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[img]https://s2.postimg.org/wlogxtv09/virginia_aesthetic2.png[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Crypt Townhouse Near the Strand, London
[hider=House and Description][img]https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2621/3928496504_fab1dba590.jpg[/img][center]The Crypts purchased the house ages ago, as their dear friend's practice was nearby. He was an undertaker. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. Alfred manages the household affairs, as the townhouse was originally used for attending events of the season, as well as to be present for public executions. Virginia takes a professional interest in them. That should hardly surprise you either.[/center][/hider][/center][hr][hr]	Virginia tilted her head slightly. She couldn't help but ponder how a plant from the Banat could have turned up in the garden. Had any of the extended family been visiting from the east, she supposed that could have been a suitable explanation. Yet Virginia was not aware of any such persons. [color=9999ff]"I do thank you for sharing this information with me,"[/color] Virginia said, seemingly unbothered by the extreme fear that Peter displayed. [color=9999ff]"I am not too surprised at the news of a bad omen. The East Wind brings many plights and leaves destruction in its wake."[/color] She had been taught from a young age that the East Wind brought destruction and from what Virginia understood, there were similar references in the Bible to such a nature. 

	[color=9999ff]"Yet I have several questions for you. Once we have eliminated the impossible, we then might glimpse at the truth,"[/color] Virginia began. [color=9999ff]"First, I understand that this Globe Thistle was discovered this morning. Yet plants grow. Could it have been planted previously and only now began to bloom? Or would some person have had to plant an already grown Globe Thistle as recently as the previous evening?"[/color]

	[color=9999ff]"Second, dear Peter, what else did you notice in the garden? I know that all of the other plants have perished. Did you find any other objects that did not belong? Perhaps, have you noticed someone in the garden that is not normally there? And third, do you have any inclination as to what caused the rest of the plants to wither in such a manner? Do not fret if you do not. I may procure some samples and attempt to determine that cause in the basement later this day."[/color] Of course, she had little experience with determining what killed plants. Her experiments in the basement were simple chemistry experiments or examinations of the deceased. She was a curious person by nature. And while Virginia loved tales of the macabre, she often found that logic could be applied to them. The knowledge of a horrible truth was just as riveting to her as the omens of a terrible demise. [hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/nvq4ksl7p/maeve.png[/img]
[img]https://s2.postimg.org/88devw7h5/Regency_Chloe_12.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]	The news that the parson was capable of dancing took Maeve by surprise. She had doubted that he would be capable of any such activities without committing a great deal of arson by accident. Why, she would have willingly believed that Scotland had passed a law banning the parson from dancing in any sort of matter in order to protect its citizens. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or gasp when Nigel confirmed a lingering suspicion of hers. She had caught the fancy of the parson--the fancy of a Protestant, none the less.

	[color=ff6600]"Yer man does seem ter 'av an odd sort av luk,"[/color] Maeve said finally. The parson wasn't traditionally lucky, yet he hadn't gotten killed despite all of his clumsiness. Any other individual, Maeve figured, likely would have tripped over the wrong person and ended up dead in the river by the next morning. It seemed to be only by the grace of God that the parson still lived. 

	Yet she had nothing to say as to Nigel's suspicions that the parson fancied her. Nothing seemed to be apt to say in that conversation so instead, she simply enjoyed the morning meal that Nigel had brought her. It was a treat that she doubted she would ever had the chance to eat again, though she also could not help but think of how much her daughter would enjoy the pineapple. Taste was one of Roisin's stronger sensations.