Days of Victoria


[Marion had one of Lady Wellington\’s books and was surely not up to anything, nope.] -02:49 Jun 25
[Faulkner Grant had noticed the library door slightly ajar. ] -02:51 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: *Unfortunately for Marion, Faulker is a naturally quiet walker. He doesn’t make a peep until he’s right behind her!* Ah, Miss Marion. -02:52 Jun 25
Marion: *She jumped and even squeeked! Clutching the book to her chest, she swatted him softly with her other hand.* Why must you walk so quietly! You might have scared me to death. -02:53 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: *Takes the soft swat like a man!* I apologize, Miss Marion. I saw the door ajar and thought it was one of the Wellingtons. You know how Sir Wellington feels about being distracted. -02:56 Jun 25
Marion: They are both having a private lunch in the garden. Ginger was teasing him about their first kiss anniversary. *She smiled as she cracked open the book in her hands and went back to what she was doing!* -02:59 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: *His mouth curved at one corner. However, it was hard to tell if he did this because he agreed with something, disagreed with it, or was just plain baffled by it. He tilted his head slightly at the book.* What are you reading? -03:04 Jun 25
Marion: *She tilted out of the way so he couldn’t spy.* Poems by Analisse. A little light reading for the afternoon. *Of course, it was one of Ginger’s crazy sorcery books, but he wouldn’t like that if she told him!* -03:06 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: I do enjoy her work. I have some time. How about you read me a poem? -03:08 Jun 25
Marion: *She blinked! Oh bother, she thought that was a random enough author!* Well, I’m afraid I’m not exactly the best vocal reader so maybe when I’m through I’ll let you borrow it? -03:13 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: *Chuckled softly.* Nonsense. I’ve heard you sing plenty of times. Remember those lessons your parents arranged for you when you were younger? I think if I survived those, I can survive you reading to me. -03:15 Jun 25
Marion: Faulkner Grant, that sounded very much like a vieled insult and I think you hurt my feelings! -03:19 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: *His face showed how genuinely sorry he was!* My pardons, Miss Marion. But you said so yourself that you were terrible and you would never sing again. -03:20 Jun 25
Marion: *That poor man’s face! Marion laughed!* I’m not upset, but do you really have to remind me how dreadful that was? I’ll forever be remembered as the little girl who gave Lord Jameson a heart attack with her screeching. -03:24 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: *Smiled.* In your defense, Lord Jameson was 78 years old at the time. And had a habit of working hard when he was supposed to be in bed. -03:35 Jun 25
Marion: I think for your punishment, you won’t be getting any book readings from me, however. *Turned her back to him, casting him a grin over her shoulder. She didn’t even have to lie about that one!* -03:39 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: I deserve that. *He began to walk away but before he turned a corner and disappeared from sight.* … Sorcery was never my cup of tea anyways. *Then he was gone!* -03:42 Jun 25
Marion: Ooo! That blasted man! *Caught red handed. Well, she was a grown women and could read any books she liked. She wasn’t actually planning on trying anything In it, she was just looking for information. Marion flipped through the pages!* -03:45 Jun 25

Only too soon after Faulkner’s retreat came a knock on the library door. One of the maids poked her head in. Lunch is served and Miss Marion has a visitor waiting for her out in the hall!

Marion: A visitor? *That’s strange. She really wasn’t expecting anyone… Marion set down the book on Sir Wellington’s desk and left for the hall to greet them!* -03:51 Jun 25

Marion! Sweet Marion! Why, you haven’t changed a bit since she’s last seen you! A round woman wearing nothing but ruffles wasted no time in covering Marion’s face with wet kisses and hugging her tightly. What? Don’t you remember your distant cousin, Ursula? She’s visiting from France!

Marion: Ursula…? of course I remember! *Oh no, she really didn’t!! Was it one was Thomas’ family? Or related to her wicked Auntie? Marion put on a smile anyway!* I was just about to sit for lunch, would you like to join me? -04:00 Jun 25

Oh! She could never impose! But she was awfully quick to get the attention of a maid passing by and started ordering a ton of food for herself! If Marion didn’t know better, she could have sworn Ursula was going to pack all that food for an army!

Marion: *It wasn’t polite to think the things she was thinking! Still smiling, Marion took Cousin Ursula by the arm to escort her to the dining room!* I’m pleased to have your company today Cousin Ursula. Did you want to talk about anything in particular? -04:14 Jun 25
Faulkner Grant: Whatever Marion wanted to! She was just here to enjoy some time with her! Oh, did she know that Ursula had the most godawful journey from France? It was absolutely terrible! First, her attendant had lost her precious baggage! And then her favorite necklace had broken and it was so hard to find someone to fix for free nowadays! Oh, and she got seasick and stained her favorite gown! … And the list goes on and on! -04:20 Jun 25

Whatever Marion wanted to! She was just here to enjoy some time with her! Oh, did she know that Ursula had the most godawful journey from France? It was absolutely terrible! First, her attendant had lost her precious baggage! And then her favorite necklace had broken and it was so hard to find someone to fix for free nowadays! Oh, and she got seasick and stained her favorite gown! … And the list goes on and on!

Marion: *Marion nodded and smiled! Interjecting with a comment or question here and there and making sure she sounded as interested as possible! Not that Cousin Ursula wasn’t interesting, but she did talk an awful lot about really ridiculous things… Marion had made sure to offer her the best chair and poor her a cup of tea to make up for her awful trip!* -04:23 Jun 25

Oh yes, tea! Thank you, Cousin Marion! It is so refreshing to find a friendly face here. This country has the most bleak weather! Why, her hair has suffered so badly in this cold and damp climate! Fortunately, France is such a beautiful and breathtaking country!

Marion: I’ve onyl seen France once, and it was very pleasant. *Pouring the woman a cup, she offered it before pouring herself some tea. If she had to smile any more she swore her face would fall off! The thought of that nearly made her giggle out loud!* -04:35 Jun 25

Indeed! Why, the English could learn a few things from the French! Why, the French are the picture of civilized and evolved people. They know how to treat others. Not like this horrid England. Why, everything she has had to buy was overpriced and with the most horrid customer service ever! Imagine how the world would be if that type of treatment just went on and on … Why, the world would be out of business, that’s what! Oh! Wait a moment, she must fan herself! She gets so heated up about such things. But really, it makes so much more sense if you think about it the way she does.

Marion: *Smiling and nodding while Cousin Ursula was talking, she wasn’t even really listening any more. What if the English were really more like the French? Would they have to eat snails at parties? And did the French call it French Kissing or was it just plain kissing? But then what would they call normal kissing…? * Of course, Cousin Ursula. -04:44 Jun 25
[Marion was being tormented by a very reletive? Maybe if she escaped…] -03:59 Jun 28
[Faulkner Grant is doing butler things.] -04:00 Jun 28

Ursula was chatting a mile a minute! Marion has grown so much since she’d last seen her! Of course she was so small back then! She’s filled out a bit but she could definitely fill out a lot more. Is she eating well? Are the Wellingtons taking good care of her?

Marion: *Oh good grief!* I… you know, Cousin, I do feel a little ill. You wouldn’t be too upset if I said goodbye early. We could always have lunch another day, maybe next month..! -04:02 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: Ursula looked astonished! Feeling ill? She quickly checked Marion’s temperature. First with the back of her hand against her forehead. Second by actually opening Marion’s mouth before telling her to go "Aah!" After several moments of studying Marion’s teeth, she let the poor girl go. Oh dear! Her mouth was looking awfully swollen. Was she allergic to anything? Did a bug bite her before her visit? -04:11 Jun 28

Ursula looked astonished! Feeling ill? She quickly checked Marion’s temperature. First with the back of her hand against her forehead. Second by actually opening Marion’s mouth before telling her to go “Aah!” After several moments of studying Marion’s teeth, she let the poor girl go. Oh dear! Her mouth was looking awfully swollen. Was she allergic to anything? Did a bug bite her before her visit?

Marion: I’m sure it’s just a mild cold and nothing to be worried about, whatsoever. Just in case though, I think I better get straight to bed. *She was already rising from her seat and easing her way towards teh door.* I’m so sorry Cousin Ursula, but you’re welcome to stay for lunch and leave when you’re ready! -04:13 Jun 28

Ursula looked like she was about to rise from her seat and help Marion to bed. But she slowly nodded. Very well. It was such a pleasant visit. Perhaps she would pay a call later tomorrow? Run along, Marion, and get well soon!

Marion: Goodbye Cousin! *It took all her willpower not to run out the door! But once it was closed behind her, she picked up her skirts and fled to her room before the women decided she needed a nursemaid! Who knew someone could talk so much!* -04:15 Jun 28

Marion’s bed looked like it had just been made and it was spotless, as usual. The perfect place to get away from noisey, pesky relatives!

Marion: *Marion fell face first in to bed and sighed with relief. She didn’t even get to finish looking at that book. Though after Ursula, a nap wasn’t sounding so bad after all. Maybe just an hour or so until she was gone…* -04:18 Jun 28

There were the sounds of Ursula possibly leaving but so hard to tell for sure. Meanwhile, Marion picks up a subtle scent in the air. It was very nice … Was that lavender?

Marion: *It did smell like lavender, and had her thinking about Sir and Lady Wellington having their special lunch. If Ursula was gone, then it should be safe to go back down stairs! She sat up slowly, not being able to help herself from yawning. Then again a nap wouldn’t hurt. She leaned down to slip off her shoes.* -04:25 Jun 28

It was now or never! It was the perfect time to strike! The wench had her back turned and was bending over! He sprung out of the closet and pressed his knfe against her throat. He made sure not to break the skin but he could feel her pulse. “Marion … My sweet Marion.” He pulled her close.

Marion: *She quit nearly screamed! It was that voice again but Thomas wouldn’t pull a knife on her.. would he?* w…what do you want? I swear to go I’m going to scream…! -04:33 Jun 28

A soft chuckle. A stroke of her hair before his fingers slipped through her locks, curled in them and yanked her head back. “Scream all you want, my love. The pain I inflict on you will be nothing compared to the pain of betrayal by someone very close to you.” He paused. “And you know who I’m talking about, don’t you? You already have doubts of your own. This man who pretends to be your protector and yet appears at the wrong places at the wrong times.”

Marion: He wouldn’t ever…! You’re the one hurting me! *She wouldn’t listen! A man with pretty words and knife was surely more dangerous no matter how… strange Faulkner Grant could be! She grasped the hand with the knife to push it away and tried to elbow herself free!* -04:41 Jun 28

The man had been expecting a struggle! He yanked on her head and sent her falling back onto the bed! He straddled her and covered her mouth with one hand while showing off the knife in the other. “Would he? Perhaps you do not know him as well as you think you do. He and the Wellingtons are connected to Thomas. And to his death as well.”

Faulkner Grant: Miss Marion …? *A knock on the door.* Are you in there? -04:44 Jun 28

At the knock, the man’s grip on Marion loosened ever so slightly!

Marion: *A muffled cry as she froze! What did he mean connected to Thomas’ death? But they hadn’t even… at the loosened grip Marion struggled to break free again and scream!* -04:47 Jun 28

The man turned his attention back to Marion but it was too late!

Faulkner Grant: *At the scream, all Faulkner had to do was open the door and he ran inside!* -04:49 Jun 28

By now the man was retreating! And quickly jumped out the window?! When Faulkner went to investigate the ground below, he saw the man running away!

Faulkner Grant: *Swore under his breath before turning and moving to Miss Marion’s side.* Miss Marion, are you alright? -04:49 Jun 28
Marion: *She nodded quickly!* I’m alright… he just. … Scared me. *He did always show up just when she needed him… but that was a good thing wasn’t it? She brushed tears from her face quickly!* -04:52 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: *He offered her a handkerchief.* What happened? -04:53 Jun 28

One of the maids came by. She’d heard the commotion. Was everyone safe?

Marion: *Marion just shook her head, taking the kerchief to dry her eyes.* Oh.. same old, same old? *She gave a half hearted, nervous laugh. What else was there to say..?* But you’ve rescued me again, so it’s alright? -04:56 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: … We’ll be fine. Thank you. *He told the maid. He turned back to Miss Marion.* We need to tell the Wellingtons. It’s not safe for you here anymore. *He sounded very sad about that.* -04:58 Jun 28
Marion: I don’t think there is a place safer than here. *And thought was scary all by itself! He knew that didn’t he? Or did he want her to… Oh, now she was getting suspicious because of a maniac’s warnings?! Marion shook her head again!* No. We better not. I’ll just… change my room! Somewhere without a window. -05:02 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: *Smiled at the suggestion.* I will sleep right outside your door if you want. -05:05 Jun 28
Marion: Sleep in my room. I.. think that would be better? Then I could see you and… know you’re right there. -05:07 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: *Blinked!* Um … Are you sure? That’s … very … er … inappropriate. I doubt the Wellingtons would agree to that. -05:09 Jun 28
Marion: *Despite any suspicion and fright of the moment, that made her smile.* I think by now what is appropriate and what’s not has been tossed out the window, don’t you? -05:11 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: *Chuckled softly* I see your point. I suppose I can sleep on the floor. -05:13 Jun 28
Marion: Then if that crazy Cousin Ursula is gone, I would really, really like to find another room and just… stay there forever. -05:20 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: … That would explain all the talking I heard. And I was outside at the time. *He studied her for a moment.* How about you get some rest? -05:25 Jun 28
Marion: *She stood slowly, almost as if testing her own legs!* I am almost sorely tempted to just sleep in your room. -05:28 Jun 28
Faulkner Grant: I don’t know if you’d enjoy my room. It doesn’t have a window, remember? -05:31 Jun 28
Marion: Then it’s perfect! No one would ever expect me to be in your bed, what better place would there be? -05:33 Jun 28
[Marion with her feminine wiles had convinced Faulker Grant to let her stay in his room and she SHOULD be fast asleep!] -02:38 Sep 12
[Faulkner kept Miss Courtland company until he was certain she was sound asleep!] -02:52 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion fell asleep, but sound sleeping was en entirely different matter. It’s not easy sleeping, knowing you could die at any moment!* -02:53 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He brushed his hair back with his fingers, suddenly feeling very old and very much his age. She appeared to be asleep … and by the tone of the clock, it was getting late. He couldn’t wait any longer or else he’d never make it back in time. He drew the blankets over her and brushed a strand out of her face. Then he was out of the room and he quietly shut the door behind him! Then he glanced around and headed for the back door!* -02:56 Sep 12
Marion: *The soft click of the closing door roused her, and she blinked weary eyed at the empty room. Had he gone to fetch something? Marion waited a few moments, sure she was going to drift back to sleep and that he’d return any second. But when he didn’t she slid out of bed. It was the middle of the night. What if he WAS up to something? She should know! Marion snatched up one of the smaller blankets to wrap around her shoulders as she snuck out the door to follow!* -03:01 Sep 12
Faulkner: *No one was around this time of night. The staff went to bed early, mainly because the Wellingtons were early risers. He fetched a lantern from the closet in the kitchen next to the back door and then headed through the garden and to the side gate, the same gate Marion had wandered out through before drowning. But instead of heading down to the river, he went straight through some wild brush. Not too long ago, it had been a well-kept lawn but nature had swiftly taken it over.* -03:05 Sep 12

The full moon rose high above the brush. There were tall bushes, once well-trimmed, but now growing in every direction and then tall weeds and vines. -Faulkner

Marion: *House slippers made following silent, but hardly aided in avoiding getting snagged by vines and weeds. Marion disentangled herself quickly, finding it more and more curious that he was sneaking out the side gates like this. Was he trying not to be seen?* -03:11 Sep 12
Faulkner: *Nearly two-thirds of the way there, he found himself short of breath and had to lean against what looked like a broken pillar of some kind. He shut his eyes. It would be so easy to just fall asleep and leave everything to the Wellingtons … He snapped himself out of his daze and stood up, shaking his head. No. He had to get back. He couldn’t help like this. He continued on, this time on a narrow path free of vines and weeds that led to a large, dark manor.* -03:16 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion was perplexed! When he stopped, she was tempted to jump out and demand to know where he was going, but instead remained out of sight. As the manor came in to view, she was more curious. The Wellingtons didn’t say anything about neighbors or extra properties. On the clear path, she stayed at a good distance… Maybe he wasn’t going there specifically.* -03:21 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He stopped in front of the steps that led up to the front door of the manor and held the lantern up high. He started remembering when this place was a lot different, back before it had become a memory hidden away from all. He remembered all the windows being lit, and the laughter and … many more things that no longer existed here. He suddenly turned around and looked back the way he’d come. Why did he feel like someone was watching him, following him?* -03:25 Sep 12
Marion: *Ack! Marion dashed behind the nearest tree. He was going to that house! It was obviously vacant, so why would a man sneak off to a place like this in the middle of the night! She waited a few moments.* -03:28 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He finally turned back around. But instead of going into the house, he moved around the corner to the side. There, he stepped up to the wall of the manor covered in vines and, by doing something Marion couldn’t see, a hidden door opened and he disappeared inside. After he was gone, the door stayed open, giving Marion a way in if she decided to follow.* -03:31 Sep 12
Marion: *That sinking feeling in her gut… She tried to ignore it. This was mischief. Suspicious mischief. If she went home now, she wouldn’t know for sure… Marion dashed down the path, and slipped through the previously hidden doorway.* -03:35 Sep 12

The door closed up right behind Marion! What followed was a winding narrow flight of stone steps that finally led down to a small chamber that split off into several tunnels. It was easy to spot and keep up with Faulkner though, as he had the lantern and he wasn’t moving very quickly. When he finally stopped, he was in a large chamber filled with books and tables and bubbling liquids. There were candles all around. -Faulkner

Faulkner: *He put the lantern down on one of the few spaces free of clutter and began flipping through a large book left open on the table nearby.* -03:42 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion locked her teeth together to keep herself from screaming. Pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders, she stayed close to the wall as she followed. This place was disturbing, there was surely not right about it. She stopped at the start of the chamber… What sort of madness was all this? It was like a laboratory!* -03:46 Sep 12

SQUEAK! SQUEAK! Oh, heavens, was that a rat?! And the bold little bugger ran over Marion’s feet! -Faulkner

