The Library Is Very Closed (Locked, NFB)
Janet walked blearily toward the library. She was going in early, while it was still closed, to get the backlog taken care of. As she glanced up from trying to make sure she didn't trip over her own feet, she saw--lightning? Lightning through the library windows? Janet broke into a run, adrenaline pushing away the tiredness.
She pushed open the unlocked doors, dropped her coffee mug on the nearest table, and looked around the lightning and faint clouds of smoke to see what the hell was going on. Janet clasped the straps of her backpack in both hands and brought it in front of her, ready to use as a weapon if she needed to.
The library looked like it had been through a windstorm. Whatever protective spell kept the books from being harmed had held, but they were blown about and littered the floor. Everything else was scattered, torn, splashed or smeared everywhere.
In the middle of it, Methos sat on his heels, drained. A sword was in his hand but the point trailed on the ground. In front of him was the severed head of a blond boy, a bit farther away the body.
Janet's eyes widened and she ran forward, stopping five feet away from the...body. And Methos. "What the hell?"
OOC: This post was jointly written by Janet and Methos; this is posted by Janet with Methos' permission. I'm posting it as I'm in the earlier time zone. Slow-play is our friend here, and you've been contacted privately if you're on the list of people who can comment. :) We'll have another post later today with the library open for more interaction. (Methos? I assumed NFB due to OMG!angst and other IC sekrit stuff. Correct me if I'm wrong and I'll edit.)
She pushed open the unlocked doors, dropped her coffee mug on the nearest table, and looked around the lightning and faint clouds of smoke to see what the hell was going on. Janet clasped the straps of her backpack in both hands and brought it in front of her, ready to use as a weapon if she needed to.
The library looked like it had been through a windstorm. Whatever protective spell kept the books from being harmed had held, but they were blown about and littered the floor. Everything else was scattered, torn, splashed or smeared everywhere.
In the middle of it, Methos sat on his heels, drained. A sword was in his hand but the point trailed on the ground. In front of him was the severed head of a blond boy, a bit farther away the body.
Janet's eyes widened and she ran forward, stopping five feet away from the...body. And Methos. "What the hell?"
OOC: This post was jointly written by Janet and Methos; this is posted by Janet with Methos' permission. I'm posting it as I'm in the earlier time zone. Slow-play is our friend here, and you've been contacted privately if you're on the list of people who can comment. :) We'll have another post later today with the library open for more interaction. (Methos? I assumed NFB due to OMG!angst and other IC sekrit stuff. Correct me if I'm wrong and I'll edit.)