A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)
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				Title: <strong>A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 10:40:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Cordialinvitation.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br>Downstairs in the kitchens was a hive of activity, cook was trying to organise the last pieces of the extensive meal that had been prepared. Maids were scurrying up and downstairs carrying many delicacies for the guests even before they actually sat down to a meal. As it was she had already lost three maids since the return of the master which in itself was troubling. That along with the gossip an&nbsp; &nbsp; d ghost stories about that thing in the casket. Even the thought of it made her shiver, the maids too of late had been more nervous.<br><br>However that was not her concern it was really more the jurisdiction of Margaret and Albert, still it was troubling. The gossip flew about the kitchen, and it was ripe, certainly the fact there was another darky at the gathering and he was a man….was he the first husband of Malsika…also one of the maids returned downstairs to say that Lady Charlotte Howard had arrived with rather an attractive man…without a maid. Who knew what one could get up to in a cab… This obviously caused a great amount of giggling between the girls. So much so cook had to raise her voice again.<br><br>There was also more than a little whispering about the fact that Lady Elizabeth was still confined to her room, it appeared many of the staff did not trust this woman at all, and rather than getting better under her care the lady appeared to be growing weaker.<br><br>A few mentioned the casket but that appeared to bring with it a brief shudder and then silence. It seemed to make the staff very uncomfortable, and no one now goes into the room with the ‘mummy’ in it. <br><br>The cook also had made a strew and put aside some of the food for not only the household staff but also the cab drivers and servants that had to ride in the cab too. This was going to be a long night.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 15:28:24</strong>
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				Mr Cockley soon arrived downstairs in the doorway of the servants quarters he tipped his hat towards those present and peered about the room for food and drink.&nbsp; Smiling warmly the east end man who looked quite strange in his drivers uniform peered across at the other folk present and chirped up with his lively east end voice.&nbsp; <em>“ Chance of a cuppa for a ole driver ? the mists are biting like fleas on the ole hermits dog tonight.” </em><br><br>Mr Cockley grinned brightly at one of the maids passed him a cup and he moved himself so he was not in the way of anyone,&nbsp; he slipped one hand into his coat and pulled out a small bottle of liqueur tipping a generous measure into his tea before holding it out in offer to the other servants present. <br><br><em>“So what's all the bother bout with the lord's an ladies then ? I heard they got some old rotten feller to nose at or sumthin daft.&nbsp; Bloody buy anything won't they, mine just bought a skull or sumthin daft like that supposedly from tha America or sumin, why would ya wan tha useless shit.” </em><br><br>He slurped at his tea and listen to the talk of the others chiming in again when the started to mention spookiness. <em>“Ere you think it's haunted do yer, that probably why they invited Miss Ashwin then she's one those Spirit..Spirital..she's one those daft table wobbler's or whatever you call em. They say er mother was too, say that ere family has a habit of it, all bloody insane more like. Quite famous she though, heard em talking about her mother and father before, he some loon Earl of some place or sumwhat. Ain't right is it, messin with tha dead, what's the dead gotta say to us anyway if they was wise wouldnt be dead would they.” </em>He chuckled to himself and drained the rest of his tea before glaring across the room at a large bubbling pot of broth.&nbsp; <em>“That..looks good, mind if I ave a bowl ? Cold outside you know.”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 08:41:19</strong>
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				The day was busy, the mansion was full of activity and she was in charge to see to it that everything went well with the guests. The pasts few days had been very strange in the manor, strange occurrences had started happening wich had Jessica very worried. Ever since a mummy entered the household as some sort of decoration a lot of weird and scary stuff has been happening. The food was the most important thing right now, she needed to get the food ready and up to the guests upstairs. As the maid with the most experienced Jessica was no stranger to rush, she seemed to be happy when things were going her way and she even got a couple of other maids under her wing. Jessica was a very good person, although that did nothing with some of the people inside the mansion, she earned the respect of a lot of maids in the place even so to the point that she was often searched for advice.<br><br>The day was busy, the manor had a lot of guests the grand revelation of the mummy, the dead body that has been in the manor hidden away in a room for the past few days. Chills went down her spine each time the damn mummy was mentioned, she hated mummies but that one was bad news, she just knew it.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath she looked around the kitchen, walking from place to place she had to fix mistakes the other maids were doing, it was all going downhill everybody was doing their own thing and did not cared for protocol of the things she said that needed to be done in order for the masters to be happy. Taking a deep breath she moved from place to place making sure the maids and cooks were putting the right amount of sugar into everything, she knew full well the masters and mistress wishes and taste and she wanted nothing more than to make them happy and help them through this night.<br><br>Walking to a corner she looked at one of the maids serving the drinks into cups and she shook her head, “Serve them the wine after you get there, go with the empty glasses and the bottle, they would like to see the actual bottle and where the wine came from”. The woman nodded and did as told as she rushed off to serve the people some wine. She had to make sure the kitchen was clean at all times, but right now the cooks were doing their job and she would not interrupt to start cleaning and make more of a mess than anything. One maid was down sick, a couple of the mansion disappeared already, things were not looking too good right now but she was known to work miracles in the mansion and make things happen. It was all thanks to the training her mother. Taking a deep breath she looked around to see if somebody else needed help.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 17:02:09</strong>
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				Helena very quietly made her way into the kitchen.<br><br>Though she'd been with the household for some time the woman still felt out of place among the kitchen staff. Quite possibly, she always would. Officially she was a servant like them, but higher born, better educated… And she knew some of the people here begrudged her those things. The staff in one of her previous households had even made it a sport to torment her. Fortunately nothing like that had happened here yet.<br><br>More often than not, she took her dinner in the schoolroom – away from the other servants – but today she felt strange a need to not-be-alone. Like all the rest here she was suffering from the tension caused by the master's return, the mistress' prolonged illness, the strange guests they were having over and that <em>mummy</em>… "I wouldn't be surprised if it is haunted," she said emphatically, catching the strange coachman's words. "I say the sooner they ship it off to the British Museum the better for all of us."<br><br>She approached the bubbling cauldron of stew and, rather inexpertly like she didn't do this sort of thing often, began to ladle some of it into a bowl. <br><br>"They're all busy," she said quietly, "Best if we help ourselves."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 07:13:01</strong>
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				Mr Cockley watched the bustle of those about him and listened with interest to any idle chatter and gossip, he nodded along with Helena's words in firm agreement.&nbsp; <em>“Yer maybe, I dun rightly believe in tha myself but neva be to sure can ya.&nbsp; Best be it locked up with all tha other mouldy crap they thinks worth keepin.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>He grinned as she suggested that the broth would not be out of the question, displaying another clear sign of his less than noble roots. <em>“Ah thanks, I dun mind if I do.”</em> He assumed the first bowl was for herself and did not seam to be expecting her to ladle one for him, taking the task as his own to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“Ill just ave this then warm me cockles a bit an be off, bes not keep tha horses waitin to long.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </em>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:58:26</strong>
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				After being instructed as to the location of the kitchen, Mr Harry Cooper found it with relative ease. This was helped by the wonderful smell of stew emanating from the doorway to his far right. He teased the door open and waited to take in the aroma and scan the room for activity. He wasn’t disappointed. Maids were scurrying around and of course a Cook. On top of that, a man was helping himself to the stew and chatting to a rather voluptuous young lady. Probably a Governess, he taught. As he stepped into the kitchen, one maid in particular caught Cooper’s eye, as she seemed to be organising the others and looked like someone who would be more than willing to assist him in his quest. He decided that in order to navigate this situation successfully he would probably speak to her in order to achieve his goal of a full bowl of steaming stew. It did not take long to walk over to the maid’s side. He coughed lightly, in order to get her attention, and in an attempt to make her feel at ease he smiled and remarked “You seem to be organising things well here. Tell me what does a man have to do to get a bowl of that delicious stew and for you to smile?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 21:12:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4371236#msg4371236">Quote from: Cadavar on 14-03-2011, 19:58:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After being instructed as to the location of the kitchen, Mr Harry Cooper found it with relative ease. This was helped by the wonderful smell of stew emanating from the doorway to his far right. He teased the door open and waited to take in the aroma and scan the room for activity. He wasn’t disappointed. Maids were scurrying around and of course a Cook. On top of that, a man was helping himself to the stew and chatting to a rather voluptuous young lady. Probably a Governess, he taught. As he stepped into the kitchen, one maid in particular caught Cooper’s eye, as she seemed to be organising the others and looked like someone who would be more than willing to assist him in his quest. He decided that in order to navigate this situation successfully he would probably speak to her in order to achieve his goal of a full bowl of steaming stew. It did not take long to walk over to the maid’s side. He coughed lightly, in order to get her attention, and in an attempt to make her feel at ease he smiled and remarked “You seem to be organising things well here. Tell me what does a man have to do to get a bowl of that delicious stew and for you to smile?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her eyes went wide as she saw the man, he surprised her with showing up next to her like that. Taking a deep breath she looked over at him and nodded, "The food is nearly done sir, the maids will get the soup to the main dinning room and I am sure you will get to eat, if you would be so kind to wait in the main room outside I can get you a bowl up front if you wish. As you can see we are in a bit of a hurry here and with the people running around... let's just say is not safe here for your clothes, so if you would be so kind to wait in the next room I can get you the first patch of stew that comes out".
