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	Did you not hear my screams? Have you not seen what this life has brought onto me and countless others. No, I would suspect not. Tis a pity really but that is neither here nor there at this time. My screams will continue but they fall on ears that cannot hear them. Such is the time. You were plagued in the night were you not? That was how it started for me. I dismissed it, it was nothing but a dream but just every so often our dreams become the reality we try our best to fight again. For some you have already experienced the pain that you were subjected to but you think that is as bad as it can get? I wish I could tell you it was but in the end it is not. There is more pain that can come, it is the folly of being human. 

	Pain comes with the rising of each dawn, it just will depend on if you will acknowledge it or not. Most do not, not at first. We are humans wish that the pain would leave, we do not want to face it and so we live in denial of what is clearly in front of us. Of course, it could have just been a simple dream could it not? It can wait, just a little dream for a single night. It was nothing. Yes, twas nothing to let yourself be plagued about for there are far more pressing horrors before you. Perhaps in time it will fade to distant memory. Yet just in case, keep your wits about you for what have we learned from the past? That is we are doomed to forget it, we are doomed to repeat it. Tis quite the most unpleasant cycle it is not? Especially when there is little hope to ever break it. 

	But enough of this, it is a new day. The day has dawned and each of you have a path laid out before you. Shall you follow it or shall you take the road less traveled? If you do, please be careful. Things lurks in the darkness and unknown recesses of the world. Hidden from view until it is too late for someone to hear your screams. I know... No one heard mine. Will they ever? Will you Perhaps it doesn't matter. Now go, the day is here and the night is waiting, always waiting.

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[h1][b][color=2956b2]March 21st, 1823[/color][/b][/h1]
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	[@Morose] - It seems the world keeps turning for Virginia and for dear little James, what a relief - for now. The bell of the manor rings and when answered there will be a messenger. Almack's is requesting the presence of the Crypt's long before the event that evening. It seems that they wish to procure the Crypt's skills for this evening. They are wanting to see if Virginia can detect anything within the city before the event beings. They are doing everything they can to ensure the event is safe and secure for the night because of a last minute RSVP of high importance. The actual invitation to the event itself came six weeks ago but it was just for the event itself. This is for actual work. 

	[@Rivaan] - The sun has basically risen but is still low enough in the sky that the shadows are long and the sky is still lit with oranges and pinks. More people are coming to life from the night before and starting to emerge from their homes. Jeanette is getting the usual looks from passerby but right now Hyde Park is thankfully mostly empty. It will not reach it's height of crowds until closer to brunch. After a time Jeanette is approached by a young lad dressed in finery but it is clear that is a handmedown and is frayed at the edges. He looks at her oddly before holding out a piece of paper folded and sealed with wax. "Was told I might find ya here," he says before pulling on his vest pockets. "And I should await an answer." Seems Almacks is also sending word for you. They are hoping that you might be willing to come over and ensure that their Presence Guards are up to snuff and with it is an actual invitation to the event itself - something you had not be privy to before.  

	[@mnkee] - When you arrive in London, you are met at the gates of Jericho and handed a rolled up scroll of paper. It welcomes you to the city and tells of how those hosting the event at Almacks are looking forward to you attending tonight's event. It is the usual drudgery and attitude that comes from them normally when they welcome all out of town guests who are attending, with a hint of aires to it that are both reassuring and demeaning at the same time in regards your limited field of vision and how steps have been taken to try to ensure that you shall not be inconvenienced by low lighting. It may leave you wondering if they are trying to be kind or just making another uncouth stab at you. Either way, it is delivered and you are allowed into the city of London itself. Coming in from the south and having to move North through the city at this time of day should not prove too cumbersome. 

	[@Sigil] - Just as Mary is leaving the Abby she is stopped by one of the many nuns there, pulling out a notice from within the folds of her cassock and handing it over to you. "It came late in the night but I had all bu forgotten it, do forgive me and Godspeed my dear," she says before toddling off back into the Abby proper. Almack's is at it again, requesting Mary to come not only to the location before the event to bless the grounds (They have no idea that just isn't possible for a place that is proper only in their eyes) but to also attend the event that evening in hopes of keeping any of the dwindling number of Soulless from getting passed the security. There is also a small note about propriety being upheld. They really must not know who they are dealing with. 

