A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)
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				Title: <strong>A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 10:39:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Cordialinvitation.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br>It was early spring, and though the day had been relatively clear here in the rather affluent south Kensington streets, the smog had begun to gather as the sun began to set. It seemed even at this time of the year, there could be a pea souper, even this far out of the darker environs of the city. <br><br>Hansom Cabs were beginning to gather at the very beautiful townhouse belonging to the Winterstones as various guests were dropped off. Of course each was greeted by the smartly dressed butler and led to the drawing room for aperitifs, joined with pleasant and polite conversation. The room certainly had a masculine quality to it, with dark wood and leather, though there was the occasional female touch; however that almost seems staged, if one really took notice to such matters.<br><br>The dark man stood quietly in the corner watching all those about him. Robert&nbsp; and William Winterstone greeted their guests as was appropriate. Various items of interest from the dig were on display and they were certainly exquisite, and so very interesting. There are ready a number of guests there, and conversation is for the most about Egypt and the fascinating happenings that the two gentlemen had encountered on their journey. The fact that Robert had married a ‘native’ was somewhat shocking though no one mentioned it during the conversation, or at least not overtly.<br><br>The dark gentleman, that was apparently an acquaintance that William had met with on his travels elsewhere. He was a supposed expert on the subject. The man seemed to have an aura and did not appear to wish to become to involved in conversation. There also seemed to be a little tension between he and Malsika. On the other hand the dark was a delightful hostess. Something about her was most compelling, so unlike Seth.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 14:53:48</strong>
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				The Ashwin cab trundled down the cobbled pavements of the Kensington streets it's dark finery an imposing figure in the London smog, the well trained horses trotting along at the drivers command.&nbsp; Inside where Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin, Maude Elward Bleakmore, Thaddeus Conroy Beck and Barnabas Gates. Rowena sat perched near to the window straining to read the latest H. Rider Haggard - Allan Quatermain novel by light, from the gas lamp that her footman Thaddeus Beck was dutifully attempting to hold steady for his Mistress.&nbsp; Maude Bleakmore tutted and scowled at her niece thinking the activity quite unbecoming and inappropriate,&nbsp; Rowena peered up from her book looking over her reading glasses at her aunt with a forced pleasant smile <em>"Something the matter auntie ?”</em>,&nbsp; Maude frowned at Rowena and glared at the book she was reading the lines creasing in her facial features <em>“Why do you insist on reading that awful nonsense!”&nbsp; </em><br><br>The imposing figure that was Barnabas Gates sat next to Maude cricked his neck and turned to regard the two women with a silent stare,&nbsp; his eyes studied the book that his ward was reading and he chuckled slightly. Maude turned and glared at the masked man for a moment before shifting uncomfortably in her seat and looking to the cab window. <em>“Driver do hurry along now!” </em>she exclaimed before looking to Rowena <em>“I don't know why you insist on using your coach Rowena.”</em><br><br>Rowena closed her book and gently placed it to one side taking of her spectacles and placing them in there ornate silver case,&nbsp; <em>"OH have some patience aunt, my driver knows the way and we will be there shortly and neither late nor too early.&nbsp; I don't know what your hurry is anyway, the mummy is not a perspective suitor there will be little for you to do this evening.”</em> She smiled warmly at her aunt who smiled back&nbsp; <em>“I hope that will be the case for you too, its embarrassing enough that you went on performing your tricks at the last social occasion.”</em> Rowena sighed and glanced out of the window <em>“Yes auntie of course, that was however requested of me.” </em><br><br>The rest of the short journey passed by in awkward silence, as the cab pulled up at the beautiful town house Thaddeus opened the cab and held the door open as Barnabas stepped out. He&nbsp; waited at the cab on the street glancing about as adjusted his heavy overcoat, Thaddeus meanwhile hurried to the door of the house to inform of the arrival of the Ashwin guests.&nbsp; Once that duty was done he returned to the cab to inform his Mistress that they where on perfect time and assisted both her and her aunt from the cab before closing the door. The driver looked down from the cab at the two women and glanced to Rowena he coughed slightly and waited until they where inside and nervously spoke up. <em>“Err..Mr Beck you don't spose, it be proper if I visit quick downstairs ? Only there's a right chill tonight an I could use a cup.” </em> Thaddeus glanced back to the driver <em>“I will ask, you best be quick however and just a cup Mister Cockley, I know of your reputation with drink.”</em><br><br>Rowena moved into the house with her aunt at her side Barnabas and Thaddeus close behind, it was barely a few steps into the house before Rowena paused and resisted the wave of feeling that threatened to overwhelm her senses and make her cry out in shock. She gasped slightly and raised her hand to her mouth trembling and wavering on her feet slightly, her aunt looked at her suspiciously and jabbed subtly with her elbow the large figure that was Barnabas raised his gloved hands and steadied and supported Rowena gently by the shoulders.&nbsp; She stepped forwards away from him and turned to her aunt <em>“Sorry auntie, I felt rather faint for a moment there do forgive me.”</em> she looked to Barnabas thankfully and knowingly.&nbsp; <br><br>There small entourage moved into the room with the other guests and Rowena and her aunt glanced slightly about the room with polite nods and graces to the hosts.&nbsp; They settled in a corner of the room awaiting any that may approach them, Rowena idly held an exquisite fan in her hand toying with but careful not to send out any wrong signals much to her aunts disappointment.&nbsp; Rowena's mind whirled with the feelings she had felt and she masked the dread and wonder behind a well practised facade. She leaned in close to speak to Barnabas as he stood in place behind her and inclined down to hear her through his bandages. <em>"Something wicked this eve comes.” </em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BenedictWolfe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 21:15:44</strong>
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				The horse drawn buggy bumped and and clattered along the darkening streets of London, the lamplighters going to work to activate the gas streetlights. In that flicker of light and shadow sat mr. Konrad Sas, the moderately eccentric diplomat from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, quietly enduring the buggy's shoddily upkept suspension and giving thought to the whims and fancies of life that should see him on his way to a mummy unwrapping in the British capital. It was a curious practice and , he felt, a decadent one. Not that you could convince the English, but he hoped the guests would not be offered to <em>eat</em> of the remains; he'd heard some of the more supersticious events of that nature included that very practice, unsavory and incredulous as it sounded.<br><br>The buggy came to a halt outside the main entrance of the Winterstone residence, treating Konrad to an impressive sight of softly lit up masonwork, tastefully decorated and symbolic of the owner's wealth and status. It was more than he could of ever dream of attaining for himself, as much as he would like to rise above his peers, but his face showed no hint of the thoughts swirling around behind its nonchalant exterior. Stepping out he tipped the driver and approached the entrance alone with the clatter of hooves behind him. He was a respectable enough looking man but the absence of female companionship at his arm was, as always, a slight embarassment to his pride as he reached the door. He had refrained from paying for escort since that time at the Spencers' party when he had lost some face because of the ignorant girl he'd brought along. Now he simply introduced himself curtly to the doormen and was promptly granted admission inside.<br><br>He was greeted by the Winterstone brothers as a valet relieved him of his coat, hat and cane. The words exchanged were brief and courteous; Konrad was not closely familiar with the Winterstones and the greeting was a mere formality. Stepping inside the main hall he surveyed his surroundings and the guests occupying them. He recognised many faces present while a few eluded his knowledge. He could see Richard "Dick" Foster over by a pair of young ladies, evidently making their acquaintance. Dick was a charming enough man and a sometimes drinking companion of Konrad's, and he was sorely tempted to join the trio and test the waters. His attention was caught, however, by the sight of the Ashwins, or rather by their manservant Barnabas or whatever he was to them. Now <em>there</em> was true eccentricity standing in the midst of high London society and rumours held that the masked one wasn't the only source of that in the Ashwin household; the young daughter had been the subject of more than one whisper, he knew. Still, she was a pretty enough thing and if he chanced upon her without that phantom later on he might strike up some trivial conversation, inspiration willing.<br><br>Presently he accepted a glass of wine from a servant and retreated to the wall, willing to let events unfold for a few minutes while he sipped his wine.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:31:53</strong>
