A Basket Case


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 * Marcus asked if I could help sort through Marshall's museum archive... there's some school upstate that wants their collection back.
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 * Now that I'm here, though... I should've told him to hire a janitor. Maybe a TEAM of janitors.
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 * Seriously, this place looks like an antique shop exploded! Papers everywhere, shelves crammed full of I-don't-know-what...
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 * And, of course... (sigh...) Baskets. Why'd it have to be baskets...?
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 * And, of course... (sigh...) Baskets. Why'd it have to be baskets...?
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Level 3 "Search Through Archives"
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 * Send Marion to search through the archives.
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 * 5, 100
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 * ... Whoof. Well, that was only a SLIGHT improvement on getting yelled at by a monkey and dragged to the middle of the Sahara...
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 * But twelve baskets in... I finally hit paydirt.
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 * Which, apparently... is some bronze keychain-looking trinket with horns, and a ratty old notebook. ... Great.
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 * Well, if Barnett College wants this junk so bad, they can be my guest... but if THEY lose it, they'd better not call me!
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 * Hopefully, whatever sap they hire to find it'll have an easier time looking than I did...
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 * Well, if Barnett College wants this junk so bad, they can be my guest... but if THEY lose it, they'd better not call me!
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 * Hopefully, whatever sap they hire to find it'll have an easier time looking than I did...
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