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 09:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4371466#msg4371466">Quote from: Acid Lips on 14-03-2011, 21:12:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her eyes went wide as she saw the man, he surprised her with showing up next to her like that. Taking a deep breath she looked over at him and nodded, "The food is nearly done sir, the maids will get the soup to the main dinning room and I am sure you will get to eat, if you would be so kind to wait in the main room outside I can get you a bowl up front if you wish. As you can see we are in a bit of a hurry here and with the people running around... let's just say is not safe here for your clothes, so if you would be so kind to wait in the next room I can get you the first patch of stew that comes out".<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Seeing that he did indeed surprise her, he remarked “Apologies my dear, it was not my intent to startle you”. He smile and continued “I will indeed retire to the room next door and perhaps over the course of the evening I will get your name.” Pausing for dramatic effect, he finished with “I am called, by many, Mr Harry Cooper, but you can call me Harry if you like as I am no sir. I look forward to seeing you again and of course that stew that you speak of” On that he turned, on his heel, and made his way to the other room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 16:36:10</strong>
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				.<br>The Staff continued to buzz about and still gossiped about various matters in the household. A few disappeared upstairs with drinks, while the housekeeper Mrs Burford briefly came in to acquire a couple of the more sensible girls to make sure the table was ‘just so’. Also she needed to make sure that the two girls that would be serving the ladies in the parlour during the event were suitably attired. Of course they had been advised earlier but this was an extremely important event as it was first one since the brothers had returned to England.<br><br>This woman hushed the girls and their ‘nonsense’ though as soon as the housekeeper returned upstairs it continued. The new snippits from those who had been invisible and making sure the drinks were available, were that there was another foreigner, and as well as that and American….and goodness that man in a mask with the ghosty lady. <br><br>“Well I think she is playing games…”<br><br>“Oooooh no me mavver used ta read tea leaves and she swore me dead da was communicatin’ froo vem…now she was no fool. She reckons I might ‘ave the gift.” too.” There were a couple of gasps and it seemed that the gossip was drawing away from the finishing touches to the meal.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 20:10:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4374556#msg4374556">Quote from: Cadavar on 15-03-2011, 09:00:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seeing that he did indeed surprise her, he remarked “Apologies my dear, it was not my intent to startle you”. He smile and continued “I will indeed retire to the room next door and perhaps over the course of the evening I will get your name.” Pausing for dramatic effect, he finished with “I am called, by many, Mr Harry Cooper, but you can call me Harry if you like as I am no sir. I look forward to seeing you again and of course that stew that you speak of” On that he turned, on his heel, and made his way to the other room.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A half hour later she finally came out with a bowl of the stew, "I am so sorry it took awhile sir, servings is about to leave to the table but as promised here is one for you sir". She gave him the bowl of stew and smiled, "Call me Jessica sir, nice to meet you. Although you may not want to is my duty to call you sir since I am a servant of this house and you are a guest. If you need anything else just let me or any of the maids know and we can surely help you out". Smiling she bowed her head a bit waiting for her to be excused so she could go back and work with the rest of the maids.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 09:06:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4376017#msg4376017">Quote from: Acid Lips on 15-03-2011, 20:10:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A half hour later she finally came out with a bowl of the stew, "I am so sorry it took awhile sir, servings is about to leave to the table but as promised here is one for you sir". She gave him the bowl of stew and smiled, "Call me Jessica sir, nice to meet you. Although you may not want to is my duty to call you sir since I am a servant of this house and you are a guest. If you need anything else just let me or any of the maids know and we can surely help you out". Smiling she bowed her head a bit waiting for her to be excused so she could go back and work with the rest of the maids.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Once he entered the room, he was alone for sometime. He found a sit by the old oak table and sat down for a few minutes until curiosity got the better of him. At that moment he could not sit down anymore he started to explore the cupboards and draws. After about 20 minutes he decided it was probably best if he was to sit down again as he was sure the maid might catch him snooping. Five more minutes went by uneventfully until the good maid entered. He had to admit she was quite appealing to the eye. He smiled as she entered with the stew. He listened to her every word and nodded with understanding as to her name and the reason for addressing him as sir. Seeing her place the bowl down next to him, he returned the smile. “Thank you Jessica” he said politely. “I won’t keep you, please, if you need to get back to your duties, please do so. We can always converse when you are a little less busy.” In his eyes it was clear that he really wanted her to stay, but understood that her duties required her elsewhere.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 20:32:47</strong>
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				Jessica shook her head and smiled, "It's quite alright sir, I left them quite on their way they can handle the rest without me". She smiled sitting besides him and finally taking a deep breath as she relaxed. She knew that something was on his mind, and if it was what she thought it was she was screwed, Maids were supposed to please the masters and his guests the best way possible and with whatever they need, even if it was sexual need. She wasn't sure what the man wanted but she thought she better wait for him to come up with it, she had a lot of think about. The mummy was something she hated in the mansion, it brought all sorts of strange things and situations around the place and it just felt really odd around the mansion with a mummy around. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 09:01:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4369426#msg4369426">Quote from: Sabriel on 14-03-2011, 07:13:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mr Cockley watched the bustle of those about him and listened with interest to any idle chatter and gossip, he nodded along with Helena's words in firm agreement.&nbsp; <em>“Yer maybe, I dun rightly believe in tha myself but neva be to sure can ya.&nbsp; Best be it locked up with all tha other mouldy crap they thinks worth keepin.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>He grinned as she suggested that the broth would not be out of the question, displaying another clear sign of his less than noble roots. <em>“Ah thanks, I dun mind if I do.”</em> He assumed the first bowl was for herself and did not seam to be expecting her to ladle one for him, taking the task as his own to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“Ill just ave this then warm me cockles a bit an be off, bes not keep tha horses waitin to long.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </em> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Helena was relieved the coachman saw after his own needs rather than make her do it for him - which would make her feel more like a servant. Spoiled as she was by her upbringing, she hated feeling like a servant. Maybe it was this kindness that caused the governess to stay and chat with Mr Cockley, or maybe it was because she felt the need to talk to someone, anyone but those annoying kids in her charge, and since everyone else was busy this somewhat coarse man would have to do.<br><br>"I didn't use to believe in that sort of thing either," the large woman said in perfect, clipped English, "Now, I'm not so sure. You heard the maids..." gossiping far too much in Helena's opinion. It always made her wonder if the people who'd served her when she was younger had done so too - <em>of course they had</em> - and what they might've said about her and her parents. <br><br>The woman sat back down, crossing her legs, and set her bowl down on the table but didn't start to eat just yet, waiting for the man to join her as was proper. "Strange things are happening in this house. Two of the maids have fallen sick and some people..." herself included but she didn't want to reveal that. "Some people have been seeing strange things. A great black hound, a raven at the window," she shook her head, smirking in a skeptical way. "Of course, they might be suffering from over-active imaginations." <br><br>She tilted her head at the coachman, "You said miss Ashwin takes a special interest in this kind of thing?"<br><br>Helena had heard the name of course, combined with some scandalous rumors which she didn't take at face value, but here was one of the ladies own servants talking about it and she was intrigued.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 15:00:21</strong>
