[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Laboratory (Attic) 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom, Dexterity
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Whatever she was doing, it seemed to be working for the man. At least it seemed to be in her eyes. What he was really doing was a guess to her. This wasn't something that she really knew anything about. The human body wasn't exactly something that got her attention, at least not the insides. Though the playing seemed to help her as well. It was at least keeping her focused on something other than the cracking of bones and slicing of flesh, and organs. Oh god, organs. Sure she had seen bodies before, sure she had seen animals before but this was different. This was a body on a table being cut open to figure things out, not an animal being cleaned to eat. This was a person. Okay, keep playing, don't throw up. Focus on the music. Was she going green in the face?

	Gasping as the lights went out the music stopped suddenly. She both scared that the lights suddenly went dark and relieved that she could no longer see the body. She followed the instructions of Quinton and didn't move, just waiting. Him lighting a lamp helped but the shadows did make things look a bit off, at least it wasn't bright anymore so the details weren't as obvious from where she was standing. She hoped that it was enough for the doctor to continue what he was doing. From the sounds of it, he was making progress or figuring something out. She stayed where she was, letting him do his work and really not wanting to trip over something and perhaps taking a nose dive into the open carcass of the Lord Of The Manor. That would NOT have been a good time, not that any of this evening minus a very select moments had been. She was starting to a feel a bit sick and turning a tad green in her face. 

[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]Hello Darkness My Old Friend[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
	[color=ed1c24][i]* Okay, this has been working well in other Rps, so if you need a roll you can place it at the end of your post or your can PM me the roll request. Only 1 or the other for now until we establish if this helps and works here. [/i][/color]

	With the lights out, the heat they were giving is no more. Now there is still some heat rising from the floors below but as neither the Confinement Room or the Laboratory have fireplaces, it is starting to cool quickly in the rooms. A few more rounds and it is going to get cold, at least the characters will figure this at the rate the temperature is dropping so far. 

	Right now, in the Confinement room, it is dark. No light coming in at first. Now that your eyes are having time to adjust - those who have low light associated skills are being able to pick up a little - thanks to the tiniest bit of light coming in from under the north door where Titian had been standing by earlier. (This is not seen by anyone without a low light type skill as of yet. Their eyes adjust faster. So most are in total darkness currently still.) The music that was coming in from elsewhere is gone. As people are speaking and such, you are unable to hear anything else right now outside of the room. Yet, as of right now, no one has come to check on those of you in confinement. 

	Over in the Laboratory, you have some light thanks to Quinton lighting a lamp. He is making his way around the room, lighting more. He doesn't look like he is going to leave Swamp and Amaranthine alone in the room even with the lights and gas going out. Lighting more lamps and bringing one over to the table where Swamp was working. He tilted his head to the side. "Yeah, go ahead, find out whatever you can," he said to the man before looking over at Amaranthine, she wasn't looking too good to him. "You alright?" he asked. 
	
[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: ? -> ?(Attic)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Whatever plans that Titian had, well they went out the window. Granted, it really like he had a plan. He was more of the type to just act before thinking. Then again, thinking half the time didn't really help him. Just roll with it, rollability. That was what he had to do. People were getting hostile in the other room, pulling weapons, getting worked up: including him. Yeah, exit, stage left when the chance presented itself and that was what he did. Stepping over to the windows he looked out and spotted the Grand Balcony. That must have been where he spotted that pale thing above when they first pulled up to the front. How the hell did whoever it was get the hell out there on the balcony? The windows were sealed and there was no door from what he could tell. 

	Looking left and looking right, he needed to keep moving. Sure, it would have been a great idea to go find Swamp and Amaranthine but apparently his sense of direction wasn't working right then and he headed towards Abandoned Wing side of the Attic floor instead of the Laboratory Side. The door was open to the next room and he walked in. Empty it looked like, no windows, no light save for what was coming in from the windows in the room he just exited. He had to duck down, like he had in the confinement room, as the ceiling was only 6' and he was taller than that. Stopping he waited to see if his eyes would adjust some so he could see. Reaching into his pocket he pulled something out of it and listened.