<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 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elizabeth, Christian, Onneca<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/AggyHouse2.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Agatha Dunwich’s house is located at the end of the block near the edge of town.  It is safer that way.  Her home is a modest solid wood construction.  It is two stories and painted a pretty light blue.  If it weren’t for the occasional copper pipe or clockwork addition to the home it would look no different from many of the other homes on the Gomorra Mesa.  As it is Agatha had added a few modern conveniences in the last year she has been the owner.  She has added a small enclosure out back with a working shower to wash away the grime of the day before tracking it into her home and she has some rudimentary plumbing to pipe collected water from barrels and pans outside.  The downstairs has her kitchen and sitting room for entertaining friends and her own tiny work area mostly used for drawing up blueprints.  The upstairs contains two rooms.  One is a small bedroom that she barely uses and the other is her bedroom that is dominated by a four post bed complete with canopy and a large steamer truck at it's foot.  Her bed and the bathing basin are the two creature comforts that she truly enjoys<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Canopy Bed</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Agatha%27s_Bed.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/>The windows of Agatha’s modest home were open to let the heat of her kitchen mingle with the heat of the late afternoon.  The hot California day was being cooled by the ocean breezes that swept the Mesa’s about this time.  It would be a couple more hours before the sun dipped below the horizon and the heat would become manageable or at least palatable.   Someone walking by could, if they listened hard enough, hear the soft voice of the red-haired inventor singing quietly, her lilting voice a perfect match for the song from her homeland...<br/><br/>“By a lonely prison wall<br/>I heard a young girl calling<br/>Micheal they are taking you away<br/>For you stole Trevelyn's corn<br/>So the young might see the morn.<br/>Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.<br/><br/>Low lie the Fields of Athenry<br/>Where once we watched the small free birds fly.<br/>Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing<br/>It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.<br/><br/>By a lonely prison wall<br/>I heard a young man calling<br/>Nothing matters Mary when you're free,<br/>Against the Famine and the Crown<br/>I rebelled they ran me down<br/>Now you must raise our child with dignity.<br/><br/>Low lie the Fields of Athenry<br/>Where once we watched the small free birds fly.<br/>Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing<br/>It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.”<br/>