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				Major Tyler Harrington could not believe that it had been three long weeks since his father, a certain Sir Terrance Harrington, had insisted that, his son take up his invitation to partake in a Mummy unveiling at Lord William Wintersone’s residence. So there he was, Major Tyler Harrington, in his private coach being whisk as quickly as his Man Servant, a Mr Harry Cooper, could tease the horses to do so. On realisation of the extra legroom, due to his current wife, Claudia, disappearance, he smiled and spread out. Perhaps he would bring his maid, Alice Beaumont, next time, to relieve his torment. He shook these thoughts from his mind as he felt the horses notably slowing until they eventually stopped. This could mean only one thing, he had arrived. <br><br>He took a deep breath as his door was promptly opened by Cooper who then accompanied him to the main entrance. Upon arrive, he introduced himself and his driver, Cooper,&nbsp; to the doorman as well as enquiring as to where Cooper could retire for some refreshments. Once Cooper has been directed to the servant’s quarters, Tyler was granted access to the house, where he was greeted by the Winterstone brothers. Not waiting for the valet, he removed his military jacket and jokingly remarked to the brothers “Your valet needs some training. Perhaps I will take him on my next tour, if you would allow?” At which he trust the jacket towards the slightly confused valet, giving him a warm smile as he did this. More words were exchanged between the Major and the brothers until he was finally directed into the room where the rest of the guests were gathering. Upon entering he received a glass of wine from one of the younger female servants as he scouted the room for a comfortable chair in which to rest his magnificent physique as he knew if anyone wanted to talk to him, they knew where he would be.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 14:59:01</strong>
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				A number of other guests arrived and more chatter occurred, it appeared that the visitors to this rather exciting event were as on would expect rather thrilled at such a prestigious event with historical significance as this. After all some of the items were very beautiful especially some of the jewellery, though of course some of the rather more suggestive and vulgar statue that had not yet been made for the company of women remained upstairs. Along with the mummy for the gentle and fairer sex must not be offended or shocked.<br><br>The dark man continued to watch Malsika though occasionally his attentions were drawn to the other foreigner his nostrils flared briefly and then his attentions returned to the dark woman, who almost appeared amused at the situation. Certainly she was causing quite a stir.<br><br>Lady Charlotte appeared with her newest friend, and as always she looked beautiful if a little bohemian. She did tend towards such activities as it appeared to amuse her and the point was for now she was able to get away with it. Of course she greeted the brothers and introduced Rupert Bartling. She looked to the dark woman and gave the most polite smile; however it didn’t quite reach her eyes. After that Charlotte began to mingle she was very good at that sort of thing, having been trained in such things for many years.<br><br>Not long after the American industrialist arrived with his young daughter, though he appeared to cope well enough in the social situation it was obvious his daughter was both shy and uncomfortable. She was well aware why she had been brought along to this gathering.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 15:47:06</strong>
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				Hansom cabs were nice, and well and good for those who could afford them, but the University was just not in the habit of handing out that kind of money to assistants out gallivanting across the countryside to investigate the potential of private book collections.<br><br>Still, Lacey couldn't help but suppress a quiet rather unladylike sigh as the most recent in a series of the dratted things rumbled past her on the cobblestoned street.&nbsp; Her own boots clicked away at the walk as she approached the lovely manor house.&nbsp; She let her eyes travel up the walls, following the vines around the windows and the masonry outcroppings.<br><br>Turning up the walk, Lacey hitched her small handbag, and selected reading material a little closer, and took a nice steadying breath, fetching out her invitation and doing one last check of her hair and the set of her very best hat before reaching for the knocker with a gloved hand.<br><br>Getting in was easy, relinquishing her shawl and small hat was even easier.&nbsp; Now came the most difficult part.&nbsp; High Society.&nbsp; Hopefully it wouldn't be to terribly obvious that she was nervous at being included in such a gathering of the rich and important as she found herself a corner and simply waited out the evening until the viewing was over.&nbsp; Then she could get down to the important work of looking over the documents that came with every tomb.<br><br>Naturally, Lacey couldn't help but let her eyes slide across the small and growing gathering.&nbsp; Men and women she did not know, each jockeying for their own slice of attention, all while subtly trying not to let on that it's what they were doing.&nbsp; In a way, it was rather fascinating, watching each person and their own method of peacocking, and the interesting ways they adjusted their approaches in the face of the successes and failures of others.&nbsp; Perhaps the evening would be less nerve-wracking than she had thought...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 16:06:15</strong>
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				Lady Rowena Ashwin stood with her guests knowing well enough that she was the star the reason for there invitation, while her aunt would of suggested otherwise Rowena knew the curiosity others often had for her and the rumours that circulated about her and her father.&nbsp; She was never quite sure why she was invited however, although she always suspected it was mostly due to her relation to her father and her supposed talents.&nbsp; She tried not to think about the idea of the possibility of it being that she could be matched of and married to some gentleman who had his eyes on her fortune and the possibility of a noble heir.<br><br>Rowena glanced about the room considering each of the guests as they entered, Rowena was never entirely sure of it she should approach others or let them approach her.&nbsp; Of course the rules of etiquette made such things interesting and difficult, since it was wrong to approach one of higher station without introduction. There where few who could really claim such over Rowena's family of course but she did sometimes find it amusing that people would hover and await an introduction, sometimes she found it positively infuriating.&nbsp; <br><br>Her Aunt had other things in mind for the event of course to her it was one of the social events of the year and yet another opportunity to try find a match for her departed sisters daughter. She was never happy with Rowena's course in life and dismayed with her fathers influence on her, with little need to meddle in her own children's affairs any more she now made Rowena her “project”.&nbsp; She hoped perhaps that Rowena would do the decent thing and settle down soon.<br><br>Rowena turned to her Aunt before glancing back to her footman and Barnabas giving them silent sign that she meant to mingle.&nbsp; Her Aunt stepped forward with her and Barnabas stood still with the footman gazing silently on at his ward.&nbsp; Barnabas was indeed a curiosity and as much a source of rumour than Rowena's supposed talents, covered from head to toe there was much speculation about what was hidden and who he was.&nbsp; Although he was clearly no common man and it was easy to see he had some deep military experience and astounding discipline, even beneath his gentleman's clothes it was easy to make out the bulge and ripple of his muscles. <br><br>There where many of the guests that Rowena wished to speak with but she felt it best to begin with the host and to thank them for the invitation, and so she made her way with her aunt as companion offering polite nods to any who she passed or who caught her attention.&nbsp; She approached Lord William Winterstone with a confident and graceful pace bowing her head slightly to him and curtsying awaiting he acknowledgement before speaking.&nbsp; Rowena was dressed in much finery although her outfit was modest and black as the night, the jewels and embroidery that adorned it stood out like stars in the night. She wore not a wig this evening as she often did showing of her natural brown hair which was expertly styled and held in place by a lavish display of Victorian jewellery.<br><em><br>“Lord Winterstone, I thank you for you hospitality and invitation to your fine home. Both I and my aunt are honoured to be guests in your home,&nbsp; I hope that the evening goes well for you, I look forward to hearing of your discoveries my Father would have been most interested, alas he is usually too busy with his own discoveries or affairs to attend such events.&nbsp; Will Lady Winterstone not be joining us this evening ? I had hopped to make her acquaintance once more please do give her my blessings.”&nbsp; &nbsp; </em>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 05:11:55</strong>
