Timed Misery (1800's Supernatural Mystery Adventure, Closed Game Thread)
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Lucrece Leblanc - Angels' Rest, Mid Town
She was led into well furnished room, well everywhere in this hotel was well furnished but this room screamed cosy. The chairs looked like they were waiting for someone to just fall into and relax and as soon as the woman motioned for her to take a seat, tired Lucrece wasted no time sitting herself in the chair opposite from Angeline, grateful to get a bit of respite. From the reinforced door, she assumed that this was a particularly private room. The more business-like tone of the woman indicated that things were about to get serious, far from the act of an old friend downstairs.
"I'm sure you have many questions, and I hope just as many answers for me once we get down to things... Oh! Pardon my manners, but I am Angeline Barton of Angels' Rest, you need not tell me your name if you wish, I'll simply call you Lucy or whatever you'd prefer."
"Lucrece Leblance." Lucrece replied, giving her full name. This woman was apparently trustworthy and Lucrece didn't see any reason to doubt that, "Oui, let's... Tea will be just fine, thank you."
Tired or not, Lucrece was ready for this little tete-a-tete.
She was led into well furnished room, well everywhere in this hotel was well furnished but this room screamed cosy. The chairs looked like they were waiting for someone to just fall into and relax and as soon as the woman motioned for her to take a seat, tired Lucrece wasted no time sitting herself in the chair opposite from Angeline, grateful to get a bit of respite. From the reinforced door, she assumed that this was a particularly private room. The more business-like tone of the woman indicated that things were about to get serious, far from the act of an old friend downstairs.
"I'm sure you have many questions, and I hope just as many answers for me once we get down to things... Oh! Pardon my manners, but I am Angeline Barton of Angels' Rest, you need not tell me your name if you wish, I'll simply call you Lucy or whatever you'd prefer."
"Lucrece Leblance." Lucrece replied, giving her full name. This woman was apparently trustworthy and Lucrece didn't see any reason to doubt that, "Oui, let's... Tea will be just fine, thank you."
Tired or not, Lucrece was ready for this little tete-a-tete.
Jacqueline - Downtown
She kept an eye open for taverns or gathering places oh her way downtown, some looked gaudy some looked like they would collapse inwards if one brick was knocked out of place. After a while, Jacqueline arrived at a proverbial crossroads. two taverns had attracted her attention one clean and decent looking seemingly out of place in the slum, the other dirty and bawdy, fitting right into it's surroundings.
From the bawdy one came sounds of laughter and debauchery and had an extremely casual air about it. No doubt the place the would attract those of ill repute, but it was no place to do business.
The other looked almost empty, she could hear no sounds emanating from it nor were people entering or leaving. A lone sign was nailed above the doorway, "The Trotters Twine" the image that accompanied it was grisly, a pigs head and green vine, it was as clean and fresh looking as the rest of the domicile. If she had no success in there then she could always look for a fence in the nameless tavern.
She kept an eye open for taverns or gathering places oh her way downtown, some looked gaudy some looked like they would collapse inwards if one brick was knocked out of place. After a while, Jacqueline arrived at a proverbial crossroads. two taverns had attracted her attention one clean and decent looking seemingly out of place in the slum, the other dirty and bawdy, fitting right into it's surroundings.
From the bawdy one came sounds of laughter and debauchery and had an extremely casual air about it. No doubt the place the would attract those of ill repute, but it was no place to do business.
The other looked almost empty, she could hear no sounds emanating from it nor were people entering or leaving. A lone sign was nailed above the doorway, "The Trotters Twine" the image that accompanied it was grisly, a pigs head and green vine, it was as clean and fresh looking as the rest of the domicile. If she had no success in there then she could always look for a fence in the nameless tavern.
Grinning, he opened his desk and pulled out a brown envelope, briefly flicking through it and grabbing a few odd papers as well. His hands were skilled and his layout of his office was well known to him as he moved smooth as a snake.RaNDM G said:
Handing it over towards Donal,
"Within you will find paper work and other aids whenever you wish to visit and discuss monetary gains from sold goods. As well as an initial payment well over 90 dollars, an invitation to an upcoming party hosted by a more influential member of this city, and a map along with a recommendation of places you can stay. The Lily in uptown I'd recommend, if you show your invitation they'll give you room and board for a week."