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				<br>Mr Cockley's attention seamed divided for a moment as he savored the rare treat of a warm meal, it was not very often that he received such hospitality from other households. He listened and nodded along with Helena as she spoke taking his time with finishing the bowl and pausing to speak.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Er Lady upstairs not rightly sure she does either, but I would nat be surprised if it's why shes ere what with her past and family. I had to drive er sum propa strange places at times, an that creepy silent fellow is always with er would nah wan ta run in to em in a dark ally either."&nbsp; </em><br><br>He seamed to consider her question for a moment raising a hand to stroke at his chin his face scrunching up as if he was really having to think about that answer. <em> "Well ta be honest luv I dun like to say, not my business wha the Lady does is it now.&nbsp; But I think she does,&nbsp; but she don't seam tha sure if she think its real or not I think but I think it interests her yer.&nbsp; But ill say this about er she a smart one tha lady an kind for what she is, she provides well for us in her service." </em><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 19:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4386164#msg4386164">Quote from: Acid Lips on 17-03-2011, 20:32:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jessica shook her head and smiled, "It's quite alright sir, I left them quite on their way they can handle the rest without me". She smiled sitting besides him and finally taking a deep breath as she relaxed. She knew that something was on his mind, and if it was what she thought it was she was screwed, Maids were supposed to please the masters and his guests the best way possible and with whatever they need, even if it was sexual need. She wasn't sure what the man wanted but she thought she better wait for him to come up with it, she had a lot of think about. The mummy was something she hated in the mansion, it brought all sorts of strange things and situations around the place and it just felt really odd around the mansion with a mummy around.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Seeing that she was waiting for something, he slightly coughed to clear his throat and boldly suggested “In that case, would you like to stay seated whilst I eat my stew that you so kindly served me then perhaps you can show me around the wonders of this magnificent home. As I am quite the adventurer who needs constant stimulation and because of this I bore easily.” He could not help but notice that he was finding it difficult to get her voice out of his mind. It was quite captivating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 20:35:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4390250#msg4390250">Quote from: Cadavar on 18-03-2011, 19:33:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seeing that she was waiting for something, he slightly coughed to clear his throat and boldly suggested “In that case, would you like to stay seated whilst I eat my stew that you so kindly served me then perhaps you can show me around the wonders of this magnificent home. As I am quite the adventurer who needs constant stimulation and because of this I bore easily.” He could not help but notice that he was finding it difficult to get her voice out of his mind. It was quite captivating.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She shook her head and smiled, "I am sorry sir but until the event pass I cannot fulfill your request. Once it does I can, I don't know the entire castle myself sir so I can only show you what I know. But that will be after the activities are over, I don't want to get into trouble with the mistress and the master of this castle". Once the event is over search for me and I will show you what I can". She smiled at him and nodded taking a deep breath and looking tot he ceiling finally having a chance to rest for a bit.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 10:28:18</strong>
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				<strong>Cooper and Jessica</strong><br><br>A lad of maybe twelve or thirteen passed through the room his hands were dirty as was he, he had the smell of the stables about him. “Sir ….Miss…” he paused then and looked at the stew. Licking his lips a little. “Mind if I grab some for mesen&nbsp; and some for Mister Richard?” Mister Richard Cotton was the stable master a large bear of a man but certainly generous enough to those few that worked under him. He spent most of his time in the stables, even sleeping there. “The ‘oss’s are right twitchy tonight…worse than usual…” with that he was out of the room.<br><br><strong>The kitchen</strong><br><br>The lad walked through the kitchen blushing a little as he passed on of the younger maids. She blushed too in between continuing the gossip about what was going on upstairs. There was still a good deal of talking about that thing upstairs, and about the ill mistress….However when they found out<em> that</em> American had arrived with his daughter that caused another stir. Apparently she got the pox after working in a hospital…imagine all that money and she works in a hospital…the consensus&nbsp; from most of them was she should be locked up for insanity. After all the woman would want for nothing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 10:40:40</strong>
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				She looked at the lad and could not help but smile, nodding she looked at the man besides her for a moment, "If you would excuse me for a minute". She bowed grabbing the lad's hand and moving with him to the kitchen, she knew he was hungry and there was more than enough food to feed him before sending him on the way. Moving him to a small table she pulled out a chair, "Sit there while I get you some food". She smiled pouring a rather big bowl of stew with some milk and bring it back to the boy, "You eat first, then we will take care of your request, relax and eat" she gave him some bread as she sat besides him to watch him eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 15:56:41</strong>
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				The lad was most pleased at the offer, the food was certainly welcome and he also got to flirt a little more with some of the young maids. They seemed to enjoy the attention, a couple of the other ones joked with Jessica about her taking off that man to the room on his own…he was quite a looker, and likely a catch with that rather handsome major as an employer. A few fanned themselves with hands jokingly.<br><br>Most of them left Helena to herself, she had always been a bit uppity, however nothing like that witch who was taking care of their lovely mistress. One of the maids offered her a cup of tea, as well as offering the rather rough man she was with a light beer.<br><br>The lad looked to the governess; he had little to do with her, save when he was helping with horses when they were going on a short excursion in one of the cabs. She made him very nervous. So he looked back to Jessica, “I ain’t&nbsp; one fer superstition miss, but them ‘oss’s don’t like what they brought back I’m thinking. Bossman says the same…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 20:44:24</strong>
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				She shrugged watching them talk to her. Jessica had learned to ignore them and continue on with her work, "It will be alright lad, you don't need to worry about such stuff, just eat. After this I will get you a bath, looks like you need one" she hated seeing him so dirty and always did her best to help him when he came around, "I told you dear, call me Jessy". She smiled as she waited for him to finish eating before she would lead him to the baths
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 09:25:04</strong>
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				Smiling back at Jessica Cooper picked up his spoon once again and looked into her eyes and remarked “that I will do, I will indeed search for you” at that he proceeded to eat his stew. He was just about to ask if he could keep her company when a lad came into the room requesting sustenance. The moment was lost. He would do his best to continue the conversation once Jessica had seen finished talking to the boy. <br><br>Cooper had a keen ear and began to listen in on what was occurring in the next room. Unbeknownst to most, the Major’s ability to be one step ahead of the game was partly down the Cooper’s keen senses. He listened to the gossip with one ear whilst focusing on what was going on in his immediate vicinity. He nodded politely at Jessica in response to her request to see to the boy. Once they were gone he tucked into his stew once again.<br><br>A few minutes went by while he listened in to the chattering in the kitchen. The banter amused his somewhat. In particular when the maids felt it necessary to gossip openly with Jessica regarding the fact that she had spent so much time with him alone whist he eat his stew. They had to know he could hear them. The door was open after all and he was only in the next room. <em>Handsome</em> he taught … <em>me… no, surely not and a catch to boot</em>. <em>Wait till the Major hears about this. He will be most amused</em>. He smiled at this and wiped the stew from his chin. The giggling made him chuckle to himself. <br><br>He could still see Jessica from his position and could see that the comments did not upset her. He finished his bowl and wiped his face once again with the napkin before standing and re-entering the kitchen. The boy was still eating his stew whilst Jessica was patiently waiting for him to finish. She seemed to care for this boy that much Cooper was sure off. Cooper found a chair and sat down not wanting to disturb them. From time to time he would glance over at Jessica in a hope that she would glance back. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 14:16:59</strong>