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				Enter Sir Nathaniel Jackson Winham and his sweet sister Emily Rose.....<br><br>Cloppity-cloppity-cloppity went the sound of hooves striking the cobblestones.&nbsp; London in the evening seemed both hushed and rushed.&nbsp; The lightmen lit the streetlamps and the decent made their way home to be with their families.&nbsp; It was also the time when the not so decent made their way to take position beneath the flickering flames of the smoke smeared glass lamps.&nbsp; The fog rolled curling and ominous, seeping from the alleyways and spilling forth into the street as if to give the burgeoning night a more nefarious feel.&nbsp; <br><br>A feel that made a young girl shiver as she watched from the small window of the cab.&nbsp; It was a comfortable carriage though it had seen much better days.&nbsp; Closer inspection would show the worn spots in the red velvet cushions and the curtains had begun to fade.&nbsp; It didn't bother Emily Rose but she knew it bothered her brother.&nbsp; He spent more nights away from home, hoping to rekindle the fortunes by gambling.&nbsp; He didn't tell her what he did but she knew.&nbsp; Coming home drunk and smelling of stale cigars, acrid alcohol and cheap perfume.&nbsp; That and yelling at the top of his lungs how it was another good night.&nbsp; But in the morning he brooded.&nbsp; Well, he was always brooding.&nbsp; he had become obsessed with money ever since their parents had gone to Heaven.&nbsp; He still bought her dresses of the finest fashion, though lately they were fewer and fewer.&nbsp; That was okay.&nbsp; She knew it was a struggle even if he didn't tell her anything.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to look at his very serious face, so handsome in the wan moonlight that filtered through the windows.&nbsp; Her sudden attention seemed to draw his and he smiled sadly.&nbsp; It was nice.&nbsp; When it was only the two of them, he was kind and considerate.&nbsp; He just wanted to protect her.&nbsp; Of course, when they were in company he was stern with her, even a bit shocking.&nbsp; He seemed wolfish and on the hunt.&nbsp; It was very scary to see him that way.&nbsp; Once they had attended a ball and she was stunned to see how he had aggressively charmed the host's daughter.&nbsp; After seeing her home, she knew he returned to that girl and more than likely defiled her purity.&nbsp; There was something off about her brother.&nbsp; As off as she was perhaps.&nbsp; Mayhap it was the family curse.&nbsp; That thing that made them strange at times.&nbsp; Never the same oddity twice.&nbsp; <br><br>Emily let out a soft sigh and stared up at the moon half hidden by dark clouds.&nbsp; She felt a trickle of ice slide down her spine.&nbsp; Like an omen, that dark feeling descended upon her.&nbsp; "Nothing is as it seems," she whispered.<br><br>Nathaniel looked at her the moment she uttered those softly spoken words.&nbsp; He had learned long ago to pay heed to the things she said.&nbsp; The problem was, you never knew what exactly it pertained to.&nbsp; Emmy was smart but she was shy and a tad strange at times which people tended to stay away from her because of.&nbsp; Tonight, he hoped she would stifle it.&nbsp; She was getting older and it was time for her to be a wife.&nbsp; The thought made him growl.&nbsp; The thought of some other man with his hands on his pretty sister absolutely had him reeling with anger.&nbsp; He stamped it down.&nbsp; He had to.&nbsp; He couldn't keep her at his side forever lest it look bad on his part.&nbsp; It wasn't proper and he was a Windham.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked out the window, not paying any particular attention to the passing scenery.&nbsp; Tonight may be his last chance to make there dwindling fortune grow.&nbsp; That and maybe some chance for revenge.&nbsp; If he could get his hands on some information on Pettigrew than he could maybe extort the man for the pain he caused his family.&nbsp; He couldn't prove the murder of his parents but that wasn't going to stop his brand of justice.&nbsp; The only reason he hadn't skewered the fat bastard was something his father once said to him.&nbsp; <em>Vengeance is a dish best served cold.</em>&nbsp; Yes, well he certainly had let it grow very cold.<br><br>The cab had come to a stop in front of the the Winterstone townhome and brother and sister exited with flourish.&nbsp; Emily Rose looked a pretty flower in her silk dress of ocean blue to match her eyes.&nbsp; She had grown proficient over the years, doing her own hair long after they had to let go the maid servant, and the curls were perfectly coiffed to frame her face.&nbsp; Faux pearls dotted like stars in the sea of black and red that was her updo.&nbsp; She took her brother's offered arm.&nbsp; He was dashing in his cape and coattails, the red sash stark against his white shirt like a splash of blood.&nbsp; It was sad that they were poor aristocrats but they wouldn't be for too long.&nbsp; She was sure her brother would come into his own....she could feel it.<br><br>They entered the home with practiced dignity though these kinds of affairs did not sit well with Emily Rose.&nbsp; Capes were given to the waiting attendants.&nbsp; Nodding their heads to those that looked their way, the two siblings took up a comfortable position.&nbsp; Nathaniel had received the invitation and eagerly accepted it, but he still wondered what Winterstone was about.&nbsp; He surveyed the room, his eyes lighting with appreciation on the women of the room.&nbsp; His lips twitched as he contemplated which of the lovelies he would attempt to devour first.&nbsp; The beautiful blonde or the pretty little thing trying to go unnoticed.&nbsp; Escort to his sister or not, he still had a reputation to uphold, well, the one known in more private circles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 11:29:51</strong>
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				The gathering continued and a few other ‘experts’ arrived as well as few dignitaries, most of them mingled, as it was the real gossip would likely on start upstairs when the women separated to the parlour and the gentlemen had their port and cigars. Obviously only the gentlemen there would be allowed to view the mummy, as perhaps many of the frailer sex might not cope as well.<br><br>Lady Charlotte smiled politely and offered a greeting to the Winhams, she was more than aware of their story, but was pleased to see they were back in the social circle again, if nothing else it might stop the rather malicious gossip which had been floating around about them. She then continued to talk to Rupert, though she would be more than happy for either of them to join her, should they wish.<br><br>The dark man remained silent from his place close to the wall, most people seemed to avoid him. Occasionally his interest was drawn to Rowena but for the most this tall and brooding man was watching Malsika.<br><br>Lord William Winterstone politely kissed Rowena’s gloved hand, and smiled in his usual polite and jovial manner. “I am so pleased that you were able to join us on this most exciting evening.” There was a pause then, “I am afraid my dear wife is rather unwell, which is most unfortunate, however she will hopefully be well enough to attend functions soon.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 18:25:22</strong>
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				Rowena smiled at the kissing of her begloved velvet hand glancing down at her hand and up to Lord Winterstone with a smile,&nbsp; the greeting warmed her heart to the man as fewer gentlemen bothered with such pleasantries&nbsp; it seamed these days.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rowena raised slowly from her curtsy and glanced to her aunt and back to Lord Winterstone <em> “I am sorry to hear such Lord Winterstone, I do hope she is well soon.&nbsp; If there is anything that I can do to help, please do not hesitate to ask my dear father would want such.”</em>&nbsp; She turned back to her aunt who stood indignant of her niece beside her <em>“I believe you have had the” Rowena paused for the briefest moment “pleasure of meeting my aunt before of course, she is most glad to be here with I this evening.” </em>&nbsp; <br><br>Maude Bleakmore's lips curled into a slightly forced smile pleasant expressions seamed rare and ill fitting with the aging woman's facade. <em> “Lord Winterstone, thank you for your hospitality and the evening a fine affair.” </em> The look that Maude has expressed at the kiss of her nieces hand where a stark warning of any who might try the same with her, Maude as much as she liked to play matchmaker despised any public displays of affection thinking them utterly improper and indecent.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Rowena bowed slightly to Lord Winterstone “If you will excuse me and my aunt Lord Winterstone,&nbsp; I find id like to become acquainted with some of the fine guests you have assembled.”&nbsp; Rowena bowed lower and backed of slowly before softly turning to stalk the gathering with her aunt glancing about the room wondering who to try converse with first.&nbsp; <br><br>There where many colourful characters assembled and Rowena felt spoiled for choice but she could not help but notice the dark man's occasional glances towards her.&nbsp; As much as she thought it would horrify her aunt to speak with him next Rowena decided to avoid him for now and pretended not to notice his gaze upon her.&nbsp; It was perhaps then the most unlikely of people that she approached next a fellow woman who stood alone without chaperone, she tilted her head slightly to speak to her aunt.&nbsp; “Why don't you enjoy some tea&nbsp; auntie.”&nbsp; She looked in Lacey's direction and her aunt moved of in search of proper conversation.&nbsp; Rowena smiled and moved in Lacey's direction she offered a slight smile and glanced her over wondering who she was. <em>“Lady Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin, who might I have the pleasure of addressing,&nbsp; and what keeps you alone and without company in such an affair as this might I wonder ?”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 08:44:56</strong>
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				Tyler, still sitting comfortably sipping his wine, admired the many potential Mrs Tyler Harrington’s that graced him with their presence. He believed he had caught all their names but he know that it was still polite to ask should he be introduced or indeed introduce himself. They all seemed to float around the room unaware that he was watching them. Well at least that is what he believed. <br><br>As his eyes wondered, his focus shifted to the dark man. Who was he to be allowed in here with such… well he was a darkie wasn’t he. The Major had a good mind to take him by the scruff of the neck and toss him to the curb. <em>If only he could reach the man’s collar</em>, Tyler taught. My word the man was tall. After another sip, Tyler had made up his mind. He was going to have a polite word with the man and ask him to kindly leave his presence, so he did not have to look upon him again. At that Tyler sprang to attention and with careful negotiation he walked through the crowd in the direction of the man. He was but three yards from him when the dark man spotted him. His stare went straight through Tyler as if the man was looking at his soul. <br><br>In a panic as if his life was in danger, Tyler changed direction slightly and headed towards Lady Charlotte and Rupert. As he drew closer, he was sure that he recognised her. He was not sure from where but he was in no doubt that it would become clear in time. With a light cough, he attempted to gain her attention.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 16:04:58</strong>
