. (mote) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-03-29 20:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !penny dreadful(s), *log, henry jekyll, mina murray |
Penny Dreadful(s): Mina & Jekyll
Who: Mina and Dr. Jekyll
What: A visit to a physician
Where: Jekyll's London office
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: None
The party neared, and all preparations were complete. Like any woman of quality, Mina could organize a staff without effort, and the intricacies of whom could be seated next to whom were as thoughtless as breathing. She'd been bred for this, and her etiquette was without flaw. Yet, and this was the trouble, she found it all dull now. When she was young, on that seaside of her youth, she'd dreamed of nothing more than balls and dancing until her feet hurt, the most divine little shoes pinching her toes. But the things that brought her pleasure then, they lacked something since her remembered day of dirt on a wooden box.
She wondered if her malaise had aught to do with this memory, false as it must be. No, she did not wonder. It was a certainty, though she knew better than to consult with any physicians near to the family. Her father was not here, but it wouldn't do to have him return and conscript her to the Banning Clinic.
She'd visited once, you see. Vanessa was housed there, and she'd been curious. It had been a dreadful place, and she knew better than to potentially expose herself to any speculation that might lead to her footfalls upon that entryway as a potential patient.
Care was of the highest import.
And while Mina's reputation was quite in shambles, she was not so disgraced that she couldn't speak to others in her social circle. Her husband had taken the blame for the dissolution of their union upon himself, and while no one truly believed him, it did afford Mina a modicum of respectability. She asked after discreet doctors... for Miss Ives, of course. And it was thus that she learned about a very strange evening at a séance. But, luckily for her and regretfully for Vanessa, the occurrence made Mina's inquiries about a physician for her dearest friend quite credible.
So it was that a lacquered black carriage found itself outside the home and clinic of Dr. Henry Jekyll in the late hours of the evening, when none of society's decent ladies could admit to being witness, not without ruining their own fragile reputations.
Dressed in decadently opulent mauve, and with a veil pulled down from the brim of a smart hat, Mina rang the bell upon the labelled door, hands encased in the softest lambskin gloves, and undoubtedly a person of wealth beneath the cover of darkness and netting.