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				Having eaten her fill, Helena produced an expensive-looking napkin, silk and cotton with lace edges and her initials embroidered in one corner. It was a relic of her better days. She dabbed the corners of her mouth before gratefully accepting the cup of tea offered by one of the maids. <br><br>Her focus turned back to her companion then. "A kind mistress, that's a thing to be cherished." And Mr Cockley seemed to be doing exactly that, she noticed that though he wasn't silent on the subject of his lady, there was no sordid gossip there, no spiteful remarks. He seemed to be respectful, admiring even. <br><br>It made the governess curious to meet his mistress though of course there was no way she could go upstairs and mingle with the guests. <br><br>"You are employed as a coachman then...?" She asked as she sipped her tea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 17:27:06</strong>
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				Mr Cockley held on to his empty bowl and produced his own scraggier looking napkin from a pocket to dab at his own mouth, after placing it away he glanced back to Helena to answer her slightly concerned about the idea that anything might come back on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Well, I ain't one to be saying stuff bout er really I dun do nuthin but drive for her so I see little of er but she neva been unkind to me and pays well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tha aunt of ers she is anuther thing shes&nbsp; jus like the rest of em, dun like me nun either she got it in fur me an all of those who the Misstress pays she dun like her nieces attitude."<br></em><br>He turned to return the bowl to its rightful place before confirming Helena's inquiry with a nod and a few nervous words. Mr Cockley's roots where somewhat of an embarrassment to him with others although he was not ashamed he knew others would look down upon him and it may perhaps cost him his job.&nbsp; <em>"Yer I am, I was not always so I handled the horses an carts, carriages most me life know the streets too. Miss Ashwin is the first to employ me to drive a cab though, I thought it wer a trick at first to good to be tru with the pay an all but nah its good work betar than before."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 18:19:19</strong>
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				<br>The boy wolfed down the stew. Not that he was that hungry but he was a growing boy and the stew was good, as all the cook’s food was. It appeared that everything was just ready at least for the first few of the six courses only finishing touches had to be made now. The kitchen was now becoming yet more industrious, as the beautiful soup, a rather light asparagus one was being served taken in large and ornate Tureen. The table was already prepared and had been for some time.<br><br>The excitement in the kitchen began to build as and the air was heavy with such wonderful scents. Soon the guests would be shown into the Dining room and all these servants would now be responsible for Lord Winterstones reputation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 20:28:31</strong>
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				Jessy looked at Cooper and approached him, "Excuse me sir, is there anything else I can do for you?". She asked since the man seemed not to be wanting out of the kitchen, "I suggest you wait with the other guests, dinner will be delivered soon and I suggest you go to the dinning room so you can enjoy the activity you been invited, I will always be around the manor in case you need me but please sir go back with the others if it's not too much trouble". The woman bowed in front of him showing him certain degree of respect towards the guests of her mistress and master. She had not seen life outside this walls and had not felt what true love it's the only thing she had done is serve the mistress and master wich sometimes seemed to be the only thing she did around the mansion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 09:08:27</strong>
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				Wishing to correct her, Cooper responded with a smile “I am not a guest of you Master and Mistress. I am only here as a driver to Major Tyler Harrington. Obviously I am more than that to him but I am no noble and am nothing more than a private in the army. I am if you need a title merely the Major’s assistant. He insists that I dress this way as I represent the house of Harrington. That is to say his father’s estate.” He paused to catch his breathe. “So for all intense and purposes I belong down her with you and the other servants.” His eyes focused on hers as he concluded “I am of course flattered that you have mistaken me for a dignitary but I am more than happy to be of some assistance to you, if you would like that?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 11:25:39</strong>
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				Helena smiled politely, truly listening to Mr Cockleys words as her upbringing had taught her to do. Speaking was silver but silence was golden, and one should always neglect ones-self in favor of others. "It seems you've done well for yourself," she said when the man finished, carefully hiding her shock at the coachman's status being even lower than she'd expected. Though... working his way up like that? It was good to know it could be done. Helena still hoped to one day escape her life as a governess. <br><br>Standing up the woman placed her bowl, saucer and cup with the washing but she didn't sit back down. <br><br>"I'm terribly sorry," no she wasn't - but one should always be polite, "but I really should to and check on the children." Little James and Alice had been particularly restless lately, and though she’d put them to bed she couldn’t trust them to remain there. God forbid they woke up and started to wander about the house… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 12:53:37</strong>
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				Mr Cockley smiled to Helena and bowed his head slightly reaching up to take his hat away, his hair although neatly combed and proper was a clear sign of his aging.&nbsp; It was indeed strange that Mr Cockley should be so lucky as to be doing so well for himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Helena would likely know pay usually decreased with age and very few positions remained open to those growing old in service.<br><br><em>"Thank ya Miss for listening an chatin wit me, twas a pleasure to meet lady such as yerself few are kind ta the likes of an old man like me self.&nbsp; I let you get on with yer work, I bes be gettin back to the horses now anyway better for tha cupa an broth in me. Tis an awful chill in tha lundun air tonight." </em><br><br>Mr Cockley excused himself awkwardly as he made his best to try avoid the hustle in the room and avoid being in anyones way, finally he made his way off and out back on his way to the Ashwin coach. <br><br>When Mr Cockley returned to the horses he shivered at the chill in the air and the thickness as his ragged breath as it clustered in wisps in the air,&nbsp; he sighed slightly at the realization that his horses seamed to have been spooked by something also.&nbsp; Her glanced around nervously for any sign of what might be unsettling them but could see nothing, perhaps it was the chill air.&nbsp; He moved to the front of the coach and gently patted each of the horses in turn in attempt to calm it, offering each a pilfered sugar cube from the Ashwin kitchens.&nbsp; "Eh wha's got ya all spooked boys, jus talk nonsense daft buggers they are belivin in such stuff.&nbsp; We knows better don't we, calm now..be home soon an warm eh."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Mr Cockley's words where more for himself than the horses but he did not realize this of course, he wanted not to believe in such things but deep down could not help but wonder and feel such thoughts filling his head.&nbsp; It was with a gasp and a clutch of his heart in sheer terror and shock then as he turned to return to the drivers position, as his eyes drifted back over the house the paranoia and fear mounting within him conjured images and shadows in the corners of his vision.