Bringing out two more pieces of paper and getting out a pen/ink. "To make this official." He said simply and welcoming like to a new found friend. The papers were simply copies showing a business agreement between Donal and Prices, "An estimate and account for all goods total will be made on our end and sent to you to ensure your fair share."
All that was needed was Signatures.
"Wonderful, Lucrece I'll be Frank with you. You have entered Harkstead during a turning, those like you or I with... Gifts. Are becoming more frequent, I can tell, I sense them and can tell little of what they do." Honest to a fault was her tone as she spoke, pausing briefly as a young woman entered tea and a tray loaded with baked delights of sweet, buttery, or rich appearance.Terratina. said:
Appearently a common thing, the woman modest and meek set the tray on the desk and left just as fast as she arrived.
"A darling thing." As the door closed with a soft muted click. Pouring the tea and setting it aside, adding sugar for herself, she continued.
"I didn't know as much first but now that I do, I plan on helping all who enter my door. Consider me like priest one can confess to, you need not reveal anything, or simply just ask for help. For better or worse I am an open book, if you wish you can use your power as well to see if I'm being truthful."
Sipping her tea she awaited Lucrece nd her reply or questions.
Entering the establishment it looked to be a simple bar and stairs affair. Tables and a fire place filled most of the first floor, and stairs to the side seemed to lead to the rooms. At the bar counter, it looked like an odd mixture of a place to drink, eat,and manage your accounts judging by the caged section you'd expect in a bank for booth.MortifiedPenguin said:
The place had an overall clean feel, maybe even warding off the filth outside, the only occupants were a man at the bar. Short enough to feel insulted, yet tall enough that he couldn't be called a midget. Fair skinned and black hair short and neat, his eyes were a dark green almost, white shirt with sleeves rolled, and black pants stained with a few drops of drinks (assumed), his face was shaped nicely as he smiled toward Jacq.
A woman attractive in a sense, wearing a drab gray dress with white detailing, brown hair fine like silk yet kept in such a state that it'd be easy to imagine a bird nesting in it. An odd leaf or twig or thread was in it, but didn't mar her face with an almost doll like quality, eyes blue like sapphires for the world to see. Judging by the dirt and grime, it was like she was trying to look unattractive as possible, but Jacqueline's eyes felt drawn if she wasn't paying attention.
Finally a man, who looked like he should be hammering away at things, like a conductor. Looking at Jacqueline, surrounded by a ring of mugs, he didn't appear drunk but clearly didn't know who she was remotely. Muttering about missing the train his voice echoed, he slumped back down to the table, making glasses clink.
The man at the bars next, "Welcome, welcome! Rare to see someone new in Twine, my sister didn't snatch you up as well! Come sit at the bar and order something!" A bit odd but sincere, the man didn't sound desperate, but happy that someone came to alleviate the boredom.
John- Harkstead, Down Town. On route Tommy's Residence and Workshop
"Dreadful business. How about something... more... cheerful. The job, is for some fancy manor? or parties ...or something?"
"Dreadful business. How about something... more... cheerful. The job, is for some fancy manor? or parties ...or something?"
"We're gonna be working some funny eggs." Sheepish like noticing there is a wolf in its best friends clothing.SkullKing84 said:
"The Harper family of Gregory and Jasmine own a large part of the mining efforts and shipping, they tend to hire good people and rarely just for one thing." Something was being hidden, anyone could tell just from the tone.
"You're on the big side, and with your past they'll love you in case things get rowdy, but they'll be really taken by your music if your good as you say. As for me, I'm good at finding folk and have worked with them long enough."
(The statement as you look over with aid of your skill is nothing more then what I said before. Like a game of spot the difference you can easily look for key things that are wrong, and have done so automatically.)RaNDM G said:
(I know. But it would look silly if he signed without looking through it first.)
Donal - Prices Long
"Well, everyt'ing looks fine. All t'at's left now is to sign it."
He puts his looking glass back in his pocket and leans back in the chair. He drums his fingers on the desk, thinking over the deal.
He picks up the quill and signs the ledger.