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				Lady Charlotte was happily speaking with Rupert and another couple, she seemed very much the social butterfly, and appeared to society batter and small talk to a fine art, she obviously had been well trained at this. Occasionally she was a little risqué, though never enough to offend, perhaps just shock a little.<br><br>She saw the approach of The Major and offered him a most beguiling smile, “Major Harrington I believe, how delightful to meet you, I have such grand tales of your escapades.” It was then she giggled and offered her gloved hand for him to kiss. It was then that the Lady offered introductions, of the others The gentleman and his wife were the Carter Browns. “So do tell us how is London life treating you, not nearly as exciting as India I am sure.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 08:53:22</strong>
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				You could clearly see in Tyler’s face that he was extremely grateful of Lady Charlotte’s warm introductions. He kissed her gloved hand and began to relax considerably. By doing so he promptly forgot about the dark man who was probably still staring at him. <em>Evil Darkie</em>, Tyler thought, <em>Good for one thing only and that was working for Queen and country</em>. He politely welcomed the introductions and happily, with everyone’s attention, proceeded to answer Charlotte’s enquiry. “Exciting, London, not especially, however, tonight promises to be most intriguing. A Mummy above us and a chance to get out of the house to socialize with such a variety of fascinating individuals. It makes me almost forget my injury which is one of the reasons I can not be on the frontline, so to speak. The things I have seen would turn the best wine to vinegar, I can assure you of that.” Visions of his missing wife flashed before his eyes, which gave him a blank expression for a moment. He quickly composed himself and hoped that his ‘moment’ would be mistaken for a memory of his time at war and not his wife’s ‘disappearance’. He smiled at Charlotte and continued “Where was I? Oh yes the war.” He raised his voice with excitement and so that the dark man could overhear. “Savages the lot of them. It takes a good firm British hand to keep them in check I can tell you.” He laughed as he felt quite secure around Lady Charlotte. He was not sure why but for some reason he could relax around her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 13:41:45</strong>
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				<br>While Rowena and her aunt mingled in the gathering of guests Barnabas and Rowena's footman remained standing at the ready should one of them be needed, of course Barnabas was no servant at least no regular one he owed service to Rowena's father a life debt and loyalty to things above Queen and country.&nbsp; Barnabas had not failed to notice the presence of the dark foreigners either, despite being as well traveled as Rowena herself he did not quite share her bizarre openness which he perceived as foolish naivety.&nbsp; The mask he wore hid his expression but his gaze rarely wandered far from these dark foreigners, they where not to be trusted none of them.&nbsp; The American's had not gone unnoticed either and Barnabas could not help but wonder what would posses Lord Winterstone to invite such trash to such an occasion, the diplomat he could understand and even respect but these other foreigners what place did they have here. Barnabas clenched his fists at the thought which brought a surprised look from Rowena's footman, as the leather of his gloves creaked and strained under the mans fury. <br><br>This was the only sign of his displeasure that showed as he stoically stood as trained unflinching a true testament of the spirit that often won in war. Barnabas was a man who lived for his cause a man who would go beyond any measure for his calling, his life was over now he could not show his face he could not longer be seen too society.&nbsp; It was almost as if a slap in the face, that these foul savages would be allowed to do so when he could not this would not be forgotten for many days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 06:07:56</strong>
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				Nathaniel was brooding again.&nbsp; Emily Rose could feel it more than see it.&nbsp; Social gatherings had that effect on him.&nbsp; He enjoyed the splendor but did not enjoy the fact he couldn't indulge in it from his own pocket.&nbsp; It was only when he felt the sharp jab of an elbow to his side that he came back to himself.&nbsp; "What is it Emmy?"<br><br>"You are doing it again, brother.&nbsp; Lady Charlotte came over and you barely nodded to her.&nbsp; It's impolite.&nbsp; She might think we have slighted her.&nbsp; I don't enjoy the crowd but we still have to pay our respects.&nbsp; Besides, you are starting to get the same scowl as that....colored man over there," she said with out pointing.&nbsp; Nathaniel should know whom she spoke of.&nbsp; "Is that really the color of his skin?"<br><br>Nathaniel looked over and sized the tall man up but let it be.&nbsp; He disapproved greatly but then The Winterstone's would not have the darkie here unless it was necessary.&nbsp; Perhaps he was apart of the evenings entertainment.&nbsp; He shrugged it off and let his sister lead him over to where The lady was speaking with her guests.&nbsp; Grinning from ear to ear as if he had spotted the only jewel in the room, he approached the Lady Charlotte with praise on his lips.<br><br>"Lady Charlotte," he began boisterously to gain her attention.&nbsp; He took her hand in his as if he were handling the finest of china and raised it up between them.&nbsp; "Forgive me, I believe I was so stunned by your beauty that I lost all sense.&nbsp; It took my dear sister to remind me that you were not an angel of Heaven but surely a nymph of this Earth.&nbsp; Lord Winterstone is a lucky man indeed."<br><br>He bowed over her hand and kissed it gently, holding it there still.&nbsp; It never hurt to flirt with the hostess.&nbsp; He gave her a wink and brought Emily Rose in closer to maintain Lady Charlotte's propriety.&nbsp; He made note of the men and decided they were not threats.&nbsp; Why he had to think like that was beyond him anymore.&nbsp; He needed a stiff drink .&nbsp; "You remember Emily Rose?"<br><br>Emily blushed fiercely, more from her brother's extravagance than being thrust into the conversation.&nbsp; "Please, our thanks for the invitation.&nbsp; You have a lovely home."<br><br>She stilled herself from sidling closer to her brother.&nbsp; She knew what she was there for.&nbsp; She was getting to old to stay at home and she felt sick for being on display for him, but what could she do.&nbsp; It was her duty to marry if it helped the family.&nbsp; She nodded politely to the others to shy to meet anyone's eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 12:36:14</strong>
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				Lady Charlotte turned to both Emily Rose and Nathaniel, “Oh my goodness its so wonderful to see you both,” She patted the hand of the man in a rather flirtatious manner, “You are just too kind, and flattering, I am sure that will get you everywhere.” She chuckled&nbsp; then and gave the rather shy young woman a most lovely smile, trying to make her feel a little more comfortable, her attentions then returned to her brother. “Well indeed Lord Winterstone is a lucky man to have me help him. Though whatever those naughty gossips are saying I only aided with some of the arrangements his poor wife is indisposed.” She shook her head and sighed, “The poor dear…and after all that woman that his brother has returned with would not know a dinner party if it bit her on the…I am sure you know what I am saying.” The Lady laughed again, she certainly knew how to put people at ease.&nbsp; “I suppose its not really her fault, apparently she is a nice lady even though she is a darkie, however I cant see it myself.”<br><br>“My goodness, I am certainly letting my mouth run away with me…” With that Lady Charlotte made introductions as was appropriate for one who was aiding as a hostess. “It is such a shame that we frail ladies are not allowed to see the actual unwrapping don’t you think?”&nbsp; Mrs Carter Brown pursed her lips a little and her husband hid his disapproval with a cough, after all it did not pay to upset someone of her status.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 19:12:10</strong>
