<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>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha could tell from Onneca’s smile that something was wrong, it touched her lips, but not her eyes.  The wonderful news of Christian’s return died on her lips and she glanced from Onneca to Elizabeth who was reading a missive,  a furrowed brow of concern marring her otherwise flawless features.  She gave Onneca a questioning look, the gifts she brought momentarily forgotten.<br/><br/>“Elizabeth.” She asked softly.  “Is it about the Sheriff?”  She had been at the Town Hall when the Mayor made the announcement.  If she hadn’t been rushing off this morning to be at that very place she would have read about it in the paper.  She noted the pistol on the table, but had been around guns long enough not to be concerned about it.  A woman living alone must always be on guard for those thinking she was an easy target.  Two young and attractive woman (and Agatha) sharing tea on a porch could, in a town like Gomorra, attract the wrong kind of attention.  Agatha always carried her derringer in her purse and had a shotgun behind the counter of her shop, but it was the fact that she was one of “those” scientists that did the most to keep the riff-raff away.  Most right minded people avoided Agatha unless something broke down and needed fixing.  She was sure they thought she could explode at any moment and take them all with her.<br/><br/>For a woman like Agatha the sideways glances and strange looks hurt.  She didn’t often show it, but it did.  It didn’t help that her specialty was not something you ever talked about in polite society, but she had found her niche.  In a town dominated by men she could either build a better killing machine, cater to the entertainment centers of Gomorra or focus on products the ladies of Gomorra could enjoy.  She had done the first and been blackballed from the collegium so now she did the later and was very successful for it.  There was a certain strange pride and sense of accomplishment being the provider of so much enjoyment for the ladies (and men) of Gomorra even if she could never tell a soul.<br/><br/>Once again Agatha shared a glance with Onneca, her own face now concerned and waiting for an answer from Elizabeth.<br/><br/>