&nbsp; &nbsp;He swore something moved within one of the upper windows of the house, something dark and dreadful he panicked and fumbled with his hat as it fell from him and quickly he climbed up on to the coach and fumbled for his whiskey flask.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Jus..jus..yer mind playin tricks..nuthin there."&nbsp; <br><br>Mr Cockley did not dare look back at the house for the rest of the evening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 20:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4406707#msg4406707">Quote from: Cadavar on 22-03-2011, 09:08:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Wishing to correct her, Cooper responded with a smile “I am not a guest of you Master and Mistress. I am only here as a driver to Major Tyler Harrington. Obviously I am more than that to him but I am no noble and am nothing more than a private in the army. I am if you need a title merely the Major’s assistant. He insists that I dress this way as I represent the house of Harrington. That is to say his father’s estate.” He paused to catch his breathe. “So for all intense and purposes I belong down her with you and the other servants.” His eyes focused on hers as he concluded “I am of course flattered that you have mistaken me for a dignitary but I am more than happy to be of some assistance to you, if you would like that?” <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She listened to him talking about how he wasn't part of the royalty and she could not help but smile, "You fooled me with your clothes sir, but either way I am supposed to treat others. She smiled at him and giggled as she took a deep breath obviously a lot more relaxed now. Once the kid was fed she let one of the maids escort him to get a good bath and some new clothes. Once he was gone she smiled at him "So you are a driver of Major Tyler, I am just a servant been in this castle all my life". She smiled finally relaxing and looking at the time, "I am supposed to go soon to serve the lords".
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 09:16:22</strong>
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				Seeing her relax and smile made it obvious to Cooper that he did not upset her. When she giggled it warmed his heart. He waited patiently while she organised the boy and once she was back, he smiled to welcome her. Quite taken by her at this point, he listened to her questions. He was quite stunned at her organisational skills, this busy maid, who could found the time, during this eventful evening, to talk to him. “I am many things to the Major, but yes for tonight I am his driver. As for you, dear Jessica, you are more than just a maid.” Finding his courage he continued “Well at least to me, anyway.” At that he moved gradually a little closer to her. When he was within touching distance, he remarked “Surely there are enough servants here tonight who could see to your employers? After all your fellow servants seem to respect you a great deal.” In an attempt to make her decision to stay with him easier, he suggested “Perhaps I can assist you with some of your duties so that you can still give me the tour around the property.” To reassure her, he remarked “Of course I understand if you feel that you need to go and see to them. If you do I will be easy to find, once you are done.” Whilst he waited for her consideration, he moved his hand a little closer to hers until it was almost within touching distance and then he stopped. <em>Perhaps she will take it</em> he taught.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 20:56:22</strong>
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				Her cheeks became instantly red as she heard him talking, he was such a sweetheart she did not knew what to do. She could feel butterflies on her stomach as he kept talking, somehow it was strange looking at his face made her feel embarrassed. Feeling a strange sensation on her heart was weird, it was all too strange she never liked a person before so all these new feelings were strange to her, "W...Well....I...I don't know sir..... I mean.....I always greet the guests it's something I am expected to do for the lord and the lady, I been here all my life to the point that I was even born here, I have nothing outside this walls. I don't want the lord and the lady to be mad at me because I did not go and greeted the guests, I don't know what to do" she saw his hands near her but somehow she did not moved them away, she wanted to still be around this person, somehow she felt weird around him but good at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 11:26:42</strong>
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				He moved his hands closer until his fingers almost touched the tips of hers. He looked into her eyes and took her hand. “Calm yourself” he said softly “I have an idea” he paused giving her some time to relax “How about if I escort you upstairs and wait for you on the stairwell whilst you go and greet the guests.” He paused once again as he realised that he did not want to let go of her hands, but he knew that he must, for now. The connection between them was growing, that much he was sure of. He considered it further and taught that maybe he would hold onto her for that little bit longer. He then composed himself and continued “Once you are done you can return to the stairwell and we can do a little exploring. That way you do not have to feel that you have disappointed your employers. What do you say to that?” He then reluctantly released his light hold of her hands and gave her some time to consider his proposal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 20:47:57</strong>
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				Shivers went down her spine as she felt him touch her hands, she smiled as her cheeks became even more red. Taking a deep breath she heard him talking and began to think about it, what she was doing? she was getting too close to a servant of a guest. Somehow she was not really caring for that as much&nbsp; right now. She looked down and sighed, "I...I don't know sir, I...I don't know what to do....". She sighed looking up to him and smiled, "O...Okay, I will take you around the place if you want to sir". She smiled looking around and noticing the stuff was almost ready. Groaning she waited for the signal for them to go up while she remained there sitting and moving the fingers of her feet trying to keep calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:38:04</strong>
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				Pleased with her choice, Cooper took her hands once more and squeezed them softly. “Good” he praised “It will be like our little adventure.” Seeing her to be quite flustered at this point he leaned forward and whispered sweet nothings into her ear in a hope that it would relax her enough to do her work. He then moved himself back and smiled at her warmly. <br><br>He could see from the increased commotion in the kitchen that the servants were gearing up for the meal upstairs. <em>It was almost time </em> he taught. <em>Perhaps he would catch a glimpse of the other guests from his vantage point whilst he waited for Jessica to return</em>. In the meantime he sat close to Jessica in the kitchen savouring every moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 13:02:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Downstairs everyone was ready and the most lavishly prepared food warmed the air and hearts of those about them, briefly the fear of that which was upstairs, and ghostly tales were forgotten. A few of the younger maids that were not allowed upstairs at present were rather disappointed for they all wanted to see that rather attractive gentleman that came with his sister, Lord Windham …or something, also that major…they giggled and one of them said that apparently he had six wives. That cause more than a few gasps.<br><br>(OOC) Please continue in the Thread upstairs if you are serving their or have a reason to be there. Cadavar, I shall start you in your own thread and Acid Lips can join you when she is ready.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 10:59:51</strong>
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				Downstairs <strong>Bethany</strong> found the kitchens were still a hive of activity as everything was being cleared away and washed. As it was she had been lucky being assigned to duties upstairs for this was certainly much harder work. The gossip of course continued, but at least it was a way to pass the time. <br><br>Bethany was offered the tea for Rowena, during the time many of the younger women questioned her on the guests and if any of them were handsome….though of course the cook soon stopped that, gossip could begin when chores were over. <br><br>At least the staff would eat well upon the left over’s tonight and likely tomorrow. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 11:39:28</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>She kept her gossiping minimum, atleast at the time being, but managed to slip the description of <strong>Nathaniel </strong>to few youngers maids, blushing as she told it.&nbsp; She didint say anything about him touching her thou, as it was not prober.<br><br><strong>Bethany</strong> toke the tea pot and everything that was made with it. The tray was filled with hard cookies and lemon crackers, aswell as ricesweets, to take with the bitter tea. <br><br>After that, she made her way back to the drawing room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 11:10:45</strong>
