Florence
We left off here, at the end of everything. 

An odd cluster of students were gathered near the library, for one reason or another, with their loyal librarian, Daisy Poe, back on her perch, reading a rather thick hardback book on Amazonian plants and birds. 

The building began to shudder - a light earthquake, maybe? - and Daisy looked up. 

"Oh, dear. Students - please, come away from the windows, quickly-"
Tina
Ozzy had already slinked into the back of the library, running their fingers along the spines of the collection of book packing the library's shelves. They had been back there for a few hours, choosing to spend their time that day picking out a book before heading back to their dorm to hopefully actually rest for the first time since they had arrived at this place. Ozzy seemed to fall forward a bit, almost knocking their jaw off the shelf as the shudder shook the building. The book they had been loosely holding on to tumbling from their hands as they caught themselves. "Ah, kahretsin. (Oh, shit.)" They mumbled, picking the book up and straightening themselves up as they heard the faint noise of Daisy's voice from across the library.
Susan
The graphic novel section wasn't the most populated place in the library, but Owen was certain it had some of the *Uncanny X-men* Run he was looking for. He needed to be sure of something, for some lyric or another, and hell if he was going to use the vast expanse of the internet to answer any of his questions.

A shudder ran down the redhead's spine, chilling the near-summer sweat between his shoulder blades. Against Daisy's warning, his wide brown eyes veered closer to the window almost on an instinct—Ares' presence seemed to singe the eyebrows off of his common sense sometimes, or perhaps it was just him jumping to grisly conclusions. 

The two didn't exactly help each other, but the former was reassuring, at least. Owen was never really good in a storm.
Marie
Ares was hovering around Owen. He watched the other pick through the books, comics, graphic novels— with a clear goal in mind. Ares didn't want anything. He was simply bored.

As Daisy started sounding all concerned, Ares raised a single eyebrow but otherwise didn't really move. He remained leaned against a nearby bookshelf. 

Had he jinxed it? Was the bone thing happening again?
He exhaled, and made a sound similar to that of a scoff. This was all a huge annoyance. 
At least they were inside.
Carol
She's in a world of her own, brows furrowing at the words on paper in front of her. Were she not in a library, she'd have launched the book at a wall by now- alas, she respects private property too much.
A rumble snaps her out of her mind numbing trance, enough so for her to pluck a earbud out of her ear.

"Hm?" She shudders a little, taking Daisy's advice as she rose to her feet to move away from a nearby window.
Bone rain. What a day.
Florence
As soon as everyone began to stir, chunks of the carpet began to rip open, jagged hunks of some kind of... Bone? Sticking out of the ground in unnatural, ugly ways, all sharp edges and corroded, patchy bursts.

Daisy let out a shriek, leaping up from the ground onto a table, her owl-like appendages fluttering in distress.

"Children, please, come away from the bone. We must evacuate, very quickly - somewhere safer."
Marie
"Holy shit—" 
Ares moved out of the way when the floor started tearing open.

The bones were gruesome, ugly, the room smelt like death. *Where the fuck were these coming from.* 

Auburn eyes met Owen's. He gave a look of confusion, trying to survey how the other felt. Ares almost didn't feel *Anything,* Like he was hyped up on adrenaline and shock after an injury. 

The boy looked over to Daisy, and then shrugged at Owen. 
Basically asking, *'do we listen to her'* Without saying anything.
Tina
The book they were holding was abandoned as Ozzy lets out a high pitched squeak as the floor next to them is splintered open with a large white bone. They clambered up the bookcase next to them like an oversized cat attempting their best to avoid any that decided to sprout from hell near them. 

After a moment of just staring down the bone that had splintered through the floor they shuffled along the bookshelves they had climbed up on attempting to get out of the cramped area. şişleme

"Hayır, bugün beni şişlemek yok kemik! (No, no skewering me today, bone!)"
Susan
Owen's heart leaped into his throat, making the yelp that crawled out of it gargled, half-formed. Every hair down his body stood on end as he jumped onto a chair, little black fingerprints singeing their way into the glossy cover of the book he was holding. 

His breath grew shakier as the gruesome scene curled out of the carpet; the walls trapped an awful heat, like the stinking insides of something horrible, and his own body seemed keep to match it, that low red glow singing in his muscles, pushing at his skin from the inside.

"*Ffyc*, the b-bloody windows are looking more ff-friendly," He shrilly whispered to Ares. His pupils were pinpricks, his breath hot enough to warp the air around him. A much louder string of curses, earthy and musical, spilled from his mouth.
Carol
"Gah!" She hops in surprise- well, half surprise and half horror, surely a floor with skewed bones tearing through the carpet is far above Daisy's pay grade. If Vi could think straight right now, she'd pity the poor librarian. She clutches at her cane, following Ozzy's example and stumbling onto a table. The bones cant grow out of the table, right?

This was one hell of a hot mess- the bones have transcended past silly amateur things like rain, its now bone plants. Theyd be great in a halloween event at a garden centre- maybe not in a library though.
Her heart twinges as she watches a warrior cats book on the floor get skewered.
"Eugh, rancid." She hisses to herself at the stench- it smelt as if the library were practically alive. Or dead. Decomposing? Were they in a dead library right now.

