[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/96429515c1cb29b0a9c8df776bd35db9/tumblr_inline_o7zndnuPku1qgrm3t_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dining Hall, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Etiquette, House[/center][hr]
	Listening to Colette, Millicent found herself smiling slightly. It was good that Colette had someone willing to be there for her. It reminded her of one she was close to that seemed to be willing to do anything for her she asked. Dear Mr. Connolly had always been there for her since he was hired by her father. He seemed to endure through everything her mother had thrown at him, no matter how the woman spoke to him or treated him he continued. She never doubted that as each morning came that he would be there and she would have someone to speak with for the day. He was uncommonly kind and seemed to always know when she needed gentle word of reassurance. 

	Then the smile faded at the thought that she might never be able to see him again or speak to him as they once did. Soon she would be wed, and she doubted her new husband would allow her such freedoms as to wander down to a stable to speak with the stable hand. More than that, would Richard even allow her to keep Mr. Connolly and the rest of her own staff? Or would she be forced to use his staff. What of her family, even if her mother and sister did not get along with her they were still family. Would she see them? So many questions came through her mind. 

	Looking over to Colette she forced the smile to return. [color=0072bc]"Such a person that you can count on is a wonderful thing to have."[/color] It was all she could think to say without bringing too much attention to herself. Richard and Thomas were speaking on ships and trade. Ships... her father. Once married Rutherford would take over, she could only hope that he wouldn't ruin them. Perhaps he would let her continue working as she had been, she did know the business, she had been running it. 

	For now that would have to wait as the course changed and ore food was brought out. It was the second of seven, this was going to be a long evening but that was how these things went. The plating was small, as to not fill one up too quickly, they were slow to allow for speaking, and they were many to ensure by the time you finished you wanted to do nothing but crawl into bed and sleep until it was digested. (This was also why so many kitchens had to remain open all night for once you woke in the middle of the darkest hours your stomach was ready for more. Rich foods filled you but kept you wanting more.) Good thing they were not in Rome...

	[color=0072bc]"Do you have any plans while you are in the city or are you open?"[/color] Millicent eventually asked as the courses were changed out. She was trying to keep the speak light and easy for now, at easy as she could make it that was. It was hard, she wanted to tell Colette a few things but they were nothing she could speak of there in front of Rutherford. Or Thomas for that matter. While she had dealt with him before she was not sure she could trust him to speak her mind freely. So much was up in the air and she had to play it carefully. The only reason she felt she could tell Colette was because the woman was not a local. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gplyIpm81rpswil.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Her Private Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Diplomacy[/center][hr]
	As the Grand Duchess changed she began to wonder to herself how they were going to be able to get away without being noticed. And now there was the added issue that Virginia did not have skill with riding. This would mean a slight change of plans. They couldn't just the three of them take a mount and rush off. Granted Veta couldn't just take any mount. She couldn't ride a horse, she didn't have the skill for it but she did have a skill, a certain skill, a particular set of skills. One that involved a tiger and Myska was as close a companion as she could have in the four legged furry kind. It wasn't that she could ride, it was that Myska would not let her fall. It was one thing for him to carry her or to carry small children but two women that would be too much. 

	[color=a187be]"You are most velcome. Ve vill leave the papers here, Sister Sophia vill find them vhen she checks in here later. If ve are lucky it vill ot be until then that it is discovered that ve have departed."[/color] Yes, departing. And Mary was bringing up some wonderful points. The Red hair was rare. Granted not as rare as the woman might think. There were others in the Circus with red hair, and plenty with much stranger colors they had given themselves. Hair would not cause too much attention t be paid. At least not as much as a nun walking around with weapons would. Now that was a horse of a different color. 

	[color=a187be]"Da, a distraction, that was vhy I thought to send the one knovn as Thalken to Master Ludvig. If anyone vithin these tents vould drav attention to themselves it vould be that interesting German fellov. That and one other thing...."[/color] she said as a small smile came to her lips. It seemed that the woman had been up to more than just putting on a good show during the presentation. Elizaveta thought back...