Marion: *She wouldn’t scream, she wouldn’t scream…!* Aiiie..~!! *She screamed! Kicking the furry beast away from her feet, she stood up in the nearest chair… and all too late realized she had given herself away! She quickly tried to paint an expression of decorum on her face, but with being caught spying and standing on a chair… she choose a direct attack instead!* What, exactly, do you think you’re doing here! -03:50 Sep 12
Faulkner: MARION?! *She was, by far, the last person he had ever expected to see here! Not to mention there was no telling what would happen now!* I mean, Miss Courtland, what are you doing here? How did you … And why are you … And … *He ran his fingers through his hair. There was no way he could undo this.* You have to leave. Now. *He started for the lantern to show her the way out.* -03:54 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion stepped down from the chair, but clearly wasn’t going to budge! His reaction didn’t bode well either. He sounded dreadfully guilty!* I am not leaving without answers! What is this place? What are you doing here? How are all of these things just laying around ready and waiting? You’re… You’re up to something! -03:57 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He stopped at the doorway to the tunnel, in mid-reach for the lantern. He didn’t turn to look at her. He only took a deep breath.* This is … this is my family’s home. Or … it was. -04:00 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion was trying to think if she had ever even heard him speak about his family… She had never met them! …And those thoughts weren’t going to distract from the problem at hand.* With secret doors and laboratories included. That you sneak off to in the middle of the night. -04:06 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He finally turned around.* I … don’t come here often. Unless it’s necessary. I needed to see what I could do about this. *He glanced up at the silver streak in his hair.* -04:08 Sep 12
Faulkner: It’s more than just a streak of white. And I know you’ve noticed it when it suddenly appeared. But it is a rather long story. I’d prefer if you were somewhere warm and comfortable when I told it. -04:11 Sep 12
Marion: Warm, comfortable and out of your way, I assume. *She didn’t mean to sound so suspicious… but under the circumstances… Marion glanced over the room again.* I want to know what all of this is. -04:14 Sep 12
Faulkner: Alchemy tools. *He looked over the books and the liquid and the other countless things scattered around.* Do you remember what alchemy is? -04:15 Sep 12
Marion: You’re certainly not trying to turn silver to gold…*Marion muttered, softly.* What has it to do with your hair…? -04:18 Sep 12
Faulkner: No, alchemy has to do with more than turning things to gold. *He said.* One of alchemy’s … beliefs … is that to achieve something, you must give up something of equal value in return. For using alchemy, I give up a portion of my life force. And as I do that, I get older. The streak of hair is a visible sign of my aging. -04:21 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion blinked slowly… His answers were only giving her more questions to ask!* Why would you do something like that? It sounds dangerous. Impossible. -04:27 Sep 12
Faulkner: It … was a last resort, I assure you. But it was necessary. I believe Thomas’ favorite words were "Nothing is impossible." -04:32 Sep 12
Marion: *Crossing hr arms, she chewed on her bottom lip. How could she trust him if he kept things like this from her… Something so dangerous and scary. That stranger could be right…* But why. What could be so important that you’d waste away your own life for something that couldn’t possibly be sane! -04:35 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He shut his eyes as if reliving a painful memory. He had known this question was coming, in some form or another. But it didn’t make talking about it any less painful.* About a year ago, Thomas contacted me. He was involved in a struggle against someone very close to him and he needed help. I did what I could and … we had thought that someone had died. Then Thomas passed away. Using alchemy became necessary when all signs pointed to that someone still being alive. And coming back to finish what he started. -04:47 Sep 12
Marion: Thomas was doing something that night. The night he died. I just… I just can’t remember what it was… *Marion turned away, trying to think. Thomas had his books and was up late. She was going to bring him some coffee…* Why is it, that everyone remembers what happened but me. The Wellingtons and now even you were involved… -04:54 Sep 12
Faulkner: *He gave her sometime to think before he spoke again.* Please, Miss Courtland, allow me to escort you back to the house so you can get some rest? *He’d have some explaining to do to the Wellingtons about this.* -05:01 Sep 12
Marion: …and then what? Will you come back here once I am out of sight and mind? *She turned back around with arms still crossed as she frowned at him.* I have always done what I was told, but now all of you are passing me back and forth in the name of keeping me safe. But it’s.. it’s not really making a difference, is it. I think… that I should be allowed to see what everyone is doing. -05:05 Sep 12
Faulkner: *She meant every word of it, too! He sighed softly. The thought of throwing her over his shoulder and marching all the way back occurred to him but … he was in no shape to be doing that type of carrying.* I am only doing research here. If I find what I’m looking for, I might come up with something that will help restore some of my youth. And regardless of anything else, you’ll need something warmer for a place like this. -05:14 Sep 12
Marion: *Marion shrugged her shoulders.* I brought a blanket. *Looking back at the tables, shew was chewing on her lip against.* Isn’t it a paradox to sacrifice bits of your life to try and get more of it back? -05:16 Sep 12
Days of Victoria


[Illiana Rosewood A week later, almost all her wounds had healed; and any discomforts were gone, thanks to the advice and the teas from Dr.St. James! She feels 99.9% better! ] -12:38 Mar 29
[Marion is having a very pleasant morning in the gardens.] -12:41 Mar 29
[Faulkner Grant seems to have recuperated quite nicely!] -12:46 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Has come at the Wellingtons’ wishes to check up on his three patients. It’s a terrific day and just the type of climate to make one healthy and strong!*

Illiana Rosewood: *Notices even the doctor seems to have been looking a lot better since their previous meeting… now she really needed to get in contact with that lawyer, and decides to ask the Wellingtons first chance she gets!* -12:52 Mar 29
Marion: *Marion is snipping flowers, because that is a nice and safe thing for her to be doing. After all, it would be silly to go running around town looking for…well, not even knowing what she’d be looking for! It does provide ample time for thinking…* -12:55 Mar 29

Lady Wellington: Hello Miss Illiana! Why can I do for you today?

Illiana Rosewood: Lady Wellington, good morning. Sorry to bother you, but I really would like to write to my father’s lawyer and get certain things straightened out. Do you happen to have his address by chance? *She asks, looking a little worried about everything. And determined to figure these rumors out.* -01:00 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Is keeping a watch over Miss Courtland. All of his duties except this one are done for the day and, per the doctor’s orders, he is "taking it easy." He stands next to the gate that separates the gardens from the outside world. The gate is secure and locked but it is best not to take any chances.* -01:00 Mar 29

Lady Wellington: Oh! Youknow, it’s the strangest thing! I letter came for you today from that lawyer of yours! I think it must be what you’re looking for! *Lady Wellington provides Illiana with a very official looking letter.* The Sir and I actually have been sent for reguarding some urget business, so I do hope everything you need is in that letter, we should be away all day!

Illiana Rosewood: *She takes the letter a little surprised! How had that lawyer figured out she wanted to hear from him? She wondered in the back of her mind.* Thank you Lady Wellington. I will look after the place while you’re away. *She curtsied, still shocked at how easy that had fallen into place!* -01:04 Mar 29

Sir Wellington: Faulker. *So says Stern Sir Wellington like an angry old father.* Ginger and I will be away on some business. We’ll be sure to send word if we’ll be away any longer.

Dr St James: *He pops into the garden and sees Sir Wellington and Faulkner and Miss Courtland there.* Sir Wellington! Faulkner! Greetings! I came by to check on everyone.

Faulkner Grant: *Nods.* Yes, Sir. I’ll be sure to take care of things while you are gone. *He says before the doctor comes by. He bows.* Doctor. -01:08 Mar 29

When Illiana reads the letter it’s a simple request by the Lawyer to meet him (or one of his associates if perchance he can’t make it personally) at 2876 Mulberry Lane. He knows that she needs to speak with him.

Illiana Rosewood: I really ought to do this right away, Lady Wellington. Would it be alright if I spent a few hours taking care of this? I hope I won’t be gone too long. -01:10 Mar 29
Marion: *Marion is of course out of ear shot but certainly with in sight. Well, until she walks around one of the bushes to trim the other side! * -01:11 Mar 29

Lady Wellington: Certainly, darling! I know how much you wanted to find out about those dreadful rumors. Faulker will be here to care for Marion. You go on ahead!

Illiana Rosewood: Thank you kindly, Lady Wellington. I’ll hurry home as soon as I’m finished. *She curtsies again before she’s off to the stables! Her horse Stormy was there, looking quite pissed from his owner’s crazy antics! But she manages to soothe him, and get him ready for a long trip!* -01:16 Mar 29

Sir Wellington: St James! *He exlaims, slapping the Doctor on the back with nearly enough force to knock him over!* I’m afraid I would love to chat, but my lady is waiting and we have somewhere to be!

Dr St James: *Blinks and does nearly fall over! He coughs as the breath is literally knocked out of him!* … Of course! Please, do not allow me to keep you. I can already see that Faulkner and Miss Courtland are in excellent condition. I believe I saw Miss Rosewood on my way in. I really should get going myself. If any problems should arise, please let me know. Good day. *He bows and is gone!*

Sir Wellington: That man disappears like a ghost, I say! Hmph. *He wags a finger at Faulker.* Take care of my girl. Good day Faulker. GOOD DAY MARION! *He bellows!*

Marion: …? *She peeks around the bush and waves!* Goodbye! -01:21 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: Good day, sir. *He bows and watches Sir Wellington leave. He looks back at where he saw Marion peek around the bush and smiles slightly. But before his mind gets lost in daydreaming he remembers why he must be on guard and stays focused …* -01:24 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *She rides away from the mansion headed for Mulberry Lane… knowing it was a few miles away, she wants to get there as swift as possible and urges Stormy into a full-speed run. It certainly doesn’t take long to get to the address! And she’s amazed at how close by the place actually was as she dismounts Stormy, tying him carefully to a tree surrounded by plenty of grass. Then, she walks up to the place that says 2876 and knocks politely on the door.* -01:24 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Believe it or not has somewhere to be! He has been summoned to attend a new patient who is very ill and “in need of his expertise” as the letter states. He quickly takes his horse and is gone!*

A maid quickly answers the door! “Yes, ma’am?” she asks, timid as a mouse. She even has mousebrown eyes and hair in a tight bun. She doesn’t even look up to meet Illy’s eyes, much less open the door more than a crack.

Illiana Rosewood: "Hello, miss. I’m looking for a Mr. Markus Fowler? I was told to meet with him this afternoon. *She says, noticing the maid wouldn’t meet her eyes either.* -01:31 Mar 29

DING DONG! There is a bell ring at the Wellington’s home!

The maid still doesn’t meet Illy’s eyes! “Mr. Markus Fowler …? I am sorry, ma’am but … there is no Mr. Markus Fowler here. I–I am afraid you have t–the wrong … house.” She starts to close the door …

Faulkner Grant: *Ignores the bell ringing. One of the maids will get it, he tells himself and runs his fingers through his gray-streaked hair. Had he been one of those poetic types he might even say the new look was "distinguished."* -01:33 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *Unfortunately for the maid, she doesn’t exactly have time nor does she want to play these games. She sticks her foot inside the door.* No, miss, I have the correct address. *She pulls the letter out of her pocket to show the maid.* Now please, the sooner I see this man, the sooner I can be on my way. -01:33 Mar 29

The poor maid panics! “Ma’am! Puh–Please! This is the wrong house! You … you want the house next door! This–this is not the house!” With an amazing amount of strength, she forces Illy’s foot out and slams the door shut. “You have the wrong house!” she shouts through the closed door!

DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DO- Yep. One of the maids answered the door. There was several silent moments before one of the maids appeared with a letter in hand. “Mr. Grant, sir. There’s an urget letter here for you, sent from Sir Wellington.”

Marion: *By now Marion had a basket of flowers and had returned to hear and see the maid with a curious letter from Sir Wellington.* What is that all about, Faulker? -01:37 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *Blinks! Wrong house her kicked foot! She grumbles to herself and decides to do this the hard way! She checks the address one more time, and gets annoyed enough to climb up a window, stealthilly using a drainpipe! Stupid, panicky maids…Grrr…this was not how she wanted to make an entrance! But there she was, having to sneak her way up the house to see which window would show her Fowler’s office!* -01:38 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Turns to the maid as she approaches and takes the letter. That was quick.* A letter? Already? *He looks up at Miss Courtland.* I have no idea, Miss Courtland. *He opens it and reads. Sir Wellington had left something important in the study? That didn’t sound like him at all.* I will only be a moment. It seems Sir Wellington forgot something in the study and he wishes me to put it away safely. Julie, if you could keep Miss Courtland company until I return. Please excuse me, Miss Courtland. *He bows and walks away. He quickly strides into the house and walks into the study and begins looking for this "book" of Sir Wellington’s.* -01:40 Mar 29

Unfortunately for Illy, the only thing she gets for her trouble are–heavy curtains drawn across the windows! It seems that if she wants to get a real good look, she’ll have to find a way inside!

Marion: Hmm. I suppose I’ll take these to the kitchen for some water.. Oh! I forgot Ginger’s apron! Can you take these to the kitchen for me? I’ll be right there in a moment! *Marion hands the maid the basket of flowers before moving off to find that apron!* -01:42 Mar 29

The maid did as instructed, taking the flowers away to the kitchen! Of course, in Sir Wellington’s study, there doesn’t seem to be any sign of a “book”. Perhaps it was a mistake!

Illiana Rosewood: *She grumbles a lot as she goes back to find an unlocked window! Oh lovely. At this point, she was never going to get anything accomplished. She couldn’t very well just smash open a window because a maid was being stupid. She keeps searching for the unlocked window that would let her at least sneak inside without using any violence…* -01:44 Mar 29

It takes some searching but Illy finally does it! She finds an unlocked window! However it is awfully small and it might take some effort to get through but there are no heavy curtains. It seems to lead to a small room of sorts with nothing more than a bed and a table. Best of all, no one is in there.

Faulkner Grant: *Finally has to give up the search.* Odd. *He checks the letter but there are no clues to what this "book" looks like. At all. Sir Wellington only states that he forgot the book in the study and asks that he put it away for him. Hm. An odd mistake, if indeed it was a mistake. He turns and exits the study. He should really check on Miss Courtland.* -01:47 Mar 29

Speaking of Miss Courtland, there she is in the hall.. well going down the hall towards her room! Just missed her!

Illiana Rosewood: *Fortunately for Illie, she’s good at fitting through tight spaces! Being small and thin did have its advantages. She goes through that window, after pushing it open, and silently, trying to make no noise at all; she goes in search of Markus Fowler.* -01:48 Mar 29

Strange … The house, although just as large and as furnished as any well-to-do, respectable lawyer would, is silent and seems empty. Not a single whisper, not a single footstep to tell Illy that someone actually lives here.

Faulkner Grant: *Stops and blinks.* Miss Courtland? *What could she possibly be doing inside and where was Julie? Perhaps she had come inside and dismissed the maid. He heads down the hall and to her room. He knocks.* Miss Courtland? -01:52 Mar 29

The door opens and Marion blinks at Faulker, opening her mouth to speak when all of a sudden… There is a big BANG and flashing from the inside of her room! There’s a big dog beast!

Marion: There it is. *Marion is out in the gardens and snatches up that apron she left hanging on a bush. She shakes off the leaves and dust attached to it!* -01:55 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: …*There goes that uneasy sort of feeling she was prone to getting when something creepy was going on. She was half tempted to decide to wait another day on this; now that she knew the address…perhaps she could go back and write the lawyer a letter, or ask if he could possibly meet with her at the Wellington’s place! She certainly is reluctant as she looks in every room for the lawyer. . .why was it so hard to get a few answers these days?!* -01:56 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Not again! He grabs for Miss Courtland’s hand to pull her out of the room before the dog beast attacks!* -01:58 Mar 29

Oh no! It’s too late for attacking! That dog beast is pouncing after Marion and Faulker like it has hell’s fury!

Oh wait–there goes the timid maid scurrying toward Illy as fast as well–a mouse!

There is an old old man right outside the garden gates of the Wellingtons. And he looks so very lost and confused!

Illiana Rosewood: *Yikes! Illie does not want to get thrown out again, she hides quickly in a random room, leaning against that door to ensure the maid couldn’t open it in case she was seen…* -02:02 Mar 29
Marion: *Marion was just on her way back to the house.. but… Sighing, she draped the apron back on the bush and headed towards the gate.* Sir, are you all right? You seem a little lost. -02:02 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Manages to grab Miss Courtland anyways but in getting her out of danger, he turns his back on the dog beast! It turns out to be a big mistake as the dog beast’s claws rake his back as he dashes out of the room! The pain messes him up enough that the dash ends in a tumble across the hall!* -02:04 Mar 29

The old man scratches his head. “I was a lookin’ for me grandson… I he ran down that way, but I got all side-winded. Do you think you can point me in the right direction? I was sure there was a small stream through here…”

The maid scurries right past the room Illy is in! And just as Illy hears her scurrying fade, she hears something quite unexpected! A familiar voice!

Dr St James: *Pauses in the hall right outside of the room Illy is hiding in.* Hm. I wonder where she went off to. Perhaps I have the wrong house after all …

Illiana Rosewood: *Blinks! That was Dr.St. James! She opens that door quick enough!* St. James? What is going on? -02:07 Mar 29
Marion: Oh! That can’t be good at all! Let me see… *Flicking open the gate lock, she stepped outside of the garden to the rescue of the old man!* There’s actually a stream right near here. It even runs through the property. I’ll show you. Children always love playing in the water, so the Wellingtons just let them be so long as they stay out of trouble. *Smiling at the old man, she led him away from the gates and down a path towards the stream!* -02:07 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Blinks!* Miss Rosewood? Whatever are you doing here? I uh … *He pats his pockets and reaches into his jacket to show her a letter.* A letter was sent to me. A patient. Very ill. The maid showed me in but … she disappeared on me. You have business here as well?

Faulker’s tumble ends with a dog beast landing practically on top of him and Ma-… Marion has vanished! Completely vanished! Leaving only Faulkner there with a very hungry dog beastie clawing at his every limb!

Illiana Rosewood: *She nods.* I’m here to see Mr. Markus Fowler; but that maid of his tried to kick me out of the house. So naturally I’m resorting to good old fashioned sneaking. It makes me suspicious of it all. -02:11 Mar 29

CLICK! CLICK! SSSSHHHHHH … The sound of locks being opened and … gates opening?! And they’re coming from nearby! In fact … on either end of the hall Illy and St. James are in, the walls rise to about the height of Illy’s waist, revealing secret spaces of some sort. And three pairs of red eyes appear in the darkness at both ends of the hall … followed by growling. Two large three-headed dogs slowly step out! It looks like Illy and St. James were summoned for a purpose after all–to become the dogs’ dinner!

The old man mumbled that children were very pesky that way. As they reached the stream, before Marion can turn around the old man has vanished! Poofed! Something suddenly grabs her from behind, covering her mouth and nose! Making sure she can’t take in a single breath of air!

Faulkner Grant: *Blinks and winces!* Miss Courtland! *Realization finally dawns! It was a trap! "Yes, how very insightful of you." Deciding to ignore the voice until later, he grabs the leg of a small table nearby and smashes it over the dog beast’s head. The table splinters and he pushes the leg into the dog’s mouth, forcing it open!* -02:16 Mar 29
Marion: Where did yo-MMRPH! *Tricked like a three year old child…! She should have known not to talk to strangers, and now all she could do was struggle to get away or the very least to breathe!* -02:18 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Gulps and turns, only to see the dog closest to him and back away! He stops when he bumps into Illy!* Well … This is … unexpected. I … I assume my overactive imagination is at it again … *He shuts his eyes!*

Illiana Rosewood: If that’s your imagination St. James, I’m afraid to ask what you see in your dreams. *She says, deciding now was not a good time at all to fight 2 three headed dogs with one sword! And she had fully expected James’ denial. But all that mattered at this point was running for their lives! She pulls on his hand to dash out of that room hoping to make it to the front doors and dash outside before they were eaten alive!* -02:21 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Is quite certain th at if he thinks hard enough the dogs will disappear and they will end up being just fluffy little kittens looking for some petting! Yes, that is all it is! His imagination! He runs after Illy but only because if he doesn’t, she’ll end up dragging him!* Therearenodogs! Therearenodogs! Nodogs! Nodogs!

The beastie dog chomps down on the wood that Faulker stuffed in it’s mouth, splintering it in to a million pieces! It snaps at a leg!

The running sets the dogs off! They dash forward with supernatural speed! They bark and howl and throw saliva everywhere!

