[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 22nd, 1823[/color][/b][/h1] [img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] Annan [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] Port Annan -> Annan [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] Roughly an hour [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] Dress Shopping [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] Maeve, Calum [hider=My Hider] Calum waits for Maeve to get her things and then heads over to the carriage. The driver takes them to store them on the back while Calum gets into the carriage first. He explains that he isn't trying to be rude, just that he doesn't want to fall into her lap with the luck he has been having as of late. Sure enough his face plants right into what will become Maeve's seat for the journey. The carriage is lovely, opulent even. Much richer than what a pasron should have. On the side is a code of arms - [url=http://www.oocities.org/heartland/6540/crest1.gif]Molded[/url], with the words [i]I mak sikker[/i] - Maeve will know what it is and what is means nearly immediately. From Gaelic it means "I Make Sure" and is the known motto for Clan Kirkpatrick. Now while Clans in Ireland where gone by this time in history - losing out to the law of England and the Church - over in Scotland the Clans remained strong and central. Sure families in Ireland were still proud of their clans and that pride would never die but their power and lands were stripped and gone. Now the Highland Clans of Scotland are still going strong the Lowland Clan are more a title and formality than anything. (Such as the Kirkpatricks) - yet they still strive for power by marriage into other courts - mostly outside of England. In fact, though they hold themselves as nobles they are in fact low borns in the eyes of English Courts. Seeing the Arms Maeve, due to her work in the underworld as it were, will know of the Kirkpatricks. It might not have struck her hard yet but it will now. The clan lost their castle to a sale less than 50 years before but since that time they have gained much power. Not as much as they would like in Scotland but a shit ton in an unlikely place - Spain. William Kirkpatrick, who had a sister that never left Scotland, expatriated from Scotland to go to the New World, married in Spain to a Dutch woman and had children. His Eldest Daughter in fact is María Manuela Kirkpatrick, the Countess of Montijo Spain. Her husband, Count Palafox y Portocarrero whom fought during the Napoleonic wars and was honored by Napoleon. She would also know that the Kirkpatricks are sworn enemies of the Cummings. Now that we have had a bit of a history lesson. We are to get from Port Annan to Annan proper and meet with the dress maker. You have 7 days to complete this. [/hider] [center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] A Dying Duchess [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent Park, London) [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] Each minute is everything [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] Save Veta from certain death [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] Vlad, Constantin, Myska [hider=My Hider] The odds are in your favor for once. The healing goes off and Myska is regaining his strength and alertness. Clawing more and more at the ice to try to break free. There is cracking heard but not where he is... Maybe luck isn't with you. With the creature done, things are warming up but the fog is also breaking! You can see the tent city now! You can even hear it! Now, get Veta out of there! It may already be too late but you won't know until her body is pulled from beneath the now cracking ice. You have 7 days to complete this - go! [/hider] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] Time to go [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] St. Etheldreda's (London) [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] As quickly as possible [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] To get moving to meet Veta for Brunch [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] Sister Mary, Adam [hider=My Hider] This is pretty straight forward and I could embellish to drag this out but I won't. Get food in the boy, get him dressed, get going. Sister Alma has said goodbye at this point, leaving with the rest of the clothing. She makes her way back towards the laundry but hey, butterfly! She goes off in the wrong direction. Typical. Adam holds his things and is saying thank you over and over again before looking at Mary and expressing how hungry he suddenly feels. 