Penelope slammed the set of books in her arms down on the library table, wincing slightly at the sound and glancing about hurriedly to make sure she hadn't disturbed any of the other patrons. She hadn't meant to drop the books quite so hard, but they were heavier than she had expected. She had pulled every book relating to Jupiter and its moons that she could find, spurred by her meetings with Europa and Kallichore to do some research on the moon from which she drew her power. After her nightmare, she had no real desire to travel to the moon. She was, frankly, terrified to make the trip. She knew it was important; she trusted her fellow Jovians when they told her that she should travel to Pasiphae and experience it for herself. But… she didn’t want to go. Not yet. She just… she wasn’t ready. Her hope was that after looking up some information, she’d be able to distance the reality of Pasiphae from the nightmare world her subconscious had somehow created.

There was relatively little on Pasiphae itself that wasn't connected to larger charts and figures of Jupiter and its moons... and what interested the most, immediately, was the mythological personage for which her celestial body was named. Re-reading the old legend, she couldn't help but smile at the coincidence of her Senshi planet and her dog. She hadn't named Minotaur consciously to fit in with the Pasiphae myth; how could she, when she didn't know it was connected to her? She had just thought it was a cute fantasy name to give to a bulldog. Doubtless no one else would believe her... but there it was.

The black-haired teenager drummed her fingers on the table as she moved from one text to another. Orbits, weights, years of discovery... numbers upon numbers upon numbers. She could find no mention of anything relating to Senshi, which did not really surprise her. Still, it meant that she had no explanation for the physical pain or the emotional sense of failure that had haunted her while on the moon’s surface. In fact, the texts she perused one after another barely confirmed even that the color of the moon was pink. She did find a couple of small, grainy, realistic shots, but those offered no sense of color. A few artists’ renderings were a bit better. The longer she looked through the books, the more she realized that this all felt so distant, so... insignificant, in comparison to the prospect of actually visiting the celestial body in question. With a sigh, Penelope closed the book in front of her and grabbed her purse. All of this research led to only one conclusion: as hesitant as she was to do so, she needed to visit the moon Pasiphae. It was the only way... she was going to find out the truth about her nightmare.


[OOC Note:
Participant: Penelope Seneca
Player: Quicksilver the Archangel
Word Count: 482]