[Sirius Black is in the bar, though he hasn't started in on the alcohol yet. He's simply nursing a cup of tea, and staring into space (no pun intended) -- forgive him, he's a little disoriented. Eventually, he speaks;]

Generally when you get killed, it means someone else was around to do the killing...only we didn't see anyone else. Didn't even see the spells fired off. I suppose they could've been using an Invisibility Cloak, or a Disillusionment charm. But I thought Remus, Harry and I were the only ones around from our world...


[he goes back to his tea for a long moment, then mutters;] Hurry up, Moony.

[Oliver is in the library today, seated at a table with several stacks of books around him. most of the spines have to do with a variety of mythologies or with the end of the world--or the universe or time, depending on what society the book is from. he has a large volume open in front of him and is paging quickly through it, skimming for...something. unfortunately, it's an old book and he's creating a bit of a dust screen in his haste]

Weber said Pestilence, and if that rain held some sort of disease, maybe... But what does that have to do with the forcefield? Is it all even relate- [coughs, pausing in his research to sit back a bit and wave a hand in front of him in an attempt to dissipate some dust. he realises someone else is there then and blinks] Oh! Hey, I didn't--[cough]--see you there. [tries to smile through one more cough. waves his hand again; dust is so annoying]

[Firesong has appropriated a table in a corner of the library. There's scribbled sheets of scribbled notes and diagrams in Firesong's own particular shorthand scattered all up and down it's length mixed with various book he's either pulled from the shelves or brought from home. At one end there's a pile of various things like small stones, several foot-long feathers, a small dagger and several small bits of jewelry that has been carefully separated from the rest of the disorganization of the table. Firesong himself is dressed in anusually sebdued fashion for him, wearing only simple black and silver robes with his hair tied back in a simple braid as he studies one of the books, a slight frown on his face.]
Setting the permanent shield will be the easy part. It's making it portable that will be the trouble, don't you agree Aya?
[He glances toward his firebird, who's perched on the back of a nearby chair. She just fluffs her feathers and turns away from him. He sighs.]
Fine, if you want to be that way I shall leave you alone.