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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] [color=f7976a]"How do you feel about drawing and quartering someone?"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick asked as she moved up the stairs with Maeve and Charles. Charles was happy to show the new woman to her room but wasn't too happy when his aunt dismissed him and told him to go play. That was until she planted the idea that frogs loved swimming in soup. It was getting close to lunch time and Sally knew that their guest would be taking her lunch in her room and she only ever ate soup at lunch. This seemed to put a skip in the boys step as he rushed off. 

	Once her and Maeve were in Maeves quarters she shut the door behind her and clicked her cane against the ground. [color=f7976a]"My quarters are adjacent to yours."[/color] Motioning towards the double doors at one end of Maeves room. [color=f7976a]"Breakfast is at 6, morning tea at 10, lunch at 1, afternoon tea at 4, supper at 7."[/color] she said as she pulled a piece of paper from her coat pocket, it had a broken wax seal on it. Looking down at it she reread it before slipping it back into her pocket. [color=f7976a]"You are here because of the oaf downstairs but you work for me. I will let you settle in."[/color] Turning she left the room and shut the door behind her. 

	It was a good ten minutes before a knock came to the door. "May I enter?" It was Thomas.

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Game to play, we love to play, we love the games. As with all games one must reset the board. You can't just keep playing once the king is captured. You have to start over to protect the king or save the queen. God save the queen? Why save the queen? The black queen, not the white. Or was it white and not black? Black and white, wrong or right, write, black ink or red ink, black queen, red queen. No red queen. Cover the white queen, make her red, paint her red. Paint the roses red. Blood was never fun. 

	Insanity ran rampant but it wasn't running away. Never run away. Why run away? Run to. An eye to Mr. Talk. An eye to the wall. Moving through like little pieces. Each piece, little soldiers, one, two, three, keep moving, keep counting. One side of the wall, the other side of the wall. A grin, a move, back to the wall, move the growth, play the game, reset the board. Watch the wall close. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Not mad, just glad,"[/color] Ludwig said as he pushed his glasses up his face and watched the wall start to close back. He gave a look towards Thalken with a grin. [color=fdc68a]"Not stupid, you care Mr. Talk."[/color] He gave an insane chortle before skipping back and catching up with the front of the circus, jumping back on the wagon he was assigned to and pulling out his journal. Oh he had much to write. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] The seas are calm and the winds are good. Was travel this good the night before? One could only hope it wasn't as to slow Rutherford down but at least if it was as good as it is now they were not losing more time. It gave hope. At this rate they would make good time to Port Annan. What happened once they reached Scotland was anyones guess. Every seemed to be going well as they reached further from the coast to get better winds, all but something a tad off. There seemed to be some sort of static in the air. 

	"That's odd," the Captain said as he rubbed the back of his neck where the hairs were standing up. The compass seemed to be pointing in an off direction and if anyone had a pocketwatch, it wouldn't be ticking. Did it just run down?

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] [color=a187be]"Any information is useful, none of it vasteful, thank you,"[/color] she said towards Virginia and then turned to thank Mary as Myska was starting to look more like himself. [color=a187be]"Ve make haste, north,"[/color] she said but she left the route up to Sister Mary. She knew the country better than the Grand Duchess. 

	Climbing up on Myska she got settled and waited for Mary and Virginia to do the same. Once they had she waited for Mary to take the lead. They had to hurry but what were they rushing to she wasn't sure anymore. Something was pressing them north, maybe Millicent was just an excuse to keep trucking in that direction but Elizaveta would not question gods guiding hand. She would keep moving north until the signs told her to go in another direction. God had yet to let her down. She was in England because of a vision.