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It's not him.


I said before the smell was wrong. The smell is wrong.

I thought at first I was just confused because I spend so much time around Alex -- Alex was all I was smelling, instead of the whiskey and cigarette smell my dad usually has.

It's not Alex, though. It smells almost like him, but not.

It smells like Allison. Whatever this thing is, it smells like Allison.

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I need to get eyes on Kate Argent right now. There was a fire at the Hale house and we need to know if this was her.

My reptilian counterpart ruined my bedding, and the teenager at the shop implied that I was an old man. This has been a trying day.

Someone killed a bunch of selkies. They're all over the beach.

HPD? Someone? What should I do?

Anyone in the market for an evil hand? Thinking about cutting off Lindsey's.

I've obtained employment in a flower shop. It's certainly not what I was expecting, but I find greeting people very agreeable. And being among all these fresh, beautiful things is really lovely as well. London did its best with Hyde Park but there's nothing quite like the scent of roses whenever you walk through the door.

[ Filtered to Lord Whittermore ]

I apologize for how plainspoken I am about to be, but I have wrestled with this and any casual familiarity with your intentions would ring of falsehood.

There was talk of uniting our families back home, and while it would have made a great deal of sense, and while I would be honoured to be part of your illustrious family and a helpmate to you in the ensuing years, it makes less sense here. I confess to an interest in seeing more of this world, and I worry that our mutual desire to please our families may obscure our personal romantic indifference to one another. I care about you very much as a friend, Lord Whitermore, and I hope that I'm not out of place when I say that I think you care about me too, but if we were to marry I would wish to be less distracted. I cannot promise my full dedication, Lord Whittermore, not with my current frame of mind. You deserve nothing less than that.

I realize that we're edging very close to a holiday that heralds love above all over, and that my timing is unfortunate, but I couldn't bear the thought of leading you on or giving you false hope. I need to know where your intentions stand, and more importantly, that you will not think ill of me for raising the suggestion that we agree to remain friends and nothing more.

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[ Filtered to Steampunk Ladies ]

...I believe I just -- to use the modern word -- "dumped" Lord Whittermore two days before Valentines Day. I am a terrible woman.

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I know that it's the season, and everyone is debating things for Valentine's Day and how to spend it... but please, for the love of God, do not end up in the ER on that day because you got something lodged in one of your orifices.

Foil-wrapped chocolate roses and teddy bears do not belong anywhere near your ... lower regions. You may think I'm just trying to embarrass Scottie with this, but I swear to you I wouldn't say anything if there wasn't a shockingly high number of people I have to x-ray because they inserted a foreign object where they shouldn't have and it got stuck.


This PSA is brought to you by the sports bottle I had to remove with forceps today. Thank you, have a good evening.

I'm still not convinced that the fairies had nothing to do with this.

[Filtered AWAY from HPD/NYPD/Official Police types]

I require someone with underground knowledge. Black Market? Every world has one, I'm sure of it. A way to get items that may not be readily available for the general populace because they're dangerous in the wrong hands or more on the supernatural level of things. Your time and knowledge will be reimbursed.


Oh. I suppose introductions are in order. Dr. Lydia Martin.

Filtered to Steampunk Ladies:

I brokered a deal that involved trading in my entire coin purse to a collector, in exchange for money from this era. By our standards, it's a fortune, but given the incredible inflation of things... Well, we'll have to start making money soon.

Allison, you can stop wringing your handkerchief. Your future is secured.

I would very much appreciate direction towards somewhere I may find coffee.

[ OOC; He arrived last night, promptly became his Mr. Hyde Kanima self and spent the night lizarding around -- which, btw, someone is welcome to have seen as long as they don't LAUNCH IMMEDIATELY INTO CALLING HIM OUT FOR IT because it isn't common knowledge -- until he felt the urge to attack, at which point he became a puppet. He remembers only flashes of it, as per usual, and is his exhausted, disgruntled self atm. ]

I would very much appreciate confirmation of the lengthy and incredible explanation I just received for it not being the year of Our Lord, 1897, and for my presence here in the Republic of Hawaii.