The house of Dracos

[Dracos]

"Hurrah!"  Dracos takes note of the authors of the various works and dates written.  Especially taking note if any of them happen to be by one of the history professors here.

Dracos

[Brian]

Unfortunately, none of the books you've consulted have been written by anyone who's still alive.

[Dracos]

"Oh pity...."

Dracos proceeds to do something he's always been damn good at in scribe the books data quickly and directly into a text file on his laptop, then proceeds to set it burned to a cd.

Dracos

[Brian]

More immediate than searching for book warez.  You get the gist of the data, and all the specifics that seemed promising to look into further before the library closes.

[Dracos]

Dracos heads over to the librarians desk and asks if he can get a school phone directory on his way out.

Dracos

[Brian]

Unfortunately, it's not the librarian, it's an assistant, and he tells you, "I've never even heard of that, sorry."

[Dracos]

Dracos blinks, "Harvard doesn't have a phone directory or contact info for it's staff?  Perhaps online?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"Well, yeah, on the website," he says, nodding.  "But we don't have 'em in hard copy.  The things would be outdated after a few days anyway."

[Dracos]

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Dracos raised a disbelieving eyebrow, "Every few days?  Right, and your professors just change offices fifty times per semester.  You know, if you don't know you could just say so..."

Dracos

[Brian]

The assistant turns red in the face and glowers at you.  "Fine," he grumbles.  "Wait right here."

With that, he stalks off towards a closed office, muttering under his breath.  He returns a minute later, and slams a stack of papers on the desk in front of you.  "We're closing," he grumps.

[Dracos]

Dracos smiled and with trained practice responded in a demeaning yet entirely civilized fashion, "Why thank you, I much appreciate the extra effort that you went through.  May you have an absolutely wonderful evening, and do be careful of those addresses changing tomorrow."

Dracos picked up the papers and lead the way out of the library, glancing up, he checked how dark it seemed at this hour.

Dracos

[Brian]

It's pretty dark outside.  Or it would be, if you weren't in the middle of a city.  The electric glow illuminates pretty much everything around you.  It's a Saturday, so you don't anticipate too much traffic on the way home.

[Dracos]

Dracos sighed, "Lovely weather as always.  Anyhow, guys you want to grab a bite here or just head back?  I'll go with the quickest to speak as I ain't stickin' it out here long."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Outta here.  Frozen pizza or something is plenty."

Rez looked tired.  ;_;

[Dracos]

And so they went off, traveling by subway and then by foot, returning swiftly to the house from which they came, and assuming no malpractice upon the route they took, nor weirdness upon their arrival, they opened the door, and pizza was promptly and swiftly baked for eating.

Dracos