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birthright_rpg2014-01-13 09:07 pm
whistlersmum) wrote in birthright_rpg2014-01-13 09:07 pm
Life and Death in the Stacks
Whistler had so become a fixture at the university library, students had started approaching him for reference information.
UNLV's Special Collections housed unique, rare, and specialized research material that documented the history, culture and physical environment of the city of Las Vegas, the Southern Nevada region, the gaming industry, and the University of Nevada Las Vegas.The collections included books, pamphlets, posters, serials and periodicals, scrapbooks, archives and manuscripts, maps, architectural drawings, photographs, and more recently, video and audio tapes.
Everything he needed about the history of Searchlight, the boomtown years, the historic landscape, prominent citizens. And, after days of searching, the Agent finally found the real treasure map he'd sought: a map of the town before it's decline in the nineteen forties.
His finger traced the streets that led to the (former) Catholic Church. "Here's the church, and here's the steeple. Open the doors..."
UNLV's Special Collections housed unique, rare, and specialized research material that documented the history, culture and physical environment of the city of Las Vegas, the Southern Nevada region, the gaming industry, and the University of Nevada Las Vegas.The collections included books, pamphlets, posters, serials and periodicals, scrapbooks, archives and manuscripts, maps, architectural drawings, photographs, and more recently, video and audio tapes.
Everything he needed about the history of Searchlight, the boomtown years, the historic landscape, prominent citizens. And, after days of searching, the Agent finally found the real treasure map he'd sought: a map of the town before it's decline in the nineteen forties.
His finger traced the streets that led to the (former) Catholic Church. "Here's the church, and here's the steeple. Open the doors..."
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Downstairs a stack of books tipped and scattered across the floor. People hustled to pick them up.
'I-I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I can't seem to...'
Dori's eyes slid to the stairs and then returned to his. She wore a placid expression.
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"Yeah well, just because something hits critical mass, doesn't mean it has to explode. Lookit me. I've been there more than a few times in my life. Whenever I was about to go off, I'd simply--"
The Agent wasn't a man of mathematics or engineering. Maybe if he'd studied these topics in his spare time, the thought would've occurred much sooner than it did. But he did understand plumbing. And for a brief period in the 1920s, he was superintendent of a low-rise in Hell's Kitchen.
"--let off steam."