text; un: alucard

[reposing]

I located an odd parchment on Deck 5 from underneath one of the locked doors. Unless this somehow belongs to one of you, perhaps it is pertinent to the ongoing mystery of this place.

It is not very legible, but I will give you an image of it.

[The paper has near-illegible handwriting, and it appears to say "utyp", though the "t" could very well be an "f".]

Should anyone wish to look at it in person, I will have it in my room. Simply speak to me first.

Comments

[reposing]

Then you out skill me significantly in that area. I can draw a concept, but I only know a handful of languages.

Do you suppose we've enough paper for it?

[monomachy]

If we don't, perhaps we can use piece of metal from the ship. It would be no trouble to carve into it.

[reposing]

I feel foolish for not thinking of it, but would a piece of metal fit under the door, do you suppose?

[monomachy]

That's the beauty of asking for help. You aren't expected to come up with every idea.

I think we could make it thin enough, if it isn't already.

[she will just smoosh it with her bare hands]