Marion is held firm, squirming or not! A voice, a very familiar voice murmuring in her ear! “Please don’t move, Marion. I need you to be still…”

Illiana Rosewood: Ew! I wish this was your imagination! I really do! *Illie yells over her shoulder, running faster towards the front door! She keeps urging James to run a lot faster; even as she’s shoving him in front of her to get to the door faster and less chance of him getting eaten.* -02:27 Mar 29
Marion: *Marion freezes! That voice was… but he was… She didn’t dare to move, but.. still couldn’t breathe!* -02:27 Mar 29

“Marion, about that night. There’s something I need you to tell me. But if you can’t remember…” With a hand still over her mouth and nose, something painfully sharp was inched up to her neck! A forboding threat! “Can you tell me…?”

Faulkner Grant: *Scrambles out of the way and finds his back up against the wall! He thrusts his hand out, palm toward the dog beast, fingers spread.* Absentis ut unde vos venit! *In a flash of light, the dog beast is gone!* -02:31 Mar 29

James trips and Illy helps him up! But just as they get to the door, a trapdoor opens up right under them and they go falling into darkness! And suddenly hit the ground!

Marion: *She wants to tell him, she really does! But she just can’t remember! And she’s trying so hard to think of what it is, but there’s no air and everything is getting a bit dim… She shakes her head! Marion just can’t!* -02:34 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *Woah..! Hits the ground hard with a crash from unknown height! Where had they landed and what was going on? She attempts to look around at their surroundings….* -02:34 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: Miss Courtland! *He gets to his feet and dashes back out to the garden! On his way, Julie stops him and tells him that Miss Courtland sent her in because she had to fetch Lady Wellington’s apron! He leaves Julie standing in the hall and finds the garden empty! The apron is … draped over the bush. And the gate is … open?! He steps outside and fortunately finds footsteps leading toward the river children usually play in. He wonders what she could possibly be doing there as he runs!* -02:36 Mar 29

Dr St James: OOoff! *He hits the ground with a thud! and is so stunned, he can’t even move!* Wha … what just happened?

The only source of light is the light from above. Judging from their little fall and how far up the light is, it is safe to assume they fell about fifteen feet! It’s a miracle they haven’t broken every bone in their bodies! There is no way to get back up, only a narrow, smooth shaft. There is also no way to tell where they are–because the trap door is closing and soon they are in complete darkness …

“That’s not the correct answer, Marion.” Said voice doesn’t release the pressure until Marion has gone limp! That figure… the same cloaked figure from the mausuleum!… lifts her up and starts heading in to the stream. It’s deep enough to lower Miss Courtland with the intent on drowning her! It will look like a dreadful accident!

Illiana Rosewood: *She moves closer to where St.James is!* I’m not sure. Are you badly hurt? *So much for seeing anything….* -02:42 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Stays right where he is! He shuts his eyes so he can pretend that the darkness is really just caused by him closing his eyes. Instead of the fact that it really is pitch black.* I … I … am fine. *He swallows. His voice somewhat hoarse.* And … you, Miss Rosewood? *He asks, his voice a bit firmer now.*

Suddenly a light appears–and another–and another until Illy and St. James are surrounded by torches held on the walls around them. They are in a room of stone, a circular room where the torches are an equal distant apart from another. The ceiling is low except where the hole they fell from is, forcing Illy and St. James to either get on their hands and knees to move around or bend forward at waist level. There doesn’t seem to be anyway in or out except through that hole.

Illiana Rosewood: I- *She’s about to say something when those torches are all lit!* It looks like this is the only way out…and hope for the best St. James. *She says blinking at the situation a few times.* -02:48 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Something else catches his eye! He isn’t even looking at Illy now. He points somewhere at one wall of the room.* Th … that … that … is a rat … right …?

Marion: *Marion is… NOT unconcious! In fact, she played it quite clever this time! She faked passing out so the figure would have released her and as soon as she felt the cold water of the stream, she poked the devil in the eyes! Well… at least she hoped she aimed for the eyes!* -02:52 Mar 29

RAAGH! That WAS his eyes, and that did not make the cloaked figure any more pleasant. Awake or not, Marion was going to drown herself in the stream! The figured grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her down under the water!

Illiana Rosewood: *She gives St. James the strangest look! As if he were the one going crazy. She shakes her head. They’d just run from two three headed monster-dogs, fallen almost to their deaths, and he was worried about a rat? She shook her head, then started her way towards the hole, on hands and knees.* I’m pretty sure once we’re through this hole there’s goign to be lots worse than a rat to worry about St. James. -02:53 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Is going a lot slower than he should! He actually has to stop and catch a breath! His lungs are burning and his sides are aching! Damn … His age is beginning to catch up with him! He forces himself to continue on!* Miss Courtland! *He yells as he approaches the stream!* -02:54 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Pushes away from the “rat” and shuts his eyes!* Tell that to the rat! *He cries!*

Illiana Rosewood: You are NOT freaking out on me. *Turns around and grabs St.James to make him follow! She’d drag him through that hole if she had to!* -02:56 Mar 29

The figure hesitates for a split second at the sound of Faulkner’s voice! He continues to push Marion down under the water until he’s sure she won’t come back up again… and then escapes!

Illy should have taken a look at that “rat” St. James claimed to see sooner … because it certainly is not a normal rat. In fact, the rat appears to be growing larger and larger with bumps appearing on its back and its claws becoming even bigger claws!

Faulkner Grant: *Gets to the stream but doesn’t see anyone!* Miss Courtland! Miss Courtland! *He walks up to the stream and starts looking up and down. He can only hope he is not too late and she is still close by. There are no clues he can see that say she left here.* -02:59 Mar 29

There is no villain to be seen, nor the poor Miss Courtland! Only the bubbles that disturb the flowing stream!

Illiana Rosewood: *Crap. She needs something to distract that monsterous beast that wasn’t a rat at all. She grabs both shoes to throw at the beast for distractions, moving even faster towards that hole, dragging St. James in a hurry! She hoped that hole was the exit. She reallly did!* -03:02 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Of course is little to no help at all! He is in denial again and convinced this is all a bad dream, a bad, very vivid dream but a dream nonetheless. He still gets dragged however!*

The shoes don’t serve as much a distraction! All they do is piss the rat off! It starts growling and begins to shuffle toward them. It’s quick but not as quick as the dogs were, thanks to this size!

Illiana Rosewood: *Goody! Slow things were better! She yanks St. James even faster to that hole! She hopes they can get there fast enough and tells St. James to hurry. A lot.* -03:07 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Bubbles? This is only a hunch but for the sake of what little remains of his sanity, he has to be certain those are fish and not Miss Courtland for himself! He strides into the water where the bubbles are and dives! He feels around for anything, grabs what could be reeds or cloth and pulls it up with him as he rises!* -03:07 Mar 29
Marion: *Faulker captures… a dead body! Well, she’s not quite dead, but she’s surely on her way there! At least gasping for breath as soon as she breaks the surface!* -03:08 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Does as he’s ordered to! Although he is still quite certain this is all a dream! But he’s not too fond of rats so–dream or not, he hightails it! That is … until he runs out of space and drops–into icy water!*

St. James and Illy have reached the end of the hole which opens up into a sewer of some sort but one they probably have never seen before. Water is pouring out from a hole on the wall to their left above their heads. There is a ledge against the wall opposite them that leads down to the right as far as the eye can see. The walls are made of black stone covered in green moss. The trench the water is in is waist-deep.

Faulkner Grant: *Surprised, relieved, and terrified, all at the same time, he picks up Miss Courtland and lies her down on dry ground. He turns her over so she’s bending forward and he starts trying to pound that water out of her lungs.* -03:15 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *Illie coughs up the wretched water as she struggles back to her feet from the shocking fall! She pulls up St. James and is now forced to miserably trudge through the sewer to try to find a way out of this damn place!* -03:15 Mar 29
Marion: *Coughing and gasping…! All of which is quite painful when you’ve sucked in a lung full of water! As soon as she’s sure she can breathe, she moves and throws her arms around Faulkner’s neck! -03:17 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: Miss Courtland! *So relieved she’s still alive, he wraps his arms around her–moist clothes and appropriateness be damned–and holds her tightly.* Miss Courtland … *He buries his face in her hair.* Marion … God, I thought I lost you. -03:19 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Agh! Cold! He’s up and shivering and wrapping his arms about himself! What type of place was this?! He follows after Illy, teeth chattering!*

Illiana Rosewood: *She was determinedly trying to find a ladder that would lead them out of this place! She was freezing, but if she moved that much faster; she wouldn’t have time to notice!* -03:23 Mar 29

Suddenly a light is pushed into Illy’s face and a gruff voice growls out! “Eh? Who goes there?”

Marion: I think I… walked right in to that one. *How stupid could she be? That was much too close for comfort, and that man sounded exactly like… but he would never…* Every time you’re here, I just… I shouldn’t have left the garden… -03:25 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks, startled, holding a hand in front of her face.* Just two very tired, wet people trying to get out of this place! *She calls back, deciding if this character said no; she was going to hit him over the head.* -03:28 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: I shouldn’t have left you alone. *He says as he leans back, shaking his head and brushing her hair out of her eyes.* I should have known the letter was a ruse. Then I thought you had gone to your room but–it was just another diversion to keep me away from you. Marion, what happened? *The sun is out and warm and beginning to dry her.* -03:29 Mar 29

The light retreats enough that it’s no longer in Illy’s face and Illy and St. James can see the man. He is old and wide with a long beard, wearing tattered clothes and carrying a club in his other hand. “Eh? You of Adams’ stock, girl?”

Marion: Just a stupid woman falling for an obvious trick. *A she felt like a world of stupid, and it was written across her face.* He sounded just like Thomas… -03:35 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: …Thats actually what I was here to find out today, sir. *She says honestly,but is a little wary.* -03:35 Mar 29

The man grins, showing yellow teeth. “Eh. You look like him. You sound like him, too. The name’s Patrick O’Reilly. I keep these sewers. Come on, I’ll show ya out.” He turns and starts shuffling down a tunnel of sorts.

Faulkner Grant: *Blinks and he actually goes pale!* Thomas … He sounded like Thomas? Did he … did he say anything? -03:37 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Looks from Illy to the man and back again. He shivers and waits to see if she wants to follow the man or not, although the way out seems like a splendid idea right about now.*

Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks! Well that was certainly a lot more helpful than anything she’d dealt with so far… And she continues to drag St. James, not letting go of his arm once as she followed Patrick!* Thank you sir. The names Illiana Rosewood. -03:38 Mar 29
Marion: *Oh that look on his face.. that doesn’t bode at all! She looks very very worried!* He wanted me to remember… something. -03:40 Mar 29

“Eh? Rosewood?” He asks over his shoulder, although he doesn’t stop or pause. “I remember a Rosewood. Mayhap you be the daughter then.” He makes a sound that might have been a chuckle. “Adams was never one fo’ ‘class’. Guess that’s why he always found himself here. Never cared what those rich folk said. Just wanted to live and let live, ya know?”

Faulkner Grant: *Realize he’s not helping things at all. He wants to know, he really does but … this is neither the time or the place. He smiles slightly.* Let’s get you nice and warm. I’ll send a letter to the Wellingtons right away. Are you able to walk? -03:42 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *She blushes a deep ruby red…! So those rumors were true?* Understandable… Say… would you happen to know anything about a certain man named Markus Fowler? I know he was the family lawyer for Bernard Adams.. and he’s the one I’ve been trying to meet… -03:42 Mar 29
Marion: *Marion nodded slowly, but now wasn’t the time to think of warmness! There’s was mysterious life threatening plots!* But it couldn’t have been Thomas… correct? Perhaps it was just a trick to keep me from fighting… -03:44 Mar 29

“Eh … Markus Fowler. There are few who don’t know ‘im. Dun know what you be wantin’ with a scumbag like him.”

Faulkner Grant: Marion … *He looks away from her and then looks back at her face, meets her eyes.* You know I could never lie to you. The man who attacked you. He isn’t Thomas. -03:46 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Teeth chattering. He swallows.* Pa–Pardon me s–sir but … if you could may–maybe have a fire we could sit beside fo–for awhile …?

Marion: *Marion chewed on her bottom lip while she examined his face.. No, no he wasn’t lying. At least for that she was relief.* All right… But maybe we should search the stream for that assailant. Or evidence, or… anything! -03:49 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *This was startling indeed! She’d no idea the man even had such a reputation.. but if he wasn’t the only one who knew about Bernard Adams, so much the better!* We’re nearly there…St. James….*Tries to assure the doctor as they keep moving.* But Mr. Patrick? Who else would know Bernard Adams as much as Markus Fowler? -03:49 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Sighs loudly but rubs his arms and tries to think of something other than cold! The sun! Yes, he’d think of the sun!*

Faulkner Grant: *Studies Marion. He knows that stubborn look in her eyes. He finally nods.* Alright. *He’d much rather she come back to the house with him and get warm and dry but … that would have to wait.* But let’s stay together. Where were you standing when you were attacked? -03:52 Mar 29
Marion: *He was giving in to what she wanted without question like he always did… That made her smile!* Over there… *She pointed to the spot near the stream.* -03:54 Mar 29

The man scratches his head with the back of the hand holding the club. “Eh … That’d be Christopher … As boys those two were inseparable. Brothers, just not bound by blood. Mayhap he still lives here.” He finally comes to the end of the tunnel to where a ladder against the wall leads up to a trap door. “This leads up to the street. Here, hold this.” He hands Illy his club and his light. “I better get the cover. It’s mighty tough.”

Illiana Rosewood: *Illie gladly takes the torch from Patrick.* Thanks very much sir. You’ve been very helpful. *She says, letting him climb up the ladder first.* -03:58 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: That looks like as good a place as any. *He walks with her over to the spot she pointed to and starts searching the ground for anything that could be a clue.* Footprints … How about you? -03:59 Mar 29
Marion: There’s not really anything out of teh ordina- *Marion suddenly stopped and blinked as she turned to see him. She slowly crossed her arms and gave him a stern look.* When were you going to mention you are covered head to toe in scratches and claw marks, Faulkner Grant. -04:01 Mar 29

“Eh. Least I can do,” he says as he climbs up. He spits on his hands, rubs his palms together, and grunts as he works on the wheel that keeps the cover closed. There is finally the sound of metal giving way and the wheel turns. He squints as he opens the cover and comes back down. He takes his things back and puts the lantern and club down on the ground. He would have to close the cover once they were gone. “Eh. Remember. Christopher Williams is the one you want. And a word of advice. Be wary of Markus Fowler. The trouble with him is … you don’t know where the truth ends and the lies begin.”

Faulkner Grant: *Blinks and looks up at her.* I … might have been saving that for … later … -04:04 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Is more than happy to climb up that ladder!* My thanks, Mr. O’Reilly!

Illiana Rosewood: *She nodded, keeping in mind what Patrick told her.* I will sir. Thanks again. Take care! *She calls as she follows St. James up the ladder.* -04:05 Mar 29

The man follows after them and closes the cover, leaving Illy and St. James in the middle of a not so busy street! That means they have time to get out, adjust their eyes to the light, and find their way to the sidewalk!

Marion: When you passed out from bloodloss or earned yourself an infection. I see. *Marion started back towards the house, even snapping her fingers and pointing for the house for him to follow. Yes, she was very angry indeed!* Have you any idea how mad I’ll be if you get yourself killed? -04:08 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *She does just that when she’s out of that place, and soon enough she’s going back to where she’d tied up her horse…hoping he would still be there!* -04:09 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Sighs. He knows better to protest as he follows her back.* I was hoping you’d be more sad than mad. *He wasn’t too keen on the image of her strangling his poor corpse and demanding to know why he had to get himself killed.* -04:10 Mar 29
Marion: I would be so furious I would open up one of Ginger’s book and bring you back from the dead, I believe! *And she might have been serious as she enters through the garden gates! She was mad enough for tears, of which she tried to brush away quickly before being caught!* -04:13 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Is oh so glad to be out! Now he can start to dry up so he won’t catch a cold or worst! At least, that’s what he thinks until–!* AAAhh … Aaahh … CCHOO!!

Illiana Rosewood: *She was definitely more than numb from head to toe… and her teeth were chattering. Suddenly as she got to Stormy and began untying his leash, she says bless-you, but ends up in a coughing fit!* Damnit…we can’t both be sick! *She grumbles, helping St.James onto the Saddle, before climbing up herself and heads back to the mansion! She wasn’t going to go through that nonsense again!* -04:15 Mar 29

Dr St James: We can be if–if–ACHOO! *He sneezes just as she’s putting him in the saddle which causes him to collapse forward so now he’s lying sideways in front of her.* Oh dear …

Faulkner Grant: *Oh, that wouldn’t be good.* Miss Courtland, please … I can explain. I fell for a doppleganger and was attacked by a dog beast. It wasn’t until I sent it back to where it came from that I could come and find you. -04:18 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *She sighs, now this was just awkward! She just carefully helps him to sit up, and takes control of the reigns, then urges Stormy to hurry for home at a fast run!* -04:19 Mar 29
Marion: *…That certainly made it worse! Marion stopped in mid step at the back door of the manor to turn and glare teary eyed at him!* You’re going to be killed protecting me, Faulkner Grant! And I don’t like it! I.. I order you not to protect me any more! I refuse to be the reason you die! -04:21 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: Marion … *He looks at her sadly.* Marion … You know I can’t stop doing that. *How could he start explaing to her just how much danger she was in without making everything worst. More than ever, he wished the Wellingtons were there! He needed advice. Desperately!* -04:22 Mar 29
Marion: Balderdash! You’re thinking some nonsense that I am unaware of the dangers, well… I am not! One doesn’t get drowned outside of their own backyard and not realize the dangers! But if you die I don’t think I can… I… Just don’t die! -04:24 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: I know but … *Damn, he should just tell her everything but that would only make her run. And he didn’t want her to run. He couldn’t quite face up to it but he was very much in love with her. He just couldn’t let her know about it or let it come in the way of his duty to protect her. Things had been much simpler when Thomas was alive! He walks up to her and … slips the fingers of both hands between the fingers of her hands, clasping them together. He can’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say. All he can do is just stand there, holding her hands.* -04:29 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *Finally, she gets to the mansion; exauhsted, soaking wet, freezing to the bones, and not even bothering to hold back those coughing spasms or the occasional sneeze. She makes sure Stormy goes back to the barn, then she’s literally half dragging, half-carrying St. James inside the house!* -04:30 Mar 29

Dr St James: *Is quite certain he’s going to be very sore and awkward riding like this but then Illy sets him aright! He grins sheepishly up until he sneezes again! And he keeps sneezing even when the horse has stopped and he’s being half-dragged, half-carried!*

One of the maids meets Illy as she arrives! “Miss Rosewood! Doctor St. James? Oh my, you are soaked!” She quickly follows after her. “I will have a bath prepared right away and some hot food and dry clothing!”

