Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn stuck a sign on the door with some scotch tape.

APOCALYPSE CENTRAL! COME HELP RESEARCH, DROP OFF FOOD, OR CONTRIBUTE! DOUGHNUTS APPRECIATED.

Then she sat down at one of the tables, surrounded by old, thick, dusty, leather-bound books written in a variety of languages and selected one at random. It would help if Giles had given her anything to go on. What the heck counted as a minor apocalypse these days?



[ooc: Open to all. Dawn's *hugely* overreacting to the sign Giles left on Aeropaegetica. AFAIK, there is nothing coming that isn't already known about by someone--this is a non-starter, unless someone wants to throw clues in about their own upcoming plots. Otherwise, have fun making up weird prophecies.]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Shuddering at the word snakes. "Like setting beds on fire? Seems kind of petty for gods."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie went back and forth between the entry and the notes in the back, and said, "Deathbeds! Aita was the death god. Like Hades. So, um. I'm not clear where the torches come into it. Possibly they're driving off the snakes?" She frowned at the book, then said, "Is this rather common around here? Because no one's stopping us, and I suppose I thought they'd try."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Well, he did say minor," Dawn admitted, working her way through a passage. "Maybe there's no one in charge. And oh my god, man-eating daisies? Please tell me that's wrong..."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"I should rather think so. I mean, it would be so easy to escape them. Daisies don't have feet," Evie said, distracted. She did the flipping back and forth thing again, then made a noise of disgust. "Oh, if this book were right, it already happened! In 1576. Carry the three, add in a ... yes. Lord, I hate calendar conversions. They should make a slide-rule for them."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Or a computer program. Y'know, where you plug in a date, tell them the calendar you want, and you get the answer," Dawn said, chewing on the end of her pen, "and now I'm imagining man-eating daisies in track suits and sneakers, so thanks for that, Evie."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Evie said apologetically. "Except I think you rather proved your point there, because now the daisies I'm imagining have teeth. Lovely. I shan't sleep tonight. Might as well have coffee." She went into the kitchen area and began to pour herself a cup. "And yes, a computer program! Ooo, you could do the Mayan calendar, and Julian and Gregorian, and the Egyptian, and possibly some of the Indian ones..."