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				As interesting as the gathering was, it was thirsty work standing here and looking interested and yet aloof at the same time.&nbsp; It took a little time to catch the attention of one of those wandering servants, but not so much that it was unseemly.&nbsp; Soon enough, a delicately fluted glass nestled in Lacey's still-gloved hand.&nbsp; The fragrant bouquet of the pale wine helped settle the young librarian's fluttering stomach, and a few small sips helped settle her nerves as well.<br><br>Lacey was re-orienting herself, and once again beginning to glance about, trying to determine why everyone was so interested in the egyptians, and yet unwilling to approach them or converse directly.&nbsp; She was just resolving to go over and speak with them direct when she was nigh-ambushed with the appearance of one of the socialites Lacey had so recently been studying.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Lady Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin, who might I have the pleasure of addressing,&nbsp; and what keeps you alone and without company in such an affair as this might I wonder ?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Startled by the suddenness of the approach she had not been expected, Lacey found her eyes wide and blinking for that long moon-struck moment.&nbsp; "Oh... ah... Do be pairdonin' meh, Miss.&nbsp; A'm not normal ane fer to be chettin an' mexin' an'tha lahk.&nbsp; A've come from the Univers'ty o' Glasgow, t'view tha papyrus tha Winterstane' did bring back wi'them.&nbsp; Lacey, Miss.&nbsp; Lacey MacAllister.&nbsp; Ah ye're service, Miss."<br><br>Sketching a brief curtsey, Lacey prayed that she had not managed to offend the approached Lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 17:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Oh... ah... Do be pairdonin' meh, Miss.&nbsp; A'm not normal ane fer to be chettin an' mexin' an'tha lahk.&nbsp; A've come from the Univers'ty o' Glasgow, t'view tha papyrus tha Winterstane' did bring back wi'them.&nbsp; Lacey, Miss.&nbsp; Lacey MacAllister.&nbsp; Ah ye're service, Miss."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rowena's eyes almost lit up at the other woman's words she showed no sign of surprise however she fashioned her facade into a friendly one finished with a discrete but inquisitive smile.&nbsp; She let Lacey's words hang and dwell within her mind for a few moments before replying to her with soft words of her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><em><br>"That is quite alright Miss MacAllister you are a guest here also you have done me no harm, quite the opposite it would seam.&nbsp; You are a woman of learned interests ? I have a passion for reading and understanding myself perhaps I might observe as you view this Papyrus you speak of.&nbsp; I would hope that Lord Winterstone would allow just that, I have heard that he will not permit us of the fairer sex to see such sights as that which stirs upstairs.&nbsp; I would have half a mind to make a fuss but with my aunt here and feelings as they are this eve, I believe it may in fact be for the best." </em><br><br>Rowena shooed away one of the houses staff as they tried to offer her another drink, she had not taken one that evening and with the foul feelings she felt when she entered she did not intend too.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had the feeling she would need her wits this night, but she did not wish to offend the Lord so she leaned close to the serving staff and whispered discreetly.&nbsp; <em> "I will take some tea latter if that would be no trouble, I am not permitted the luxury of wine at present."&nbsp; </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 13:03:46</strong>
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				<strong> Dinner is Served</strong><br><br>After yet more polite conversation, light of course, the bell for dinner rang and the rather varied array of guests was politely and as one would expect invisibly shown through to the dining room. As one would expect it was lavish and some what sumptuous, though not ostentatiously so. It was as one would expect elegant and refined.<br><br>The silver wear gleamed in the soft lighting. There were sorbets of many flavours, and fruit for those what wished to sample something light and refreshing between courses. The centre piece was exquisite as everyone would have expected. Yes this would certainly be a dinner to remember for many reasons. The seating arrangement had been delicately arranged considering the verity of guests that were here, and it was important to keep everything ‘just so’ for an event of this calibre, that everything remain civil, well at least at dinner while the ladies remained. <br><br>The soup plates were served and the tureen was brought around with the most delightful asparagus soup. It smelled delicious; also the pale crisp wine was tasted and then poured. All the time the staff moved about knowing there place, and when everything went smoothly it was as if they did not exist. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 14:20:44</strong>
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				<em>Finally! </em> he taught, as the bell rang for dinner. His tummy was beginning to rumble somewhat. It had been a long journey from home and all he had eaten since arriving was a handful of small thin biscuits of such a size as to be unsustainable for a man of his girth. <br><br>As he was being lead into the large dining room, he stayed close to Lady Charlotte. He acknowledged the other guests, in particular the women as he had a fondness for the ‘fairer sex’. <em>Quite captivating</em> he taught as he went by them. He taught that he may have even caught the eye of one or two. He understood from his eavesdropping that they were called Lacy MacAllister, Lady Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin and Lady Emily Rose Windham. He sighed as he took in there natural beauty and presence. He acknowledged each of them with a smile, if they happened upon to look in his direction. <br><br>He waited to be shown to his sit and to his light amusement and delight it looked as though he would be sat near to all three or at least within speaking distance. The thought of this relieved him somewhat as the ‘savages’ would be situated some distance away from them and himself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 04:26:18</strong>
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				The bell rang for dinner and Jessica, she knew that this had to go perfect for her masters. All other maids who were allowed upstairs were also as nervous as Jessica. Although giving dinner was the least of her worries at the moment. With a smile she entered the dinning room with a small cart full of dishes. She started placing the dishes on the middle of the table covered as they were. She smiled at each of the guests and placed the dishes on the middle. She loved this part of the dinning the reveal of the food. She started to take off all the covers from the food revealing them one by one. They looked to be very well done.&nbsp; <br><br>Going through each guest she asked what would they want and served them each whatever they liked. They had apparently a lot of visitors and right now she would need all the concentration she could to make it perfect. After the dinner was served with the wine and everything she bowed her head and smiled, “If any of the guests would want anything else just ask one of the maids and they would be honored to serve you. My name is Jessica if any of you need me, Happy dinning”. She bowed again and left the room with the small cart taking a deep breath and looking at the stairs. She smirked as she headed back to the meeting point with him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 17:48:45</strong>
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				Watching her ambusher's eyes all but sparkle, Lacey couldn't help but wonder if it was her accent, or her profession which drove such excitement into the noblewoman's mind.&nbsp; The voice that replied was cultured, where her own was not.&nbsp; Subtle and delicate, it was everything that defined the nobility.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"That is quite alright Miss MacAllister you are a guest here also you have done me no harm, quite the opposite it would seam.&nbsp; You are a woman of learned interests ? I have a passion for reading and understanding myself perhaps I might observe as you view this Papyrus you speak of.&nbsp; I would hope that Lord Winterstone would allow just that, I have heard that he will not permit us of the fairer sex to see such sights as that which stirs upstairs.&nbsp; I would have half a mind to make a fuss but with my aunt here and feelings as they are this eve, I believe it may in fact be for the best." </em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ye're too kand, Miss.&nbsp; Aye, ah've studied words an' latters, an ah work wi'tha Library o'Glasgow.&nbsp; Ye'd beh more than walcome te be observin' whal ah do be verifyin' any scrolls tha Winterstane' do be trustin meh wit'"<br><br>A few sips of her wine helped pass those awkward moments between verbal parries, and young Lacey couldn't help but wonder just why the Lady Rowena was not permitted wine.&nbsp; What manner of illness or religious observance would deny that?&nbsp; Strange, indeed.<br><br>The sounding of the dinner bell caused young Lacey to jump, startled that it had happened already.&nbsp; A few glances around, showed her that the others were already being led away by the servants.&nbsp; "Ye'll pardon me, Miss.&nbsp; Ah imagine ye'll be havin' a seat neer th'ead of tha tebble.&nbsp; Ah'll meck me own way in, an mayhap we'll be seein' yer after.&nbsp; Fer tha papyrii."<br><br>With a bit of a duck of her head, Lacey headed off towards the dining room, sliding in with the servants, and locating her spot in the middle of the table.&nbsp; Another, more superstitious person might be offended by the left side of the table, but Lacey just took it in stride, and settled herself with a near-silent smoothing of her skirt.<br><br>Soup was delicious, and the flavours of the sorbets were fantastical.&nbsp; The conversation around her at the table was the quiet murmur of people discovering their footing with their new neighbours and those topics they had enough in common with each other that interesting talk could be had.&nbsp; With herself settled, it was time to see who else had been relegated to the table sinister...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 08:13:34</strong>