Illiana Rosewood: *She’s almost coughing too bad to answer.* Th-that sounds fine… thanks. *She agrees, her teeth chattering almost as bad as St. James! She keeps holding him up, even though he was sneezing everywhere! Good thing the maid said clean clothes…and hot bath….she didn’t know if she was all that hungry though. Mostly she wanted to pass out right then and there!* -04:34 Mar 29
Marion: *He was so stubborn…! But he was kind, and gentl and so sweet… It was impossible to stay upset!* You are my knight, Faulkner Grant… but I still wish for you to be safe. *She leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed him softly on the cheek.* -04:35 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Grins sheepishly.* I’ll take better care of myself. I promise. *He brings her hands up, adjusting his fingers so he can do so without his hands getting awkward and kisses the knuckles. He looks at her for a few long moments before he finally realizes … * We … better get inside. *He says, although he doesn’t move at all!* -04:39 Mar 29

“Oh dear!” The maid exclaims as Miss Rosewood coughs everywhere. And don’t get her started on the doctor! “To your room, Miss Rosewood!” Once they get there, she gestures to the doctor. “We have a guest room for you, Dr. St. James. If you could follow me.” She looks back the way they’d come. “Fiona, some dry clothes and draw up the bath for Miss Rosewood! Also, have Henrietta get some soup! Come along, Doctor! I will get you all nice and dry myself!”

Marion: *Marion nodded, keeping one of his hands captive as she led him through the back door.* -04:47 Mar 29

Sir Wellington: *There is Sir Wellington standing in the back kitchen.* GRANT! That entire thing was tr- Marion! Are you all right? Damnation, man! What happened! -Marion

Faulkner Grant: Sir Wellington … there is no excuse. *He lowers his head.* I … nearly failed Miss Courtland. -04:49 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *Illie coughs again. This time there was a nasty rattle in her chest! She didn’t feel like arguing anymore as her teeth were chattering hard enough to make her head rattle…..she goes upstairs to soak in hot water in the bathroom connected to her own room. She plans on staying in there a long time!* -04:50 Mar 29

Fiona quickly dashes off to do as she’s told and the sneezing Dr. St. James is nudged farther down the hall! Miss Rosewood’s wet clothes are taken away for some washing and new dry clothes are given. Not exactly hers but they are about her size and Lady Wellington said that should she need dry clothes to use these. The soup is prepared.

Dr St James: *Blinks and blushes as the maid just won’t leave him alone! She is mighty pushy and will not take no for an answer as she gets him out of his clothes and into the bath! He attempts to hold on to what little dignity he has left!*

Marion: He did no such thing. I talked to a stranger and walked myself in a mess, and he saved my life! … And getting yourself beaten to death by Oscar is not keeping yourself safe, Faulkner Grant! -04:55 Mar 29
Illiana Rosewood: *She thanks the maid and takes her bath. Shocking how hot water was when you were so cold it hurt..! The feeling in her nerves started working soon enough and that made Illie even more miserable as all the aches and gigantic headache she’d almost forgotten about suddenly seemed to increase…..what an awful, crappy day. She takes her time with soaking.. she felt she’d never be clean after walking through sewer water though! Gross!* -04:57 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: *Keeps his head lowered and doesn’t say a thing. He should get her to let go of his hand somehow. It’s not right for her to be seen holding his hand. She’s a refined lady and he was only the help.* -04:59 Mar 29

The maid will hear none of it! Someone needs to take care of him and she’s just the woman to do it! It will only be quick. The sooner he gives in, the better!

Sir Wellington: *Yes. Sir Wellington does indeed look like he might beat a man senseless!* Keeping yourself safe, Hmmmm? And what about my little Marion who could not hurt a fly, let alone an assaiilant…? -Marion

Marion: Oh, Oscar.. *Marion gave a deep sigh, brushing past Sir Wellington, dragging along Faulkner by the hand!* We’ll just have to teach me something more useful than embroidery, won’t we Mr. Grant! -05:01 Mar 29
Faulkner Grant: Ack! Miss! Please! *His protests go unheard so … he does the only thing any decent man would do under the circumstances–he wraps a towel around his waist and dashes out of the room!* -05:02 Mar 29

Dr St James: Ack! Miss! Please! *His protests go unheard so … he does the only thing any decent man would do under the circumstances–he wraps a towel around his waist and dashes out of the room!*

“But sir–! Your clothes!” the maid shouts after him, left at the door! She sighs and shakes her head. The cute ones always run away …

Faulkner Grant: *Doesn’t dare meet Sir Wellington’s eyes. Teach Miss Courtland self-defense … He couldn’t possibly and yet … as he’s dragged away, he begins to see how much sense that makes …* -05:04 Mar 29

Sir Wellington: Now see here, woman…! *Blustering like a locomotive…! He’s practically turning red!* You’ve been getting crazy ideas from that wife of mine! I demand that you see reason! -Marion

Illiana Rosewood: *She was starting to feel a whole lot better now! The hot water had warmed her so it didn’t hurt so much; but she was still coughing, even as she gets herself thoroughly clean, and takes a while longer to rinse herself off.* -05:05 Mar 29

What was she thinking?! The cute ones always run away but weren’t they the ones worth running after?! She soon dashes off after him! “Doctor St. James! Come back here!”

Marion: I am being reasonable. If I, a woman in mortal danger, plans on staying alive and not allowing her knight to get himself killed in the process… should learn useful skills in the event of monsters, creatures, and strangers. *To Faulkner’s own room she drags him, and right through the door even! She stops at the door to smile graciously at Sir Wellington!* You have said yourself, "One can not know enough!" -05:09 Mar 29

Sir Wellington: Marion, you-! I will not-! Woman, I’m going to-… GINGER! *He finally bellows at the top of his lungs before stomping away to find his wife! That woman is in trouble!* -Marion

Faulkner Grant: *Appropriateness behind, he blinks. Yes, that was one of Sir Wellington’s golden remarks. But why his room of all rooms …* -05:12 Mar 29
Days of Victoria


Marion is sleep walking to her doom! [03:01 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood: *Is comfortably in the kitchen, having eaten finally, and talking with Doctor St. James about something that may be truely shocking!* [f | 03:02 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant is tailing Miss Courtland armed with the crossbow loaded with a single bolt. [03:20 Sep 16]

Doctor St James is drinking some tea. [03:21 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : I believe the reason has to do with squelching a few rumors, doctor… ones that were made at the party. [f | 03:23 Sep 16]

Marion: *GAt the gate of the cemetary, she doesn’t stop! She steps easily through the wide bars, and past the spooky looking gravestones!* [f | 03:26 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: Hm. Oh, that’s right. The Wellingtons had a party earlier. I had promised to attend but … circumstances forced me to do otherwise. So tell me, who was responsible for these rumors? [m | 03:28 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *She sighs a bit!* A young lady by the name of Gertrude… she said my mother was a whore, I was an illigetimate child, and that my father, Bernard Adams, had left everything to me. Downright rubbish, all of it. But I guess confirming it isn’t a bad idea. [f | 03:30 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Keeps at a distance. He should be waking her up but … he has an insatiable curiousity to know where she’s headed. And who is responsible.* [m | 03:31 Sep 16]

Marion: *Walks past the graves, deeper in to the cemetary, and straight in to the open door of one of the mosuliums where there seems to be the flickering light of several candles! The door slams shut behind her!* [f | 03:36 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: Ah yes. Miss Vanderholt. She has quite a mouth on her, forgive the expression. *Is thoughtful for a moment.* As for Lord Adams … [m | 03:42 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *Winces slightly!* Yes… his last name should be mine…but I kept my mother’s. [f | 03:43 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Runs up to the door just as it closes but gets there too late. He tries to pry the heavy door open but it doesn’t budge.* Curses it! Miss Courtland! Miss Courtland! "I told you your curiousity would get you into trouble someday … " *Circles the mosulium to find an opening of some kind.* Quiet. I never asked for your opinion. [m | 03:51 Sep 16]
The mosulium feels like an impenetrable fortress! There sounds like odd chanting inside of the building! (03:53 Sep 16)

Illiana Rosewood : *She stands to her feet, taking her dishes to the sink…perhaps she ought to go patrol soon?* [f | 04:00 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: *Notices Miss Rosewood wincing slightly.* Mr. Fowler and Lord Adams were good friends. Some years back, Lord Adams broke off a betrothal to Miss Vanderholt’s mother. [m | 04:02 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : Ah,…that would explain Gertrudes bitterness if the other rumors were true. [f | 04:03 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Chanting? He runs his hand down the side of the door. Strange energy … somewhat stronger than the strange energy surrounding the monsters that appeared.* Hm. [m | 04:06 Sep 16]
The chanting suddenly stops! There’s a PLOOMF sound and smoke seeps out from cracks in the door and building! (04:15 Sep 16)

Illiana Rosewood : *She sighs again.* Well I think I’d best start patrolling.. Thank you again doctor, I hope our next meeting will be a little less chaotic. [f | 04:17 Sep 16]

Faulkner Grant: *Props the crossbow against the wall and rolls up his sleeves, quickly slips off his gloves, rolls them up, and pushes them into his jacket. He closes his eyes and presses his palms against the door.* … What are you doing …? *Blue glowing symbols in a circle appear under his hands and over the door.* Reus per cruor … [m | 04:51 Sep 16]
CRACKCRUMBLE! At the symbols the stone of the door shatters in to pieces, revealing the open mosulium room. Candles are lit all over the place, but there is no sign of anything living! (04:55 Sep 16)

Doctor St James: *Nods and stands.* I understand and you are quite welcome. Good evening then. *He stands and puts everything away.* [m | 04:56 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *Gives him a slight wave, then hurries upstairs to get her sword, and start her patrolling out on the grounds!* [f | 04:58 Sep 16]

Doctor St James: *Leaves after Miss Rosewood. Hopefully one of the servants is awake to help him out. He can only imagine what lies in wait at home for him.* [m | 05:13 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood  (Her wrong buttons fail at life!) She goes more towards the cemetary as she patrols..!* [05:15 Sep 16]
On his way home, the good Doctor is clubbed over the head! (05:20 Sep 16)

Faulkner Grant: *Picks up the crossbow although as he steps through the doorway, the candlelight catches the glint of a silver streak behind his ear.* You fool! *Glances around and begins to look for signs of where Miss Courtland could have gone or been taken.* [m | 05:21 Sep 16]

Illiana Rosewood : *She s now inside the cemetary; unable to detect what is going on with the doctor so far away! But she keeps patrolling, easilly within eyesight!* [f | 05:23 Sep 16]
The mosulium is oddly empty… But what’s this? A trail of dirt leading out of the back of the building, and drops of blood?! (05:27 Sep 16)

Illiana Rosewood : *Hm… she gets a funny feeling, and retraces out of the cemetary, heading for the same direction the doctor had used to get here. Call it a haunch…but she thought he might need her help again. If only she could find him.* [f | 05:31 Sep 16]

[Illiana Rosewood *Was searching for Dr St. James! Where would he be? She wanted to at least make sure he got home safely before she even thought of going on her own personal quest— which she\’s told no one else about…* ] -01:51 Mar 18

Doctor. St. James was clubbed over the head and dragged away by something mysteeeerious.

[Faulkner Grant is still searching for Miss Courtland!] -01:53 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Tries trusting her instincts and continues searching for James! Suddenly….she spots him being dragged away- and in a hurry, she takes a running leap towards whatever it was that was dragging him off!* -01:54 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Groans softly and stirs! But he doesn’t realize the danger he’s in just yet! He thinks it’s all a dream! Yes, a dream!*

Inside the mausoleum there is the trail of disturbed dirt and drops of blood, leading down a staircase!

That which has Dr St James is actually… a really big burly man with a mustache and smells awfully like booze! He’s got a big club and as expected he’s trying to club Illiana too!

Faulkner Grant: "You are a fool, Faulkner." *Is silent as he grabs a torch that happens to be lit and starts walking down the staircase! He follows the drops of glood and the trail of dirt.* -02:01 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Ew. A common drunkard?! She tsks, and continues flying at the man, not caring a whit that he was twice her size, and attempts to disarm and send him flying backwards at the same time!* -02:02 Mar 18

The steps lead downwards to a sort of stone catacombs. It’s dark and silent, only the sound of water flowing down the shallow underground spring the catacombs were built around. The drops of blood lead straight in to the spring.

Being attacked full on by a little woman has no effect on the big brute, who simply uses his massive belly to ram in to her and send her flying backwards! He swings down that club with the force of a maniac!

Illiana Rosewood: *…Yikes! She catches that club with both hands, and tugs hard enough to pull the man down so she can kick him in the face!* -02:07 Mar 18

Pulling him down and trying to kick him has a backwards effect, as he grabs a hold of her foot and lifts her right off the ground and upside! He gives a big burly laugh at seeing her underthings!

Faulkner Grant: *Stops where the spring begins and curses. The trail ends here but … he places the torch in one of the empty torch-holders nearby. Without a moment of hesitation, he moves through the spring, following it.* -02:09 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Hey! That was not polite! The ground is suddenly upside down, and she’s remembering she has a sword! She draws it quickly, and attempts to slash the man in the throat!* -02:10 Mar 18

The spring seems to lead under the wall, where one only has to duck a little bit to cross under. One the other side it’s just as dark, moldy smelling with a hint of rotting flesh. Dead rats are all over the place, there doesn’t seem to be a live one there! The spring goes on even further…

GURRGH! He’s slashed across the throat! He drops her on the ground before he falls over bleeding and gushing all over the place! “Hey! What’s going on over there?! *GASP!* Someone has just been murdered…!!”

Faulkner Grant: *Dead rats are never a good sign. He goes out to grab the torch again. The cold water soaks his pants and chill his body as he ducks low enough to make it under the wall. The torch is a dead-giveaway to his position but if he doesn’t take it, he may end up God only knew where.* -02:15 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Damnit…! She hated when she had to kill people. She lands hard on one side, but she only cares about getting Dr St. James somewhere safe! Without a word, she sheathes her sword, and carries the doctor back to the house! She had to think quickly because this was a very baaaad situation for her to be in! She sets the doctor on a couch and attempts to wake him up…soon enough she’d have to flee anyway…but he could give the Wellingtons a message at least!* -02:16 Mar 18

Mysterious the authories were alerted really fast! They are out searching for a killer! It’s not safe outside any more!

Dr St James: *Groans softly and stirs. He wakes up and blinks, sitting up in his seat.* Miss Rosewood …? Huh …? *He looks around after rubbing his eyes.* The Wellington place? What am I doing back here?

The spring finally ends in a large empty room, where it is just as dark and just as silent… But there is someone sitting quietly on a stone slab not saying a word…

Illiana Rosewood: *She hears the authorities hunting for her! She hasn’t a moment to lose; and knowing how disbeleiving James could be, she tries to explain everything in simple terms of what had happened to him; what she just did to save him, and now could he please relay a message to the Wellingtons why she had to leave? She was going to have to get her horse and get out of here within the next 20 minutes.* -02:22 Mar 18

It’s too late! There’s a banging on the front door! “Open up…! We know the murderer is in there!!”

Dr St James: *Blinks and listens! But it seems like some tall tale one hears at a dinner party! Nevertheless, he promises to give the Wellingtons the message and wishes her best.* Go out the back! I will cover you!

Faulkner Grant: *Looks around. No one and nothing here … except … He slowly moves forward, circling around so he can see the face of the person on the stone slab.* -02:23 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She nods her thanks, and takes the backway out of the place! She’s hurrying to the barn…she has to get to that lawyer! She runs with full speed and all her stealth towards the stables, where her horse is kept!* -02:24 Mar 18
Marion: *It is shockingly Marion, soaked to the bone and with a gash across the palm of her hand. She doesn’t seem to see him, but is rather staring out in to space with a slight frown.* -02:25 Mar 18

BANG BANG BANG! The knocking on the front door is persistent! “Open up or we’ll break down the door!”

Illiana Rosewood: *She throws open those barn doors, and finds her horse, Stormy, a solid black Arabian Stallion, already saddled, and reigned. She hurriedly climbs onto the saddle, and she’s galloping fullspeed away from that mansion and putting as much distance between her and the authorities as she can!* -02:28 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Scurries to the door! Oh dear, it wouldn’t do to have them break down the Wellingtons’ door. He could only hope Miss Rosewood had enough time to escape. He opens the door cautiously.* Yes …?

Faulkner Grant: *Quickly moves to her side.* Miss Courtland? Miss Courtland! *He looks down at the gash in her palm. No one ever did that to someone unless … But it did really mean what he thinks it means? He cups her face.* Miss Courtland. It’s me, Faulkner. -02:30 Mar 18

“There you are…!” They exclaim! Hands from all angles reach out and roughly grab the doctor, dragging him outside, and shoving him to the ground, before giving him a good kick and dragging him off again! “We knew you and your new fangled ‘medecenes’ were nothing but witches work..! Now you’re out murdering folk!” They’re dragging St. James away!

Dr St James: *Is so startled he doesn’t even protest when they shove him to the ground! He winces and makes a good “OOoff!” as they kick him! That hurts!*

Marion: I was sure I heard his voice… and I saw him here… *She murmured softly, still not seeming to see him or realize he was even there.* Just a little bit farther… -02:35 Mar 18

All of the local towns people are riled up! The villagers as well as some of the higher born.. They’re dragging St James down the street where someone has already prepared a pile of wood and a stake! “BURN THE WICTH!” “YEAH BURN HIM!” “KILL THE MURDERER FOR HIS SINS!”

Dr St James: *Seriously has no idea what everyone is talking about! Had he not been speechless he would’ve implored the mob to have some reason! Surely, if they were so intent on exacting justice, they would allow him a fair trial! As it is, he can’t even talk, much less plead for his life!*

Illiana Rosewood: *Waait…. they weren’t even following her? She’d run for at least a good solid mile before she slowed the horse to a halt…. something wasn’t making any sense! She curses herself for panicking and leaving poor James to those police..! She decides if its her they were after, she’d make it difficult; but she wouldn’t run away! At full speed she urges Stormy to go right back where she’d run from, and the horse happens to be the fastest runner! She can’t be too late!* -02:38 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Wonders who she’s talking about. He looks around. No one is here … He picks her up and slings her over his shoulder, then he holds the torch in one hand, back into the spring, under the wall, and into the mausoleum.* -02:39 Mar 18

As Faulkner enters the mausoleum.. There is a tall cloaked figure standing in the spring before him! Motionless and eerie, like it could very well be Death himself! An arm rises up with a pointed glove finger at Faulkner… or more specifically, Marion!

Doctor St. James is tied up to the stake! The villagers chanting for the murderer to be burned! KILLED! They begin setting the fire!

Faulkner Grant: *Eyes narrow slightly.* No. *He says simply, taking a step back. He would take no chances. He made a fatal mistake once. He refuses to let it happen again …* -02:42 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *The hell…….?! She sees that fire and doesn’t stop for a moment! She urges Stormy to run right for it, heedless of the mob and the authorities, she slows only when she sees James tied to a stake! Instantly, she slices the ropes away and hauls him up to the saddle in front of her!* Listen up! All of you! If you’re seriously accusing this good doctor of witchcraft and murder– you’re way out of line! ….. She knew she was probably doing the stupidest thing in her entire hunting career– but all that mattered to her, for reasons she wouldn’t be able to explain herself; was that James was kept safe! She wasn’t any helpt to Marion anymore and would be even less of a help once they learned she was the criminal…. but that’s how things worked, wasnt it?* -02:45 Mar 18

The figure continues to point for a long moment… but when it is evident that what it seeks will not be given, it holds out it’s gloved palm. There’s a summoning circle in silver glowing on the glove… There is a beastlie groooooowwwl from behind Faulkner!

Dr St James: *Gulps and wets his lips as it finally begins to register that … this isn’t a dream! He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. So, this is how it’s all going to end … Odd how he can be so calm and collected when there are still so many things he wanted to do with his life. Which is about to end … In a few minutes.*

There is a collective gasp from the people! “But he’s a MUERDER! We saw the body! There’s blood all over the man!” “And he’s a WITCH! Using strange potions and cures to heal! It’s not natural!”