"T'at's it t'en. Pleasure doing business wit' you, Mister Price."
He shakes Price's hand.
John- Harkstead, Outside of Tommy's Residence and Workshop
With a sigh "First step to good fortune to us friend. To an unbound future and granted wishes"
With a sigh "First step to good fortune to us friend. To an unbound future and granted wishes"
Jacqueline -The Trotters Twine
If the outside of the building could be describe as clean, then the inside was sparkling. It almost felt as though some unknown power was keeping dirt from entering the establishment, the tables were clean, the chairs were neatly tucked under them and a small fire was crackling in the fireplace.
"Welcome, welcome! Rare to see someone new in Twine, my sister didn't snatch you up as well! Come sit at the bar and order something!"
It was an odd thing to say to a newcomer, was his sister the woman with the grime covered face and mottled hair that reminded Jacqueline of a birds nest. It was true that every time so glanced away, her eyes were attracted back to her, but Jacqueline just thought it was the oddness of her appearance that brought her eyes back to her.
She settled down at the bar, noting how immutable the counter was.
"That's surprising, you keep this place...Very clean. I'll have half a bitter."Small talk not being her strong suit she decided to quickly change the subject, "Actually, I was looking for a room."
If the outside of the building could be describe as clean, then the inside was sparkling. It almost felt as though some unknown power was keeping dirt from entering the establishment, the tables were clean, the chairs were neatly tucked under them and a small fire was crackling in the fireplace.
"Welcome, welcome! Rare to see someone new in Twine, my sister didn't snatch you up as well! Come sit at the bar and order something!"
It was an odd thing to say to a newcomer, was his sister the woman with the grime covered face and mottled hair that reminded Jacqueline of a birds nest. It was true that every time so glanced away, her eyes were attracted back to her, but Jacqueline just thought it was the oddness of her appearance that brought her eyes back to her.
She settled down at the bar, noting how immutable the counter was.
"That's surprising, you keep this place...Very clean. I'll have half a bitter."Small talk not being her strong suit she decided to quickly change the subject, "Actually, I was looking for a room."
Lucrece Leblanc - Angels' Rest, Mid Town
Angelina confessed all and sought to be confessed in turn, it seemed.
"...I didn't know as much first but now that I do, I plan on helping all who enter my door. Consider me like priest one can confess to, you need not reveal anything, or simply just ask for help. For better or worse I am an open book, if you wish you can use your power as well to see if I'm being truthful."
So she could sense people with peculiar powers like her, that explained it. Whoever this Angelina was, she clearly wasn't one of the more self-serving types in the world. She was opening herself to a complete strangers. Why? All she had to gain was secrets and the satisfaction of helping a stranger. Such a person could be used and Angelina was willing to be used. Lucrece sipped on her tea as she thought of queries and questions or whether even to humour this woman more at all. For all she knew, Angelina was just waiting for a tasty titbit to be thrown to her, so she could run off with it to whoever wanted it. Even priests gossiped and broke the so-called sacred confidentially between confessor and cleric.
"Why do you wish to help me?" Lucrece said, defensively.
Angelina confessed all and sought to be confessed in turn, it seemed.
"...I didn't know as much first but now that I do, I plan on helping all who enter my door. Consider me like priest one can confess to, you need not reveal anything, or simply just ask for help. For better or worse I am an open book, if you wish you can use your power as well to see if I'm being truthful."
So she could sense people with peculiar powers like her, that explained it. Whoever this Angelina was, she clearly wasn't one of the more self-serving types in the world. She was opening herself to a complete strangers. Why? All she had to gain was secrets and the satisfaction of helping a stranger. Such a person could be used and Angelina was willing to be used. Lucrece sipped on her tea as she thought of queries and questions or whether even to humour this woman more at all. For all she knew, Angelina was just waiting for a tasty titbit to be thrown to her, so she could run off with it to whoever wanted it. Even priests gossiped and broke the so-called sacred confidentially between confessor and cleric.
"Why do you wish to help me?" Lucrece said, defensively.
