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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[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"An apocalypse?" Lavender asked nervously.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"That's what the sign on the bookstore said," Dawn said, nose buried in a book, "and he'd be the guy to know, but he didn't leave any details, and augh," she put the book aside with a thunk of frustration. "So now I'm just looking for anything that looks like it might be relevant."

[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"You need a database you can, like, search by date or something." Lavender knitted her brows. "Well, gimme something to read. Maybe I can help." Lavender sat cross legged on the floor.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn handed her a random book that she hadn't been through yet. "Here. And the database is a good idea. I think it's in the planning stages, but we, er, they haven't gotten there yet. I don't think."

[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"Who's we?" Lavender asked opening the book.
"Eww that is gross!" Lavender exclaimed pointing to a wood cut of a gnarl demon.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Fingernails like you wouldn't believe," Dawn frowned as she leaned over to look at the illustration, "and me, Giles, Buffy, some of her friends. Back home."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"There's an appocalypse coming?" Schrodinger asked from next to Dawn.

Yeah, as per usual, he hadn't been there a moment ago.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn startled at the new voice, not to mention the new person. "Um, maybe?"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"What makes you think the end of the world "may be" coming?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"The sign on the bookstore that said that's where the owner went."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer stopped at the door and attempted to read the sign.

"Ap... Apo... Apackle... Apooklie..."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Apocalypse," Dawn said without looking up from the book. "Possible world endage."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer sprung into his 'ready for action' pose. "Not if I can stop it!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Sigh. "We have to figure out what it is first. Want a book?"

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Am I supposed to throw it at something?" Joxer asked.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Oooor," Dawn said, "You could help us look up..." She remembered what he'd told her about his reading skills. "Or, we could use supplies, if you'd prefer? A couple of notebooks, something to write with, post-it tabs...maybe some snacks?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie had been on her way up to the 5th floor with some Jeff, God of Biscuits muffins, and stopped when she saw the sign.

"Can I help?" she asked the room at large. "I'm very good at research... And I have food!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn motioned her into the room. "How's your Etruscan? Anything?"

[lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com]

"You do a lot of this?" Lavender asked, wishing her Latin was better.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Ooo! Some? I'm familiar with it, but not what I'd call fluent?" She sat down and put the muffins down on the coffee table. "And are we looking for anything specific? Rivers of blood, rains of fire, days of darkness?"

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"You know, I could probably get those." He smiled, smugly. "I work at the store in town, now."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"More than I'd like," she admitted with a sigh, pushing her hair out of the way. "What about you? No weekly big bad?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"You do?" Dawn was always happy to be distracted, even from research. Or maybe especially from research. "Do you like it?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn handed over a three inch thick book covered in dust. "This is all yours, then, because mine sucks," she declared, "and no. Just...something. Towards the minor end of the apocalypse scale."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"What's minor, in terms of an apocalypse?" Evie said, accepting the book and carefully setting on her lap, opening it to scan the index, hoping something would jump out at her. Except not literally. "A small cloudburst of frogs?"