November 2015




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Nov. 1st, 2015


Public: Anon / Clementine M

[Anon: Public]

I have your [...] religious symbol.

[Clem M: as Irene A]

What is it you lost?

Oct. 26th, 2015


[Irene A.]

[Irene A.]

[She doesn't bother changing her name.]

Let's have a talk, Irene.

Oct. 14th, 2015



[He means to write only to Mina, but our good doctor is medically dosed and distracted by talk of death. So public it is.]

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

Rest your worries, she is safe.

Oct. 3rd, 2015


Clem M, Declan M, Irene A: Penny Dreadful(s)

Who: Clementine M, Declan M, Irene A
What: A ball. ~Distraction.
When: Post-tiny plot, post-Daniel-seeking
Warnings: TBD: nothing expected

The party had no cause, or purpose beyond a celebration. It was not precisely fashionable, because fashionable was boring, but it was exciting and so everyone in town beyond the boring had turned up )

Sep. 26th, 2015



[During this, in Irene's sitting room. Grumpily.]

I am in search of a man and any assistance would be much appreciated.

He is an unimpressive man, neither especially ugly or especially handsome. Some average height, perhaps somewhat less, 5 ft 7 or thereabouts. He comes from moderate wealth, though not the peerage. He has traveled abroad a distance, and he has had an opium habit for some time. There is some evidence to suggest he is not British. Possessed of certain imagination, he has a wife or sister that is blonde and well-favoured.

[To Irene: "There. Are you happy?"]

Sep. 27th, 2015


Sherlock & Irene

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler
What: Teaming up (and a lot of annoyances)
When: Recently (fuzzy because of plot)
Warning: None

Mr. Sherlock Holmes did not feel fatigue, and he had taken enough care with his appearance to make it seem that no one suspected the previous night's work may have worn on his nerves. )

Sep. 19th, 2015



[Public: As Irene A]

Oh this is novel.

Sep. 2nd, 2015



[Upon return to his home, there is an unexpected development in the realm of interior decoration. Becoming quite distraught, Victor medically prescribes himself ampules of morphine until his being is reduced to drool and dithers. Hours later, from beneath the medicine's spell, Victor continues work on the sketch he'd started several days before. It grows on the journal page until elegant strokes master the whole of it, penciled and public.]

Aug. 31st, 2015


Clementine M

[They come via the hotel. Prettily gilted and engraved with the name Clementine and guest. There's no accompanying note, no post-script. Just the date, a week hence.]

Aug. 22nd, 2015


On a gamble: Sherlock H, Clementine M

[Sherlock H]


[Clementine M]

Movies are tantamount to witchcraft, Galatea. There's a ball to be held a week on Thursday, should you wish the procurement of an invitation.

Aug. 2nd, 2015


Log: Penny Dreadful

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Mrs. Irene Norton.
What: Tea. Verbal badinage.
When: Recently.
Where: A quality tea-room.

Expression and knowledge of self was what Mr. Holmes was missing. He was missing it in droves. )

Aug. 1st, 2015


Gatsby: Clementine & Irene

Who: Clementine and Irene
What: A touch of modern cinema
Where: Hotel → Gatbsy
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Probably safe

Clementine, she reckoned red for Irene's color, and the dress was folded real pretty in tissue and flung over Clementine's arm as she waited in the hallway for the other woman.

Clementine, she wore green, hair held by a silvery band across her forehead, and she'd told Irene clear how to get on out of her door; she figured a big old time gap wouldn't be enough to keep that woman pinned. Could be Clementine should be fussing about this whole damn thing, meeting a woman she'd bedded down with at a hotel party, a woman that just happened to be a man at the time of said bedding down. But the hotel had turned Clementine into a homicidal Alice in Wonderland once, and it had turned her into something like the haint of her sister, and she figured giving a woman a penis was relatively easy by comparison. She wasn't fussed or fretting. She wasn't a thing but happy to get away for a day.

Truth was, there was some things troubling the blonde waiting in the hallway, but they weren't real big or looming. Things with Jake were bad, but she'd already decided that was his daddy's to deal with. Shane and Graham were all paired off, and the smarting of that was fading nice. Matthew was going to live, even if the man was frustrating as briars in socks. James wasn't never going to speak a full sentence, but the man wasn't bad as Shane, not when it came to grunting and expecting folks to understand him. And Declan and her, they seemed to be in some familial truce involving a boat. Most important, she'd gotten to see Joy and hold her close.