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				Downstairs with the servants was absolute chaos now as the darkness descended, there were hysterical women, some were crying, some praying, there was also a great deal of breaking crockery. There was so much panic, none of them knew or understood what was happening. Though terrified the cook tried to calm down the girls and the women, even a few of the men. Certainly at least a few in the servants area had soiled themselves in terror. This was only made worse when they heard the howl that echoed as if it had come from the gates of hell.<br><br>Outside, the horses were going wild, they were terrified, and at least one in the stables would likely have to be destroyed as its leg had been broken in the panic, a couple of the dogs appeared distress. Though at least darkness had not seeped to the outside, and the stable master was able to act upon this most strange situation.<br><br>A huge raven sat upon the stable roof and watched for the moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 11:24:41</strong>
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				Gradually the majority of the gathering came into the drawing room, waiting for the Yard. The lovely <strong>Bethany</strong> was able to arrange tea along with Mrs Burford, who was very calm. At least on the surface. The young maid was able to see the chaos in the kitchens she had certainly been lucky to be upstairs at the time of the most strange event. <br><br>There was a good deal of broken crockery and some of the staff had minor cuts and bruises. <br><br>Meanwhile the stable master struggled yet further with the horses, a dark bird flew over the house.<br><br>There was a knock at the back entrance which caused a little more fear and a few screams. It was there a small waif like stray stood. She was skinny, dark eyed and pale, with straggly black hair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 11:17:29</strong>
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				Downstairs things were less chaotic than they had been the cook Anne Perry was indeed quite a mother figure to many of the younger maids, and she was far less strict than Mrs Burford. Some might consider her a little soft but she was more than able to take care of a situation, even one as bizarre as this. She tried to put the darkness from her mind, and deal with the matter at hand.<br><br>When the door was opened, she beckoned for the poor wee mite to come in, after all the woman had been feeding her for some time, and she did feel somewhat sorry for her. Good time or not sometimes one had to be Christian. The girl said that she had seen the bobbies were almost here…she appeared shocked at what had happened in the kitchen.<br><br>Meanwhile Mrs Burford ordered two of the maids upstairs to check on the Lady of the house.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 10:22:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Helena; arriving downstairs with Cooper and the children</strong><br><br>Helena gladly accepted Cooper's assistance. She'd not-much trusted the man before but he had proved every bit the gentleman and a brave man besides and she was relieved to have him with her as they made their way down to the kitchen, traversing empty rooms and an eerily silent stairwell.<br><br>"Mrs Perry," she exclaimed as they entered the kitchen, clearly relieved to see the chubby cook, "So good to see you are well. You've met mister Cooper I believe?" <br><br>She gestured to the children then, who were having another one of their little discussions. James was, very rudely, pointing at the dark-haired waif in the corner and seemed about to say something when his sister elbowed him in the ribs. "They've had a most terribly fright," she explained to the cook. "I was thinking... if you have the time, I know you must be terribly busy... But maybe some hot cocoa to put them at ease?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 17:17:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Cooper in the Kitchens</strong><br><br>Being free from the gaze of the law was most welcoming to Cooper and so was his company. He took the lead to make sure the corridors were safe for both Helena and the children. He also knew the way of course as he had spent most of the evening being shown around by maid who he had lost due to the hectic goings on upstairs. Trust the upstairs to ruin his chances with a nice piece of skirt, he thought. However, he was thankful for this as it had meant that he would bump into another more refined lady who had introduced herself as Helena. <br><br>At being reintroduced to the cook, he responded with “Yes indeed, we have shared words and I have sampled her most delicious food. I must thank you once again for that Mrs Perry.” He then waited for Helena to sort the children out before asking “Mrs Perry, do you have any of that delicious stew left over from earlier as all this excitement has made me quite hungry?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 15:20:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dark haired waif grinned at the children and put her finger to her mouth as if getting them to shush as they spoke. Her eyes then fell upon Cooper and the buttons on his coat she seemed intrigued and it was apparent it was hard for her to take her eyes away from the way they shone.<br><br>“Spare us a copper mister…”<br><br>Mrs Perry tutted a little though it was she that had allowed the waif in. However she was distracted as soon as she saw the children as usual she clucked over them and made warming drinks.<br><br>Even Mister Cooper was offered more of the stew, as she went back trying to get some of the maids clearing the kitchen distracted them from the strange darkness. <br><br>The two children watched as the chaos that had been in the kitchen, “Who made the mess?” They both asked Helena quietly.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 20:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing that the children clearly recognised the waif, he considered how they would know and the mention of coin and the children calling her something that sounded like ray, got him thinking. As he considered he was momentarily distracted by the ample bowl of food which he would take to the table. <br><br>Before he did this, however, he would pull off one of his shiny buttons and toss it to the girl without so much of a thought as to the effect it would have on the style of the jacket.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 13:11:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We don't know yet dears, that's what the police are trying to find out." <br><br>Helena explained to the children after encouraging them to drink their cocoa to which she'd added a little dollop of brandy. Not a habit of hers, but these were exceptional circumstances. The warm drink and the alcohol in it would calm the children, make them woozy and sleepy. It was awfully late, way past their bedtime and after they drained their cups she planned to take them upstairs, tuck them in and let them sleep 'till the morning. She'd decided not to tell them about their father death. Not now, in the darkness, with the whole house in an uproar. But she knew she'd have to tell them tomorrow and did not relish the prospect.&nbsp; <br><br>The governess had obtained a cup of cocoa for herself too, spiced with a slightly larger amount of brandy and sipped it as she watched Cooper tear a button off his coat and toss it to the beggar-girl. It struck her as an odd thing to do, but she decided not to question. <br><br>"Can I offer you some cocoa as well, mister Cooper?" She asked him, feeling that was the least she could do to thank him for his assistance. "Or perhaps just a brandy...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 20:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Cooper filled his belly with stew, he observed the drinks being made and laced with brandy for the children. After they had drank their drinks, the cook insisted that the children now needed to rest so she took them downstairs for the rest of the night. <br><br>Once they were gone, he responded to Helena’s question as she had just asked him if he would like a little ‘refreshment’. As he answered her the kitchen staff carried on with the general cleaning of the kitchen. “A large brandy would help to calm the nerves I am sure and would be most welcome.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 11:55:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Helena gave the cook a grateful smile as she took the children off her hands, then retrieved a glass from a nearby cupboard and poured a brandy for Cooper. She added a generous splash to her own drink as well. She was not a heavy drinker… Or any type of drinker at all really, and he hoped the man would not perceive her as such, but after tonight’s tension she could use a little something. <br><br>The governess sat back down at the table and sipped her now heavily laced cocoa, closing her eyes and letting out a contented sigh as she felt the hot liquid burn its way down her throat and settle, warm and pleasant, in her stomach.