Illiana Rosewood: No! He makes people get better! If you all weren’t so terribly superstitious, you’d realize his science and logic are the only things that keep medicine around that help you all stay alive! Now listen up! If you want a murderer– that would be me! I killed that man back there because he was about to kill the doctor! So guess what, I’m your Suspect! Do your worst but let the innocent man go! *Oh boy….dumb move Illiana……your mother would even call you stupid at this point!* -02:48 Mar 18

More gasping! All of the towns people are in shock! Someone in the back laughs! “No WOMAN could slice a man’s throat like that!” “GO AHEAD AND BURN HER! BURN THEM BOTH!” someone else screams! The crowd are arguing amongst themselves! Who is the real murderer, what do they do…!

Illiana Rosewood: No? *She draws her sword and shows them the recent blood stains!* I’m telling you morons the doctor is innocent! Let him go already! Or do I have to kill one of you to prove my point?! *She turns to James and whispers for him to get out of here when they drag her off the horse!* -02:53 Mar 18

That’s proof enough for the angry unreasonable mob! “KILL THEM!” “YEAH!!” People start picking up stones… big ones, little ones… and throw them! There’s now a mob of people throwing rocks and stones at Illiana and St James!

Dr St James: *Blinks and tries to dodge the rocks! Ow! Oh, that hurt! OOff! Ack, his leg! Now his arm?! He tugs on Miss Rosewood’s arm and drags her away!*

Illiana Rosewood: *Ack! She was being dragged! She can only follow as the mob keeps throwing heavier and bigger rocks! ow! That one hit her in the back of her head! Stormy is long gone by this time, and probably back at the stables! She and James definitely needed to get out of there! So she grumbles curses under her breath and attempts to run for a good hiding spot somewhere with James!* -02:59 Mar 18

Stones and a chasing mob! At least big mobs of people can’t run very fast when they have to stop and pick up more rocks!

Faulkner Grant: Damn! *He mutters when he sees the summoning circle. He takes a step to the side to keep the creature and the figure in his sights. Two can play at this game … Even if he ran for it, there is no telling how fast this creature can run.* Suscipio corpus vultus quod ago! *A red glowing circle appears on the ground in front of him and a figure with one white feathered wing, one black bat wing on its back, horns, and white scales, armed with a sword hovers above the circle which promptly disappears! He clenches his teeth and winces as he feels an old wound opening up on his chest. The one he summoned points the sword at the beast which emits a blast of light!* -03:01 Mar 18

This was an unexpected occurance for the summoned beast! For it was not summoned to battle another creature but to eat a simple human…! The blast of light burns it’s flesh away until there is nothing left but ash, and once the light dies down… The cloaked figure had vanished!

Dr St James: This way! *Ducks with Miss Rosewood into a building and shuts the door just as the mob runs past! When he thinks the coast is clear, he motions for her to follow him and they make their way through the empty store, into a backroom, and out into a side street. He then leads her to a vine-covered wall where there is a secret entrance! When they emerge from it, they’re in a large courtyard.* It is safe here. This is my place.

Out in the distance there is the sound of the angry mob. It seems they’re safe for now.

Faulkner Grant: *Shuts his eyes and leans against the wall. He swallows. The streak of white behind his ear is more obvious now, as the streak now goes straight down his hairline and to the back of his neck. There are wrinkles around his eyes. The creature he summoned turns to him with a look that might have been a "Foolish human" before it disappears in a flash of light. Foolish, yes … because he might not be so lucky next time. He gathers enough strength and starts for the entrance.* -03:06 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Safe. That was a word she had stopped believing in a long time ago. When she first learned that there were scarier things to deal with than even that crazy psychotic mob full of morons they’d just fled from……* Sorry, doctor. I guess I wasn’t the most brilliant right then– but I won’t let someone else take blame for something I did. *She says knowing that had been a very bad move indeed.* -03:06 Mar 18
Marion: *As if a light switch were turned on in her head… Marion slowly comes to her senses, only to find herself upside down over someone’s shoulder, cold and wet, and in a dark creepy place that smells of death! She immediately starts screaming and fighting!* -03:06 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: Ow! *He winces! The woman on his shoulder is kicking a very fragile place. Like the chest that had just stopped aching–until now. He quickly puts her down, but gently on the ground.* Miss Courtland! Please … *He drops to his knees just as he lets her go.* -03:07 Mar 18
Marion: F..faulkner…? *Back on her feet, she’s feeling light headed and more than a little frightened. She’s confused… and suspicious!* Why are we here…? -03:10 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Swallows and puts a hand to his chest. He looks up at her and smiles slightly.* I wish … I knew … I … followed you here and … *He has to take another breath and pauses.* We should … get you back … *He puts a hand against the wall and slowly gets to his feet.* -03:11 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Runs his fingers through his hair and paces.* “Sorry” does not cut it, Miss Rosewood. That was a very reckless thing to do. First, you kill someone. I thank you for saving my life but … killing someone?! Then, you do not think before you act and decide to take on a full mob crying for blood! We are past “sorry”, Miss Rosewood!

Marion: *Marion takes a step backwards… her hand was bleeding. She’s not sure if she believes him or not. She doesn’t even remember coming here. She was asleep and then… * I.. I don’t know… -03:14 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: We cannot linger here. *He starts for the door but then stops and turns to her.* I know … it is difficult to believe. But we need to leave quickly. You need to care for your wound and I need … to rest. -03:17 Mar 18
Marion: *It was difficult to make the decision… But knowing the truth of needing to leave, Marion finally nodded, following him with wary steps!* -03:20 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: …. ….. *He still didn’t realize that killing that man was the only possible way of keeping him from being killed himself? … for that mob. Ok, there was no excusing that. Perhaps she’d better forget about James. Forget that he was a complete man of logic; would believe in nothing but what he saw, and even half of what he had seen wasn’t possible to him. She decides that leaving is best. She would go to this "Markus Fowler" alone. He didn’t need her help. She just made a bigger mess of everything…. and it was certainly time for her to leave. She begins to do just that! Heading right for the door without another word… She should never have tried to deal with people. It just didn’t work.* -03:21 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Takes a deep breath and shakes his head. There are some people you just cannot talk to. As for him, he would try and get his matters in order and leave for awhile.*

Sir Wellington: *Before Illiana can even exit the place, there is Sir Wellington standing in the doorway!* Well, my dear! WE certainly had a thrilling night! Are you leaving so soon? St. James! Glad to see you raw!

Illiana Rosewood: *Oh ….darn….this was a surprise!* Good Evening, Sir Wellington… but I’m afraid I must. There are things I need to take care of, and well….it would simply be for the best at this time. *Her voice is scarilly monotone; her face unreadable as ever.* I hope Marion will be alright while I’m gone. -03:28 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Takes Miss Courtland back to the Wellington place. He would love to do nothing more than to make sure is alright but the energy of travelling and summoning has taken its toll. He barely makes it through the door without having to gather every ounce of willpower.* -03:30 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *(make sure) she (is alright) -03:30 Mar 18

Sir Wellington: Oh, no, no, no. This simply won’t do! If you are worried about the villagers, never fear. My dearest creampuff is out there this minute…ah.. Cleaning up, as we like to call it in our business. I am afraid, Marion needs the assistance now more than ever.

Dr St James: *Blinks!* Sir Wellington! *Is all he can exclaim! He cannot believe he just lectured someone!*

No need to worry, a maid passes by! “Miss Courtland! My word! Here, please, let us patch you up!” She takes her by the hand and disappears into the kitchen!

Marion: *Her wariness of Faulkner faded in the walk home, and she had reached out her hand to help Faulkner who seemed he might be ready to pass out him self, but the maid took her by the hand and pulled her off! She cast a worried look over her shoulder as she was led away.* But Mr. Grant… -03:33 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Well…… alright….she was certainly a scattered mess at that moment anyway. It had been a hell of a day; going from a monster-hunter to a downright murderer, she feels quite like she shouldn’t be facing anyone at the moment! Maybe she’d wait one more day at least, then make actual arrangements to meet the lawyer before dashing into another round of trouble…..She silently called herself a moron for losing her head.* Thank you Sir Wellington… In that case, I suppose the matter I was going to tend to can wait…I’ll be in my room should anyone need me. *She excuses herself calmly as possible, heading right for the room right across from Marion’s….. and falls face first on her bed, trying not to give into the urge to scream right into the pillows!* -03:35 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: ((e.e; She left to return to the Mansion– e.e; *Kicks self lots.*)) -03:36 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Thanks Miss Courtland for her aid back when she gave him a hand.* I … I will be fine … *He watches her disappear with the maid and closes his eyes for a moment, gathering more strength to make it to his own room. Thankfully, it is on the ground floor.* -03:36 Mar 18

See? Mr. Grant was fine! Now, about Miss Courtland … The maid takes her into the kitchen and sits her down. She fixes up her hand but not before exclaiming what a nasty cut that was! She should have Dr. St. James look at it right away!

Marion: *Blast and damn this always being so confused and not remember what’s happened! Is she going to spend the rest of her life like this?* I think Mr. Grant might need the attention more. -03:41 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Approaches Wellington.* Excuse me, sir, but … thank you. For you and Lady Wellington’s help in the matter of the uh … mob.

The maid will hear nothing of it! Miss Courtland needs tending first! She makes her some tea and inspects the bandage she placed around her hand.

Sir Wellington: Never you mind that, my boy. These things happen. My, oh my, they happen all the time! However, I believe we will be needing your services back at the manor once again. I am afraid that– Well. If Mr. Grant is doing his own job, Marion and he may need your assistance.

Illiana Rosewood: *It didn’t take long at all for Illiana to return to the mansion. She was bruised up and battered, but she has her door to her room locked, and would be quite happy if she never had to face another human being again- unless Marion was attacked by a monster, Dr St.James was most definitely the top priority of persons to avoid!* -03:44 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Blinks! Oh dear!* Right away! Just let me … just let me … *He scurries one way only to stop and scurry the other way! It takes some words of encouragement by Sir Wellington to get him focused enough to grab his bag.* Off we go then!

Marion: *Marion was frowning glancing down at her own bandaged hand… No, no it wouldn’t have been Mr. Grant. She can almost remember… a familiar voice. …Mr. Grant did look awful… was it her kicking that got him, or had he injured himself trying to fetch her? …Bother this! She’s not going to just sit and let people tend to her! Marion takes a long sip of her tea before escaping from the chair with a muttered excuse to that poor maid. She’ll check on Mr. Grant herself and apologise!* -03:47 Mar 18

Sir Wellington: *And thus, Sir Wellington and the good Doctor arrive back at the manor in record time! There are injuries to tend to, and Sir Wellington is never wrong about these sorts of things!*

Faulkner Grant: *Has somehow made it to his room and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. He shuffles to his bed and falls onto it, lying on his back with his hands clasped over his middle. He closes his eyes and tries to rest but–all he sees are phantoms and creatures who do but shouldn’t exist.* -03:49 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: My sweet! Doctor St. James! Poor St. James, I do apologise for this entire mess. We shall make it up to you by paying twice the bill!

Dr St James: *A sheepish smile.* Lady Wellington, I couldn’t possibly–not after the service you and your husband have done by clearing me of that murder charge. You are close friends of mine and were close to my family, besides.

Lady Wellington: Dear, it is our pleasure. These villagers get all in a rut when something strange happens, they pay no attention to the fact of the matter and just look for the nearest one to burn! It’s no wonder they haven’t set the whole town on fire!

Illiana Rosewood: *She couldn’t remember a day being more difficult in all her life. Hunting and traveling was so much easier…this whole business of staying in one place was already getting her into so much trouble! And how dare she even think for one moment that she could even…. "Like" someone and have that feeling returned. Stupid Illie. Just Stupid. She spends most of her time cleaning off her sword; and brooding darkly.* -03:52 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Chuckles softly.* Indeed. Now, about Miss Courtland and Mr. Grant. I will see to them as soon as possible, I assure you.

Marion: *Marion was wise to where the staff slept, and knocked once on Mr. Grant’s door. Having no answer she cracked it open slowly. As expected he seemed to have fallen right in to bed without even tending to himself first. This was enough to give her something to get huffy about, as she drew herself up to her full height and that determined to DO something attitude.* Mr. Grant, I am not pleased to see that your are a liar. *She says loudly, as she brisquely moves in to the room to pause by the bed. She leans over to check his chest, aware that was where he was clutching in pain earlier!* -03:55 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: Marion was taken to the kitchen, I believe and knowing Faulkner he has gone straight to his room. Oh, my sweet, Illiana has already arrive and is upstairs in her room, and I pray sleeping. I think we should have the Doctor check her head, there was a bit of blood, I dare say!

Sir Wellington: *Sir Wellington was stroking his chin in thought.* My, and who will Doctor up St. James? He looks about as rough as a poodle in a pit bull fight!

Faulkner Grant: *Opens his eyes and narrows it slightly as if not believing his eyes.* … Miss Courtland? *He slowly sits up.* Whatever are you doing here? -03:59 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Coughs politely.* I … must agree, my Lady. I fear Miss Rosewood and I did not part on the most … pleasant of terms.

Marion: I took your word on good faith when you said you were fine, and obviously you aren’t. I would have never taken you for a liar, Mr. Grant. *She pressed a hand to his chest, checking for bleeding, bruising, or any broken bones.* -04:02 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Was not sleeping at all; but rather pacing the room. Her head had been hurting for quite sometime. But once that blasted headache went away, she’d consult the lawyer here from this mansion first, then get an appointment set up, properly… for now all she could really do was stay awake, and keep alert.* -04:03 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: St. James, you brute! A woman is a delicate flower, she must be treated with care! I must insist that you apologise to Miss Illiana before it gets too late! A wounded woman does foolish things when scorned!

Sir Wellington: Ginger, darling… You’re meddling in to a man’s affairs again. I am sure St. James didn’t do or say anything that I myself would not have said if a woman did something foolish!

Faulkner Grant: *Winces, although there are no broken bones, no blood soaking up his shirt.* I fear my recklessness caused me to be in this state. I cannot have you worrying about me. You know you’re my first priority. -04:05 Mar 18

Lady Wellington: Sweetheart, if you knew anything about women, we’d have a dozen children by now! St James, don’t listen to this man! You go apologise!

Sir Wellington: *He gruffs! But apparently he was skillfully silenced by his wife!*

Dr St James: *His cheeks turn a bit red.* I … I must confess, Lady. I don’t know anything about women! *Oh dear! He picks up his bag.* If you will … excuse me. *He gets to the stairs and starts up those steps! He eventually gets to Miss Rosewood’s door. He knocks!* Miss Rosewood?

Marion: *Though flushing, she did well in keeping her expression stern and chiding! Marion sat down on the edge of the bed, turning to him to check face and arms. Her fingers brushed past the silver streak in his hair… That was peculiar…* I appreciate what do you for me. I really do… But I won’t let you be reckless or risk your life any more. This is getting out of hand. -04:09 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: ……*Oh blast and damnation!….. Here he was, the very man to make her feel not only ten inches tall; but very much like a raving lunatic! She sighs, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to not answer and be impossible– though that was tempting! She reluctantly opens the door. * Yes? *She tries to appear as neutral as possible!* -04:10 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Soft sigh. Yes, it is getting out of hand. He would have to see the Wellingtons about this as soon as possible. Things might have been simpler if …* I know you do. This will sound silly but … there is nothing I would rather do with my life than protect you. -04:13 Mar 18
Marion: *He was making it very hard to look angry! She paused her checking to examine his face.. Why does one say..* …why? -04:15 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Will not let his nose bleed, will not let his nose bleed–* Hello! *He says a bit too strongly! He clears his throat.* I mean … hello. I … I came to check on your injuries. And before you say you are alright. Let me share with you the fact that the Wellingtons are downstairs and they will not take that as a good excuse.

Faulkner Grant: *Gives her a smile that makes him look a lot younger!* Let’s just say … a long time ago, I dreamed of being a knight in shining armor. My life has not exactly been the stuff of songs but … you come very close to being the princess I swear my life to. -04:17 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She tries to hide that smiiile! She can already tell James is injured just as badly. She tsks at him– why must he be so infuriatingly confusing? She grabs a box of tissue and tends to his nosebleed herself!* I’m not bleeding through my nose– that much I do know, doctor. And this headache will be gone eventually. Otherwise- everything else is the same. *Yeah, like that really says anything!* -04:19 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Sheepish grin.* Oh … Heh heh. Thank you. *He leans forward, trying not to get blood on her or his clothes.* Um … I … look pretty bad, don’t I? -04:21 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Sheepish grin.* Oh … Heh heh. Thank you. *He leans forward, trying not to get blood on her or his clothes.* Um … I … look pretty bad, don’t I?

Marion: Oh… don’t say that… *There went her forceful voice, to something more of a breathless whisper! She couldn’t meet his eyes, having to turn to the side and close her own, praying that she had lost plenty enough blood to not be blushing as she surely thought she was.* I am no princess, Mr. Grant. But you’re very sweet… -04:22 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She ends up smiling anyway….! She just keeps him still and has him propped against a chair by the wall. He wasn’t going to move anywhere till that nose stopped bleeding!* A bit banged up to be sure……*She didn’t have to add that it was her fault in the first place!* -04:25 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Smiles.* You’ll be surprised how sweet the truth sounds. *He looks down at her hand.* Are you … alright? I wasn’t sure if the wound on your palm was your only injury. I didn’t trust myself to … check … elsewhere. Besides your head and hands and … feet. -04:27 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Sits! After a moment or two of silence, he decides to break it.* You know … this is the first time I’ve been with a woman where I wasn’t the one cutting someone open. *He realizes what he just said!* Um … I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, you know–

Marion: *Could she get angry about blushing? probably not! Marion raised her hand to look at her palm.* I’m.. I’m not really sure. I think I’m all right. At this rate I’m going to be covered in cuts by next weekend. -04:30 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks…! Hey….. St. James just made a joke! She snickered a bit.* Its alright, you got me there. Now hold still before your nose does get worse. *She’s applying fresh tissue! So far she was doing a great job, keeping the blood from running all over the place.And it was definitely a relief to know the doctor had a sense of humor at least!* -04:39 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Tilts his head slightly.* You should see the Wellingtons about this. If anyone knows what to do, they do. -04:40 Mar 18

Dr St James: Oh dear! *He wiggles his nose and tries to breathe through his mouth.* Some doctor I’m turning out to be. I’m supposed to be the one bandaging you up … yet it’s the other way around. Miss Rosewood … Thank you. I never got to say that before.

Illiana Rosewood: *Blush!* Oh I don’t need much bandaging… and, your welcome…. I’m merely just doing my job too. *Oh boy…..that was flustering! She’d never been thanked like that before…. she just hopes she didn’t turn too embarrassingly red!* -04:44 Mar 18
Marion: *Marion gives a weak smile…* That’s just the problem… They thought it would be best for me to stay here, and that I am not aware… I can’t remember why, but I know those beasties come here for me. And now everyone else is suffering the consequences… -04:45 Mar 18

Dr St James: I … apologize for snapping back there. I said some harsh things and they were out of hand. And … I am very, very sorry. I will make it up to you in any way I can.

Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks! ……. A thank you and an apology in one day? Oh boy….just the thing to make those walls crumble! Her violet eyes can’t hide the surprise.* It’s alright…… I was reckless and probably should have thought things out better before I pulled that stunt back there… you had every reason to lecture. *Wow. Her admitting she was wrong too was an amazing phenomenon in itself…! Scary what this man could do when they were just talking….She busies herself by checking the progress on his nose-bleed!* -04:56 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Takes her hands and looks down at her palms and then up at Miss Courtland’s face.* Things were simpler when we were children, weren’t they? -04:59 Mar 18
Marion: *She still can’t meet his only, only with that small smile and a slight shrug of her shoulders.* Back then it was just spiders and bullies. -05:03 Mar 18

Dr St James: Well … I do need to learn some tact. *He chuckles softly.* I think I can breathe through my nose now. *He wiggles it to make sure it isn’t bleeding still.*

Faulkner Grant: Running wild and playing pranks. You put that toad into the teapot and instead of tea, eggs came out of the spout. -05:08 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She waits a moment before removing the hand full of tissue from his nose! Then, she’s assured that it’s stopped bleeding altogether, and manages to throw all the tissues in the wastebasket in her room.* Well, I think you’ve stopped bleeding. But just in case, try to avoid touching or bumping your nose for now… are you hurt anywhere else? -05:12 Mar 18
Marion: Mother might have taken the switch to me for that if it weren’t for you. *Marion glances up to examine his face again. He was clever, speaking of trivial things to distract her! But this was why she always appreciated him!* -05:12 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: You were very clever. I have to admit, I didn’t think you would actually grab a toad from the pond in your garden. I lost a few marbles because I bet you wouldn’t. I don’t suppose you still have them. -05:17 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Grins sheepishly!* I suppose it doesn’t help matters that I can’t defend myself to save my life. Father often said it was a miracle I was any good with a scalpel.

Marion: I keep them in my jewelry box. They were so much trouble to get, they have to be kept somewhere special. *She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment..* You can’t keep me distracted forever, Faulkner. I have to do more than sit and wait for something to happen to me… -05:20 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Smiles a bit sadly.* I know. But a man can try, can’t he? *He places her hands back on her lap and pats it gently.* Just remember … whatever happens, you aren’t alone. You always have people who love and cherish you, no matter what. *He slowly gets off the bed.* Now, how about you humor me and we get something to eat. I can practically hear your stomach growling. -05:24 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She smiles at James assuringly.* Not all people have to fight all the time. I’m just unlucky enough to be one that does. It helps a lot more having your kind of talents though. *Er……awkward…! Her head hurts badly enough that she sits down on the window-ledge seat…but she’s still trying to appear alright.* -05:26 Mar 18
Marion: *marion gave an exasperated sigh, moreso than she had meant to… But she rose from the bed and nodded.* Something to eat then. You are quite lucky I am not the foolish female that runs away and right in to trouble. *She quips!* -05:27 Mar 18

Dr St James: *He watches her sit down and slowly stands.* Hm. May I see your head, Miss Rosewood?

Faulkner Grant: *Walks with her to the kitchen. He is feeling a tad bit better now. The kitchen is empty.* So, what will you be having, Miss Courtland? -05:34 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Uh oh…she knew there was trouble in that area…hadn’t she gotten smacked with a particularly heavy stone right in the back of her scalp?* I’m alright….but….sure. *She stands back up again so the doctor can get a better look..* -05:34 Mar 18
Marion: *Marion slid in to a chair in the kitchen, resting her arms on the table and laying down her head, but still making sure she had a good view of what he was doing.* Soup and buttered bread? -05:37 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Examines her head for awhile.* You have a bump and possibly a concussion. You will need to take it easy. I believe I have something that will help. Do you feel dizzy or light-headed?

Illiana Rosewood: *Unfortunately, she knows she can’t lie her way out of this…* I suppose I have felt both for quite a while now. Those stones just happened to make it more noticeable. -05:46 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: Of course. *He smiles and gives her a small bow.* Soup and bread with butter it is. *He focuses on making her some food which enables him to ignore the ache in his chest.* -05:49 Mar 18
Marion: *Marion watches him closely… He didn’t outwardly appear wounded, but his movements said otherwise. She would have to speak with St. James about it… or tell Sir and Lady Wellington. For the moment she remained silent and rest her eyes a bit!* -05:52 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Moves away from her to start digging through his bag.* Hm. And what about your legs and arms? Any problem with those? Aside from the bruises from those rocks.

Faulkner Grant: *Puts the soup on and adds a few things to it. Chicken and vegetables, of course. And some spices to give it some flavor. He lets the soup get hot and gets to slicing the bread and buttering it.* -05:57 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Blinks again at St. James* Not really…..those seem to be fine…I figured I would just sleep off this headache anyway, ‘ -05:57 Mar 18
Marion: *He was always so kind, but he really should consider himself more often… Marion was doing miserably at keeping herself awake and her eyes on him. Asleep at the table, but only until the soup was done!* -06:01 Mar 18

Dr St James: *He nods.* Oh, alright. I wanted to check to be sure. Now, if you keep feeling light-headed and dizzy let me know. I want you to take this just in case. *He hands her a tea bag.* Some herbal remedy. Add to hot water, let this soak in it until the water turns green, and it will be done. My mother knew quite a bit about herbs. It’s proven to help headaches.

Faulkner Grant: *Finishes buttering up the bread and checks the soup. It is almost ready. He looks over at Miss Courtland and smiles a bit sadly.* -06:08 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *She nods, taking the bag from him.* Thanks…. I’ll make sure to use it tomorrow morning when I wake up. -06:08 Mar 18
Marion: *No, she’s not asleep! Marion catches herself dozing and forces herself to sit up, rubbing her eyes gently. The kitchen was no place to fall asleep!* -06:11 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Turns just as Miss Courtland wakes up to find the soup is ready and fills a bowl for her. He places a spoon in the bowl and sets it in front of her, along with the plate of buttered bread.* Rise and shine, sleepyhead. -06:12 Mar 18

Dr St James: You’re quite welcome! *Realizing his nose is going to start bleeding again, he grabs his bag and scurries to the door.* Have a good day–uh, evening–um, Miss Rosewood!

Marion: I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ve slept at all in days. *She takes the spoon and stirs her soup!* -06:14 Mar 18
Illiana Rosewood: *Poor James! She hopes he isn’t having another one of those dreadful nosebleeds— and she is unable to help as he rushes out the door! She herself is awfully exauhsted, and for once takes the doctor’s advice about taking it easy! In moments she’s asleep on her own bed…unconscious.* -06:15 Mar 18
Faulkner Grant: *Picks up and eats a slice of buttered bread as he sits down across from her.* I hope you enjoy the soup. -06:22 Mar 18

Dr St James: *Takes a moment to gather himself once he is out of Miss Rosewood’s room and down the hall. He puts a hand on his chest and breathes. Dear, that was a close one! But at least Miss Rosewood is well and she forgave him. He walks down the stairs to see if the Wellingtons are still there. If not, perhaps he should start looking for Miss Courtland or Faulkner.*

Days of Victoria


Sir and Lady Wellington are hosting a grand party! It’s a masquerade and all the people are dressed in fine and glorious costumes! There is much gossip going around…! very good gossip! (10:51 Sep 05)

Marion is drinking punch, and feeling much out of place. [10:53 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood *She arrives by carriage! Drawn by four white horses, with a personal driver; she arrives at the party in style! She’s at least 5’5 average height, slim,curvy figured, and stepping through the front doors, wearing a silk-green strapless ballgown that sets off her waist-length blonde hair and violet eyes a little too perfectly !* [10:55 Sep 05]

Marion: *Dressed in a black gown, with a little sparkle and black feathers in her hair… She’s supposed to "The Raven", as she wouldn’t dare wear anything other than black. She sips her punch, tiredly watching the party… There’s so much gossip this evening, and it gets so uncomfortable when she’s part of it!* [f | 10:55 Sep 05]

Lady Wellington: Oh, Marion darling, don’t look so sad! It’s a party! Why don’t you kidnap some nice gentleman to dance? *The older woman was dressed up like the Queen of Hearts in a big frilly red dress with lace, and incredibly large guady jewelry! [f|10:57 Sep 05]
There is much whispering about the latest person to arrive to the party! Something juicy is definitely going around tonight! (10:58 Sep 05)

Marion: Forgive me, Ginger. I am just not too fond of parties. [f | 11:01 Sep 05]

Faulkner Grant is the butler currently doing … butler things. Like serving Lord Windstaff another glass of wine. [11:03 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *The gossip is mostly things she already knew! Her mother had died when she was just 15… and she’d never known her father. It seemed as if she’d never escape the title of "Orphan,". She narrows her eyes at the gossip! And gets a glass of punch. Already questioning the sanity of her attendance!* [f | 11:04 Sep 05]

Sir Wellington: Illiana, darling! I am so blessed that you could attend our gala! *Says the lord, who is dressed like the King of Hearts to match his wonderful wife! He is very old and looks like a kindly plump grandfather! He takes Illiana’s hand and kisses it!* [m|11:05 Sep 05]

Faulkner Grant: *Wonders if he should tell Windstaff that’s his third glass of wine tonight but … sees little use. He’ll let Lord Wellington know should the master inquire about it. However, Windstaff’s love of wine is well-known to all …* [m | 11:06 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *She smiles, curtsies politely to the lord Wellington of the mansion!* Thank you kindly, Lord Wellington. Its a pleasure to be here. *She keeps her face as smooth and unreadable as marble!* [f | 11:06 Sep 05]

Lady Wellington: Sweetie, really. It’s almost been a year. You really must try to move on. You are too young to squander yourself away in corners when there’s a world to live! [f|11:07 Sep 05]

Sir Wellington: Here, Gerald! *He snags a handsome young man’s shoulder as he was walking by.* Why don’t you take the lovely Lady Illiana for a dance? [m|11:09 Sep 05]
The man Gerald nodded, offering his arm to the young lady! (11:09 Sep 05)

Faulkner Grant: *While balancing the tray of empty wine glasses in one hand and straightening his coat with the other, he weaves in and out of the crowd to offer drink to the guests. The punch is nearly gone. He’ll have to take care of that in a bit.* [m | 11:10 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *Smiles politely! Er…why not! At least her mother’s years of dancing lessons wouldnt go to waste! She took the man’s arm, and decided she would be social! Its quite amazing how gracefully she moves! Her dress doesn’t even rustle across the floor!* [f | 11:10 Sep 05]

Marion: I think, I might just retire for the night. I’m really sorry, Ginger, but I’m exhausted. *She kisses the older woman’s cheek quickly.* I’m going to step outside for some air, then head for bed… [f | 11:12 Sep 05]
The man compliments Illiana on her wonderful dancing as he smiles! Did her father teach her to dance like this? (11:13 Sep 05)

Faulkner Grant: *Soon returns to the kitchens to refill on the wine and punch. The maids and the cooks are gossiping in between work. He decides to take a breather with them and has a seat at the large table in the kitchen.* [m | 11:15 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *Tries not to turn beet red at the mention of her father…! She had assumed everyone in society had known she’d never met the man! But she manages to remain polite and even a small smile while she corrects him!* No, sir Gerald. My mother did. *And leaves it at that!* [f | 11:15 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: But thank you. You dance quite well yourself [f | 11:16 Sep 05]
Oh that’s too bad, he mentions. He knew sir Bernard Adams was a wonderful dancer back in the day. Was Illiana away so often that she could never see him? (11:16 Sep 05)

Marion: *Weaves in and out of the crowd until she could step outside in to the courtyard. The sky was dark with clouds covering up the stars and moon. It looked like it was going to rain any moment.* [f | 11:17 Sep 05]

Faulkner Grant: *The cook leaves some potatoes to peel while he sits and he listens to the gossip about haunted houses, bad luck, and unfaithful spouses.* [m | 11:19 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: No…. I never met the man… I only knew his last name. *What else could she do?! Give an outright lie? But this was becoming suspicious…..Was someone possibly spreading uncalled for rumors? It was well-known she had a temper! Did someone here feel so bored, they itched for a fight?!* Please, excuse me Sir Gerald……I had a wonderful time dancing with you. [f | 11:23 Sep 05]
Elsewhere Lady Wellington was invited to a seance with a rather fun little crystal ball someone brought in to the party. Lady Wellington looooves this sorts of things so they are soon sitting around in another closed in room trying to see if they can talk to the spirit world! (11:23 Sep 05)
Oh, did he upset her? He apologises! It’s just at Gertrude Vanderholt told him that Illiana’s father was really Bearnard Adams, and everyone was talking about it. She shouldn’t have to feel ashamed for being an illegitimate child, it happens all the time! (11:25 Sep 05)

Faulkner Grant: *So Lady Wellington’s holed herself up in a room again? And this time she expected to succeed … Like no one heard that one before. He finishes peeling his seventh potato and then excuses himself to check on the guests.* [m | 11:26 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *She assures him it wasnt him he was upset with. But thank you for telling her who started up the rumor-mill! Now she was threading her way through the crowd….hunting for this Gertrude Vanderholt wretch! She did not just get back from studying in Germany….for this obnoxiousness!* [f | 11:27 Sep 05]
There is a sudden roll of thunder, so loud that it shook the glassware! The skies opened up and it started pouring rain outside! (11:27 Sep 05)

Illiana Rosewood: (She!^) [f | 11:28 Sep 05]

Marion: *Ack…! She gets caught outside in the sudden rain! Marion picks up her skirt with one hand and runs back for the door!* [f | 11:29 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *And she misses completely…. what the man says about illigetimate child! She’d walked away just too soon to catch that last part!* [f | 11:30 Sep 05]
Gertrude was in a circle of people talking way too loudly, even mentioning Illiana’s name loud enough for her to hear! (11:31 Sep 05)

Illiana Rosewood: *Growls under her breath! There the little gossipwhore stood in all her glory! Her eyes darken from almost blue-violet; to dark lavendar suiting her mood! She practically shoves through that circle without concern; and is suddenly placing herself directly in front of Gertrude!* Excuse me. If you are really so bored as to be spreading rumors about non-entertaining little old me…… perhaps you’d find better entertainment elsewhere. [f | 11:34 Sep 05]
“Oh, Illiana? You’re here?” Gertrude said, unconcerned! “I am surprised… since the whole world just found out your mother was a whore…!” (11:35 Sep 05)

Faulkner Grant: *Spies Vanderholt and the newcomer, Rosewood, together. It’s easy to see this isn’t going to end well. Particularly not for the master. <.<* [m | 11:36 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *She hides her surprise!…. A whore?! Her mother was labeled as a whore? When she had been with no man since….her own father! And had died, guiltless!* You take that back! or We’ll take this outside… and you won’t like me much in the next 10 minutes! *Her eyes are narrowed into slits of rage! Say what they like about her father! She was defenseless without knowledge to say anything back! But not her mother! >.>* [f | 11:38 Sep 05]
“Oh please. Like I’m going to lower myself to your kind of trash. If you don’t believe me, go talk to Markus Fowler. He’s the lawyer that handle Bernard Adams’ will. And apparently he named his eldest daughter, YOU, his sole heir.” (11:40 Sep 05)

Marion: *Stumbles in to the back door, sopping wet… Drat this fabric soaking up water like a sponge! She can see a bunch of the staff gathered around the ballroom’s entrance and apparently there’s some yelling going on in there. She wouldn’t be at all surprised if that Gertrude Vanderholt just started another fight…* [f | 11:42 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *……… Speechless! But her fists are tightly clenched! If she wasn’t pulled away…or taken to this…Markus Fowler, there would be a major party-crashing disaster, which she had not intended! But she admits, she’s quite the fighter! No one ever dared crossed her path such as Gertude was pulling!* [f | 11:43 Sep 05]
BOOOOMRUMMBLERUMMBLE! A sudden crack of thunder, and there’s a scream in one of the back rooms! Suddenly, all of the lights in the entire manner go out and the whole place is cast in to darkness! There’s much murmering and confusion! (11:44 Sep 05)

Illiana Rosewood: *Damn! She swears, gives Gertude a very hard shove in the middle of the confusion so she can fall over backwards!… then she’s right on her way to see what she could do to help! Wasting no more time on Gertude’s lies! Heiress….her? her mother a whore? Total rubbish!* [f | 11:45 Sep 05]

Faulkner Grant: *Glances around and moves around the edges of the party. He has to get some candles. He manages to get to the kitchens where someone is already lighting the candles. He helps light more candles and sends a few of the maids with them into the main room. Then he takes one candle and moves to the back room where the scream came from.* [m | 11:46 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *Is also going towards that scream! She hoped no one was hurt!……well…..Gertrude she wouldn’t care so much!* [f | 11:47 Sep 05]

Marion: ..? *That sounded like Lady Wellington, she was heading towards the source of the scream as quickly as she could!* [f | 11:48 Sep 05]

Sir Wellington: I regret to say our evening must end early! If everyone would please exit calmly, we would appreciate it! *Comes his deep voice in the dark! He and a few of the staff are helping to usher people out!* [m|11:49 Sep 05]
In the Seance room, there are several disturbed looking guests! One woman even looks like she had seen a ghost! Meanwhile Lady Wellington is fanning herself, and looking to be very regretful! Nothing else seems too out of sorts! (11:50 Sep 05)

Illiana Rosewood: *She blinks! But she hears Sir Wellington calling for the party to end! She checks on the Lady Wellington first…. then asks what happened!* [f | 11:53 Sep 05]

Marion: Ginger, are you all right? *It seems she’s not the first one to arrive and ask..! Good lord, the woman looks a mess!* [f | 11:54 Sep 05]

Faulkner Grant: *Sends a couple of the staff-members hanging around to get the guests some water and something to eat to calm the nerves. Then he sends a couple of other maids to make sure there are enough candles to last the night and that they’re utilizing every lit candle they have.* [m | 11:55 Sep 05]

Lady Wellington: Oh my.. oh my..! *She was wringing her wrists!* I.. I am all right, but we really must send all the guests home! I am so sorry for the inconvenience… Marion, sweetie, please help my love send the guests off safely! [f|11:57 Sep 05]

Illiana Rosewood: *She politely leaves…but not before thanking Lady Wellington for the party, and apologizing to Sir Wellington as well as Lady Wellington for any inconviniences she may have raised! Then she is gone! Headed for her carriage and a long ride home!* [f | 11:58 Sep 05]
But it seems it might be too late, there’s sudden screaming amongst the guests! Someone is saying something about a monster! (12:00 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood: (Damned IE! *Copies and Pastes Link to her other engine! Brb!) [f | 12:02 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood has left. [[12:02 Sep 06]]

Faulkner Grant: *Leaves Lady Wellington and her guests to supervise the cleaning. He doesn’t have time for this monster business. There are dishes to be washed, food to be taken care of, guests to clean up after.* [m | 12:02 Sep 06]

Marion: *Back in the ballroom, trying to see what the entire commotion is about, and was fairly certain it was just someone mistaking another’s costume… when she sees it…!* …good god…! [f | 12:02 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood *She was on her way out….when she hears the words monster! Damnit! This sounded much too like what she dealt with on a nightly/sometimes daily basis! But a lot easier than dealing with people….that was for sure!* [12:04 Sep 06]
ROOOAAAR! It can barely be seen by the light of the few candles that were lit, but it’s towering serveral feet higher than everyone’s head! It looks like some sort of snake-wolf beast… and it’s decided Marion is it’s first meal! ..she’s freshly washed, after all! (12:04 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood: *In a split second’s hesitation, she was moving past the crowds, directly towards the direction of that roar! Now this was her kind of party! She pulls out a wicked looking dagger!* [f | 12:05 Sep 06]

