[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Room 207 -> Study (Room 102) -> Room 207
[b]Skills: [/b]N/a[/center][hr]

	Bartholomew's eyes cracked open, and he burrowed his head deeper into his pillow. "[color=97e23b]Mmmmmhhh[/color]" He groaned. A part of him had really hoped that he'd wake up back in Justice, but alas, he was where he fell asleep. He exhaled, "[color=97e23b]'Bout what I expected[/color]." He murmured dejectedly into the pillowcase, which was of course, less than sympathetic. It was at this point, he realized, that he'd proven himself unable to get a full nights rest, as it was still clearly dark outside, and he still felt exhausted. He sat up on his bed, and shook his head. He just couldn't get his mind to calm down. Information overload, too much in his head, and he needed to just... address it some how. He huffed and crossed his arms, and he settled on an action plan.

	A few minutes later, he was dressed and out the door, and heading straight to the study. He figured, given that he had a massive amount of new information to sort out, the very best thing he could do would be to organize it, by hand. Where he might have previously started typing up notes and spreadsheets, here he'd be forced to engage in more archaic methods: Good old pen and paper! He stepped into the room, and found himself a place to sit, a piece of paper, and a pen, and got to writing. He started with the most important people he could think of, The Emendators. He wrote down their name, title, any powers he was aware of, and various observations he'd made about them.  He knew the least about Nancy out of any of them, so that told him who to talk to next at least.

	From there, he went onto The Paradoxes, he knew a lot less about most of them, but he wrote what he could. He wrote "Soulless???" and circled it under Alexandra, along with notes about what he'd learned about the undead land some of the paradoxes came from, and carved out a section for Vile Au Camp. Lastly, he marked out a section for the Destruere, but realized he knew practically nothing about them. He wrote "Invisible" and "Evil?" But besides that, he was out of things to write. He read over it a few times, and nodded, folding it neatly and placing it into his pocket. He leaned back in the chair, and made a mental note to ask The Hat for a journal, deciding he'd be keeping up notes of this fashion. He exhaled, feeling a bit more relaxed and better about himself now. He slowly rose out of his chair, and headed back up to his room. As soon as he could, he snuggled back onto his bed, and was finally able to actually get to sleep.