Shaking hands enthusiastically and welcoming, Price simply inquired, "Will you be needing anything else today?"RaNDM G said:
"Nice, we're here anyway." Tommy's pace as it turned out involved a back alley entrance to a Talor shop. Modest and "Clean" as you'd expect any alley to be, Teagan knocked on the door politely and quickly. Opened with the scream ofSkullKing84 said:
"What is i-!? Oh, you."
Obviously not on friendly terms, his eyes were slits. Tommy with rolled sleeves, neat brown pants and matching shoes, had needles and threads sticking out of him like a rag doll. His face a bit gaunt and his hair non-existent, he was white and looked to have seen some cold weather judging by the color.
Glancing up at the figure behind Teagan, he looked at John and his eyes burst open.
"If those dammned Harp-!" Teagan quickly raised a hand waving them to make him stop.
"No, no, no, we're here for a suit, to see the Harper family in, something that can you know, show he's refined, he plays the piano." Fast and short Teagan gave his report.
"John this is Tommy, Tommy this is John."
Pouring the drink easily and handing it over, "A room, plenty to be had, plenty to be had."MortifiedPenguin said:
If Jacqueline bothered to taste the brew, it would definitely be better then anything she had had the chance to spew.
"Let's get down to business, unless you'd like a bite or something. We've got a little bit of everything, though I recommend a bit of chowder in the cold times to come."
Mr.H at the table meanwhile got up and left cash on the table, stumbling upstairs in a bit of a stupor.
Jacqueline could practically feel eyes boring in to the back of her skull from the woman.
"Truth be told, that is something I can explain quite well." Taking a sip her voice sounded well rehearsed with the subject, no doubt from previous encounters.Terratina. said:
"In my family there is a bit of a legend or myth, 'Beware Twins thy sire, for one shall be truth the other liar'. My brother and I were born on the same day, on our mothers birthday and day of her death." Looking sad, her tone dimming from the happiness before.
"My father distraught was left to care for two children, as we grew he grieved, and only thanks to our uncle and aunt did we manage to have a decent life. As soon as we were old enough to truly think for ourselves and speak, our father decided to test the tale from my mothers side."
"We were young, and what we inherited was stronger then. He quickly found out and sent away the liar, believing an honest daughter to be better then a lying son. To his sorrow and later his despair, I drove him insane and by his own hands, his death." Her voice was a bit distant and her eyes glazed before kindling with a fire.
"My uncle and aunt were on my fathers side, while my mothers side were distant. They thought me a devil after I explained to them what happened, so I fled. I took a vow of silence, and often had to bite my tongue just to keep silent on matters. It took a series of rather horrid events, and later finding my brother again to realize that there are others out there who experience the same or similar. I took it upon myself to help them that enter my doors, and I hope later to establish something much grander."
Holding her hand flat on the desk and offering it to Lucrece, "Look in to my mind if you do not believe me, we can lie to others, but we can't lie to ourselves."
John- Harkstead, In Tommy's Residence and Workshop
"Hello."
John shyly waved his big meaty hand as he realized the alley door was a tad small for a lug like him. While ducking a little to get in through the door; John had to turn a bit sideways. The door and workshop made him look twice the size he really was. He smiled is crooked chipped teeth smile when he was close enough to put his hand out for a friendly handshake.
"Hello."
John shyly waved his big meaty hand as he realized the alley door was a tad small for a lug like him. While ducking a little to get in through the door; John had to turn a bit sideways. The door and workshop made him look twice the size he really was. He smiled is crooked chipped teeth smile when he was close enough to put his hand out for a friendly handshake.
Jacqueline -The Trotters Twine
As he spoke Jacqueline could feel the eyes of the other woman on her back, it felt as though she was boring her way into her soul with just that stare. Every inch of her wanted to vanish to become invisible, she had to resist the urge to use her power as she sat there drinking the ale. It would do her no good if she did, there would be questions and then someone would find out and then she would be sent back London, back to her father.
"Do you-"
As she turned around she saw the other man leaving, she recognised him now since he was closer. When she first entered, she had merely been interested in what was in the inn, not who was in it. It was the man from the train who had killed all those people, 'Mr. Hammer' as she had dubbed him. He was no longer wielding that hammer, and it seemed like he didn't recognise. just to be safe she quickly turned around, ducking further into her battered bowler hat.
Once she was sure he had left, she turned back towards the woman who was still giving her that awful glare.
