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[meansprout]

[In a bright, open sitting area somewhere in the North Wing, Allen is curled up in a large leather chair, a journal in his lap.  He's writing something in it, but you won't have much luck making sense of it if you try to read over his shoulder.  It's written in some sort of code (and it's not the Fourteenth's- this Allen doesn't know that.)  There are some drawings accompanying the words, but you probably won't be able to make much sense of those either, mainly because he's a terrible artist.]

[But he's been here a while, and this certainly isn't the most exciting activity, so he can't really help it if occasionally he starts nodding off.]

[Feel free to catch him while he's awake or asleep.  Either way, he clearly needs to be bothered.]