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You come to find your match, to fulfill your dreams or just to make your family happy. Prepare for it to be more than you bargained for.

Summerview Park.

You'll leave betrothed or not at all.

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Sep. 1st, 2022


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Sidney
Charlotte
WHO Sidney Parker & Charlotte Heywood
WHERE Stables
WHEN September 1
WHAT A stampede and a reckoning
STATUS Completed
The horses had reached a fever pitch, and there was a heart-rending crack of the wood enclosure splitting open. Read more... )

Aug. 28th, 2022


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Log | Anton & Georgie


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Georgiana Darcy + Anton Stone
"It was not just difficult but potentially ruinous as well."

WHAT Georgie and Anton come to an understanding.
WHEN mid-morning, Sunday, August 28
WHERE Grounds
RATING Low
STATUS In-Progress
Read more... )

Jul. 19th, 2022


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Henry Crawford
Edmund Bertram
WHO Henry Crawford and Edmund Bertram
WHERE Stables/grounds
WHEN Monday Afternoon
WHAT Reunion, of sorts
STATUS Complete log
WARNINGS None
Henry watched Edmund saddle up, and decided it was much better to keep his rivals close. Read more... ) It had been about a week, and Edmund still didn't quite know what to make of this place. Just a few days after arriving, the landscape changed into a beach scene of sorts, and then again back to the manor as it had been when he arrived. He'd been mostly laying low, trying to avoid any matter of gossip or drama. He was pretty sure he hadn't seen everyone in residence- he'd heard his cousin Fanny was here, but hadn't seen her at any meals or outings. It was odd, but he hadn't wanted to seek her out just yet- not that he didn't care, but if she wasn't well, he didn't know what he could do for her. And if she was simply ignoring him..Well, that was something, wasn't it? Still, no matter. Edmund made his way out toward the stables, thinking of going for a morning ride. He was nearly there when he saw a familiar face. "Mr. Crawford- I had no idea you were here!" -- Henry had been keeping things rather quiet as of late. His feelings about Edmund Bertram arriving were somewhat complicated. The Edmund that arrived was only recently acquainted with him, and did not yet have feelings for his sister. This Edmund was, however, ever the same cousin that he could see with open eyes that Fanny cared for in the way he wished she would care about him. He enjoyed his time flirting with Tom Bertram, but there was something of jealousy that bubbled up when he saw his brother. He had taken to go for a ride, feeling the wind in his face did wonders for his mood. He was just saddling up when he heard a familiar voice. "Mr. Bertram, how fortuitous!" he said jovially, perhaps with more pleasant emotion than he truly felt. His face was all warm regard however, and he brought his horse over to greet the other man. "Care to join me for a ride then?" he asked. -- Edmund slowed to a stop as Henry approached on his horse. He brought a hand up to shade his eyes, nodding cheerfully. "Certainly! Give me a moment to saddle up and I'll be right out." He jogged over to the stables, moving to find his mount. Between him and one of the groomsmen, it only took a few minutes to have a horse readied. He mounted and trotted her out. "It's amazing how much choice they have here for all of us," he admitted as he rejoined Henry. "Have you been here very long?" -- Henry watched Edmund saddle up, and decided it was much better to keep his rivals close. He knew, much more than this version of Edmund ever did, that Fanny was head over heels for him. It would be best to keep him as a close friend, and being friendly and obliging was a much better way to earn that friendship than showing his jealousy. Edmund was an accomplished rider, he knew that quite well. And so he smiled in his friendliest manner and fell in line with the younger Mr. Bertram. "I have, as it happens. For several months nearly. It's quite the place, though you'll note, it changes. I was the first to note that you cannot leave the property, though we have learned that when engaged you may leave on business. So it has its own quirks. But," he said, as they made their way towards the lovely paths near the forest, "you cannot beat the company. Your brother and cousin have been most welcome, though I'm sure I speak for all of us when we are quite happy you have joined us. I only wish my sister was able to do so." -- Edmund, for his part, had no idea of Henry's true thoughts about him. As such, he returned the smile Mr. Crawford gave him with a cheerful one of his own. "Several months, hm. And-changes?" he'd heard a little of such from Bingley, but to hear it confirmed… It was so strange. "I am glad that they have been. I haven't had much opportunity to spend time with them myself-I imagine they've been busy enough on their own. And I do hope that your sister may join us before too long." He nudged his horse into a walk toward one of the riding trails. "What other kinds of changes have there been?" - "Yes, several months now. It doesn't seem so long and yet here we are. And you'll note that there's a guest who looks nearly exactly like me. There are a few amongst the number who have that quirk. But yes, changes. Between being at the seaside, or we also were transported to the future somehow…it's quite the experience." Henry and Edmund's horses fell in step with each other at a comfortable lope. It did relax him, and the fresh air helped lift the mood of the day. And even if he was jealous of Edmund, he did enjoy his company. "I'm surprised you haven't been able to spend much time with your brother or Miss Price," he said, wisely choosing not to use his cousin's Christian name, less he worry about the impropriety of his addresses. Certainly he wouldn't have known about his two rejected proposals either. "But I haven't been able to talk to either of them much lately either, so I suppose it's par for the course." -- "I think I recall seeing him at dinner recently-it startled me, how close the resemblance is. But something in the way you two carry yourselves was different." Edmund couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but he'd noticed it. "That sounds fascinating. I wonder how she does it-mechanics of some kind, or something more fantastical?" It was mostly a curiosity, although the thought of some sort of magic did make him a bit uneasy. "Well, you know Tom. Always up for a bit of fun, or has his head in another play. I imagine he was busy enough with something like that. And it isn't so surprising for Fanny - perhaps she isn't feeling well." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "What do you make of the proposition, finding a match before you're permitted to leave?" - "Her methods are most mysterious, though it seems best to not think too hard about it," Henry said with a laugh. "One would indeed go a bit mad trying to sort it out. I'm not one to go in for the idea of magic, but it seems easiest to just chalk it up to Whistledown magic." He knew it was ridiculous but there was much ridiculous about their situation. "You're not wrong about that. We've spent more than one evening having a drink and a laugh in the men's lounge or playing cards. And you're correct about the plays as well. Last month we put on an excellent production of Twelfth Night. I even ended up getting shrunk to half my size because I made a joke about getting a small part. Tom had to help me into my dining chair," he said with a laugh. "I don't suppose you remember that we tried to put on a production at Mansfield Park?" -- "Hm. That's probably for the best." Perhaps it was a test of faith. "I'm not so sure what I think of magic, but..I suppose we'll both have time to think about it." He fell quiet again, watching the trail ahead of them. "Half your size? I'm not terribly surprised about the plays and cards, though. That does sound like Tom." Edmund took a second to think back, slowly shaking his head. "No, I don't think I do recall that. I can't imagine I was terribly excited about it." -- "Half my size. I was like a child's size but still an adult. Quite odd, thankfully I had a good humor about it. Mostly when she does something odd like that it's temporary. So you never have to worry about it terribly long." Henry nodded at Edmund's answer. Yes, he was well before the intimacy had been well established between his family and the Bertrams. So there was plenty more room to influence and build the relationship then. Perfectly fine with Henry, his superior knowledge suited him quite well. "Oh, you were very against it, to be sure, but then you took a major part so as to prevent my sister from having to make love to a near stranger when Tom wanted to invite in some neighbor friends. Quite the gentleman you were. Unfortunately your father returned before we could perform and put an end to it all." -- "I suppose that's good. That still seems like an awful lot of faith to put into someone we know nothing about." Edmund frowned just a little- not at Henry, more in thought, still trying to make some sense of everything. Did anyone know anything about this Whistledown? "Having to-" His brows flew up in surprise and Edmund coughed. "I- I suppose that's- I mean, surely-" Well. He didn't quite know what to make of that. Miss Crawford was lovely enough, but.. Shaking his head, he chuckled. "I'm not surprised by that. Father does tend to show up when we least expect it- quite like a bad penny." "And- er. The ladies? Does it really seem like it's possible, that everyone might find a match?" -- The breeze felt lovely on Henry's face and he found that he was enjoying Edmund Bertram's company nearly as much as he had his brother's. Of course Tom held pleasures Edmund didn't likely hold, but that was a different matter altogether. He laughed a bit, finding Edmund's modesty amusing. "Just you worried about her saying love lines to strangers, which was very gentlemanly of you." He shook his head at the mention of the Bertram patriarch. "Ahh well, not a theater fan, but a good man. A good man," he repeated. Henry wasn't totally sure if that was true, but as the old man had heavily supported his match with Fanny, he held him in a bit of respect. Lack of love of theater or no. At the question, Henry gave a neat shrug, looking over at his companion. "I don't imagine why not. Why? What ladies do you worry about finding matches?" he asked, his brow arching. -- "I-no, I suppose I'm more worried about my chances of finding a match," Edmund admitted. He wasn't quite sure why he was prompted to reply so honestly to Henry, but he supposed he counted him as a sort of friend. He knew him more than most here, at least. "I'm not sure you know him as well. He's.. Not terrible, but like any man, he has his flaws. And he isn't especially known for his compassion." -- "Oh, Mr. Bertram, you will have no trouble at all. Why, a handsome man such as yourself, with a decent fortune and proper manners? Well any woman would be very lucky to have a husband such as yourself. You're a true gentleman," Henry said, no word of it a lie. It was, of course, what he knew Fanny saw in her cousin. He just hoped he didn't figure that out any time soon, though he wasn't sure how exactly he could prevent it. He nodded, sagely. "All great men have flaws. The Admiral certainly does, though in the end he was good to me, and to Mary. While not perfect, he did lead us into being well bred and confident members of society. I couldn't ask for more." While he didn't include that the Admiral had also shown them how little the rules of society need apply to them, he did still find it true. The Admiral WAS good to him, and he was grateful for his council. "Shall we race then?" Henry asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his handsome face. "Winner pours the first drink after dinner!" he cried, kicking his horse without waiting for Edmund's reply.

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narrative • sidney's thoughts


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NARRATIVE ; TO BE ALONE
WHO sidney • WHERE stables / pastures
WHEN july 18th, morning ( backdated ) • WHAT wrestling with his thoughts
Or maybe, just maybe, it was that he could not bear to be alone any longer. Read more... )

Jun. 15th, 2022


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Who: Charles Bingley & Fitzwilliam Darcy
What: A Conversation
Where: Stables & Lawns
When: June 15
Rating: G
Status: Logged, Complete

''Good god. I believe you're truly serious about this.'' )

Jun. 7th, 2022


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thread • a heated exchange of words


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sidney
charlotte
WHO sidney + charlotte • WHERE the stables WHEN june 7th, late afternoon
WARNINGS language? yelling? angst! STATUS complete
Everyone was suddenly privy to the very private and intimate details of his life. Read more... )

Apr. 28th, 2022


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