From the Ashes

Who: Gabe and William
Where: Gabe's alchemical laboratory
When: Friday, nearing midnight
What: The search for a cure

William received Gabe's note from a harried-looking owl as soon as he stepped out of Joe's suite, which probably meant the message had been waiting for a while. The messenger was also Gabe's personal owl, which meant that she probably had another half-dozen deliveries to make tonight after this one. "Sorry," he murmured to the bird, but he didn't have any treats in his pockets, so he got nipped anyway when he took the letter.

It was almost midnight and he was exhausted, as they all were this week, but anything coming from Gabe was a priority and William had volunteered. "Want a ride back down?" he offered in a last-ditch attempt to placate the ruffled owl. He received a baleful look and distinctly unimpressed hoot in response, but she fluttered up onto his shoulder a minute later and only dug her claws in slightly once he started walking, so he considered himself forgiven.

Gabe's door was closed, so William rapped on it lightly before he entered. The owl took off as soon as he pushed the door open, winging over to a more comfortable perch. William closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, looking at Gabe.

"You summoned?"

WHO: Adam and William
WHERE: the library
WHAT: Researching? Being a general nuisance? Who knows, really...
WHEN: Saturday morning (10/10)

It was so early that Adam wasn't even sure that William was in the library when he slipped in and made his way back to the restricted section. He was armed and ready, with pens and paper and a thermos of black, black, oh so black, coffee, ready to spend the morning and probably the majority of the day reading things in hopes that he'd find something useful, since he'd been barred by Pete-the-Dickface from working on the academic meet, lest Adam stereotype people. Perhaps Pete was a raging idiot.

He grabbed a couple of books off the shelf and settled to the floor with his back against the wall, the light from the windown helpfully shining in and illuminating the page as he flipped through, sipping directly from the thermos, his puffskein pretending it was climbing mountains while it rolled around down near his feet.

At least he'd probably be left well enough alone, out of sight, and in the restricted section no less. He really hoped that something would point the way toward helping find a cure, because he really, really wanted his magic back. He also really wanted a shave, and to hex someone's nose off. But mostly just a shave. That much beard was starting to itch. He scratched absently as his eyes scanned the page, completely oblivious to the idea that there might be anything going on around him.