<br><br>“I do apologise,” she said to the man after a lengthy silence. “I fear I’m not the best company tonight. It’s just… It’s all so... so <em>awful</em>. The masters murder. The mistress… Poor thing. And those <em>useless</em> inspectors. I thought everything would be alright once they arrived but now I’m not so sure.” She spoke frankly. Clearly the alcohol had already begun to loosen her tongue. “And I do wonder what’s to become of us,” she said as she glanced around at the other servants. “With the master gone the estate will almost certainly pass to master Robert and that… wife of his. She seems pleasant enough and so very well behaved but… different. I have no idea what to make of her to be honest... And she seems to have such a firm hold on her husband,” yes, it was clear who was in charge in that relationship. <br><br>She paused to take another sip of her cocoa. “Ah but I hate to complain like this...” <br><br>A change of subject. Yes, that was what she needed. Something to distract her. “Please, mister Cooper,” she said, fixing him with her grey eyes, “Tell me a little about yourself. And the mayor... The two of you seem very close.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 14:51:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“I quite agree with you there regarding the inspectors. A bunch of buffoons the lot of them.” He laughed a little at his remarks. Up until now he had not been relaxed enough to do such a thing but the drink seemed to be doing the trick. <br><br>Trying to reassure her, he took her hand in his and softly whispered “I am sure all will be well once the night is over, they will not see you out on the street as after all they need you to perform your duties like they did before.” <br><br>As his hazel eyes met hers, he seemed more than compliant to listen to her. “You can complain to me as often as you like for it has been quite a traumatic evening for you.” As he said this, he moved his other hand to hers and brought them both together. As he held her hands in his, he responded to her question. “Major Tyler and I have known each other for many years. We have been through many a battle together in India and most recently Ireland. I think on my last count I have saved his life around eight times, but I am not counting you understand.” He chuckled to himself at his bravery before continuing “I have stories that would turn you whiter than snow, which I would be happy to share with you on in a more private location.”&nbsp; <br><br>Wishing to be alone with her for a more private ‘discussion’, he spoke again as he topped up her cup once again “Now my dear, drink up as I am sure you and I can find a more private place to discuss this further so that my words do not fall into the gossiping ears that surround us.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 11:59:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Helena allowed Cooper to hold her hand for a little, gazing into his eyes as she did so. She had to smile a little as the eye-contact lengthened and a delicate blush appeared on her pale cheeks just before she looked down and away. This was… interesting. It had been an awfully long time since she’d enjoyed such attention from a man. Yes, at least from anyone who wasn’t entirely inappropriate. She retrieved her hand then, composed her features a little. “Now mister Cooper…” she said as the smile slowly crept back. The brandy was making it hard to keep a straight face. “What kind of lady would I be to accept such an invitation?” <br><br>Oh yes, she still considered herself a lady. She’d been brought up to be. <br><br>Retiring to private quarters. Really now. A walk in the park, that might have been an acceptable proposition. Though it was hardly the hour. A visit to the the theater, maybe... Those were the kind of invitations she might accept if the gentleman was to her liking. And only then. It wouldn’t do to give false hope.&nbsp; <br><br>“And from a gentleman I hardly know too…” <br><br>She went on, shaking her head before downing the last of her drinks, the dregs more brandy than cocoa thanks to Cooper topping it up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 14:31:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amused at her reply, he began to realise that he would need a new tactic to bed this one.&nbsp; So he came at it from a different angle. He apologised “I am sorry for the misunderstanding. I was just concerned that we might be overheard by the gossiping maids and because of this I am concerned that some of the information that I might share with you might be of a sensitive nature.”&nbsp; He chuckled at what he said before added more brandy to her drink and continuing to speak. “I know maids well and they do not need fuel to their already active imaginations as I am sure you will agree.” He moved his chair closer to hers as he said this and smiled at her. She was going to be difficult this one, but if he plied her with drink at least he might get a kiss out of it or even a grope in the dark.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 20:00:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I agree," Helena said as she topped up Coopers drink in turn. "Especially where the major is concerned. Some of the stories I've heard regarding those wives of his..." she chucked a little as she mentally flipped through some of the better ones. "I think a kind of Bluebeard only more handsome is my favorite. Which only goes to show the gossip is probably much more entertaining than the truth. But you'd know better than me, I suppose."<br><br>She took another sip of her drink, or more like a tiny little nip. Helena was well-aware of the effect the alcohol was having on her and though she enjoyed the way it made her feel floaty and uninhibited she did not want to take too much. She showed no sign of wanting to retire to a more private place either. Tempting as it was to learn some interesting tid-bits about the major time alone with Cooper would be... Inappropriate. <br><br>"But enough of that. If you cannot share the more sensitive information in such a public place mister Cooper, then I'm afraid you'll simply have to limit yourself to the drab and boring details. Something about yourself perhaps...?" <br><br>She would like to get to know the man a bit better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 20:55:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she said that she agreed her thought his luck was in, but as she continued, he soon realised that it would take a little more charm to bed her. So he took a breath and listened to her talk about the gossip she had heard, Gossip indeed. He was sure that about half was true as he had personally been involved in the so called disappearances. Or had he? The truth and the lies mixed in with the gossip had made a stew of his brain and to be quite frank, he was at a loss at what had really happened and who had done what. He recalled the Major coming into his room one night with a bloody knife but that could have been his dorm in India or the house he shared with Tyler back in England. He had spent his life watching his back that the excuses for his behaviour had become a new truth inseparable from the real truth, even to him. <br><br>So as politely as he could he laughed at the suggestion that his master was called Bluebeard behind his back and tried his best to come across as normal as possible. “As I was saying, Major Tyler and I have known each other for many years. However, before that I was an uneducated and malnourished street boy. Until one day a man who I would eventually be known to me as Sir Terrance Harrington, the major’s father, would find me on the street badly beaten and almost within the grasp of Death himself. From that moment, I would be part of the household until finally moving to South East Buckinghamshire in a town of Ivinghoe, where the Major and I live with Alice Beaumont and Mrs McMiggins.” He then proceeded to describe the unattended members of his current residence, before concluding this summary. There were of course many more layers to his man, but he felt that he had said enough on this subject for now.&nbsp; <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.halloweencostumeideas.com/charming-chambermaid-costume.jpg)</div></div> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VB0uXht9i0/SWozWW2WfBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hU4luMV33Oo/s200/250px-Blackadder_3_mrs_miggins.jpg)</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>“We all while away the months between campaigns and from time to time the Major would take a wife for sport.” Realising that he probably used the wrong word he quickly corrected himself “For love of course. Not for sport. My word I am silly. It must be the brandy.” He suggested. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 10:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Cooper spun his tale Helena found her cup emptying itself one, two, three times and each time it was very gallantly topped up by the man and though she protested a little - "Honestly mister Cooper... I hope you're not trying to get me drunk" - it seemed an awful waste not to empty the cup once it was filled. "Oh alright, but that’s the last one," she vowed once, twice. When he topped it up a third time she gave him a stern look, the governess-look she used on the kids when they were being particularly naughty, and she called him a terrible man.