Night 74: Records Archive (Third Floor)

[freewill]

[From here.]

After having it built up so much, the Records Archive turned out to be a rather unassuming room.

It looked much like a number of the other rooms scattered throughout the institute. There were computer consoles all along the walls, interspersed with bookshelves that held countless different volumes -- journals, notebooks, and files, all looking to have been organized and cataloged in a very methodical way. There was a table in the center of the room surrounded by chairs; atop it were a few open journals, along with one large binder. Was this what Landel was referring to whenever he mentioned paperwork?

Castiel used his flashlight to take in the whole room, noting that there was yet another teleportation pad in the corner, but it was abandoned save for them. Maybe Landel hadn't expected them to get this far...

Other than the computers, though, this was the sort of thing that Castiel was comfortable with. This was research.

He turned back toward the others. "It looks like we have plenty of work to do."

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[forsworn]

The Records Archive, Kratos decided, was just as anti-climatic as the manner in which they'd just found it--though, what he'd been expecting instead, he had no idea. Perhaps a monster, or after last night, a lethal trap...

"So we do." He wandered over to examine the computers. While the amount of paper to go through was staggering, no doubt there was important information to be found on the machines, and between the three of them, he estimated that he was likely the most familiar with computers. A quick hunt yielded a power button; upon pressing it, one of the screens lit up.

While the computer booted up, Kratos looked over his shoulder at Lloyd. They were in for a long night of reading, and last time he'd checked, academic reading wasn't exactly one of his son's hobbies, let alone one of his strong suits. "Are you going to be alright?"

[fourstonewalls]

[from here, after the other group]

The first thing Lana noticed was that they weren't alone. A group of three men -- two older, one younger -- was clustered near a lit computer screen, talking animatedly.

The second was that the records archive smelled like her office -- full of files and bound journals, all neatly arrayed on shelves, some going slightly musty. It wasn't a good time to relax, but the crawling, nameless feeling that had been plaguing her nerves all night was dissipating. This was all still likely a trap, but it was a trap she knew what to do with, and that was something, at least. Plus, they weren't the only group here; there was safety in numbers.

She turned her flashlight up to illuminate her face, and waved. She'd seen all of them around, but she wasn't putting a name with any of the faces. Odd, that, but she'd given up cataloging how many things here were odd.

"There's a great deal of information here -- but I seem to recall someone saying something about the security systems." Her voice was a low murmur -- the others could probably make it out, if they cared to, but it was clearly intended for Ryuuzaki. It was also a vast understatement; she had the notes tucked in a pocket, including their cryptic password. "How good are you with computers?"