stacking them on various tables.

That still didn't feel right, this energy felt too eldritch for most of these, but it was as good a place for the kids to start as any.

The Fandom High Library is open. Coffee's on, and if you ask nice, John'll whip you up a proper tea.

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Re: Research

[special_rabbit]

Amaya, bless her somewhat oblivious heart, hadn't noticed too much amiss with the island. All she noticed was that her garden was infested with slugs, and they weren't like any slug she'd ever seen before. Her usual methods of eradicating them weren't working, so she popped on over to the library to look into whether they were local or what or if she could find anything to get rid of the pests, especially since she noticed they were everywhere and they were rather...eager...to make her path a difficult one.

Too bad she didn't really know where to start, but she'd get there, having grabbed an armful of books from the shelves and settled down at a desk to start cracking.

Re: Research

[special_rabbit]

And, eventually, after Amaya took a moment to rub her eyes somewhere between Slugs, Snails, and Other Gastropods and Unusual Garden Troubles and How To Fix Them, she dove into another book that seemed a little confusing for her endeavors. With a frown, she flipped to the cover and read the title outloud, "Fandom Eldritch Chickens and When They Go Feral? How'd this get in there?"

But it was...surprisingly fascinating, so she flipped back out of weird curiosity, only to find one of the pages loose. She winched, hoping she hadn't accidentally torn one out, but, no, it was clearly from a different book. Head tilted, she read on, a few of the more interesting notes slipping past her lips as she ruminated over it.

"'Ritual That Summoneth'," she muttered, "a circle, two small chicks, a goat and a...bustier? Who wrote this, Chester Hobblepot?"

Nah. Not enough frogs.

She perched a finger of a note written near the bottom. "Ritual used by b? -- TC. So someone may have actually performed this before?"

She shook her head, flipping the page over to see if there was any more, but there wasn't, and she shrugged. "If it gets rid of toothy giant garden slugs, though, I'd be willing to give it a try myself..."

Re: Research

[gettingoldernow]

Peter looked over at her. "This might be related." He flipped past the pages and pages (and pages and pages) of information Thaddeus Crowley had left. "This ends November 1768. Jenkins found something saying he'd vanquished...something. Put them all together, and maybe this is what the others are trying."

He belatedly realized he didn't know her (he didn't think). "Oh. Hi, I'm Peter." He waved at the identical but cleaner and slightly younger man next to him. "So is this."

Re: Research

[special_rabbit]

"Amaya," she said after a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. She glanced to her side, where there was distinctly no one at all, much less anyone slightly resembling her, beside her, and she shrugged. "Nice meeting you, Peter. And...Peter." She slid the loose sheet of old paper over to them on the desk, a gloved finger pointing out the scrawl of a note toward the bottom. "Think the handwriting matches? But this is to summon...eth...something, not vanquish it. Unless the vanquishing was in response to the summon..eth...ing. I wonder who this b person's supposed to be."

Re: Research

[gettingoldernow]

"That I couldn't tell you." Peter belatedly smiled at her, though it was strained. "Don't worry; he's the only one here usually. I came to help stop these people summon-eth-ing anything."