	[i]Everyone was preparing and there was little time left. With the arrival of Virginia, with the vision of Millicent, so much had changed. She knew she had to leave and with Mary at her side, if not more. But no matter who came with her there was more that could not, there was an entire circus that could not know she had left until it was far too late to stop her. For she loved her people, her family within the Circus, she would not put them at more risk. Not wanting them to come to hard played along side the fact that if they knew travel with the Circus would be far slower than just a small party. 

	So the Grand Duchess had gotten to work. The woman didn't have many of the skills that most in the Circus did but she had watched them enough times to know what things triggered things going wrong. Such as lamps in the wrong place and ropes just far enough out of reach to not catch fire but to dry slowly and become brittle enough to finally snap at the most inopportune time.[/i]

	[color=a187be]"Hurry, please, it vill not be long until ve have such a distraction, ve vill have to move quickly,"[/color] she said as she finished pulling her boots on and quickly moved over towards Myska. [color=a187be]"Ve go out the back, to the back of the city where the stables are, retrieve your horse and then ride north. Mary, please make sure Virginia is vith you, Myska cannot carry both myself and another adult,"[/color] she explained as she through a dark and worn cloak on and pulled it over her golden hair, tucking it back. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/bafe4c13feabe5bacbec42e6df398537/tumblr_inline_ni5h1koBRY1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Food Table, Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries, Kielkropf[/center][hr]
	Beets, beets, the magical fruit. The more you eat the more you toot. The more you toot the better you feel. Make sure to eat beets at every meal. Wait, beets weren't fruit, they were a vegetable. They could make you toot though. Oh yes, toot away. Like on a trumpet or a trombone or even on a tranhozzenfangle. Oh and there you could have a beet, a sick beat, poor unfed harvested beat, yes, drop that sick beet and tap your feet. 

	And so the man did, standing there as his thoughts went off into cloud that would have been pink and purple and full of garblesnatchers if there were such things. Maybe there were, there could be. A dance and a dip and a toe tap, dropping that sick beet, not beat. Maybe meat, oh yeah meet - he needed to meet someone. Wait he did. He met Mr. Talk. 

	[color=fdc68a]"You spoke! Yes to that! I hear you Mr. Talk. I heard you. Yes. No games but we could play a game. games are most fun and will not make you mad,"[/color] he said as he drummed his fingers along his journal. He was still dancing, it was amazing he hadn't rolled his ankles as of yet. Was the mans body made of rubber?

	[color=fdc68a]"They do not like mad people so perhaps a game of Natcklewangle in a moment. I could so for a good game of Natcklewangle. When we are done."[/color]

	Done but done with what. What was there do to but to eat and play games - all sorts. Perhaps the man needed a spoon full of sugar to help the medicine go down. Did he need medicine? Perhaps but right then the mans face looked like he had just taken a large dose of Bobblegarble. Most foul that stuff was, could choke a dead calf and a half. And make one bend, to bend and to turn, to turn and to bend, bend until one broke, you would need to be mended then. Mend, Amends!

	[color=fdc68a]"Amends, two mends, three mends go, to and fro, stop ad go, that's what makes the world go round, in and out, thin and stout, that's what at makes the world go around. For every high there is a low, for every too there is a fro and that's what makes the world go round!"[/color] Ludwig sung. 
	
	The man would have kept singing but it was cut short as the loud sound of a rope snapping somehow managed to echo through the tent. Then there was another. And another. And then suddenly the big top came down. Thankfully it was just the lower layers of cloth that were used to hide what lay above between shows and during set ups but it was enough to be heavy and make it nearly impossible to move. Tent fabric wasn't exactly light weight. Ludwig looked up as the stripes of fabric came washing down. [color=fdc68a]"Well isn't this maddening, we should amend this..."[/color] he said as he flittered and flashed into a fairy and flew beneath the table of food where he found his two little friends eating and speaking of pirates. [color=fdc68a]"I am A Tinker and this is a cave of wonders!"[/color]		

	It was all in good fun - for them at least. For everyone else it was a cluster fuck. [color=a187be]"Nov, go, move quickly,"[/color] Elizaveta said before darting out of the back of the tent with Myska at her side.