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[studiesemerald]

It's been a few weeks since Moriarty has been up and about among his fellow Mansion residents. As it happens, today finds him cheerfully wandering around the library, flipping through seemingly random books at an alarming pace. If asked, he would respond that he is attempting to find possible explanation for the divergence between his own history

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[crimson_sugar]

Sugar might have been reading not very far - she's been glancing at his book for a while. It's more than intriguing.

[studiesemerald]

"Is something the matter, madam?"

[crimson_sugar]

She averts her eyes. "Forgive me, sir. I forgot myself." She swallows, then explains. "I must confess your choice of reading was rather intriguing."

[studiesemerald]

"Ah, you mean this."

He sets the rather fragile-looking book down carefully.

"It appears to be an authentic, if somewhat heretical, account of the coming of the Old Ones....er, that is to say, the Royal Family."

[doctor_pascal]

Here's another nerdy bookworm, very absorbed in a book about oneiromancy and mediation of spirits.

He has a wide selection on his table, though, including works by Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, and a treaty on the treatment of post-traumatic disorder and shell shock.

He could be disturbed, though. Pascal is a friendly fellow (and has met Moriarty in the past.)

[studiesemerald]

Moriarty very nearly bumps into the table.

"Oh, dear! Ah, Dr. Rougon! Might I ask what all of this is...for?"

[doctor_pascal]

He looks up, it takes him a moment to place the mathematician. "Ah, Monsieur Moriarty. Just Pascal, please." He smiles, offers a handshake. "I suppose it would be my current project, yes?"

[studiesemerald]

Moriarty sets down his own books and warmly shakes Pascal's hand.

"How fascinating...not to mention rather eclectic, if I do say so myself. Might I inquire as to the subject of this project?"

It can't be much weirder than anything Moriarty's researched.

[only_paul]

Another man is in the library, but not reading. Paul is sporting a split lip and a large bruise on one of his cheeks, and trying to read something about the budding South-African wine exploitations in the 18th century. It's not working at all.

[studiesemerald]

"Dear me. Were you attacked, sir? Do you need medical attention?"

Concerned Moriarty is...concerned. Probably fairly useless, as most of the injured people he is used to dealing with are either deceased or insane...but concerned, nonetheless.

[only_paul]

He was attacked. By Helen Rossi, mind you. While she was breaking up with him, and so she could not eat him.

Worst Night Ever Award.

"I'm fine," he replies, quietly. "But thank you." He doesn't place Moriarty, though they did meet, if the typist remembers well.

[studiesemerald]

"It is nothing," he replies, obviously unconvinced as to Paul's well-being.

"I believe we have met before," he continues, "You are...a historian, correct? You were conducting some sort of research in...ah, Russia, I believe? It sounds like a most dangerous undertaking, if I do say so myself. I do regret, however, that I am at a loss as to your name..."