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As you mull - or more truthfully, desperately churn - this latest decision over, your eyes are locked on the still trembling mass of the Nine-Dozen. And the longer you look at it, the more and more ... complex the Construct looks, the more deliberate the placement of everything seems. How can you possibly expect yourself to remember every one of these details well enough to render this in script and sketch? You ... you just can't. As much as you hate bailing on something you have underway, only to start on something else ... you just don't see relying on your memory for this working out well for you. Say you were to try to Weave a Nine-Dozen, or any larger, more complex Fuel Nodule. As it was, with the kind of Draw that something like that would involve, you would be taking your Thread into your hands. Now just think of how much more dangerous it would be if you were trying to recreate that following unclear or unsound notes and descriptions. That prospect is enough to get you back on your feet, though you are far from pleased about it. Scowling - and grimacing a bit too, on account of your left arm - you snatch up the 'stick, turn on your heel and head straight for the door. As you quit the room, it occurs to you once more how ... unusual this room is. There are couches and tables to attend them, a few chairs in one of the corners, attended by a single, round table. Besides these, there sconces on the walls, the chandelier on the ceiling and the carpet on the floor ... oh, and the fireplace, too - but beyond that, there is nothing else in the room. A lot of seating, and a lot of light in a relatively unadorned room right next to the servant's stairs on the second floor. From your ... admittedly limited experience with such room, this is an unusual one. Then again, there was that odd ... burst of paranoia that hit you as soon as you entered this room. Perhaps this is just an outgrowth of that? After all, how much do you really know about sitting rooms, or ... interior design? Your only exposure to these kind of places is <span class="mu-i">entirely</span> from either staking them out or passing through them during knock-downs.
Damn it, you belabored this point enough. As you pass through the door back out into the hallway, you take a deep breath - hoping that it will help clear your head. You ... don't feel much more focused, but it at least helps you break yourself away from that meandering, lingering train of thought. Now, on to the matter at hand. A pen, and a pot to go with it. Really, if you think about it, this place is probably lousy with writing implements. Not only was Aldoin keeping records of his experimental plantings down in the basement, but the man was a Governor-Docent of the University to boot. Surely, there is a study, or a library, or a nook. A more typical sitting room, perhaps, complete with a desk for correspondence. The question now, however, is how best to find these rooms ...