Marion: *Takes a step back…! It’s… it’s terrorfying! Wait, it’s staring right at her..?! She turns and runs!* [f | 12:06 Sep 06]
*And in another moment, shes right where Marion stood!* How did the woman move so fast?! Automatically, she’s slicing at the monster’s throat! Aiming to decapitate it!* (12:07 Sep 06)
ROOOAAR! The beastie slaps Illiana out of the way, the dagger barely making a scratch on it’s harden skin! It’s makes a huge leap across the ballroom, landing directly on top of Marion and pinning her to the ground with a claw right through the shoulder! (12:08 Sep 06)

Marion: *One moment she’s running, and the next she’s lying on the ground! She can’t even find the breath to scream!* [f | 12:10 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood: *Ow! That hurt! But probably not as bad as the other girl was right now…..she runs and leaps onto that beasts back!! Fine! She’ll slice the damn thing’s head off the hard way! She wraps both arms around it and immediately shes sawing at its throat….though she;s about to go for its eyes in a minute!* [f | 12:10 Sep 06]
The monster claws at his back to grab Illiana and throw her across the room again! (12:14 Sep 06)

Lady Wellington: *She’s in the room, armed with a pistol and a sword!* Faulkner, Miss Courtland! *She is carefully aiming her pistol to shoot at the beast!* [f|12:16 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood: *While its reaching for her, she plunges the dagger in each eye! One right after the other! Surely it wasn’t invincible to that! And she’s clinging for dear life!* [f | 12:17 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: *Sir Wellington is there to aid the lady… he’s got a massive spear and stabs the beast right through the heart!* [m|12:19 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood: (Brb…! In maybe 10 mins!) [f | 12:22 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood: (Back! waits on Alaricers!<3) [f | 12:37 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood  *Still stabbing at the monster! And holding onto its back!* [01:25 Sep 06]
Suddenly, there is a big WHOOOOOSSSHHH of air! All the places the beastie was punctured gush out air and monster starts shrinking! (01:27 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *Leaps off the creatures back before she falls altogether!* [f | 01:27 Sep 06]
PLOP! The monster disappears and all that is left behind is… a tooth! (01:29 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *Looks at the tooth, then carefully picks it up! She then helps Marion to her feet!* Are you badly hurt? *Taking her back to the Wellingtons, and eyeing where the monster had sliced the girl!* [f | 01:31 Sep 06]

Marion: I.. *She clearly doesn’t look like she should even be on her feet, with a gaping wound in her shoulder and her face pale from bloodloss!* [f | 01:35 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She quickly assists the girl to lie down on the nearest couch! Then tells Lord Wellington the wound is a serious one indeed and she needs a doctor right away!* [f | 01:36 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: Aye, that she does! You! *He points to one of the staff, and sends them off to fetch a doctor!* [m|01:38 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: Sir, if I may. *Bows to the master and moves to Miss Courtland’s side to bind the wound to prevent it from bleeding anymore.* [m | 01:41 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Watches the man tend to Marion! She’s not certain if she should stay or leave this family in peace! It certainly has been a terrible night for this family! But she’ll stay and help at least until the doctor arrives!* [f | 01:45 Sep 06]

Marion: *Is really sure she’s about to faint, but that’s going to be very inconveniant for them!* Tell me you weren’t fooling with those occult people again, Ginger…? *She does manage a weak smile at Faulkner!* [f | 01:46 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Sweetie, I’m sorry! I just… well, we got a little carried away trying to talk to Magdeline’s dead sister, but the strangest thing happened and the entire thing when insane! I knew something was wrong the moment I saw those eyes in the crystal ball! [f|01:47 Sep 06]
Sir Wellington: Madam Illiana… You’ve done us a great service! If there’s anything at all we can do for you, all you need do is but ask! [m|01:48 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Makes sure the bandage is nice and secure. He gives her a small smile.* Here, Miss Courtland. Put pressure on the wound until the doctor arrives. I am certain he will be here shortly. *He stands and bows to both Wellingtons.* Is there anything else I may help you with, my lord, my lady. [m | 01:50 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : Thank-you kindly Sir Wellington, but there’s no need. I only hope the girl recovers soon. For now, I must return to my manor. *Her violet eyes lower for a second, as she gives a polite curtsy, then makes her exit for her carriage!* [f | 01:51 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Oh my, oh my… I made a mess of tonight! *She gives a deep dramatic sigh!* Faulkner, darling, can you escort my sweetie up to her room? My love and I will have to clean up this mess! [f|02:00 Sep 06]
*She’s almost talked herself into just going home for the night to rest and relax! When that stupid nagging feeling creeeps up her spine; indicating she should at least pick a better weapon first; then return to investigate the whole place!* (02:00 Sep 06)

Marion: I think I’m all right, now. Really… Just a little startled. *She rose slowly to her feet, which inveditably was a bad idea. The room was spinning.* …than again, I think the help might be appreciated… [f | 02:02 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Bows.* Of course, Lady Wellington. I shall send two of the maids up to help in any way desired. *He rushes to Miss Courtland’s side but doesn’t take any liberties.* Miss Courtland? *He offers her his hand to show his respect.* [m | 02:04 Sep 06]

Marion: *She takes his hand meekly and bids goodnight to Sir and Lady Wellington… Those poor dears, it’s such a mess to deal with!* [f | 02:06 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *As soon as the long ride is over; she’s assisted out of her carriage by the driver! She nods to him,then is gratefully inside her comfortable, spacious,4 storied red-bricked cozy-looking manor. But as usual; its only for business! She takes time to change into a much more casual dress; then go into her enormous library to pull out a very unique map of England! And there….just as she unfolds the paper; she finds that the Wellington Mansion is a glowing red dot! She knew this meant it was a hot-spot for the supernatural, and certainly nothing good!* [f | 02:09 Sep 06]
The Wellingtons are busy with their staff trying to clean up the mess made by the monster and return their home to it’s normal glory! Everything SEEMS all right! (02:16 Sep 06)

Faulkner Grant: Would you like me to tell you when the doctor arrives, Miss Courtland? *The house is quiet once more. The staff will be too busy cleaning up to do anything noisy.* [m | 02:16 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *But a bad feeling in her stomach says otherwise! She goes down to her basement; retrieves a long sword, placing the now clean dagger in its proper case… then returns to the Mansion to investigate!* [f | 02:17 Sep 06]

Doctor St James runs up to the door of the Wellington place and knocks! [02:18 Sep 06]

Marion: *She brushes a hand to her forehead. ooh.. Blast and Drats! All that getting drenched and getting skewered… she feels a fever coming on. Her mind was still reeling from the sight of that beast!* I… yes, please. Thank you. [f | 02:19 Sep 06]
A maid answers the door! Doctor St James! It’s about time! Quickly, inside! (02:19 Sep 06)

Doctor St James: *Stumbles in, soaked and clutching his doctor’s bag.* For … Forgive … me. *Takes a deep breath.* I … I had an … I came right away. *He gives the maid his coat.* [m | 02:20 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Well! Was almost knocked over by the doctor! She brushes it off as he’s obviously here to tend the injured girl! She sneaks inside just as the maid is about to close the door….and instantly she’s trying to be casual….but is cautious! Doesn’t want to be caught investigating the place!* [f | 02:21 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: Of course, my lady. It is the least I can do. *He stops at her room and opens the door for her.* I will also have some warm milk and … perhaps something to settle your stomach. Some bread perhaps? [m | 02:22 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *brought to you [m | 02:23 Sep 06]

Marion: *She smiles gently.* Thank you, Faulkner. I really appreciate it… [f | 02:24 Sep 06]
The maid hangs the doctor’s coat and then asks for him to wait in the library. She must ask the Wellingtons about who the doctor was for. (02:25 Sep 06)

Doctor St James: *Nods, although his teeth are chattering. Oh dear, let’s hope he doesn’t catch a cold. That would be dreadful!* O … of course. Th … thank you. [m | 02:27 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Waits until all of them are in the library….feeling utterly foolish for having to do this! But…she plans on starting on the ground floors, then wooork her way up! And poking into every room she finds unoccupied! Not much of a plan……. * [f | 02:27 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Smiles back.* You are quite welcome, Miss Courtland. *He bows.* Should you require anything before my return, please do not hesitate to summon me. If you will excuse me. *Then he’s gone to get some warm milk and some fresh bread. On the way down, he passes by the library and spots the doctor waiting. He knows him well because Dr. St. James is the Wellington’s physician.* Good evening, Doctor St. James. [m | 02:30 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *A litany of curses is certainly stringing through her mind! But she does as much investigating as she possibly can! Knowing that while it seems safe at the moment; something else horrible could return!* [f | 02:31 Sep 06]

Marion: *She moves to get out of those wet clothes, it being slightly difficult with the pain in her shoulder. With them off she pulls on a nice warm robe, and curls up on the bed… she’s fallen asleep before she even realized!* [f | 02:31 Sep 06]
Marion’s room grows dark and unnaturally cooooold! Ice crystals even form on the window panes. But there’s not a single sound. (02:38 Sep 06)

Marion: *it’s so cold her lungs ache when she breathes! She blinks a weary eye open to find the room pitch dark, her eyes can barely adjust… she scoots quickly to the center of the bed! Something feels so weird here!* …hello…? [f | 02:42 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Stops from looking at some books and whirls around!* Oh … Faulkner! *He catches his breath.* I … I’m … so sorry … I … [m | 02:43 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Her investigations draw her closer to Marion’s room….! Though she’s not even aware of who Marion is, or who the room belongs to! She pauses right by that door …..seemingly as if,……waiting, or feeling for something!*’ [f | 02:44 Sep 06]
Something brushes against Marion’s cheek. It feels ice cold.. and sort of slimey! Still, there’s not a sound! (02:44 Sep 06)

Faulkner Grant: It is quite alright. Doctors have things to tend to. Tending to things take time. You were called here to tend to Miss Courtland. I will notify her at once that you have arrived. Would you like anything to drink or to eat? [m | 02:45 Sep 06]

Marion: *She’s frozen with fear! She can’t bring herself to move, nor scream… a strangled cry barely whispers between her lips!* [f | 02:46 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Coughs into his fist.* Uh well … perhaps some hot tea while I wait for Miss Courtland? I am … awfully cold. [m | 02:47 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Suddenly, that bad feeling just keeps getting stronger right outside this door!….. Always the impulsive one, she opens it! And notices right away that its cold! But not that anyone is in here!* [f | 02:48 Sep 06]
Illiana can only see pitch black darkness! It’s like the entire room was shrouded in some sort of impenetrable shadow! And… it’s deathly silent! Like it swallows up the sounds! (02:50 Sep 06)

Faulkner Grant: *Nods.* Most certainly. I will send one of the maids with some hot tea at once. If you will excuse me. *He bows and goes into the kitchen where he has hot tea made for the doctor and warm milk for Miss Courtland. He finds some bread still fresh from earlier.* [m | 02:51 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Seconds later, her sword flashes out! She calls out into the darkness;……hello?? Is anyone here? *Moves further inside the room!* [f | 02:51 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: Th … thank you. *He manages a sheepish grin to Faulkner before he disappears, then turns back to the books. Whenever he comes by, the Wellingtons’ collection has always fascinated him. There are just so many!* [m | 02:52 Sep 06]
Nothing! No sound penetrates! Marion can not hear Illiana, nor can Illiana hear what is in the room! There is only that eerie darkness that isn’t even pierced by the light in the hallway! Something sliiiimey wraps itself around Marion’s neck! (02:53 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *She’s moving closer to that bed! Though its’ so dark she cant even see her own hand in front of her face! She knows something’s there!* COme on beastie! Whatever trouble youre up to; drop it…..and fight like you actually have something to live for! Though I just cant imagine what…. [f | 02:55 Sep 06]
A slimey thing wraps around Illiana’s leg and jerks her up to the ceiling! (02:57 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *Gah! Smacks against that ceiling pretty damn hard! Enough to where she’ll feel that bruise in the morning! Angry now, she slices at the thing holding her!* What’s the matter? Did I insult you?? I could always insult your family while I’m here! [f | 02:59 Sep 06]
The slimey limbs wrap around both ladies tightly… and suddenly… they drop!! They find themselves downstairs in the library, the shroud of darkness is gone, revealing… a horrifying tentacle beast! (03:02 Sep 06)

Faulkner Grant: *The hot tea is soon ready! He sends Sarah with the hot tea to Dr. St. James, along with two slices of lemons. The doctor has been to the Wellington home so many times, Faulkner knows exactly how he prefers his tea. Then he takes the warm milk and the bread up to Miss Courtland’s room.* [m | 03:03 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Thaaat had to be a long drop!! But she’s already moving to stand somewhat unsteadilly to her feet! She shakes it off, and goes charging right for it! Soon she’s hacking at the tentacles! Trying to get to its head….or heart….or whatever teh hell vulnerable spot it might have!* [f | 03:04 Sep 06]
The maid takes the tea to the Library, where she promptly SCREAMS bloody murder and drops the tray!! There’s a monster in there! (03:04 Sep 06)

Doctor St James: O.O! *One moment he’s relaxing and the next … He drops, frozen against the bookshelf!* There is a logical explanation to this … This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening! *Is clutching his bag to him!* [m | 03:05 Sep 06]

Marion: *She can’t look…! She has her eyes squeezed shut and she’s aware of being on her knees with that thing wrapped around her neck, and the scream of the maid…!! She doesn’t whimper a sound!* [f | 03:06 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Grumbles under her breath! Too many possible casualties… then she sees Marion being choked, and goes right after that tentacle as a priority to hack off!* [f | 03:07 Sep 06]
The tentacle is hacked off and Marion is released… but a new set of tentacles grow and they… wrap themselves around Dr. St James! (03:08 Sep 06)

Faulkner Grant: *Has just gotten to Miss Courtland’s room! He drops the milk and the bread when he sees the giant hole in the floor, racing over to it!* Miss Courtland! Lady Rosewood! *He jumps and lands beside Marion.* Miss Courtland! *He grabs her and races out of the library!* [m | 03:09 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She sees the poor doctor getting attacked next…..and with one bold-as-you-please move….she’s raising two eyebrows, and divebombing the pile of growing tentacles, trying to hack them all away from the doctor! Her sword is faster than a blur!* [f | 03:10 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: Logical explanation. Logical explanation. Logical explanation! *He cries as if doing so will make the tentacles and the monster disappear! He’s still clutching the doctor’s bag!* [m | 03:10 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : Hahaa…. you’re kidding right? Logical explanations are like fairytales! *Still chopping the tentacles like weeds to free the man!* [f | 03:11 Sep 06]

Marion: *She doesn’t utter a peep! Her eyes are squeezed shut so tight, and she’s hoping desperatly it’s just a bad dream!* [f | 03:12 Sep 06]
Hack! Splotch! Thud! Every tentacle that gets hacked off, more grow in their place! (03:13 Sep 06)

Doctor St James: Not when you’re being attacked by a figment of your imagination! *Mutters! If it wasn’t for the fact he’s scared out of his mind, a part of him would probably have found it amusing that he had enough sanity to argue with someone!* [m | 03:13 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Doesn’t stop until he’s far away from that thing and in the hallway outside of the ballroom! [m | 03:14 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Modesty forgotten, he’s still holding Miss Courtland and keeping an eye out for that thing. Or any other thing that decides to pop up!* [m | 03:15 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *But at least now she’s able to manuver herself in front of the doctor! Now she can at least prevent him from being strangled better! Continues hacking them….searching for a weakpoint….tempted to lunge at the head!* If you’re attacked by figments of your imagination….I cant wait to go home and see scary pink bunnies all over my room… [f | 03:15 Sep 06]
Never fear! Sir and Lady Wellington appear! This time, they have an axe and a cross bow! While Illiana hacks away at the tentacles, Lady Wellington fires the crossbow. finally, Sir Wellington chops the axe in to the beast’s head! (03:18 Sep 06)

Doctor St James: Pink bunnies?! *He’s horrified of bunnies, too! They’re second only to women … and big, scary figments of his imagination!* [m | 03:19 Sep 06]
The monster gurgles as it shrinks… tiny and smaller… until finally, nothing is left but a tooth! (03:20 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *……Impeccable timing…..! Juust as she was about to tease the terrified doctor yet more! The Wellingtons manage to destroy another monster…..this time she declines to pick up the tooth!* ….. You’re both far better hunters than I am. Thank you for intervening……. and sorry for investigating without permission, [f | 03:21 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Didn’t realize his eyes were shut until now! He opens one eye … and then another. Has his imagination stopped now?* [m | 03:22 Sep 06]

Marion: *Modesty forgotten indeed, she’s only in that robe and showing a looong set of legs! But she has no thoughts of modesty, only fear! She at least tries to stillher shuddering!* is it.. is it all right now? [f | 03:23 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Oh sweetheart, you ARE good aren’t you! *She exclaims to Illiana!* I really should apologize myself, we tend to have all sorts of things happen… Thought tonight… this was just unexpected! [f|03:24 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: Here, here… We’ve never had beasts get loose on us like this. I fathom there might be a plot afoot! [m|03:24 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She blinks!* Well, not really M’lady. But its alright.. Ijust had this feeling I needed to come back… And Sir Wellington; you may very well be right about a plot…. but why would so many things be after one girl? [f | 03:25 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: I believe so, Miss Courtland. *Is far too busy making certain the coast is clear to look at Miss Courtland’s exposed … parts.* Shall I take you into the kitchen for something to drink and settle your stomach now? [m | 03:26 Sep 06]

Marion: I… don’t know.? *Her head was spinning! But… she pushed it back. She couldn’t think about those beasts! She’ll think of anything else!* Yes? [f | 03:28 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: *He looks at his wife, before looking a bit embarrassed!* Well… Though we appreciate your help, I am not sure if we can explain about Miss Courtland… [m|03:29 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Hmm. Maybe we should, love. It’s starting to get rather dangerous, and Marion might have been hurt again if Lady Illiana didn’t arrive. We hadn’t thought of a second beast… [f|03:30 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : I understand… but perhaps just any clue that could help me possibly figure out how to stop these attacks? Oh and your doctor is probably scared witless….perhaps he should be escorted home? [f | 03:31 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: Hm. The staff will understand … with the state you are in. Most of them have already retired for the night. *He takes her into the kitchens which is indeed empty. It has been a long night and with the monsters … all the more reason not to be hanging around the house. He lets her down on one of the seats and starts boiling up the water again.* Would my lady prefer something else to drink? [m | 03:32 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Deep breath.* I … I … will be … fine. *Another deep breath.* And I cannot leave in good conscience until my patient is seen to. [m | 03:33 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: Good, man, St James. Good man. My sweet… if you wish to explain about Miss Courtland, I shall take the doctor to see about her. [m|03:33 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She looks at the doctor again! Hmm…..perhaps stronger than he first seemed? She doesn’t argue; certainly this wasnt her house and she was just wanting to get to the bottom of this!* [f | 03:35 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Is standing up and dusting himself off. He seems to get himself together.* [m | 03:37 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Of course, love. *Reaches out a hand to lead Illiana to another not so destroyed room!* I am sure you have heard the gossip mill and their stories of Marion and her sweetheart Thomas… they had such a quick romance before they were married and were only wedded for a few months before he died. That was a year ago and it wasn’t quite what it seemed… [f|03:38 Sep 06]
Illiana Rosewood : *she takes the offered hand and follows lady Wellington! the doctor seemed alright!* Of course…..I’m so sorry about his death…but what really happened? [f | 03:39 Sep 06]