"Could you stop staring at me?"
As he spoke Jacqueline could feel the eyes of the other woman on her back, it felt as though she was boring her way into her soul with just that stare. Every inch of her wanted to vanish to become invisible, she had to resist the urge to use her power as she sat there drinking the ale. It would do her no good if she did, there would be questions and then someone would find out and then she would be sent back London, back to her father.
"Do you-"
As she turned around she saw the other man leaving, she recognised him now since he was closer. When she first entered, she had merely been interested in what was in the inn, not who was in it. It was the man from the train who had killed all those people, 'Mr. Hammer' as she had dubbed him. He was no longer wielding that hammer, and it seemed like he didn't recognise. just to be safe she quickly turned around, ducking further into her battered bowler hat.
Once she was sure he had left, she turned back towards the woman who was still giving her that awful glare.
"Could you stop staring at me?"
"I'd suggest Timothy Leary, a fine man in any case, give him a good word from Prices and he will do business with you in a snap. You can find it on the map or simply ask any carriage."RaNDM G said:
"It's Timothy." Saying with a half sneer Tomm- or rather Timothy's hand as he shook John's was clearly calloused and scarred in all the right places for someone so long with needled in hand.SkullKing84 said:
Ushering them both in and steering John to a clear spot in the work shop, "Stay." He said simply, like a master to a dog. Now with a more clear view the work shop was a bit taller then your average ground level, different kinds of cloth, and tools littered the area.
Opposable wooden mannequins stood around some in states of half finished dresses and suits among other things.
Teagan sidled over to John as Timothy hustled and bustled, ducking in to a small closet looking door, and emerging with tea and cups.
"He's a bit rough, but he gets better as you grow on him." Whispering as best he could.
"You'll be needing a suit then?" Pouring the tea from a worn homely kettle, Timothy looked John up and down as he carried his cup over. Obviously rhetorical, Timothy shot Teagan a glance and Teagan merely nodded in response as he moved to the tea.
Snatching two up and handing one to John, "Tom here is the best, he can measure anyone just by looking at them."
"Sure thing dear." Her last word was with disappointment, as she sighed and looked back to her paper. It sounded off to Jacqueline as she heard her speak, part of her knew it was quite heavenly, but another part of it itched a place in her skull.MortifiedPenguin said:
Leaning in a bit closer the Bartender whispered, "Try to ignore her miss, she's a bit ornery, and by my guess attracted to you." With a sly wink the bartender replied, wait... what?
Lucrece Leblanc - Angels' Rest, Mid Town
She had asked and Angelina had answered, giving her life story. Lucrece had to make sure though, years worth of distrust didn't go anyway in a second or just because someone had told a pretty tale. Seeing as the woman was willing , Lucrece took advantage of the opportunity. While she was a liar or not didn't matter, just some things couldn't be expressed in words. She wanted to see this for herself. Setting aside the teacup and removing one glove, Lucrece reached out and placed her hand on top of Angelina's.
She had asked and Angelina had answered, giving her life story. Lucrece had to make sure though, years worth of distrust didn't go anyway in a second or just because someone had told a pretty tale. Seeing as the woman was willing , Lucrece took advantage of the opportunity. While she was a liar or not didn't matter, just some things couldn't be expressed in words. She wanted to see this for herself. Setting aside the teacup and removing one glove, Lucrece reached out and placed her hand on top of Angelina's.
Like watching films in a house of mirrors, a whirlwind of images and emotions were at her finger tips. Everything from a father drinking and drowning himself slowly, only to end with him hanging in the air. Running and fleeing from alleys of the city, to the country side, and eventually a boat. Most of it held a blurry almost depressing veil around it, obscuring details and making things seem either darker or shrouded from view. For instance her brothers face was probably the strangest in her mind, as if it was blocked, not deliberately, but by some other force.Terratina. said:
For a part everything was true, and a few small things Angeline didn't go in to details were the fact that she worked as a prostitute, maid, and a few other small jobs, had scars on her back and legs from father and others, and for a majority was in her late 30's despite looking in her mid-twenties.
