It's a strange feeling, to be pulled up bit by bit or molecule by molecule. It reminds of an especially rambunctious elevator that has come to a stop too quickly. Just as swiftly as they throw caution to the wind and step into the strange light, are they pulled up into a new place.
Hidden between spaces, is a far grander library than the one the members of Temoins du Sud have left.
Einstein and Crowley have found a treasure trove.
An orrery hangs upside down on the ceiling like a chandelier, turning slowly with the heavens. Light fans across walls, limned with books and tomes of all manner. Finally, the windows to the outside frame the view of the sprawling campus glittering below them. Unfortunately, none of the implements of the Ars Nova gain any traction with mundane wireless networks.
Lisa, however, stands half-swathed in shadow and beneath a central light. She waits and though none can see her eyes, each mage can feel the bale-fire glare of barely contained violence.
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