Morose

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: the Wyndham Estate (Physically)

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The process of chankoowashtay has always interested Virginia. One might venture to say she had been obsessed with it, the only reason that she trained herself in both it and sokw. As she closed her eyes and entered the between, Virginia opened her mind's eye. Free of her body, she glided practically, able to observe as she wished. Not many could claim to have seen their own still form, or notice the reactions of a dear friend as they drifted away. But now was not the time for such pleasantries. She had a vow to her dear friend to attend to--the insurance of the protection of the Wyndham Estate.

As her mind drifted, she took in the scene at Hyde Park. The constables were questioning as to the whereabouts of the corpse, with frightened ladies and gents fleeing from the area. In Virginia's experience, it was not unusual for the constables of London to be absolutely baffled. However, that was not what caught her attention. She drifted towards the edge of the park, noting the dark fog vacating the premises. As far as she could venture, it was going in the way of Almack's--unfortunately, out of the range of the far safer trance.

But she glimpsed something else quite peculiar. She took a professional interest in the dead, attending every public hanging she could, and listening eagerly to tales of the soulless. Yet she had never quite noticed this before. A grey tint had attached itself to the corpse, almost like a smaller fog. Yet as they vacated the one mile mark, Virginia stopped. A switch in the middle would be draining, but most importantly, sokw was quite deadly.

And so, Virginia returned her mind to Wyndham Manor, and awoke herself from the trance. "My dear friend, there is going to be a tragedy at Almack's tonight," Virginia declared. "There is something peculiar about the corpse of the departed woman as well. Yet it exceeds the range of chankoowashtay. I must turn to sokw. And if I do not return, I have given Alfred instructions to allow you to become James' guardian, if you wish." Her tone had an air of practicality to it, and without waiting more than another minute, Virginia reentered a trance, yet this time, she selected sokw.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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The adrenaline coursing through Cecily had started to die down, and she chuckled weakly as Dr. Brinne helped her onto the steel table. It'd be convenient, she couldn't help but thinking, if she died on that table. They wouldn't have to move her body at all to examine it. She never could quite imagine her body on the slab, but with Natasha helping her down, she didn't have to imagine it anymore.

"No goo," Cecily replied, smiling lightly. She winced as the bandage was removed, feeling the raw pain of the wound. As Natasha informed her that the wound was deep, and the doctor brought over the x-ray, Cecily tried to motivate herself to stay alert, and focused on anything but the pain. Her hands were shaking, and it was all she could do to mutter things to herself under her breath. The Kimmy Schmidt intro credit song worked for a little bit, but to be truthful, she couldn't wait for the bullet to be removed.

She almost explained to the doctor what happened, but the thought of dragging another person into this...Roy! Her mind accelerated for a moment, and Cecily removed her phone from her pocket with her other hand, and typed out a quick text. She trusted him to take care of Caesar's vehicle, but she intentionally left out her current location, and where they were heading.

Shot. Need you to pick up the trike. -C.A.

After she sent the text, Cecily dropped her phone at her side. She didn't feel like trying to get it into her pocket, and with Natasha taking X-rays of the wound, she wanted to remain as still as she could be. She hummed the Big Bang Theory intro to herself, trying to focus on anything but the immense pain in her shoulder.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building

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For a seemingly insane woman, Jenny Green left hardly a trace. Iris couldn't find any sort of public record on the woman, and with no posts online, she appeared to not exist. But this mystery woman had sparked this change in Cynthia--this sudden insistence of calling herself Valentine, and beginning to paint in red anew. It was then that a horrible thought occurred to Iris. Perhaps this Jenny Green was the individual on the conspiracy site--the government cover up killing in the 90's.

She would have been at the appropriate age, Iris thought grimly. The doctor's notes had suggested Jenny to be an older aunt. This Jenny Green could have been the person responsible for the massacre...but the entire thing seemed a bit ridiculous to Iris. A government killer visiting her patient? And telling Cynthia all of her secrets? She was a psychologist. She helped treat the manias of these poor women--not subscribe to them herself.

Still, it couldn't hurt to make a note of her find. Iris neatly wrote the information down on a piece of paper, her eyes flickering over at the email. The site owner was coming to her within the hour. And here she was, stuck with what appeared to be a pseudonym. Against her better judgment, Iris closed her files and placed them away, and went to the orderlies.