<br><br>She should have gotten up at that point. Should have said something about it being awfully late and a serious day tomorrow, what with needing to tell the kids about their father's passing... But that last thought was so depressing she decided to stay for a bit longer. It was not a prospect to make you sleep well. <br><br>As Cooper had shared his life-story - and my what a story it was, humble beginnings indeed - it seemed only fair to share her own. And so she told him of the luxury life she'd led as a daughter of Thomas Whitlock, owner of the Whitlock brewery. And of the sudden change of fortune the family had suffered. "The brewery burned down," she said. "In a rather spectacular fire. What you'd call going out with a bang..." she had to giggle at that, "I'm sorry... That's not funny at all." Especially since the explosions had damaged some buildings adjacent to the brewery, for which her father and his partners had then been held accountable. "And so... from one day to the next the money was gone and I had to find a job. I never expected having to find a job..." that was the worst of it, she felt. <br><br>Helena fell silent, and after a while she grabbed the bottle of brandy and upended it first over Cooper's cup, then over her own, shaking the bottle so as to get the last drops out. <br><br>She stared at the empty container.<br><br>Oh dear... Had they drank all that?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 13:13:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her when she called him a terrible man, to hide his surprise at her commanding tone. Perhaps he was but together they had finished the bottle, with little encouragement from either party. Her story had gotten him so transfixed that, while listening, he just automatically filled their mugs when he felt it necessary to do so, without considering that either might struggle to rise once the bottle was emptied and empty it did. <br><br>He watched with amusement as Helena examined the bottle. He assumed that she was looking for that one last drop before discarding. So there it was, two drunk adults sitting all alone in the kitchen with an empty bottle of brandy. There had to be more, didn’t there. But who would suggest that they fetch another? <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 12:43:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The servants and staff continued to buzz about, they were obviously all still afraid after the events that had gone on. At least the cook had been sensible enough to take the children away at the first sign of the horror that the master was dead. She was worried for the wee ones, for she did not trust that darkie woman in the slightest. Though from the gossip that had drifted down, it appeared it was the dark man …still they might be allies…However at the moment the children were what were impostant.<br><br>It seemed too that The governess had been rather scared …drinking all that brandy, she had one of the maids send a little more drink for both her and the Majors man. The cook had herself a little too.<br><br>The maids continued to chatter, whilst outside the stable man calmed the horses as well as he could. They would likely have to shoot at least one.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 21:51:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Cooper gets closer to Helena only to be disturb by the maid</strong><br><br>It seemed that the question on who would collect more brandy had been answered. From the corner of his eye, he observed the cook sending one of the maids to do just that. While he was waiting for the maid to return with more drink another maid entered the kitchens and seemed to be looking for him. within moments she stood by the table and began to speak. “Major Tyler Harrington, requests that you come with me at your earliest convenience as he wished to leave as soon as you do.”<br><br>Cooper was half relieved and half upset by this news as he was getting one so well with Helena. He nodded to the maid to show he understood and gestured to let her know that she did not need to remain in their presence. The maid picked up on this quickly and returned upstairs to her business. <br><br>When she was gone, Cooper returned his attentions to Helena. “It seems that the fates have intervened on us on this night and we will have to continue this some other time.” He then stood and went to her side of the table. Once there, he then took her hand and kissed it before returning it to where he had taken it. He smiled at her and concluded “Perhaps our paths will meet again soon. I do hope that they do as it has been an honour and a pleasure to meet someone like you.” After he spoke he stood patiently waiting for her to respond. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 22:24:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Helena stood to bid Cooper goodbye and stumbled a little as she rose from her chair, suddenly feeling very light in the head and unstable on her feet. <br><br>"Just as well I believe," she said as she gripped the back of her chair for balance, "A couple more drinks and I fear someone would have to carry me upstairs." She had to giggle at that. She had a full figure, to put it gently, and the image of someone trying to carry her up the two flights of chairs that led to her room was quite amusing. <br><br>She only barely suppressed another giggle when he kissed her hand but there was no way to suppress the blush. No-one had kissed her hand before, <em>ever</em>, and Cooper doing so made her feel warm and flushed. "Yes... Yes, perhaps..." she spluttered as he suggested they might meet again, struggling to remember what etiquette her mother had taught her. Never give a man false hopes was one of them. A lady should not agree to meet a man again unless she was, at very least, interested. Thinking of that made her halt for a moment, and look Cooper over with a critical eye. He was a good-looking man, sharply dressed, charming enough and on the practical side he did have the ear of the major. <br><br>"I think I would like that," she said at last, meeting his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 20:08:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew he had made a good impression on his lady and hoped with all his heart that he would see her again. He smiled at her answer that perhaps they might meet again. “A perhaps is all I can wish for at this juncture and I am more than happy with that for now.” <br><br>He walked backwards to the door, as he said this so that once he got to the doorway, where he would see her for the last time, he would not need to turn his head to say goodbye. “Now I must fly and as I do I wish you a good night and hope that things around her improve considerable.” He bowed to her and then was gone as he walked down the corridor and up the flight of stairs to where the Major seemed to be waiting for him. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 14:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope so too," Helena said, mostly to herself as she watched Cooper go through the door and disappear from sight. <br><br>Despite all the servants milling about the kitchen suddenly felt very quiet, and she very alone. Coopers presence had offered a most delightful distraction but now she was back in the here and now and felt her mind wandered once more to the events of the night. Who had killed the master? Tried to kill the lady of the house? And what did it mean...? Were the children next?<br><br>It was the last thought that made her want to check on her charges, make sure that they were well and she walked - rather unsteadily - into the next room to check on them.<br><br>They were perfectly safe of course, sound asleep on a makeshift bed the cook had arranged for them. <br><br>Feeling suddenly very tired Helena laid down next to them, fully dressed, and promptly fell asleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Downstairs with the Servants.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 17:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A couple of the maids sniggered at Helena they had never seen her like that, she was usually above herself, or at least she thought she was as far as the maids were concerned she was still a servant. However she was good with the kids and was not like that bitch that looked after the mistress. Half of them were sure she was poisoning her.<br><br>The cook had already put blankets over the children, and when the rather inebriated Helena lay down with them she covered her too. This would certainly be some gossip for the younger maids especially as she had become drunk with that gentleman. (A few of them were likely somewhat jealous. Though there was talk of Jess slipping off with him…<br><br>As Bethany showed the older inspector downstairs he talked to her kindly, he could tell she was not the sharpest tool in the box but still she might know something. Once in the kitchens, as upstairs he asked for statements. Not that the servants could offer any more to him, and the waif it seemed had faded into the shadows. It looked to him it was likely the dark man…<br><br>The man was a little short of temper right now as it seemed his partner had , had one of those ‘fainting fits’ again. He would, to be honest think about asking to work with someone else if the man was not so good at solving strange puzzles. Perhaps he needed to ask Jonathan to keep away from the smoke a little more…that was surely not helping his condition. <br><br><br><br>
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