Marion: *She nodded slowly… Focusing her attention on him and what he was doing in the kitchen.* Something warm would be lovely. [f | 03:39 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Smiles gently as he turns to her, setting up two tea cups and two smaller plates to set them on.* Pardon the inconvenience but all we have at the moment is bread and fruit. Would you like sliced apples or pears? The master also had some grapes delivered especially for the party. [m | 03:42 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Thomas was our dearest and favorite cousin, and the dear boy took after our family’s hobbies. The occult is such an interesting topic… I’m afraid that night something rather big happened, and he was killed. Marion must have seen something that someone didn’t want her to see… Only she can’t remember a bit of that evening, and we really do wish to keep it that way… This is really my fault, I should have resisted that silly seance! [f|03:43 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She nods! Listening attentively, completely nonjudgemental..showing she knew a little too well about the supernatural world herself, and just lets her continue.* [f | 03:44 Sep 06]

Marion: I do like pears… *Wraps her arms around herself, ignoring that sting in her shoulder and the swimming of her head. She couldn’t help but return his smile!* [f | 03:45 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Keeps talking because he knows Miss Courtland needs to get her mind off of things.* All through the party, the maids were sharing the latest gossip with each other. Apparently Master Covington is trying to push his youngest son into the family business of shipping. His last four sons–I believe you [m | 03:46 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: We’ve done so well in keeping her safe and there hadn’t been an incident so bad as tonight… I’m afraid I must have dragged them right to her. *She sighs heavily…* You have been a great help, however. Perhaps you would do me the greatest of favors and allowing me to hire you? [f|03:47 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Keeps talking because he knows Miss Courtland needs to get her mind off of things.* All through the party, the maids were sharing the latest gossip with each other. Apparently Master Covington is trying to push his youngest son into the family business of shipping. His last four sons–I believe you’ve met all of them–refused, opting to do other things. *He starts to slice up pears for her.* [m | 03:47 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: *He’s a clever man, and knows his staff are instructed well for…"emergencies". Considering Miss Courtland’s room now has a gaping hole, he opts for leading St. James straight to the kitchen!* [m|03:49 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She blinks!* As your daughter’s protector? Please ma’am…. I… I don’t do such things for money. They are free of charge. But thank-you for such an offer. *Her violet eyes are full of dark secrets herself! She couldn’t resist such a plea for help….not when it seemed to be her duty….* [f | 03:49 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *He places several pieces of pear onto a plate and then puts it in front of Miss Courtland. The water is boiling now so he makes hot tea for the two of them.* I believe the youngest has his sights set on travelling abroad. He often speaks of it. [m | 03:51 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: *She laughed half heartedly!* As we love her like a daughter, she is but our dear cousin by marriage… Oh, but my lady, thank you! We will have rooms prepared for you at once. Anything that you need, we will provide it! [f|03:51 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Follows. Strange things happen at the Wellington place, indeed. But there is always a logical explanation!* [m | 03:52 Sep 06]

Marion: *She plucks up a piece and nibbles slowly…* I feel for Mr. Covington… He did so well to raise his sons with their own thoughts, none of them want to follow in his footsteps… [f | 03:53 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Wow…slightly overwhelmed! This was unexpected to say the least!* I will periodically need to return to my manor; to see its still in top shape; grab my weapons, and a few other things…. but I think I’ll be alright with any spare room,really, Lady Wellington. [f | 03:53 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: That is the way of youth. Perhaps time and the opportunity to travel off the wanderlust should do some good. Would you like anything in your tea, Miss Courtland? [m | 03:55 Sep 06]

Marion: Sugar and cream, please. I do think it’s true, though… Time away for them to live life before coming home to work would be good for them… [f | 03:59 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: Ah! There you are! Marion, the doctor is here to see you. *He says as he enters the kitchen!* [m|04:00 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Is soo going to doom the doctor’s perspective of Logical explanation someday! oO* [f | 04:01 Sep 06]

Lady Wellington: Please do hurry back, and your room will be ready, my dear! [f|04:01 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Pauses in the middle of adding some cream and sugar to Miss Courtland’s tea. He finishes up, then bows to the master.* My lord. Would you or the doctor care for some tea? [m | 04:02 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She thanks the Lady Wellington once more….and is off! She’s got so much to do! this could take a while!* [f | 04:03 Sep 06]
*Ugh! This back and forth thing…! Sighs! But it would be her last one perhaps…at least for a little while! She quickly takes care of things at her manor; ensuring that the maids and servants are well paid enough to be quite helpful in her absence! Then she’s packed, including her weapons; and returning to the Wellingtons once more! Rather exauhsted to be honest!* (04:06 Sep 06)

Sir Wellington: No, no… continue what you’re doing and care for Miss Courtland, man. *He smacks the Doctor on the back!* And you, take care of my girl! [m|04:07 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Coughs politely.* At once! *He puts the bag onto the table and opens it. Then he moves to Miss Courtland’s side, having seen the bandage Faulkner had made. He slowly takes it off and is forced to cut away the part of the nightgown surrounding the wound.* [m | 04:09 Sep 06]

Marion: *Trying desperatly not to blush and to seem unconcerned. It’s really all this attention that’s overwhelming!* [f | 04:10 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: Of course. *As the doctor gets started, he pours the leftover hot water into a bowl with a clean cloth and places it beside the doctor.* Doctor. *He turns to Miss Courtland.* Now where were we … [m | 04:11 Sep 06]

Sir Wellington: She looks pale, St. James! Check her temperature. I think she has a fever… Got caught in that rain… work faster man! *He’s like an over protective papa. Had he a cane in his hand, he’d have likely been jabbing the Doctor in the side the whole time!* [m|04:12 Sep 06]

Marion: *She gives Sir Wellington an exasperated look! Possible the first genuine, non-frightened or weary look for hours! She switches her gaze to Faulkner, almost pleading for help!* [f | 04:14 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Looks up when the bowl and cloth is put beside him and grins sheepishly.* Thank you. *He works a bit faster now and gets Miss Courtland’s wound cleaned and dressed properly. Then he wipes his hands and checks Miss Courtland.* A fever indeed, Sir Wellington. But nothing a good rest–without interruptions–and plenty of hot drinks won’t cure. Make sure she eats plenty of fruits and gets chicken broth. And keep her dry. None of this ‘getting caught in the rain’. *He sounds quite serious now as he arches an eyebrow at the older man.* [m | 04:14 Sep 06]
Illiana is greeted by a maid, who promptly escorts her to her own special rooms! The place is lovely and huge! (04:15 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *She smiles back at the maid! And helps carry her heavy bags and awkward weapons case! She examines the place as she follows the maid to her own room….already having known it had always been so much more beautiful than her and her late-mother’s old manor!* [f | 04:16 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Clears his throat and bows.* Forgive my impudence, my lord. But I believe the doctor is doing all he can at the moment. I can only imagine what he’s been through tonight alone. And Miss Courtland is doing wonderfully … given the circumstances. [m | 04:17 Sep 06]
*Sir Wellington raises an eyebrow!* Who’s the boss around here? *He grumps, looking properly chastised!* Well, then. Keep care of her, Faulkner. …St. James, we’ll be sure Miss Rosewood is all right. Come, then! (04:19 Sep 06)

Illiana Rosewood : *She seems to be alright indeed………x_X! Just sore…..and something was stinging, but she didn’t have time to stop and look! She just had to set her stuff up in her new room…which would probably be quite nice!* [f | 04:21 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Gets his things together in record time and nods.* Yes, sir. *He quickly bows to Miss Courtland.* Have a very good evening, Miss Courtland, Faulkner. [m | 04:24 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Then he follows Sir Wellington!* [m | 04:25 Sep 06]

Marion: *She gives a relieved sigh as they leave… Not that she isn’t appreciative, but all that attention… She was just so tired!* Thank you, Faulkner… [f | 04:28 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She looks closely at her surroundings…..but her stomach is complaining because she hasn’t fed it in…..well she cant really remember how long its been since she’s had time for a nice meal! But she was just mostly tired….so incredibly tired! A Good rest…..then she’d be fine…!* [f | 04:29 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Chuckles softly and smiles.* You are quite welcome, Miss Courtland. I find myself appreciating the butler life more and more. *He notices how tired she is.* Hm. Now about your sleeping arrangements. I believe Lady Rosewood is staying here at the manor. I overheard the maids as they were getting the guest room ready. Perhaps the room next to hers would be best? [m | 04:30 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She has no clue that the doctor or Sir Wellington are on their way to check on her! Never would have even suggested she’d need it!* [f | 04:34 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Is taken to Miss Rosewood’s room. He knocks on the door.* Miss Rosewood? [m | 04:35 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Was at that half-way point between total oblivion and partial consciousness! ow…..waking up hurt! She bliiinks awake,and goes to answer the door!* Doctor? Is there something wrong with Marion? [f | 04:37 Sep 06]

Marion: I might rather run out and hide in the barn if people make too much of a fuss. *She really wasn’t serious, but the thought was there..* [f | 04:38 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: Actually Miss Courtland will be just fine. I was sent to check on you rather. Lord Wellington was … worried about you. He asked me to make sure you were alright before I left for the night. [m | 04:39 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Eek..awkward moment! Considering shes been battered around muuch worse than this before! Oh well…perhaps it was policy!* I guess mostly just bruises that’ll show up tomorrow, and a sting somwhere I didn’t have time to look at…..Its mostly numbed however; so I should be alright. [f | 04:41 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: I believe running and hiding in the barn will make it much worst. The Wellingtons would not rest until you were found and brought back within these walls. Depressing thought, perhaps. But they do love and care for you. [m | 04:43 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Studies Miss Rosewood.* My apologies, my lady, but your word will not suffice. I will not be able to rest until I know for certain all is well. [m | 04:44 Sep 06]

Marion: *She looks guilty, and tired!* I know, I know… I just don’t want to be so much of a burden. [f | 04:45 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *grumbles something about sicing her pink bunnies after him! But she steps back further inside the room to let him in!* …..Fine…. I’ll try to stay awake for this…checkup. *Raises an eyebrow!* [f | 04:46 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Smile.* Believe me, Miss Courtland. You are no burden. *He walks around the table and offers her his hand.* Now, let’s get you settled in for the night, shall we? [m | 04:47 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: I assure you, Miss Rosewood. I keep things strictly professional. *He follows her into her room.* So tell me where it hurts. [m | 04:53 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Blinks!* Mostly bruisish sore on my back, a few small ones here and there….but the stinging was on the back of my leg, and I dont remember injuring it at all. [f | 04:54 Sep 06]

Marion: *She takes his hand, and smiles..* I think you’re just flattering me to keep me distracted… [f | 05:00 Sep 06]
*To the doctor’s surprise.. there is a long scrape on the back of her leg, almost like a strip of skin torn; just below the kneecap…going straight down almost to her ankle! And it’s quite deep;already turning green even!* (05:04 Sep 06)

Doctor St James: Bruises are simple enough. If they should get worst for any reason, let Lord or Lady Wellington know and they can fetch me right away. *He checks on the scrape and raises an eyebrow.* How odd. How long have you had this? *He opens his bag.* [m | 05:04 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Shrugs!* I haven’t honestly had time to count the hours which I felt the sting. It stopped sometime ago. So I forgot about it… [f | 05:06 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: *Bows.* I would never dream of it, Miss Courtland. *He smiles back.* I prefer to use stories and gossip to distract people. *Then he escorts her out of the kitchen and to the guest room.* It hasn’t been prepared yet but I can do that in a matter of minutes. Speaking of the barn, one of the maids told me she found a mother cat and a litter of kittens there just the other day. [m | 05:09 Sep 06]

Marion: The barn is a good place for kitties. *Marion slides in to a chair, not having much energy to remain standing.. and watches him bustle around the room! * …I wonder if moving my room would even make a difference… *she frowned…* [f | 05:14 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *She looks tired enough to pass out while the doctor’s talking to her and examining! She keeps trying to not just nod off right there on her feet!* [f | 05:21 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: It is never wise to forget any pain your body feels for any unnatural reason. [m | 05:22 Sep 06]

Doctor St James: *Goes rummaging in his bag.* Let me see if I have anything in here that will help. If not, I will have to see about having some sent here. [m | 05:23 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood : *Gives him a funny look!* I usually have no choice but to just move on,doctor. But thanks… Probably good advice. [f | 05:24 Sep 06]

Faulkner Grant: We will never know until we try, my lady. *He wonders if he should talk to Lord and Lady Wellington about moving Miss Courtland out of here … but then he realizes the Wellingtons and even Lady Rosewood are better equipped to handle this than the Queen herself.* Would you like me to ask someone to sit beside your bed? [m | 05:26 Sep 06]

Marion: I really don’t want to have to bother anyone with babysitting me. *But she’s considering asking him to stay… he always tells her such nice stories…* [f | 05:33 Sep 06]

Illiana Rosewood  *Was being treated for her wounds by Dr. St James!* [06:17 Sep 13]

Marion is dreadfully tired, and seeming to be falling asleep where she sits! [06:18 Sep 13]

Doctor St James is hard at work! [06:19 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant is going to get Miss Courtland to a new room! [06:21 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Takes Miss Courtland to a room beside Miss Rosewood’s.* It’s no burden at all, Miss Courtland. Besides, there’s nothing else I would rather do than spend time with you. [m | 06:22 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : *Was very tired and worn out herself…. it had been weeks since she’d last slept decently, and days since she’d had anything much to eat.* Well I suppose this time I won’t be too terrible of a patient… [f | 06:22 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: Wise decision. You should do fine as long as you take it easy … Eat well. *He raises an eyebrow and gives her a serious look.* But I have a feeling telling you to take it easy is asking for the moon to fall. [m | 06:24 Sep 13]

Marion: You really don’t have to flatter me, I appreciate you enough as it is. *Trying so hard not to yaaaaawn.* [f | 06:25 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : *She grins sheepishly at that!* Taking it easy hasn’t been in my book in years. But since you’re a man of logic; I won’t bother to say why. And I’ll get something from the kitchen as soon as I take a nice long nap. [f | 06:26 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: *Starts putting everything back into his bag.* I can fetch something from the kitchen if you want. I’m going there myself. Perhaps a cup of tea before I head back home. [m | 06:28 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : Hm.. Actually I think I’ll join you. Stretch my legs a bit.. I don’t want to go into too heavy of a sleep… [f | 06:29 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Chuckles softly.* "Flattery can be both honest and cruel" or so my father used to say. *He opens the door to Miss Courtland’s room.* Not to worry, Miss Courtland. I will alert the Wellingtons to where your temporary room is. [m | 06:30 Sep 13]

Marion: *Examines the room without trying to look like she’s examining it… She’s much too old to be afraid of the dark or sleeping alone, but that nagging fear is still there.* Can you stay here for a little while? Just until I fall asleep? [f | 06:34 Sep 13]
Doctor St James: Good idea. I’m telling you to take it easy because when you put too much strain on your body, your body cannot perform its normal function. And everything suffers as a result. [m | 06:34 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : I found out the hardway on that note several times. Unfortunately, what I do doesn’t much allow me time to take it easy as I’ve said. *Walks with him out towards the kitchens! A sandwich with maybe a glass of milk sounded perfect.* [f | 06:36 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: Hm? Certainly, Miss Courtland. It would be a privilege. [m | 06:39 Sep 13]

Marion: *With her relief she gave a genuine smile!* Thank you… *It only took a few moments for her to crawl in to bed and make herself comfortable.* [f | 06:41 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: *Walks out to the kitchens with her.* With any luck, there’ll be enough to make some food. But we’re talking about Faulkner so … chances are we’ll find what we’re looking for. [m | 06:43 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Finds a chair and sits down beside the bed.* You are quite welcome, Miss Courtland. *He smiles.* At times, I have a tendency to forget how foreboding these rooms can be. [m | 06:45 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : *smiles a bit! She’d seen that man only on a few occasions; and each time he sure seemed efficient.* You’d probably know the kitchen area much better than I do. I’ll just have to look for everything else. *Doesn’t seem to mind much!* [f | 06:46 Sep 13]

Marion: It’s only so frightening at night… *She mumbles and yawns again… it doesn’t take longer than a few moments after her head hits the pillow for her to fall asleep!* [f | 06:46 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Watches her sleep and sighs softly.* Especially for you, Miss Courtland. *He says softly.* Especially for you. *He glances around.* [m | 06:48 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: *Escorts Miss Rosewood to the kitchens. The kitchens are large, to be sure. But he finds some bread and some slices of meat and cheese. He gets a kettle of water going.* [m | 06:50 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : Thank-you. *She makes herself a sandwich, then takes it over to a table.* [f | 06:51 Sep 13]

Marion: *Seems to sleep deeply for a good hour or so until… Marion slowly sits up in bed, lookng half awake, half asleep! Brushing the hair from her face, she moves from the edge of the bed and stands slowly without a word!* [f | 06:53 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Has started to doze of by now, his hands folded across his stomach and his chin on his chest.* [m | 06:55 Sep 13]

Marion: *Marion walks with her arms loose at her sides, but with definite purpose..! She seems to know where she’s headed!* [f | 06:59 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : *Eats her sandwich, looking around the kitchen thoughtfully. She looks like she’s making plans already…* So how long are you staying, Doctor? *Asks curiously as she finishes her sandwich.* [f | 07:01 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: Just as soon as I’m done with my tea and the rain has stopped. Perhaps I’ll be lucky enough to get some rest before someone calls for me. [m | 07:02 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Is snoring soundly …* [m | 07:04 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : *Smiles a bit. The man certainly understood what being "On Call" all the time was like.* I hope you have a safe trip home…. May I ask something? Where could I find Markus Fowler? [f | 07:06 Sep 13]

Marion: *She leaves the bedroom and down the stairs with a silent grace… and even out the front door, soundlessy walking out in to the rain! The wetness and cold seem to have no effect on her dreamy face!* [f | 07:06 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Starts awake!* Miss Courtland! *He sits straight up and looks around … bu the bed is empty! He jumps out of his seat and out of the room!* [m | 07:08 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: *Silent and thoughtful for a moment.* He doesn’t live too far from here. Just four homes North of the Wellingtons’ place. He’s out of town for a couple of days, though. *He makes his tea and sips some of it.* [m | 07:11 Sep 13]

Illiana Rosewood : Alright, I’ll just have to see him next week then. *Gets herself a cup of milk, then sits back down.* [f | 07:12 Sep 13]

Marion: *Walking down the sidewalk… seeming to easily step over or around obstacles, and yet being unaware of everything around her! She’s headed straight for the cemetary!* [f | 07:16 Sep 13]

Doctor St James: *Sips more tea.* So you need to see Markus Fowler. May I ask why the urgency? [m | 07:21 Sep 13]

Faulkner Grant: *Can’t seem to find Miss Courtland anywhere in the house! Where could she be?! Suddenly stops!* … She’s … not in the manor anymore. *He realizes to himself. He sees the crossbow Lady Wellington used earlier. It has one shot left. He grabs it but he can’t find the crossbow bolts to reload.* [m | 07:23 Sep 13]