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				Tyler had to admit that once he had taken his eyes of the beauties that were before him, the Winterstones had more than demonstrated there ability to present the finest in culinary delights. He mused once again at his delight of being sat close to a veritable gathering of exquisiteness. <br><br>Then it was time to eat. Tyler stomach gave a slight rumble as one of the maids, who was called Jessica, or at least that is what Tyler had heard William call her, revealed the food. As she came close, he thanked her quietly as the soup was served. He then looked onto his wine glass. It was full once again. He was always surprised at no matter how much wine he drank his glass was always full. Quite magical he taught. Perhaps he would mention it to one of the more becoming of maids and see if they can throw any light on his enquiry. <br><br>Due to his hunger, Tyler did not take long on the soup, delicious as it was. He then proceeded to wash it down with a glass of wine. As he put his glass down he acknowledged Jessica’s departure from the proceedings and looked to the main. That is when he scanned the room once more and began to join in on the many mumbled conversations that were surrounding him. He interjected as appropriate of his station and started up the odd conversation himself when silence fell for a suitable amount of time. He found to his surprise that he was actually enjoying himself. Would he really have to thank his father the next time he saw him for offering him his invitation? Tyler considered.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 12:58:10</strong>
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				Rowena smiled pleasantly and kindly to Lacey and nodded politely in acknowledgement of her statement. Her words where laced with thinly veiled disappointment Rowena expected to be sat next to some dreadful bore.&nbsp; She knew there would be at least one at her side with her aunt as her guest and chaperon for the evening. <em>“Quite so I expect Miss MacAllister,&nbsp; thank you for the time and I hope to observe your study later do enjoy the dinner.” </em><br><br>Rowena sighed slightly behind her fan which she used deftly to hide her expression and the building tension she felt within, she softly fanned herself actually feeling the need for the accessory for once.&nbsp; Rowena had tried to forget and push the dread she had felt since entering this night away, but there was no mistaking these feelings they where real not the conjured superstitions of paranoia and atmosphere. The ringing of the bell echoed within Rowena's mind like a grim foreboding toll of the nights fate, she slowly made her way back to her aunt to accompany her to the dinner table.<br><br>As her and the bothersome aunt found the places at dinner she too to her seat quietly thanking her footman with a nod as he pulled out her and aunties chair.&nbsp; Rowena glanced about the table politely offering smile and acknowledgement to those opposite and around her, she looked noticeably paler than before as the dread in her overcame her barriers of control and measure.&nbsp; Rowena was more than capable of looking into the unknown fearlessly, but this was quite unlike anything she had felt before and as exciting as it was to her mind she knew in her heart the outcome would be horrifying.&nbsp; &nbsp; Rowena was grateful for her place then for she knew none would likely expect her to strike up conversation, no that could be left to the men and so she would listen and only comment on things relevant to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She wished that Barnabas was sat next to her now, he was always a silent comfort she had known him from an early age and he knew how to calm her, he knew her as well as her father almost did. But Barnabas had not been the same since the accident that had nearly cost his life,&nbsp; he was but a shadow of the man he used to be and had become a specter in her life a watchful guardian and companion a spy for her father.&nbsp; He would not join them at dinner however, would not reveal or even suggest the nature of his disfigurements, even though Rowena would tell him they where not as bad as he imagined. No he would not impose himself upon others no more, he would not expect such from others and would not do so to them it was all he could do to be a gentleman now.&nbsp; And so&nbsp; Barnabas stood alone quietly to himself out of sight with a simple drink which he enjoyed sparingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 06:33:03</strong>
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				Emily Rose wished she could have sighed.&nbsp; Nothing was more inane than idle chatter, especially when she was at a loss as what to say.&nbsp; She was deeply relieved when the dinner bell sounded and they all seemed to adjourn to the Dining Room like a pack of hyenas.&nbsp; Hyenas because she could tell that many of the invited guests were there to partake in the good charity of the Winterstones.&nbsp; She took her seat and glanced at all the guests.&nbsp; <br><br>She began assessing each person for their character flaws.&nbsp; The things she had manged to hear among the hen pecked gossip of the ladies.&nbsp; Though she did not get out much, she was still required to make an appearance to tea,now and then.&nbsp; it was a horrible thing she had to do.&nbsp; Just the week before she was at a tea with Miss Weatherby.&nbsp; The God awful woman would not shut up.&nbsp; To be honest, the complaints that poured forth were trappings of jealousy and contempt but the little tidbits were things her brother used in his gambling.&nbsp; Something about the bluff beginning before the game.&nbsp; <br><br>Emily Rose took delicate sips of her soup, every small gesture a compliment to proper etiquette.&nbsp; She glance up and met Major Tyler's eyes and he nodded and smiled at her.&nbsp; She turned her eyes down with a blush.&nbsp; He was a nice looking gentleman and though she was in his presence earlier that night, his bold look set her heart to thumping.&nbsp; She was coming of an age now when the look of all men made her a tad nervous.&nbsp; She glanced down at the Lady Rowena.&nbsp; Now there was a woman of this age.&nbsp; Bold and beautiful, the haughty rebellion Emily Rose so wish she had.&nbsp; Why is it the Lady was so pale and trembling.&nbsp; Ah, a chink in that shiny armor.&nbsp; She tucked that bit away for later.&nbsp; She smiled to herself, thinking now of a new game she could play.&nbsp; <br><br>This was the strangeness that Nathaniel so wished to hide.&nbsp; That bit of spontaneous darkness that his dear sister tended towards.&nbsp; he knew what she did.&nbsp; It was probably his fault.&nbsp; The Laramie woman who committed suicide....he knew that Emily had a hand in that.&nbsp; If women weren't such awful gossips, his sister's experimentation on what could happen if the gossip was pushed a certain way.&nbsp; <br><br>The delicious taste of the asparagus soup sat cold in his stomach.&nbsp; He needed a distraction and right quick.&nbsp; He loved his sister dearly but if someone began to notice that odd little smile...well, he wasn't about to let it happen.&nbsp; He had seen the Major eying the ladies in the room, his sister included.&nbsp; About to say something, the maids began to serve, he was most taken by the one that dished his plate.&nbsp; So lovely. Lovely enough to give her a solid pinch to her bottom.&nbsp; He liked to see how the help reacted in such a setting.&nbsp; If they did nothing, they kept their job and maybe he would pay them a sweet little visit or they lost their job in a display of indignance and he paid them a visit anyway.&nbsp; At least if the mood struck him.&nbsp; "Hmmmm, yes, Jessica....I would certainly call on you if I <em>needed</em> something."<br><br>He spoke it more to himself than anything, but the gentleman to his left wholeheartedly agreed.&nbsp; Nathaniel smirked bringing his attention to the matter at hand.&nbsp; He allowed a minute or two to pass before pressing the Major.&nbsp; Nathaniel was here for more than one thing, he had best begin to set those plans in motion.&nbsp; So clearing his throat....<br><br>"Major Tyler, I say?&nbsp; You must have seen some interesting things being a man of the military.&nbsp; Did I hear that you went to India?&nbsp; My sister, Emily, she likes to read and paint but she says it isn't the same as going to to a place.&nbsp; I'm guessing it is fantastically hot.&nbsp; Please, you must tell us, tell Emily, that India is not just deserts," he began, coaxing the man into speech.&nbsp; He ignored the fork jabbing into his side as Emily ignored him otherwise and smiled at pleasantly at the Major.<br><br>"Yes, Major Tyler, please do tell.&nbsp; I've thought of trying to paint a landscape but the books seem to lack something," Emily Rose said, vengeance on her brother skipping like dainty slippered feet through her mind.&nbsp; Well, truth was, she was painting a landscape like that and she stopped jabbing her brother, forgiving him for at least slightly paying attention to what she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 09:19:28</strong>
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				Noticing his affect on the ladies, in particular a certain Emily Rose, as she blushed at his glances, Tyler mused at the thoughts of how to relieve her of her embarrassment. There was some fire within her he could sense that. Wickedness too, which excited him somewhat. Perhaps her dark side could be married to his. Then there was her brother, Nathaniel, who seemed just a little to over protective of her. How was he going to get close to her with him so near, Tyler considered. <br><br>Keeping half an eye on the amusing goings on in the room, whilst trying to tease a rather large dumpling from his plate into his month, the Major paused and place the offending item back on his plate and sighed. Just as he exhaled, he heard his title. To his surprise, Nathaniel was addressing him. He wondered how long he had been watching him before speaking but he composed himself and responded. <br><br>Just as he was about to retort, Emily confirmed her brother’s interest in his adventures. <em>Should I leave out the nights filled with orgy and intrigue</em>, Tyler thought. <em>Yes that would be wise at this juncture</em>, he decided. Due to her obvious interest, he directed most of his stories towards Emily, but occasional, so not to seem rude, he would turn his head to acknowledge the rest of the eyes that were fixated upon his chronicle. He did this for another reason too. He found Emily’s eyes to be most distracting. He seemed to be quite taken in by them. From time to time, he even found that he would lose his place in the story when his eyes would meet