All things considered, life wasn't real awful.

Jul. 27th, 2015


[Letters to the Editor: The Times - Penny Dreadful]

[Published Monday, in the correspondence section]

Dear Sir,

I write to express my regret at the flimsy substance of the particulars at Thursday's entertainment. Is London truly London if the ladies at such dances merely stand at the sides of the walls and lower their eyes in meek appreciation of the music rather than the vehicle of the event itself?

We are at the brink of a new century, an enlightenment, one in which a maid is not the parcelled belonging of her father but might express regard for her own interests and her own passage through the world. Dances are but small pleasures but expressions of what has become usual rather than spectacle. We should be taking strides to embrace the novel and the spectacular rather than holding candles in corners and pretending the light reaches to the corners of the room.

What man, what woman might celebrate companionship if it comes white-gloved, with eyes cast down, with nary a word on her lips but those echoed belonging to others?


A. I.

Jul. 19th, 2015


victor & irene; mariner's inn at midnight

Who: Dr. Victor Frankenstein and Irene Adler
What: A meeting!
Where: Penny Dreadfuls, Mariner's Inn.
When: Late night.
Warnings/Rating: Unlikely.

The Mariner's Inn, under cover of nightfall. Pearl-pricked obsidian, the sky, and gossamer moonlight on swarthy water. The air was thick with brine, salt of the sea and vinegar of poorly kept wine rolling in from barrels on the ships. Men of bad repute and worse health stumbled from plank to shore, then through the Inn's doors to vanquish their sea legs at barstool or bed. Victor, in his navigation of vanity's stars, with chin tipped up and bleary eyes outlining Cassiopeia's beauty, he barely avoided trample by an alarming fellow with one eye and a demon's scowl.

"Pardon me," and in retreating lack of grace, Victor bumped into a doorjamb and then a table cluttered with musty glasses and stained playing cards. He palmed the front of his dark coat, reassurance found in the familiar scrape of black twill under his fingers. There was a vacant table near the edge of the bar, and Victor sat there in a poor attempt at belonging among rogues and gamblers.

He aimed for hard, glacial, and petrous… but his eyes remained a touch too wide, crude curiosity in the milky stare of an addict. He was nervous, despite his hands. His hands were still and without betrayal, suspended in the air near his face, fingers laced and unlaced again. Even the way that he extracted a small watch from his pocket bespoke surgical delicacy, fine-tuned precision in small details. The watch was old silver, and he checked it three times in the span of ten minutes, every tick of an intricate hand bringing him closer to anxiety. The man was running late, Victor hated that.

Jul. 13th, 2015



Who: Eddie and Irene
Where: Gotham -> Penny Dreadful(s)
When: Recently with some stuff about the past week or so for Eddie after this
What: rogue meetings!
Warning: tba

He returned to Gotham only long enough to erase his presence in the Batcave and then wandered the Passages halls, looking for a door where he could find trinkets, books and maybe a new rosary. )

Jul. 5th, 2015


Clementine M, Public (anon)

[During this]

[Clementine M]

Galatea, I'm minded to shuck off responsibility and plaguing convention and toward dalliance in another place. You spoke of silver screens once, is it adventure enough to satisfy?

[Public: anon]

Thievery is a young man's game, but youth and foolishness are twins, and foolishness gets you caught. Be wiser, young mice. Fortune favors the brave, not the foolhardy.

The rapscallions have grown bold, of late.

Jul. 4th, 2015


Irene A.

Really, Madame, I can't think what would drive you to ground like a fox.


Irene & Sherlock

Who: Irene A and Sherlock H
What: Chess
When: Recently
Where: Penny Dreadful

More than this visible resurrection, Sherlock Holmes did not often enter society in years previous. He was welcome, welcome in the way performers and entertainments were welcome, but Society bored him, and he made that clear on multiple occasions )

May. 26th, 2015


Reveal + Public

The theaters were long past, the act continued without pageantry for a ticket-price )



May. 14th, 2015


As Anonymous


Sir, one would presume you did not wish to take up the position, given a lack of return address.

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