03-30-2014, 11:01 AM
Molly Toombs had a collection of business cards from interesting individuals. She didn't keep them in a wallet, but rather had them hidden away someplace in her apartment. Held on to them like little tokens of Just In Case. She worried for her own longevity in this new world -- no, not new, but old, ancient, older even than the world that she studied in school and knew to be true.
She worried for it, but all the same she was steeling herself for a long afternoon and possibly even evening spent huddled over books so that she could fall deeper still into this land of the impossible.
On Thursday this week, Molly took advantage of the public transit and her bicycle to take herself to the university library. Once there she staked out at a one-man table in a corner with her laptop and coffee thermos and bag of almonds, put in her earbuds, and set to work. She gathered books from the 100's and 200's of the Dewey Decimal System, covered protectively with plastic and labeled as property of the university. These books came in a variety of densities and sizes, age and quality of print. There was a basic theme to all of them, though -- the mythos off the loss of one's image or reflection, or the loss of a soul through the capturing of an image. She would take three or four at a time, reference them, note take as though studying for a test or constructing a particularly dense paper, and then replace them when she was finished to move on to the next.
After about four and a half hours Molly paused while leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her eyes.
Again, the business cards came to mind. While staring up at the ceiling, she pictured one card in particular. The name across it-- Archibald Lightner.
She could only dream of the kinds of libraries someone with associations like him had access to. The temptation to reach out was there, but the caution was stronger still.
For now, she resisted. Instead, with a sigh, she pushed away from her desk and scooped closed and up to her chest three of the books that had been laying open for her to read from. These were returned to the cart, and she set out on her next subject: Mirror Worlds. Mirror Realms. Different dimensions and the theory that reflections and mirrors could be a pathway between them.
Four hours in. She would be there until a security guard tapped her shoulder and informed her that she had twenty minutes to clear out.
That was just fine by her. Molly had pages of notes and a lot to process before planning her next step.
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Molly Toombs @ 10:34AM
[Researching Reflections: Intelligence 3 + Occult 3, Diff 8 (obscurity), spending WP (thank you blood bond, now I really want to find this out)]
Roll: 6 d10 TN8 (5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 5 ) [WP] VALID
jamie @ 10:36AM
YEAH GIRL GET IT
She worried for it, but all the same she was steeling herself for a long afternoon and possibly even evening spent huddled over books so that she could fall deeper still into this land of the impossible.
On Thursday this week, Molly took advantage of the public transit and her bicycle to take herself to the university library. Once there she staked out at a one-man table in a corner with her laptop and coffee thermos and bag of almonds, put in her earbuds, and set to work. She gathered books from the 100's and 200's of the Dewey Decimal System, covered protectively with plastic and labeled as property of the university. These books came in a variety of densities and sizes, age and quality of print. There was a basic theme to all of them, though -- the mythos off the loss of one's image or reflection, or the loss of a soul through the capturing of an image. She would take three or four at a time, reference them, note take as though studying for a test or constructing a particularly dense paper, and then replace them when she was finished to move on to the next.
After about four and a half hours Molly paused while leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her eyes.
Again, the business cards came to mind. While staring up at the ceiling, she pictured one card in particular. The name across it-- Archibald Lightner.
She could only dream of the kinds of libraries someone with associations like him had access to. The temptation to reach out was there, but the caution was stronger still.
For now, she resisted. Instead, with a sigh, she pushed away from her desk and scooped closed and up to her chest three of the books that had been laying open for her to read from. These were returned to the cart, and she set out on her next subject: Mirror Worlds. Mirror Realms. Different dimensions and the theory that reflections and mirrors could be a pathway between them.
Four hours in. She would be there until a security guard tapped her shoulder and informed her that she had twenty minutes to clear out.
That was just fine by her. Molly had pages of notes and a lot to process before planning her next step.
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Molly Toombs @ 10:34AM
[Researching Reflections: Intelligence 3 + Occult 3, Diff 8 (obscurity), spending WP (thank you blood bond, now I really want to find this out)]
Roll: 6 d10 TN8 (5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 5 ) [WP] VALID
jamie @ 10:36AM
YEAH GIRL GET IT