MYCROFT: Oh Sherlock, what do we say about coincidence?
SHERLOCK: The universe is rarely so lazy.
Today, my dears, I would love to tell you a story--but it is a story that you already know. Forget, for a moment, the little Valeska girl running down the streets in another world. Do not fret about Andromeda and her death that almost happened. And please, worry not about the wardrobe, and its peculiar powers! Reflect back, back to just a few months prior--rejoin me in June of the 2016th year, but do take care to leave October and Carolina behind in May. It is not time for their stories to intertwine just quite yet.
No, my children, remember the death of a funny little boy. He was a witch and a tutor, and for the most part, he kept to himself. He sentenced that pretty waitress, Sutton, to death. And with it, Liam's chances of true happiness. Oh, what a lovely little couple they could have been...but it does not help to dwell too much on that. What was the boy's name again? Ah yes.
Daniyal. All names are important in this, my loves. Altsoba? It means constant war, constant conflict, constant loss. And it was the location of the apocalypse. Coventry? Why, a British tale of betrayal and loss--sounds familiar, no? But Daniyal, it means
God is my judge. And ever so fitting, the witch boy is burning in hell, eternally damned for the worst of crimes--for inadvertently causing the apocalypse.
Now Daniyal was murdered, if you do recall, by the demon Mephistopheles. Funny, Marlowe wrote about a demon of that name before in his play. That demon is the very M who has begun the murders, who has started to terrorize this town. O.M.E.N. may pretend that its leaders have not fallen, but they are well and truly dead. Perhaps it was revenge for slaying Lucifer...But why here, why in Coventry?
Why does Jade Cornish still breathe, the person who drove the blade through the devil, and Fiodora and Sal, complete innocents, have perished instead? There is more to this mystery, dears, than simply knowing the identity of your would-be killer...
Good luck. You're in desperate need of it.
December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor Once they reach the fifth floor, Andromeda opens the door, letting Emmie follow her inside. Several of the rooms have had the walls removed, turning the middle of the floor into an expansive family space, along with a kitchen. To the left, there is the bathroom, a laundry area, and a room marked as
Andy's. To the right, there is the master bedroom, as well as a spare room. For the most part, the décor matches the rest of the hotel--if not even more extreme.
"Not just yet--give me a moment," Andromeda explained, as she headed for the large bookshelves in the family space. Her finger drifted among the titles, until she pulled out an extremely thin copy of
Dr. Faustus, a play by Marlowe.
"His name is Mephistopheles," Andromeda said, handing the copy of the play over to Emmie.
"I don't know why or how, but he killed my father..." But before Andromeda can explain much more, the door to the guest room opens, and
a tall, weary looking man emerges. He looks like he has been on the run for months, hardly getting a wink of shuteye. Andromeda smiles softly at him as he shuffles over, in desperate need of coffee.
"Emmie, this is my brother--Detective Walter Hanson."December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor Keenan may as well have been British, as he keeps a stiff upper lip, even as Sera sends him a bit of a nasty glare. Her developing lack of trust in him doesn't seem to bother the agent all too much, and either Aloise wasn't bothered as well, or she didn't notice the oddity behind it. The situation wasn't quite clear. "Altsoba survivahs aren't easy to find," Keenan explained. "Was a bit suhprised to find you lot here in one place."
Aloise nodded in agreement. As far as she could remember, the only other survivors out there who could help would be Hanson and Jade, both of whom had gone radio silent after the apocalypse. And of course, there were the Crypts. But that family could easily do more harm than good.
"Andromeda could be helpful," Aloise agreed.
"It's a historic hotel, after all--maybe she knows something about this wardrobe."December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly As Lilith searches through Folly's small tent, her room so to speak, there are some objects that stick out. On a heap of blankets and rug in the middle, boxes of various teas--some common and some exotic--splay about. There are some mugs as well, more of them chipped than fully in tact. Books cover the ground as well, all of them likely stolen from libraries or from bookstores. The circus paid for room and board--it didn't always cover much else.
A few minutes after Lilith enters the tent, she'll hear the flap brush open, and someone let out a sigh. "She's such a disappointment, you know. Always so...
boring," Boris chuckled, pulling his curly green hair back. He picked up a notebook from the ground, flipping through his daughter's writing as he hummed cheerily to himself. Tossing it aside, he laughed a bit at Lilith, having guessed at her efforts. "You wanna be my friend?" he asked, cackling even more to himself.
December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic A well dressed man climbs up into the attic, taken visibly aback when he spots Eudora and Liam. Clearly, they weren't exactly who he was expecting, and he wipes his forehead a bit, knocking his goggles off. The man would've fit in well at a steampunk convention, and he smiles awkwardly at Eudora and Liam, coming to his feet. "So...are you friends of Amiyra's?" he asks, extending a hand naively. "My name's John Fairfax."
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