Who: Stephen Maturin and Horatio Hornblower
What: Tiger-hunting
When: Well past any reasonable hour
Where: Wherever the hunting takes them

( Last we met, I believe you were seeking a bit of diversion. )

Status: In Progress

Who: Henry and Eleanor
What: Flashback
When: After Catherine's expulsion from the abbey
Where: Northanger Abbey

( And so he found himself in the made room—perhaps chasing the ghost of the young woman who could no longer be discovered skirting the imagined horrors of their halls, her hair ribbon arrested, and yet still hopelessly slipping, between his fingers. )

Status: In Progress

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Who: Fitzwilliam Darcy; Georgiana Darcy, Caroline Bingley, and/or a doctor
What: Darcy finally arrives in Sanditon
When: Several hours after this post
Where: The Darcy/Bingley party townhouse

( This day would probably rank among the most uncomfortable of his life. )

Status: In-progress

Who: Sidney Parker and Jonathan Strange
Where: The Crown Hotel
What: Assigning blame

( I hope you are well pleased with yourself. )

Status: In Progress

Who: Fitzwilliam Darcy, Penelope Featherington, OPEN
What: A gentleman in some distress
When: One week after Georgiana mailed her letter
Where: Roughly a mile out from Sanditon, on the cliff side road

( Bitterly he mused that his present situation—in which he found himself dirty, injured, and delayed from seeing his sister—was the fault of Charles Bingley. )

Status: In-progress

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It would have been pleasant not to have to deal with the likes of Lady Whistleblower. It is a shame when one speaks ill of other people. It does not hurt to be kind to other people and it is something we should all try and do. It makes the world a much more pleasant place to be after all.

I do look forward to my time here nonetheless.

Although I am not formally acquainted with Lady Whistledown, I would be a poor excuse for a friend if I did not seek to correct public opinion as regards my predecessor, Dr. Fuchs. Though Dr. Fuchs may be said to embrace technologies from abroad, he has done so with a great eye toward improving the condition of his patients in Sanditon. It is the height of ignorance to assume that the English have a monopoly on medical achievement and I, for one, look forward to consulting his "foreign" writings to improve my own understandings.

To the best of my knowledge, as pertains to this devil, I have not treated Lady Whistledown herself. I invite her to consult me privately to determine whether or not I am, in fact, "wet behind the ears" as was so charmingly put. I assure the Lady that as a physician, I am sworn to the utmost secrecy as concerns my patients so she may trust that her identity is safe with me. To her and to others who may share her concerns of privacy, my office is open to patients who do not wish a home visit, upon request.

As for the rest of Sanditon, might I suggest that you take advantage of the bracing sea air and go for a swim? Though I have my concerns about the ridiculous bathing machines I see lined up and down the coastline, the postive effects of swimming upon one's health cannot be overstated.

Who: Frederick Tilney, Edward Rochester, and any other gentlemen about town 
What: Gambling the night away
When: Late evening 
Where: A local tavern

( Drinking to every imaginable vice. )