	[@Lauder] - The butcher procures you a wonderful piece of lamb and does the usual pleasantries, inquiring if the Father will be attending the large event that evening at Almack's. It seems nearly all of London is a buzz about it and that many of the market folk have been working with Almack's to acquire everything needed - from musicians, to food, to spirits, and more. It is looking to be one of the largest events of the Season. The Father would have received his invitation for the event six weeks prior. A common occurrence for him to receive one to most any event during the Season, whether or not he knows the people attending,being a man of the cloth and single - he is fodder for mothers looking to marry off their older daughters or bluestockings. 

	[@Pundii] - You will reach London about the same time as Fyror, being only a few carriages behind him in the line and as with him you will receive a letter on arrival to the gate about the upcoming event. Yours is a tad more kind and less condescending but there it is nonetheless. Roads are pretty much as they were for Fyror as you make your way through the city to your destination. The event will not being until that evening so there is plenty of time to get settled in, bathed, and ready for the evening - as well as time to do whatever else you may wish before then most likely.  

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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent turned her head sharply as she heard Gerard's voice and a soft smile came to her lips as she rose from her place and palmed the book in her hands before her. Curtsying slightly she lowered her head and rose it again to meet his eyes with her own. It was not an uncommon practice when it was Gentry speaking with Gentry or Peers but for a Lady of the House to curtsy and bow her head to someone who was a lower social class than her own was unheard of and frowned upon but it was still something Millicent did each time she greeted Gerard, something to show the respect she had for him despite his class standing. [color=0072bc]Mr. Connolly, good morning to you,"[/color] she said in a gentle voice as her fingers curled around her copy of Pride and Prejudice. 

	[color=0072bc]"Quite correct, I must ensure that my presentation skills are honed like any other. Who better to listen than one that cannot interrupt my practicing? I would be terribly amiss if I were to stumble over my own words when in tutelage with you Mr. Connolly."[/color] Artemus nudged her gently and she laughed with a light air as she pushed his snout back a bit and gave him a bit of a pat with her hand, running her fingers through his mane careful not to snag the long hairs. [color=0072bc]"I do hope he finds the time together as enjoyable as I."[/color]

	Seeing Gerard hold out the flowers to her, she felt her lips parting slightly as her jaw threatened to go limp. Tightening up a bit she slipped the book into the pocket of her morning dress and reached out for them, the smile on her lips growing as she took them and let her fingers caress the soft petals. [color=0072bc]"Such simple beauty and I am at a loss for words to express my gratitude at its fullest Mr. Connolly. After the darkness of my dreams this past night, their color is a welcome burst of color in this world. Thank you so very much."[/color] Her voice was clear and tinged with a sweet sorrow as she spoke before she realized that the simple gift of flowers was affecting her more than they should have. The dream coming back to her mind, she sighed inwardly before clearing her throat a bit and looking back up at Gerard and forcing a simple curl of her lips to him. 

	"Milli!!!" a screeching voice called out from the second story window. It seemed Mrs. Wyndham was awake and already poking her nose into the world. Rolling her eyes, Milli stepped out from the stable and looked up towards her step-mothers window and waved her hand which held the flowers. "Millicent Wyndham, you need to be preparing for this evenings event, not traipsing around the stables as if you were a lowly milk maid. No wonder you cannot turn the head of any man of title. I will not have you riding in the carriage this evening if you smell of steeds and hay."

	[color=0072bc]"Yes mother..."[/color] she said as she lowered her hand and held the flowers close to her breast. 

	"Who was daft enough to send you such paltry petals?" her step mother grumbled from her window and Milli groaned under her breath before plastering a smile on her lips. 

	[color=0072bc]"They were a most welcome gift from Mr. Connolly this morning,"[/color] she said in a fiery tone. 

	"You mustn't say such things Milli or you will left with no prospects but those of the titleless such as Mr. Connolly. I will not have it."

	[color=0072bc]"You needn't worry mother. Mr. Connolly wouldn't dare try to seek my affections."[/color]

	"Right you are."

	[color=0072bc]"He would not want to sully his reputation by being tied by marriage to your scandalous lips,"[/color] Milli spat coldly. It had the wanted outcome, Mrs. Wyndham scoffing loudly before stepping back and slamming her window panes shut. Shaking her head Milly turned around and looked towards Gerard with a sorrowful expression. [color=0072bc]"Please do forgive my families and my own impertinence Mr Connolly. I am most thankful for the flowers and your tolerance for our impropriety. Excuse me."[/color] Sighing Milli turned and began her walk towards the backdoors of the kitchen.