Prof. Reginald Woodward (makehistory) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-12-02 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 059, cecilia, reginald |
WHO: Cecilia and Reginald
WHEN: 4:00 PM
WHERE: Reginald's room
Even after his young visitors left, Reginald never ventured far from his room. He bathed, he saw to tea, he returned to his room and got back on the network. It was hours of reading for him from that point on. The old man fully intended to read everything -- it would take days, but he would do it. But he also realized he had to better prioritize.
He knew something. He believed he was alone in having this information in the house. Had it been explained to the house at large in the same manner it had been explained to him, Chase and Kiley probably would have told him. They didn't entirely trust that he was on their side anymore, or at least Kiley didn't -- but Reginald was still willing to bet the subject would have come up.
He had made plans with Cecilia. She would be coming by that afternoon. If she knew it, she would tell him. And if she didn't, he would tell her. For Reginald had decided that he must tell someone, and he needed to do it today. He'd spent a great deal of time in the past weeks mulling it all over, and his captors had never attempted to swear him to secrecy. "We tell you this thing to keep you in line, but keep it to yourself or you'll be sorry." They certainly could have done, and there's a good chance it would have been greatly effective. They probably could have had him agree to anything in those moments -- but it hadn't happened. So they probably expected him to tell someone.
Probably, but he couldn't guarantee it. Reginald trusted nothing in this place, not when it came to them. If they realized he meant to tell, would they decide to put a stop to it? Reginald didn't think so. But -- here was the rub -- did they want him to tell? If he failed to do so, failed to take the information seriously enough to spread, would he be punished? Pulled from the house? It was a damned paranoid way of thinking, but it was a diseased seed they had a knack of planting in even the healthiest of soil.
He could rule nothing out. He had to tell. He couldn't rest without doing so. Cecilia was the best choice, assuming there hadn't been a most dramatic power shift over the past few months. Or that she hadn't lost her mind and suffered some great change in personality. To be perfectly honest, Reginald would expect the latter before the former.
He spent the hours between his visitors reading the network. Yes, someday he would read everything, but for just now he prioritized on what he needed most. Things that had seemed to affect everybody. Things about this council he kept hearing of -- that most of all. He would not have expected Owen being put in charge of such a thing, but Cecilia had always seemed to like him. Reginald didn't know the man that well, not at all really. So many of the names were unfamiliar to Reginald, but the more he read, the more confident he felt that Cecilia would know who to bring in. A plan formed in his mind. He knew what he needed to do.
When he heard the knock at the door he felt confident and no small bit relieved. He stood and made his way to the door to let her in.