hers for long periods of time. <br><br>His story went something like this. “Well Emily to assist you in your art I will indeed enlighten you.” he paused for dramatic effect and then continued. “India’s astounding diversity of religions, languages, and cultures is unique and unparalleled. The society of vast land is among the oldest in the world. That aside I feel the grip of the Empire is failing. I was stationed in Delhi some years after the Bengal army shot their British officers. Once the uprising was over, imperial authority was restored in 1858, if my memory serves me well. I, along with many other garrisons were brought in some time after that to police the situation. All we wanted to do was to bring in some order into such a chaotic place and we did. However, to my shock and the shock of many, they did not want any of our new laws, technology or even our religion. Savages the lot of them.” Realising at this point that he was digressing from the point some what, he tried to redirect his thought patterns. “Sorry, I seem to be getting quite excited. Where was I? Oh yes you wanted some inspiration for you paintings didn’t you?” He pulled out a picture from his jacket pocket. It was a picture of a landscape. He and Cooper were in the picture. He handed it to Emily. “As you can see, India is far from a desert. The majestic hills and the forests are not to be rivalled.” <br><br>He let her take in the picture for a little while before continuing “If you would like to see more of these pictures, for inspirational use of course, I will be more than happy to accommodate you Emily.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 14:56:02</strong>
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				The dinner continued and many conversations passed over the table, Rupert the artist and Charlotte discussed a most exciting trip to Paris, where they were able to see a most exciting movement in art, The Impressionists…Charlotte had rather a joke about a green fairy and there experiences with more than one of them. Of course her stories were amusing, a little risqué however they did not detract from the exciting and interesting tales of Egypt that Lord Winterstone offered. <br><br>His brother was quiet and seemed rather withdrawn pale perhaps; it appeared he was near subservient to his new dark skinned wife. The dark man remained brooding and ate his dinner quietly as Mister Carter-Brown talked of his homeland, without the interesting anecdotes that the host had.&nbsp; However at least he was making conversation.<br><br>The cheese fingers and Lettuce salad was served, followed baked salmon served with hollandaise sauce.&nbsp; One could only imagine what other delights these guests might partake of, for there, for there was the course of game, and then meat yet to follow. Of course most of the ladies had already eaten and merely picked at their food, one must after all have the appetite of a sparrow…<br><br>Thus the meal continued, occasionally the lights dimmed a touch...&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 14:25:32</strong>
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				<br>Rowena continued throughout the meal in silence she was not in the mood to make idle conversation, but she was somewhat intrigued by what she heard others discussing.&nbsp; She barely touched her soup but seamed more interested in the cheese fingers and salad, the baked salmon she only lightly pecked at and one might suspect she had done more probing at it with her fork than eating of it. <br><br>Rowena listened to the tales and talk of the continent try to separate the fact from fiction Rowena felt she was probably harder to fool than most other women here, she had been to such places with her Father before her aunt had intervened and brought her back to England to attempt to salvage her future as she put it. Most of what was said seamed like it was based in fact although Rowena felt a lot of it was tainted by opinion and thus perhaps easily misunderstood. Barnabas she thought would of agreed throughly with them, she wondered sometimes how he had ever come to know her father or be in his employ.&nbsp; <br><br>These thoughts helped Rowena dismiss the feelings she felt for a time although they remained there held at bay by her courage and training, Rowena had learned to confront and control her fears well only through understanding could they be banished. Turning from them she had learned only made things worse, the first time she had felt her gifts she had been terrified and for a long time she had tried to deny them.&nbsp; The dimming of the lights did not help matters as they only seamed to make the atmosphere more and more suitable for such a grim occasion to occur, she wondered if she was alone in the feeling and if at all it where warranted. She glanced around the table nervously studying each person in turn looking for signs of understanding, she found herself drawn to the dark man once more in the end she was sure he knew something of this matter. She had now convinced herself that was nothing to do with his appearance there was something about him and it was rather odd that he would be here it seamed unusual, as did the brothers subservience to his wife that was certainly liable to fuel some amount of gossip.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 11:16:03</strong>
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				Seeing that Emily needed some time with the picture, Tyler left her to do so whilst he turned his head to chat to the others within his circle. After a while he noticed that Rowena seemed distracted by the dark savage. His curiosity began to take over so he turned to face her and enquired. “Is everything alright my dear? Pay no attention to him. I am surprised he was even allowed in here.” He glanced at him quickly and then Malsika. “Along with certain others I mean.” Although he forgave Malsika a little, which was strange, for the Major, as he had no time for the Darkies, as a rule. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 11:31:54</strong>
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				<br>Rowena turned to Major Tyler as he addressed her she was slightly surprised by his comment but mentally thankful that the truth of the matter was not obvious.&nbsp; She nodded her head a little before speaking softly careful not to disturb any other conversation. <br><em><br>"Quite alright yes, it is not the present company that disturbs me this evening. I fear I have caught a breath of the foul air, the London smog can be so unwholesome at times." </em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 12:29:25</strong>
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				Showing his concern for her health and disgust at the London air for making Rowena so ill, he attempted to reassure her “Yes the air here is quite inferior to the fresh air of Ivinghoe in South East Buckinghamshire where I currently reside.” He reflected for a few seconds and them explained. “I can spend hours walking in my garden thinking about life and it’s little miseries.” He smiled at her as he began to remember more interesting and darker times in that garden. “From time to time Alice would come to see that I was not to lost in my own mind.” He tailed off almost to a whisper “She always seems to know when I need her.” <br><br>He paused to bring himself back into the present. Sometimes he struggled with that. ‘That’ being his darker side as it would unbeknownst to Tyler drag him away from reality from time to time. Once composed he smiled warmly at her “You would love it there. So very peaceful. It would certainly help you clear that smog from your lungs.” Upon that, he suggested “In the meantime, once dinner is over, perhaps you and I could take a walk in the gardens if our paths are to cross once again.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 13:09:00</strong>
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				<br>Rowena's smile curled slightly as her aunt seamed to pick up interest in the conversation her concern was little to do with her health however,&nbsp; she was long used to Rowena's occasional maladies. Rowena was glad her quick thinking and excuse had seamed appropriate, in truth it was partially true she was not used to London smog and it could make her feel horrid but it was a far less tangible thing that was the true cause.&nbsp; Rowena felt she sensed a recognizable mood in the Major then she had heard men and women speak as such before, when there was a loss or departure.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I am sure it is quite wonderful, I often find my own gardens a suited place to collect my thoughts and study the beauty of the world.&nbsp; Would you agree Major than there is no garden greener and better tended too on earth than those of this fair land?"<br></em><br>Rowena smiled and allowed a pause for thought and reply before she answered his question of her. <em>"I would be delighted to walk with you in the gardens, providing it does not interrupt our hosts affairs of course and that it is permitted." </em><br><br>Rowena's aunt was almost smiling at such a thing and already her attention had turned to the Major and silently she regarded him and pondered how she might use this to her own advantage, already her mind spun with thoughts of matchmaking once more. Could it be that she had found one who Rowena would not instantly shun or push away with her opinions, which she was sure Rowena did on purpose just for the sake of rebellion against her she was to much of her Father and all that was wrong in her Mother.&nbsp; Rowena's smile only grew as she noticed the tell tale signs of her aunt's mind at work, Rowena always knew when she was plotting and it always delighted her when she did so over such trivial things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 13:42:34</strong>