"What the *Fuck*" Is said to no one in particular- but im sure many would agree. What the fuck indeed.
Florence
Daisy cursed in a quiet string of frantic Romanian, before she smoothed down her on-edge feathers and pointed the students towards the windows. 

"Let's go - quickly!"


Unfortunately, before *Any* Of them could make it that way, a particularly large hunk of bone erupted right under Vi's feet, and the table she was standing on. It didn't knock her over - merely rattled the table - but, the entire room was enveloped in the sound of a young girl's shriek, painful, and echoing. 

*"Valentina, are you alright?"*, called a man's voice. A fatherly figure, perhaps.
*"She pushed me! She pushed me!"*
The glossy, transluscent silhouette of a man went running across the room, seemingly unphased by the bones, and swooped up the tender form of a similarly ghostly girl, very small. Broken hunks of wood lay scattered around them.
*"Violetta! How could you do this? How could you do this? How could you do this?"*

The voice asked it, over, and over - *How could you do this, Violetta?*


Daisy stood back in horror.
Marie
Ares stood still. 
Looks like it was Violetta's turn. 

He didn't move, he watched, his breath held in his lungs. 
Similarly to his own, this display was vague, something made to taunt the one whose mind it was pulled from. 

The sight already put him on edge. Not because of what he saw, but because he knew it would get worse.
Tina
Ozzy fell off the shelf, stumbling their way out of the shelves that hid them from view. They steadied themselves on a bookshelf, looking up to see a giant bone sprouted through the table. 

Detached voices echoed through the library as they finally got a grapple with what all had happened.
Carol
Her breath catches in her throat- *Oh dear.*
Now, her brain hadn't really acknowledged the possibility that this would happen- but as soon as it did she hadnt expected it to be *Her* Turn. 
The vague, shifting display in front of her is one she thinks of often, Violetta has to remind herself to breathe, in, out in shallow heaves.

Frankly, she wished the table had tipped over backward and knocked her out before it threw all this out at her. It would make it much easier to cope with
"Nono... I didn't mean to-" She whimpers quietly, hand clutching at the edge of the table. She can't move, can't stand up, in fact, she can barely move her facial expression.

How could she do this? The inside of her nose fizzes as it does before she might cry. Oh how ashamed she is
Susan
Owen softened, slightly, his gut twinging selfishly when it seemed that the apparition wasn't headed his way. Wide, gold-flecked eyes looked toward Violetta; his stomach twisted sympathetically. He didn't want to admit how closely he knew what she was feeling, the echo of fear broken through the veil.

His feet moved toward her, a precious couple of inches on shaking foundations toward the edge of the seat he was balanced on.

A warm hand squeezed Ares' shoulder instead. The mess his nose was rubbed in was something he could also guess at. 

"Is this what..." He whispered.
Florence
The echoing finally began to subside, her younger sister's shrieks bouncing off the walls. With every shriek, another burst of bone began to come from the ground, the bookshelves, the ceiling - creating a cacophonous cavern, full of shards and the stench of deep earth.

"Come, quickly, everyone-"

Daisy rustled her feathers up, tossing books onto the safe parts of the ground to help create a path to the exit. "I'm so sorry, Violetta, but we must evacuate. This room is no longer safe for us."

With her words, a huge spike broke through the ceiling, and Daisy fluttered into the air with a shriek. 

"Now, please!"
Marie
Ares watched Violetta. He studied her expression, the similar look of terror and fear in her eyes. 
He felt sorry for her, extremely so. He knew how it felt. 

Although, the surrounding environment gave little room for waiting.
He looked over to Owen, and ushered for him to head towards the exit. Once he started moving, Ares followed behind. 

Newton's Cradle was just *Lovely.*
Tina
Ozzy was half heartedly listening to Daisy as she began directing the other students. They were too focused on how fucking cool this all was. It was concerning yes. But also really fucking cool. Truly a terrible event, but also a chance to get some new footage to examine later. Ozzy quietly flicked on the camera hidden on their body to begin recording. 

This has really become a fantastic day!
Susan
Owen took a few frantic steps around the agony in the floor before quickly snapping around and closing his hand around Ares' wrist. Crimson bloomed above the two of them, spreading crystalline blood between their heads and the dust from the ceiling.

He looked from Ares to Vi, tongue-tied. *Get out of the library first.* His palm on Ares' cuff thrummed with his rushing heart; he'd had too many nightmares resembling this room to drag the two of them that he could any slower out of it.
Carol
*'come quickly'*
She registers that words are being spoken, yet she can't get it through to her brain. Vi's breath hitches with each echoed shriek, the short girl has to press her hands against her ears as her brows furrow against her closed eyes.
Yet, she has places to be- watching the others begin to make haste, Violetta scrambles for her cane. Almost functioning in spite of herself, Vi shuffles off of the table with now wide eyes, staggering to the exit between the jagged bones splintering in the floor.

The library practically became the belly of the beast- the stench and movement of the room resembling something alive.
She had to get out- she could have a crisis later. Gogogo
Florence
Daisy made sure the four were out, and slammed the door behind them. As soon as she did, crystallized bones burst from the door - but stopped, seemingly contained to the library.

She pressed her hands over her eyes and let out a loud sigh. 

This called for a long talk with Administration.