"I need to speak with Cynthia MacMillan, s'il vous plait," Iris requested, smiling slightly. "It's a bit urgent."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Egyptian Museum ---> Heading to Garden City

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The guard frowned, perhaps a bit uncomfortable with Nora's request. He explained to her that they didn't have any guards to spare, but his eyes fell upon a tall figure behind her. As Nora turned, her stomach already filled with dread, her suspicions were proved to be most correct. The rough form of Mr. Drake came into her line of sight, and as if he had forgotten the commotion that occurred with Vera, he flashed a grin at Nora.

"I'll take you home," Mr. Drake offered, with a bit of a wink. "If that's okay with you, Eleanor."

It took all of Nora's strength to not do more than grimace. While she did not enjoy being called Lady Kingston, and preferred Miss Kingston, Mr. Drake saying her given name caused her to become most uncomfortable. Rarely anyone called her by her Christian name. But at the prospect of practicality, Nora recognized the logic in having an escort to her rooms in Garden City. And truth be told, Nora did not feel like playing the damsel in distress that evening, especially after the most peculiar events at the Nile.

"Thank you, Mr. Drake," Nora said, her voice hardly above a whisper. "That is most kind of you." However, it was clear that her words were stated for appearances, without any true feeling behind them. William hardly seemed to care, cracking jokes and attempting to be the ladies' man he always assumed himself to be as he escorted Nora to Garden City.

Caused by his insolent behavior, Nora could not help but feel moved to slap the man. It seemed to be an American fixation, this gaudy and horrible set of mannerisms. Nora did not care for the overly complex rules of British society, but the nastiness of Americans appalled her even more. It was for that reason, perhaps, that Nora detested Fannie, her eldest brother's wife.

"Take a look at that one," Mr. Drake nudged, whistling lowly as they spotted Aziza and Harry on the streets. Nora recalled meeting them at the museum, yet she was conflicted as to whether or not to approach them. The bell continued to ring, and Nora abhorred social interaction. She much preferred to be alone, and with Mr. Drake's strong need for conversation and uncouth remarks, she could not focus her mind on the work ahead of her.

"Perhaps you would find a more eager conversation partner in them, Mr. Drake," Nora suggested, not looking at the man.

"I'll find some sort of partner, that's for sure," Mr. Drake agreed. Nora scoffed and rolled her eyes. She was beginning to regret not simply asking the escaped prisoner to escort her to her residence. It would have been much more preferable company.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 5

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I'll have a post up tomorrow evening at the latest. Lab prep took longer that expected.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

I'll have a post up tomorrow evening at the latest. Lab prep took longer that expected.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'll have a post up tomorrow evening at the latest. Lab prep took longer that expected.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

I'll have a post up tomorrow evening at the latest. Lab prep took longer that expected.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Sigil But Jack has plot armor! But he also has a fiancée :P And Jack won't have much to say, he'd accept the drink offer.

(Oh and Chloe's good too)

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Engine Room

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Had Dorothy not been able to keep her cool under pressure, she likely would have had a few choice words for Lionel. With their mechanic injured, it wasn't the appropriate time for sarcasm. It was the very least she could do to remain in an upright position and attentive to her patient, what with the shaky maneuvers the ship struggled to remain intact to perform. With one hand, Dorothy gripped the wall, and with the other, she tended to her patient, her medical kit gripped between her knees.

"You're going to be right as rain, Gideon," Dorothy promised, her voice even, and a slight smile on her face. She worked as efficiently and painlessly as she could, removing the burned and tattered clothing from Gideon's leg, and then applying a hydrogel dressing. Until they were out of danger and she'd be able to move him to the medical bay, there wasn't much else that she could do.

Taking the gauze out next, Dorothy lightly wrapped Gideon's leg, in order to keep the dressing in place. "Keep your leg still, please," Dorothy advised. She wasn't quite certain how bad the damage was to Gideon's leg--if luck decided to go against him, he might need tissue removal, in order to get proper healing. And Dorothy knew quite well that they couldn't afford to have their mechanic out of commission for that long.