Words, words, words... [Open/Active]
Who: Ricardo, Kari, Little Miss, and anyone else!
Where: Library
When: Day 004
What: Ricardo does some research and is interrupted by some brats. Then, suddenly, Hypnos!
Warnings: Probable temper tantrums from SOMEONE or another. :|a
Ricardo was not a man of words. He didn't like talking, he didn't like reading, and he really didn't like libraries. They were stuffy and musty and full of books-- a much better place for a nap than a research excursion as far as he was concerned. So it was with great disdain that he admitted that maybe the library would be useful in this situation, and even after he gave in to the idea he treated it as a chore.
He was looking through the books for any written in the same strange script as his tattoos. With something more substantial to compare it to, he might be able to work out something about the words. Not that he was trained in cryptography or anything of the sort but he was willing to try anything at this point.
There were a few books that were likely candidates. He wouldn't have found them had he not started his search by pulling the collection out onto the desk shelf by shelf; they were small and thin, and tended to be sandwiched between the larger books so they would be hard to find. Right now he had settled in to look through these, ignoring the piles of irrelevant books that still needed reshelving. Cleanliness could wait until he finished working.
Where: Library
When: Day 004
What: Ricardo does some research and is interrupted by some brats. Then, suddenly, Hypnos!
Warnings: Probable temper tantrums from SOMEONE or another. :|a
Ricardo was not a man of words. He didn't like talking, he didn't like reading, and he really didn't like libraries. They were stuffy and musty and full of books-- a much better place for a nap than a research excursion as far as he was concerned. So it was with great disdain that he admitted that maybe the library would be useful in this situation, and even after he gave in to the idea he treated it as a chore.
He was looking through the books for any written in the same strange script as his tattoos. With something more substantial to compare it to, he might be able to work out something about the words. Not that he was trained in cryptography or anything of the sort but he was willing to try anything at this point.
There were a few books that were likely candidates. He wouldn't have found them had he not started his search by pulling the collection out onto the desk shelf by shelf; they were small and thin, and tended to be sandwiched between the larger books so they would be hard to find. Right now he had settled in to look through these, ignoring the piles of irrelevant books that still needed reshelving. Cleanliness could wait until he finished working.