[Oliver is in the safety of the library, though he doesn't look like he feels safe at the moment. in fact, he's pacing up and down and around a group of aisles. every time he reaches the end of one, he stops and looks around him as if watching for someone. he's also babbling agitatedly to himself again, but at least this time it doesn't sound like a psychopathic brain worm]

Nobody yet? Maybe I should go out there... [turns into another aisle, pacing up it. his expression is harried] But there are monsters out there. It won't help if I get attacked! [scowls in frustration] But there has to be something I can do! [continues his pacing, crossing his arms over his chest]

Maybe I could... [stops in his tracks, looking briefly thoughtful. turns to one of the shelves, but then shakes his head and scowls again] No. If looking up the Horsemen doesn't help, what could? Looking up the monsters? No, that wouldn't help us solve the choices! But what can we do that would help!?

[grabs his head, crying out in frustration] Nnnnnngh, there has to be something!

[sighs, lowering his hands, and resumes walking toward the end of a row] Maybe I should go out there, see if I can at least help somebody... And find somebody. [pokes his head out of the aisle, looking at the area around him] Anybody...?

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[Nathan's been a somewhat vocal presence on the plane, hasn't he? Talking, fighting monsters, joining up with two other rich sheltered assholes to be part of a who the hell knows what brigade. Well, here he is again. Though something is a bit off.

He's pacing in what is an obvious fury. Whatever he's mad about, it's obviously overridden his desire to keep himself looking presentable: his hair is a mess, wild and strewn over his face and shoulders with little care. His nail polish (which somehow he kept it in perfect condition, he must have some hidden somewhere on him) is chipped and a ruined.

A snarl is carved on his face and his stare darts around, looking for something or someone to focus on.

In fact, his anger almost seems oppressive; that whatever it is gnawing at him could choke anyone who approaches with sheer intensity alone. Oh yes, something is definitely off with Nathan today.]

I'm going to fucking kill whoever did this, you hear me? You better pray to whatever- whatever gods you believe in that I don't find you...

[He doesn't appear to be addressing anyone in particular so much as just threatening everything around him without really realizing he's saying it, not thinking it.]

You'll pay for this.


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