Rooms

Who: Joker & Mina
What: late night snacking
Where: Gotham's Robinson Park
When: Recentlyish
Warnings/Rating: Gore, death, blood vampire stuff, joker stuff

( The dead boy had seen his face on the TV. )

[Public and Anon]

Who's in charge of this dump? I've been dead for a WEEK and no one's shown up to wheelbarrow me outta here.

Who: Vanessa Ives, Mina Murray, Dracula
What: Discovering a body.
Where: The house next door to the Murray's.
When: Immediately following the discovery of the body.
Warnings/Rating: None.

( Vanessa did not fear the dead.  )

[Locked to Evelyn T]

I once did you a favor, and I wondered if you might do me one in turn.

[locked to victor f]

Sir, I hope your dreams carried you through without trouble. Any news of Mina's condition?

[locked to mina m]

How fares the gossip? Was the gathering well-received?

[public, anonymous]

I am interested to speak to anyone who knows something of the dead who are not dead.

Who: Jack the Ripper Aron & Mina.
What: A meeting as planned for the relic he left behind.
Where: Penny dreadful door - Vauxhall Gardens.
When: At the agreed upon time. With much more to talk about, now.
Warnings/Rating: Mentions of gore.

i haunt the naked walls of this sad ( place )

[Locked to Victor F]
Could I prevail upon you to meet with me?

You were going to eat me. In a church.

[Locked to Victor F]

You've been making a lot of visits in the evening as of late.

[Locked to Mina M]

The party was quite enjoyable.

[Locked to Vanessa I]

Have you heard any new gossip about town?

[Delivery to "Mr. E" at Trafalgar Square]

[The letter comes by private courier several days after the initial conversation. In a tidy, angular handwriting, the author details his experience in odd jobs at the theatre and around town. He goes so far as to assure the recipient of his ability to handle even the most messy of situations as well as a promise to discretion.

There is no return address, and the letter is signed only 'Caliban'.]

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --

[The writing is sharp, spiked. It is dark and the words are unmarred by splotches: expensive ink does not spread deeply into the paper.]

Wanted General man-of-all-work. Discretion and a strong stomach required. Salaried. Uniform paid for.

[scrawled with an unnecessarily rigorous pressure; and a keen struggle with grammar.]

From Aron K.,
Mises of the hous.
Cam to me you the women of the hous. Hope I am no botther.
I wated to see if my hankershef would show, methinks I
Left it in your larg abod. Tis crimson, belongs wel to me
Sis. initials C.K. Have you a look?

Wit thanks Mis Muiray.

[Perhaps he is a touch idle, if not lonely.]

[Locked to Mina M]
Miss Mina, how did you enjoy the festivities?

[Locked to Leif S]
I admit to finding you a curious fellow, sir. One happy to oblige others and give his many opinions free of charge, yet unduly silent thereafter.

[Public]
[Like one might put out an advertisement in the classifieds; typed out thusly.]

SEEKING…

—A young widow of pleasant disposition, dark-haired and dark-eyed, name of Zoe. Last seen at the Murray House, engaging in idle conversation with this gentleman on the vast, enigmatic topic of Fate.

Next time, I shall ignore such invitations and simply stay home.

The company was enjoyable, but I do not enjoy being whispered about.

[At the party. In a fine hand with a fine-inked fountain pen, the wood backing of the bar jostling texture into otherwise smooth letters and with a wetness ringing out from the top left corner by way of condensation and third glass of brandy.]

This is extraordinary. There is some science at work I cannot quite parse.

Who: Whoever wishes to attend!
What: Party at the Murray House
Where: Penny Dreadful(s)
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Please place locations and warnings in subject headers. Feel free to "dibs" threads. Simultaneous threads per character are allowed.

The Murray House was situated at the end of the street in the affluent part of London. Imposing, it was a structure built by a man determined to leave his mark on the world in every possible way.

The door was answered by two footmen, and carriages were directed around the back. Men and women awaited announcement, all agog to see the disreputable women who inhabited the home. One fair and disgraced. The other dark and possessed. Or so the rumors said.

The lights were dim for the evening, as was the fashion for parties with darker themes. On silver platters, champagne and sweets were served, and there was a bar in the sitting room with stronger drinks and cigars for the gentlemen.

Beyond the grand entrance hall, the parlor was a room for the telling of fortunes. The woman at the table was not Miss Ives, but a hired woman from town, her fortunes daring and decadent. Low lights, and chairs around the table, the woman prophesied the strangest things for all to hear.

Theatricals were held in in the study, on a platform before Sir Malcom's impressive map. The performances were Grand Guignol in nature, with faux vampires feasting on innocent girls, pretend werewolves eating young lads, and much fake blood to go around in a room deliberately darkened and filled with the delighted screams of London's elite.

The grand staircase led to the upstairs halls, and the finely appointed rooms beyond, where none of the doors were barred for the evening. And surely the basement, with its darkness and random shackles, should have been locked for the evening, but it was not.

[Delivered to Evelyn T]

[After a chance encounter, a dress and all accompanying haberdashery for an evening of Victorian theatricals. The note tucked between elegant tissue is handwritten in a feminine hand.]

I do hope it fits. We're not accustomed to items that aren't painstakingly measured and tailored.

Until the evening,
Mina Murray

Who: Mina and Dr. Jekyll
What: A visit to a physician
Where: Jekyll's London office
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: None

( And it was thus that she learned about a very strange evening at a séance. )

I am seeking a metalsmith, if one of good reputation be known to you.

[As simply 'Caliban']

What curious things names are. A label given to one by a parental figure that you carry with you through life. It becomes something that both identifies you and you are identified by in the same breath.

Your name, are you fond of it? Are you attached to it? Or is there something else you would rather be called?