claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour,
The office Claire could definitely make out, she agreed with that. "Mr. Lowe, taking pictures of his workspace? But a newspaper..." She shook her head - given as much research as she'd done while in Redrum, to find a suitable place to work (when the building wasn't running her out, that is) and given the fact that others had combed the library inside out, she couldn't remember any city newspaper articles.
"Nothing, and I haven't heard anything about newspapers on microfilm either," she said. Well, until now. "But we don't seem to have a time log, no - I mean, there's no calendar besides what we can decipher on the network about when posts are made, to tell us what day it is."
They didn't even know the year, did they? Everyone came from a different year in their homeworld, but here, in Grimoire - it seemed to be stuck in some perpetual Year of Gloom.