7 days! [/hider] [color=2956b2]Case Name:[/color] Death of a Garden [color=2956b2]Location:[/color] Crypt Manor (London) [color=2956b2]Time:[/color] An hour or two [color=2956b2]Reason:[/color] Try to figure why everything died and why only 1 thing grew - well that might have to wait... [color=2956b2]Group:[/color] The Crypts, Peter [hider=My Hider] Time to break out the chemistry set. Virginia is going to want to know what is going on, but hey - curveball headed your way. Peter comes rushing in, covered in dirt, tracking it all over the place. He looks at James for a minute before looking back at Virginia. He informs her that he has found something else out in the garden and he needs her to come with him immediately, without her brother. He expressly forbids it. The man looks like he has seen a ghost. O.o 7 days! [/hider] [b][i][color=2956b2]The Glimmeric:[/color][/i][/b] "Of course," Michael said as he stood there. He would let Frances know soon as he could when the constable arrived but he was going to do his damnedest not to let the constable bother her. Yet he feared that might be an option as one of her girls had been the first to see the body. More and more people were gathering about the place and Thomas was trying to bring the cart around at this time. "People, please, move out of the way. We don't want this corpse rotting away here or worse... turning," he said as a warning. Granted if the body did turn it wouldn't be for days but still the very notion made most of the people either back away or head back to their homes. At least enough had moved so Thomas could bring the cart about. "You, give me a hand," Michael said to Thalken as he spotted the man poking around. He didn't know him but the majority of the people on this street were either beyond thin due to poverty, old, or women. This one seemed the only one strong enough to give Michael a hand in moving the pot bellied dead man. Thomas had barely been good enough in strength and size to move the heavy cart to the front of the street for Michael. Setting down the drawing end of the cart Thomas stepped aside and Michael leaned down, getting a grip under the man's shoulders and eying Thalken to see if he would actually step in and give him a hand or if he was just going to have to heave the fatso into the cart by himself. He could do it, he knew that, he moved large carcasses of beef and pork constantly but it was one thing tossing a dead wrapped cow over your shoulder that was clean and a bloody corpse. [b][i][color=2956b2]Westminster Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] Mrs. Wyndham and Miss Jones looked at Gerard like he had lost his mind. They had never been spoken to like this. Well they had actually, by Mr. Wyndham once and for the very same reason. Yet this was not a husband or step father with money. This was a poor nothing to them who should count himself lucky to have a paying job. Mrs. Wyndham narrowed her eyes and tore into Gerard as loudly and vilely as possible. Berating him for speaking to them like that, for opening his mouth period, for saying a word against them, for speaking of things he knew nothing about. The nurse looked into the room and then rushed back out again, making her way down the hall and up the stairs even as Mrs. Wyndham continued. The woman's shrill carrying up and down the floors like a harpy. "I should fire you this minute!" she finally snapped but she knew in the back of her mind that she couldn't. Not only was the man under contract by her husband and renewed by Millicent - who was in charge of the finances until her father returned or she was wed - but she also knew that no one else would work for them. She had been trying for a long time to find a replacement man about the manor but had found no one. "You are lucky I am feeling generous. Gods grace sparing my life and all. You are docked a months pay!" she spat coldly. Dr. Graham looked over to Fyror and sighed. "I came to you because you are the only member of a family of standing I have seen thus far treat Miss Wyndham with any sort of courtesy or kindness. I know not what we can do though. The banns are not ours to post. They must be posted by the families of those being wed. The Rutherford's and the Wyndham's. If he is going about this the same way he did last time, he won't risk a bann being posted for anyone to protest," he said in an almost defeated voice. "I will do whatever I can to help that poor child, that you can count on," the doctor added before he heard a knock at his door. "Yes?" he asked and the door opened quickly. One of the nurses standing there. "Dr. Graham, please come quick. That lady is bellowing again, this time at one of her house staff I think," she said but she didn't need to. Mrs. Wyndham's voice cut through the air like finger nails over a chalk board. "And if you ever speak to us that way again I will call for a good lashing to your backside. Teach you some manners and how you are to treat your betters!" the woman bellowed. Dr. Graham nodded and rose from his desk. "Well, first things first. Let's visit Mrs. Wyndham..." he said begrudgingly though it wasn't all bad. If Mrs. Wyndham was yelling at one of her personal staff, perhaps they could talk to the person and find out how Millicent was doing this morning. Stepping out of the door he followed the nurse down the stairs and towards the old crones room. "You tell him momma, he keeps spouting off that poor Millicent was defiled by that wonderful Lord. He spreads lies and gossip like I never seen momma," Emma chimed in. Mrs. Wyndham looked like she was about to pop a gasket and a stitch in her side as Dr. Graham walked into the room.