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Oct. 27th, 2015




Somebody's some kinda artist? I got a bunch of drawings show up in my apartment. Who's missing em?

Oct. 17th, 2015


[Penny Dreadful(s): Mina, Vanessa and Victor.]

[Mina hungered.

She'd lost track of time since he'd gone. Him, Master, keeper of secrets, her past, her present. She'd lost track of time since he'd gone, and she was newly awoken and newly awake, and she'd no idea how to hunt in this place. Her memories of feeding were something from before her eyes were opened, and she recalled them through fog and confusion. She'd given her word. Not here, and she would not hunt here, and she'd promised. But she'd lost track of time since he'd come, since he'd gone, and the house had been closed, and the basement quiet. No one home, and she hungered.

There was no before, and there was no after. She was a thing of a moment, of the present, and she was no longer two parts, schism, but she was lost, adrift, and perhaps she should not have offered to go to the church. But Victor was there, and Mina was so terribly alone, and he was a kind voice in her mind. He was words writ, spines cracked and pages that crackled when turned by her cold fingers.

She'd lost track of time since he'd gone, the Master, but she'd found his books and read them like things nearly recalled. Warm, like blankets, and her fingers upon pages with words indented deep, and she thought she could read the letters with her eyes closed. It was memory, and she understood it not, but it kept her warm. But she'd lost track of time, and he was gone.

She cared naught for Vanessa's predicament. The night of the seance was a thing couched in mourning, and loss came after on quiet feet. Tonight, she entered the old church where God stood silent, and she was a thing dressed in rumpled silk. Mauve, and her hair loose and tangled blonde along her spine. No gloves, and her boots worn through at the soles. Pale, pale, pale as the dead in the graveyard.

And Mina, she hungered.]

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.

Sep. 26th, 2015


[log: vanessa ives & victor frankenstein]

Who: Victor & Vanessa
What: The great search for Vanessa continues!
Where: St. Etherelda's Church.
When: Morning time, after Mina's contact.
Warnings: None yet.

Victor was not a religious man. )

Sep. 20th, 2015


Victor F & Dracula

[Locked to Victor F & "Alexei"]
[The post comes three days into watching Vanessa pace and mutter in her room at the Malcolm Estate. It's early morning, sun not even full in the sky, but the door to Vanessa's room stands open, and Mina is not within the house.]

Vanessa's wandered. I've looked near to the house, but there is no sign of her. She was rambling rather madly. I rang for tea, thinking it would soothe her, but she was gone by the time I returned to her room. The front hall door was ajar, and there is no sign of her within.

Sep. 14th, 2015


Public as Lily F

[As Lily F. The handwriting is very shaky and comes slow, as if she is still trying to learn how the letters are formed.]


Victor, is this book your doing?

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. 30th, 2015


Gotham: Vanessa, Mina, Dracula, Victor

Who: "Alexei," Vanessa, Victor, Mina
What: Exploration, part deux
Where: Gotham Cemetary: 1 and 2
When: Immediately after this hallway interlude
Warnings/Rating: Likely none

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - )

Aug. 27th, 2015



Desire at the end

            was a malady, a madness? __ or. both.

Aug. 17th, 2015


Gotham: Vanessa, Mina, Dracula, Victor

Who: Vanessa, Mina, "Alexei," and Victor
What: An Expedition that Sir Malcolm would not be proud of
Where: Hotel → Gotham
When: Fuzzy to when completed
Warnings/Rating: Unless someone gets ate, nope!

There were no windows in the inn's hallways, and the door which she intended to lead the explorers through was a place covered in smog and dark clouds. )

Aug. 5th, 2015


narrative: penny dreadful(s), victor frankenstein

Who: Victor Frankenstein
What: Narrative of many things.
Where: The lab, a house of ill repute.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: Child death to start, vague drug use, later mentions of nudity.

The boy died on Sunday. )

Jul. 29th, 2015


Victor F, Letters to the Editor

[Locked to Victor F]
"I had a dream, which was not at all a dream."

[A publication]
With regard to A.I.'s letter -- dated Monday. )

Jul. 27th, 2015



The worlds beyond this one are stranger than I ever could have imagined. There is something to be said about the comforts of home and its familiar environment, isn't there?

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.

Jun. 24th, 2015


vanessa i.

Miss Vanessa Ives,

If this letter finds you well, I would like to continue our correspondence on the subject of your friend, Miss Murray. In the time since her visit, I have contemplated the finer details of our conversation, her and I. Upon reception, everything seemed appropriate, lest I would have contacted you sooner. Miss Murray proved to be in good health, you will be relieved to know.

While initially in high spirits, Mina became gradually distressed over mention of some things that she remembers, as well as those she does not. She was not hysterical, you understand, but did seem somber and confused over the funeral dream she had. In addition to this, she spoke awareness of a dark, foreign man. She voiced no knowledge of him save for the simple knowledge that he exists. Not his name or the true manner of their relationship.

This would be of minor concern, save for the fact that she spoke with fond reminiscence about many other details of her life and youth. She spoke of you and her brother, small memories of childhood whimsy that remain intact despite complete amnesia surrounding the more recent details we have an interest in. This memory loss could be the work of the creature, do you think? Is it possible that if he once captured her soul, he also held reign of her mind? And does that control remain, even now that she lives?

Your devoted friend,
Victor Frankenstein

Jun. 23rd, 2015



[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.

Jun. 22nd, 2015


Delivery: Victor F

[The ribbons were violet and black, made of satin and well-taken care of. Coiled neatly in a small brown box tied off with a bit of string, it arrives early in the morning by a private courier. There is no note enclosed, though a message can be found in the bottom of the box, written upon the paper itself.]

Loneliness is a dangerous thing, father.


Jun. 7th, 2015


[public, locks to victor f, mina m]

[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.

Jun. 2nd, 2015


Locked to Victor F.

Olde frend, I see you here.
Pardon me poore gramer, be I not a scholar as thee.
I had in mind to pay a visite, anon.
What say you?

Aron K.

May. 27th, 2015


Victor F

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

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