<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3nd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The London Royal Apothecary, Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lady Boyle, Onneca<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/VictorianDresses.jpg)</div>Morning tea, a ritual Agatha Dunwich looked forward to every morning, though today she was running a little late.  That wasn’t at all uncommon for the copper-haired young scientist.  She was often up late working on one thing or another and last night had been no different in that respect.  However Spooky’s return had been a complete and wonderful surprise.  Neither Onneca, nor Elizabeth knew much about him.  He had left soon after the two had arrived in Gomorra, only staying long enough to know that Agatha would be safe and had a roof over her head and he was gone again, but he was here now and that made her happy.   Gomorra it seems is a town full of surprises and while Christian’s return was near the top of her list nothing compared to finding Onneca again.<br/><br/><em>Onneca.</em>The name brought a soft smile to her lips, one born of distant memories, of rail camp songs and made up games, of laughter and whispers and wildflowers.  Agatha often wondered if the memories she cherished most were held as dearly by her childhood friend.  She was afraid to ask.<br/><br/>There was a little bounce in Agatha's step as she walked across the raised wooden walk along Main Street towards The London Royal Apothecary.  She knew which boards needed replacing and which did not just by the sounds they made and the way they flexed against her feet.  She wore a simple dress, eggshell white, though of fine quality and twirled a parasol on her shoulder.  She would like to have dressed prettier for tea (or for the ladies she enjoyed it with), but unlike Elizabeth, her work could be dirty and grimy and it wouldn’t do to soil her good clothes.  As it is, it would take her an hour just to get out of this dress and into clothes she used in her workshop when she opened the store for the day.  Today her long fiery locks were coiled into a pair of braids she wrapped from her temples and coiled up in back where they were pinned in place. A dusting of rouge gave a hint of color to her porcelain cheeks and her emerald eyes shown brightly in the morning sun.<br/><br/>She looked much more proper today than normal, but there had been a town meeting this morning and dire news it was.  The sheriff was dead.  Shot in cold blood and they were mounting a posse to go get the man responsible.  It was bad.  She had been in towns without a sheriff before.  It knocked a town off kilter like a badly constructed building.  No sheriff to some meant no law and that would make a town like Gomorra even more dangerous.  She pushed the ugly thoughts from her mind, an easy thing for Agatha.  She rarely stayed on a specific thought very long unless she was working on a project or taking tea.<br/><br/>It was Onneca that first suggested they meet together in the mornings to talk.  Elizabeth naturally suggested Tea.  It was familiar to her, a little bit of distant home, Agatha assumed, but she had readily agreed.  For the better part of the last year they had met to talk and share and gossip.  The men of Gomorra snickered and laughed at them.  They were women playing shop and nothing more, poor bastards didn’t know what hit them.  They had stayed and persevered and even thrived and had done so together.   There were the best of friends and that made certain things very complicated for Agatha.  Normally she welcomed complicated.  Agatha reveled in complicated, but that was steel and steam, cogs and capacitors.  This was a different kind of complicated.<br/><br/>Agatha lifted a bouquet of desert wildflowers to her pert nose and let their fragrance caress it.  They were tied together with a single bit of twine; orange poppies, pure white desert stars and lavender evening primroses.  Agatha had picked them while out on the mesa the day before and kept them in water overnight so she would have them for today.  Flowers didn’t grow in fields of color here like they did on the mainland.  Here they grew on the leeward side of rocky outcroppings or on the side of the mesa’s walls themselves.  The Maze had more to offer than ghost rock and even in such a blasted and inhospitable land you could find something truly beautiful if you just knew where to look.<br/><br/><br/>