[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: Library -> Laboratory (Attic) 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine stood there and waited for Dr. Swamp to come into the room with her. Watching the way he looked around once he entered and gingerly handing over the volume of text once he held his hands out for it. Pulling her hands back she bit her bottom lip slightly as she listened and watched him. It seemed that he was able to at least discern what was on the papers where she was not. There was much she questioned about this evening, even if he was truly a doctor but the way he was able to handle the body and what was held within it. The way he spoke about what he was reading. It lent a heavy amount of truth to what he was. He had to at least be educated in the arts, didn't he? He was better about things than others she had seen in the past and while he hadn't needed to exactly heal anyone as of yet, not that she had personally seen only heard, he was able to instruct her well enough to be able to lend a healing aide to him personally.

	Looking around the room she shrugged slightly. [color=a187be]"I dare not try to conceive what all could be held within these volumes,"[/color] she said before looking back over towards Dr. Swamp. [color=a187be]"Nor what they would do to us should they find us within these walls and outside of the Laboratory,"[/color] she added with worry lacing her voice. And it was in her eyes as well, even in the low light of the lantern they had. [color=a187be]"We should make haste and either put distance between us and these rooms or return before the other does and discovers our dalliances,"[/color] she said as she motioned towards the door. Sighing, she would like to know more but above that she did wish to keep her heart beating. Stepping back out of the room she looked around in the Laboratory and waited for Dr. Swamp to join her if he should so chose. 
	
[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]A Little Light: Part 2[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
	[color=ed1c24][i]*Remember, roll request can be placed at the bottom of the post and results will be posted in the next update. While the door is open now, it is still dark - so rolls will be needed to move around. Those with low light will get bonuses to moving around and such with their rolls.[/i][/color]

	Those still in the confinement room are going to have a harder time moving due to lack of light. Those who have moved to the room beyond have a little light coming in from the 3 windows but as it is night and snowing, it is not much. Those with low light do have some advantage as stated before. 

	Now, for those that called for rolls this last round. Blush is going to have no issue getting through the room and out the door into the other room without issue. Rave, isn't having such a good time. Her leg is stiffened up from stabbing herself, poor thing. So as she goes to stand and move, it will go out on her and make her drop to the floor. She will be able to get back to her feet this round but will take the remaining part of the round to get okay standing again without wanting to drop once again. Moss, will stumble slightly but will manage to keep his feet and be able to get out of the room this round as well. 

	No one is hearing anything on the floor from other areas in the attic. This is good most likely as it means there isn't anyone else coming up to check on you all as of yet but time is passing and one would think someone would be back shortly. Do note that the rooms are getting colder, quickly now. 
[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: Stairs (2nd Floor) -> Pantry (1st Floor)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Now where Titian is, he is hearing some talk outside of where he is on the second floor now and he isn't wanting to stick around and listen. It is getting colder and he would much rather be somewhere warm. Save finding a woman to curl up to he opts to see if going down another flight of stairs could pay off in that. Slowly, he moves, step by step to ensure he doesn't trip and fall. He has gotten this far without knowingly being detected and he would like to keep it that way. Refusing to fully lift a foot as he goes down the stairs, he lets them feel along to the edge of each step once again before lowering it to the next. And while doing this keeping his hands against the walls to catch himself if a bad situation starts to get worse. 

	Thankfully, to him, he does manage to get down another set of stairs and into a lamp lit room. Though it is only an oil lamp left in the room and not one of the wall gas lights. He still is not seeing any signs that the gas is working again. But he ain't complaining about where he turned up. The room has some warmth to it and it smells wonderful. Looking around he finds he is in the pantry. [color=f26522]"Food,"[/color] he whispered under his breath as he reached out and picked up a wrapped bundle. Opening it to find bread. Placing some in his mouth he chews and looks around some more. Hey, if one has a chance to fill the hump, one does just that. For all he knows this is his last fucking meal. Oh hey, cheese and fruit. Jackpot. Now, where's some wine?