Lucrece Leblanc - Angels' Rest, Mid Town
Though the images were veiled by some sort of obstruction, Lucrece could see that Angeline, as always, told the truth. Somewhat touched by her honesty, Lucrece leant back and reached for her necklace and squeezed it tight as thoughts of how to use this woman and her resources that she willingly offered entered her brain. There was the matter of the train journey, how so many fragments of other people's lives found themselves nested her brain, yet she couldn't recall the faces of those people. It perturbed her. The fragment of gunpowder and blood still shook her, Lucrece wanted to know whom this experience belonged to. A soldier? A murderer? And there was the memory of moonlight and rooftops, what would draw a lady to that part of the night? The information was somehow locked. This Angeline would serve as a lockpick, somehow.
Lucrece picked up the teacup and took a swift sip, eyes unblinking as she tried to recall the few faint fragments of the other passengers on the train. Hopefully they all would still be in Harkstead, by choice or not. And there was the matter of whether the few faint figures she had not forgotten would help her piece the whole thing together. Lucrece was sensitive to matters of memory, after all, she was a memory thief and thieves hold on to their stolen stash fiercely. What alarmed her was the fact that there was hardly any fragments of the train journey like it was something somebody wanted them to forget.
She raised her head and nodded, "I see your intentions are pure. Alors... There is something I believe you can assist me with."
Lucrece paused to pour herself some more tea, taking care to pour the milk in first, lest the delicate china be harmed. She then stirred it, the circular motions somehow comforting during this candid moment.
"It may seem trival, but all memory of the train journey here has been wiped from my mind somehow, or rather - I suspect - someone..."
Though the images were veiled by some sort of obstruction, Lucrece could see that Angeline, as always, told the truth. Somewhat touched by her honesty, Lucrece leant back and reached for her necklace and squeezed it tight as thoughts of how to use this woman and her resources that she willingly offered entered her brain. There was the matter of the train journey, how so many fragments of other people's lives found themselves nested her brain, yet she couldn't recall the faces of those people. It perturbed her. The fragment of gunpowder and blood still shook her, Lucrece wanted to know whom this experience belonged to. A soldier? A murderer? And there was the memory of moonlight and rooftops, what would draw a lady to that part of the night? The information was somehow locked. This Angeline would serve as a lockpick, somehow.
Lucrece picked up the teacup and took a swift sip, eyes unblinking as she tried to recall the few faint fragments of the other passengers on the train. Hopefully they all would still be in Harkstead, by choice or not. And there was the matter of whether the few faint figures she had not forgotten would help her piece the whole thing together. Lucrece was sensitive to matters of memory, after all, she was a memory thief and thieves hold on to their stolen stash fiercely. What alarmed her was the fact that there was hardly any fragments of the train journey like it was something somebody wanted them to forget.
She raised her head and nodded, "I see your intentions are pure. Alors... There is something I believe you can assist me with."
Lucrece paused to pour herself some more tea, taking care to pour the milk in first, lest the delicate china be harmed. She then stirred it, the circular motions somehow comforting during this candid moment.
"It may seem trival, but all memory of the train journey here has been wiped from my mind somehow, or rather - I suspect - someone..."
"I see. Let me try something thing..." Thoughtful and happy at the acceptance, her tone was still in a pendulum swing of regret.Terratina. said:
"-!" Opening her mouth she tried to speak but it seemed like she spoke of emptiness and air. Sighing,
"This has happened before, and not just to you. I can speak only truth of my own these days. If I was younger perhaps I could have explained anything to you, for back then it was near divine in its limits."
Lucrece knew much of this to a degree from memory, simply being able to tell at random if something, or someone, was true or false, such a power was divining in itself.
"If I focus I can do it almost as well, but whatever happened to you is beyond me. A friend of mine came to me with such a problem as well, and while I can't delve in to his mind, perhaps you can."
Reaching in to her desk she brought out a small map and lay it flat, making a quick marking or two with a pen at hand. She let the ink dry, and looked at the map a few moments more before looking back to Lucrece.
"His name is Timothy Leary, a Tailor by trade, and a fine one at that. He is currently in the hands of the Harper family. A very rich, risque, and rather risky to be associated with. Timothy has no love for them, but is bound by a debt if I recall, and I could not speak true of what happened to him just the same with you."