oo1. I've got headaches and bad luck. [open!]

[perceivesjustice]

Characters: Apollo Justice and you!
Setting: Room 4-20, the two libraries, and the fourth floor.
Format: I'll be starting with action, but I'll match whatever's given.
Summary: Curious lawyers and horror towers don't mix well. Apollo's arrival accommodates an abundance of apprehensive attempts to accustom an attorney to the abundance of aspects Animus animates.
Warnings: None that I can think of!

room 4-20 [closed to roommates].
[Apollo wakes with a start. Or, at least he would if he could. It doesn't take very long for the panic to set in - being of sound mind and body most of the time, the sleep paralysis is unusual, and it definitely doesn't help that he has no idea where he is. When the thirty seconds are up, he manages to stay in bed rather than roll out of it as quickly as he can. He takes his letter with shaking hands and tries to absorb the information all in one go. It doesn't work, of course, and he ends up sitting in bed, rereading the letters several times.

Once he puts down the papers, he goes to his trunk and stares at its contents. The tremble is still present, his eyes are unfocused, and he's trying his damnedest not to panic.]

floor 19 library.
[After tripping over several stair cases and almost forgetting about the existence of the elevator altogether, Apollo manages to find himself in the library. The relief that washes over him is evident in the color in his face - he looks livelier now, though you might be able to blame the flush on his running around. He pores over as many books as he possibly can, and his frustration over the lack of information about the tower slowly grows. If you were to speak to him, he might just break out an example of his Chords of Steel.]

floor 3 library.
[As he goes through the books on this floor, he seems to be taking his time. He has several stacks of books next to him as he sits alone at a table. It's always best to gather as much information on a subject before tackling it, Apollo believes in this firmly. Though by now, his shoulders are tense and each flick of the page seems to be wrought with irritation.]

floor 4 lounge.
[Having done as much research as he could manage, Apollo has decided that trying to get his mind in order is his best choice of action. He's curled up on a chair near the corner of the room, staring out the glass walls. That tension is still about him, clear in his tight shoulders and defensive posture - his knees are drawn to his chest and his arms are wrapped around them - but he seems to be calm and collected.]

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Floor 3

[savedbyasong]

[Shion was working in the library as usual, a huge stack of books in his arms. His eyes are a little shadowed, he hasn't been sleeping great recently, but at least the work keeps his mind off things.

He saw the man with the pile of books and paused, skimming the titles to see if there was anything in the pile Shion had that could be useful to him.]

[perceivesjustice]

[Apollo's nose was buried pretty deeply into the book he was reading, but his nerves were highly strung as it was - the presence of another person began to slowly draw his attention away from his reading.

He looked up.] Um, hi?

[savedbyasong]

[Shion gave a nervous smile] Hi. I was just wondering if I could help you? I work here... what are you researching?

[perceivesjustice]

Ah-- thank you for your offer. [A small smile in return.]

But I'm not looking for anything terribly specific. Just information that may be relevant to the tower.

[savedbyasong]

Have you read the tower guide yet?

[perceivesjustice]

"Tower guide"? No, I don't think so. I didn't know there was one, actually.

[savedbyasong]

"There is, do you know how to use a computer?" He asked, many didn't. "It's a bit out of date," And only had what was safe to be on the network. "I also have extensive notes of my own, if you can read my writing, you can borrow them if you wish."

[perceivesjustice]

"Yeah, I know how to use a computer," he replied with a nod. "But that's fine. At this rate, I'll take whatever I can get."

Computers being the fickle things that they were, Apollo hadn't yet looked at any of the terminals. Books were a much safer bet, after all. "Again, I'll take whatever I can get - would a quick glance be alright?"

[savedbyasong]

"Yes, I have them here." He tended to carry his notes round with him, so that he could add to them, and then store them in his locker overnight.

They were very detailed, lists of floors, of people in rooms, of experiments. Vague descriptors of people, and where they frequented. Each administrator had a sheet of paper, with lists of what they had said and done, as well as food they served in their months.

There was even a running weather report.

"I only started it last October," He told him sheepishly, "And there are some gaps..." Mostly when experiments had taken their toll. He handed the sheath of papers over.

[perceivesjustice]

"That should be just fine. Thank you." With a nod, Apollo took them with caution to avoid any mishaps. Apollo had the sort of luck that could manage to knock a stack of papers out of his hands, even when he was standing still.

He leafed through them, skimming them at first. When he realized just how detailed they were, he started from the beginning, poring over the words attentively.

"These are really thorough!" Definitely a lot more than he could have ever hoped for. "This should be really helpful, thank you!"

[savedbyasong]

Shion smiled, glad that he had been of help. "Your welcome, you can keep them as long as you need, I will probably be in the library if you need to find me, or my room is 2-12."