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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 nodded, listening to Peter's explanations. She would have imagined a soulless was responsible, yet she had never heard of any that would cause such a chill. A freeze, as Peter mentioned, was impossible. They would have both noticed it and it would have taken far longer. Then Virginia mused as to whether or not a human could be responsible for such destruction, yet once more, she found the chance to be slim. It would require technology beyond their time or training that did not yet exist. 

	[color=9999ff]"That is most curious,"[/color] Virginia agreed. [color=9999ff]"Yet do not worry yourself so, dear Peter. It will do you no favors. Any mystery devised by mortal minds can be solved therewith. Those samples shall be a great help,"[/color] Virginia added. Beyond the samples, her only large clue was the origin of the plant--the Banat. Either a soulless or a trained individual was responsible for the state of the garden, Virginia surmised. Yet it could not be either of the three soulless she knew of nor the skills from the countries that England sent their children to train in. 

	[color=9999ff]"I shall make some inquiries after the morning meal,"[/color] Virginia informed Peter. [color=9999ff]"Once you have attained any samples you can find, as well as any other oddities, please do not hesitate to interrupt us."[/color] Virginia then gave Peter a kind nod before departing, heading through the manor until she reached James and Alfred. James was already seated at the table with Alfred standing by, causing Virginia to shake her head slightly. 

	[color=9999ff]"Will you not join us, dear Alfred?"[/color] Virginia requested. 

	"It would not be proper, my lady," Alfred said, politely declining. His main motivation was the fact that he figured on any given day, there was a decent chance that one of the Crypts had poisoned the food. Alfred had survived so long in the Crypt household for a reason, after all. [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]	Maeve attempted to stifle her laughter by covering her mouth and was largely successful with the parson's first fuddle of the day. However, by the time he fell straight to the floor, missing the chair entirely, she could not help but giggle slightly at his antics. If she had not observed his clumsiness the previous evening and knew it to be genuine, she perhaps would have entertained the notion that it was all an act. However, instead she could not help but ponder if the man was constantly bruised, with the way he flailed about all over the place. 

	[color=ff6600]"So'tiz indeed a blessed day...though I am not sure 'oy yer can discern dat from de floor,"[/color] Maeve replied, smiling in spite of herself. She would have offered the man a hand to support himself with had she not been certain that it would only result in her falling to the floor as well. Maeve finished her breakfast and then turned her attention to Nigel. [color=ff6600]"Dat wus gran', really. Thank ye,"[/color] Maeve said kindly. She doubted she'd ever get a chance to eat pineapple again in her life. 

	But of course, she did have the prospect of shopping for a new wardrobe to focus on. She had grown up in poverty and never had much of a chance to procure nice clothing. The nicest clothing the Brennan family owned were generally stolen from shops or deemed as "tribute" for protection. And if Maeve were to procure fine pieces of clothing, she would be tempted to get them for Roisin. The fact that her daughter would grow out of them in less than four months had stopped her before from spending the last of her money on a gown for dear Roisin.