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				He nodded his head in agreement “Yes indeed. I have wondered far and wide, to the four corners of the globe, so to speak, to find a more tended garden than the ones that can be found in England, but have always found myself returning disappointed by the offerings that were put before me only for my excitement to be reborn as I explore the bounties that are on offer here. But I digress, we are still talking of gardens I assume?” He chuckled at his little joke, to himself, and smiled. <br><br>While he was conversing with Rowena, he could not help but notice that others were focusing on him, in particular the woman seen with Rowena throughout the night. She seemed to be sizing him up for something. Tyler liked women as a rule but he was not a fan of elder ladies. He felt a little uncomfortable by her sparing but with a few calm breaths and a stiff drink of his wine, his focus was soon back on Rowena. “I am sure once the proceedings have come to a close we can fine time to discuss our interests on a more personal level. A walk will certainly be a good start I feel. Perhaps our discussions will go as far as what goes through our minds when we find them a wandering.”&nbsp; He took a bit of food from his plate and ruminated will he waited patiently for a response.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 14:08:42</strong>
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				<br>Rowena stifled a pleasant and polite chuckle at the Major's comments she was relieved to find that the conversation took her mind from other troubles at least briefly.&nbsp; <em>"Oh quite of course whatever else could I possibly mean Major Tyler." </em> Rowena was almost as surprised as her aunt that she was playing along and enjoying the joke.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She reaffirmed her smile once more and listened to his words taking note that her aunt was seaming to make him feel uncomfortable, Rowena was not surprised she was quite oblivious to the fact she could at time be startling or intimidating.&nbsp; Rowena took a gentle sip of water herself before responding to the Major's latest words. <em>"I believe that would be fair Major Tyler, It would not be a fitting evening out at all without the opportunity for such.&nbsp; My mind rarely wanders however, my Father taught me to sally forth on expeditions never to wander here and there always with purpose and open mind to what may and can be."&nbsp; </em><br><br>Rowena's aunt tutted slightly at her nieces words she always seamed to have to make some comment or remark that would be liable to ruin things.&nbsp; Why she had been allowed to stay in her Father's care for so long she never understood, half the trouble was the fact he carted her off around the world filling her head with silly ideas and ideals.&nbsp; Rowena's only response was the brightening of her smile and a flush of some of her color returning to her, the banter was a delightful distraction and so far it seamed she was playing the game well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 15:17:51</strong>
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				Seeing that his joke had not offended the ears of Rowena, he showed an air of relief in his face. He was never to sure of his innuendo’s and of how far to take them but he could see that Rowena was a well travelled women and was able to take his humour. This pleased him a great deal. He relaxed his shoulders and with the mildest of suggestions, he commented “Then we will have this rendezvous, as the French would say.” <br><br>He took a large mouthful of food and chewed it quickly so he could continue the in depth conversation with this mysterious woman called Lady Rowena. <br><br>Before continuing he turned his attention to the elder woman to Rowena’s side who saw it fitting to react so rudely in response to Rowena’s explanations. “Excuse me; your rude gestures have no place here in the presence of such as fine woman as Lady Rowena. I would be grateful if you would keep your remarks, no matter how small, to yourself in future. Of course if you do not there is always another room that you can be escorted to. So you can gesture to your hearts content in there if you so wish. Your choice of course.” <br><br>Before she could response or even before he could see the shock that was more than like about to appear on the face of the elder woman and the faces of many around him, he continued to focus on Rowena. “Sorry about that.” He said reassuringly “Some people forget their place when it comes to the dinning table.” In an attempt to put the conversation back on track, he praised “Your father sounds like a fine man with good advice. He sounds like someone I would like to meet someday. Anyway remind me again, where were we?” He smiled at her in a hope that she would still want to talk to him after his little outburst, but it was for her to decide on that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 15:48:53</strong>
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				<br>Rowena's expression dropped a little and she listen in surprise as Major Tyler chastised and snubbed her aunt so publicly, she almost felt sorry for her for Rowena knew this would boil in her for days if not months and she would make no response Rowena's aunt would not speak back to such a man in public heaven forbid.&nbsp; Rowena glanced momentarily at her aunt there was a first for everything it seamed and she was surprised to see some amount of shame in her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rowena's aunt kept it well hidden of course and only the refined eye or familiar could see the tell, she turned the other cheek and glanced away busying herself with her diner.<br><br>Rowena spoke her voice seamed more serious in tone now <em>"It is quite alright Major, she meant no harm I assure you she simply does not approve of some of my opinions or my Father's hand in raising me, It's quite understandable she is not alone in her dislike of my father.&nbsp; In truth he is a fine man and well with wealth and influence and the spread of opinion and ideas come many enemies, it is easy to fear and dislike what is not understood and much of my Father's work and life is often misunderstood. I am sure he would love to meet you also Major Tyler where he not so busy I am sure he would of been here tonight in my stead."</em> <br><br>Rowena smiled again and sipped at her water letting silence hang for a moment before answering the Major once more. <em>"I believe we where discussing the tending and beauty of Garden's, but in the flutter of thoughts and present company I may have forgot myself." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 16:28:24</strong>
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				He listened with intent to Rowena’s explanation. He would probably apologise to the woman should the moment present itself, but he would not make it his first priority.&nbsp; “I thank you for explanation of the situation. You are a most intriguing young woman if I can be so bold as to say so.”<br><br>Hearing hear mention wealth, he wised to explain his understanding of such a thing as his father too was considerably wealthy and suffered similar issues to Rowena’s father. “I myself have little interest in wealth, but I understand that money is necessary in order to have a comfortable life. So I do not scorn people who have or even who do not have.” <br><br>Wishing to move the subject back to a more intriguing subject matter he cleared his throat and remarked “On the subject of your father, even though I would like to meet him, I am grateful that he could not make it this evening. As if he had, I would not have met you.” He smiled warmly at her and continued. “So I am indeed appreciative that he was too busy on this occasion.” <br><br>Moving back onto the subject of gardens, he remarked with a sly smile that was directed only at Rowena “Oh yes the bountiful chooses that present themselves when exploring the world of gardening. As I have commented, there is nothing more lovely than what is to be found in an English country garden; however you have to see what else the world has to offer before you can truly appreciate such variety. I myself have wondered many a garden and have come away a little more wiser on the subject. I have experience many a seasonal change in the process, along with the occasional downpour from the heavens.” He paused for a moment as he had let his tongue run away with him once again. “Tell me, dear Rowena, what have you experienced in your exposure to such a wonder?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 17:04:10</strong>
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				<br>Rowena was pleased at the direction of this conversation and the opening her careful words had opened up for her,&nbsp; she smiled serenely at took the opportunity to express a few points some more subtly than others to those around who could hear her words.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Why thank you Major Tyler you are too kind I am sure, I agree fully with you one must not forget those less fortunate in life wealth does often not bring with it wisdom, it is folly to believe one better than another simply because of wealth alone."</em>&nbsp; Rowena's gaze drifted slightly to the Rose family members she knew of there plight perhaps they would understand her opinion, she soon looked back to Major Tyler however with her startling smile her eyes seamed to gleam with the given opportunity to speak of such. <em>"To the contrary Major Tyler my Father would of brought me here, indeed my Father often encourages my presence at such occasions he thinks it not unseemly for me to see such and indeed I have seen a great many wonders through him."</em><br><br>Rowena paused for thought for a moment before continuing to speak to the Major conjuring forth some of the particular sights she had seen in her travels, she was not sure exactly what he meant when he referred to wonders and so instead decided to stick to wonders within the topic of gardens.&nbsp; She smiled brightly and finally decided on what to speak of perhaps it would be of interest to the Major. <em>"Well Major Tyler have you ever seen the delights of the exotic east, the sun sets differently there they say and I can agree with that such sights I have not seen elsewhere. It truly is a different land with an intriguing and rich culture, everything is as exotic and beautiful as one might imagine from the trinkets and districts that have become so common of late."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 17:40:35</strong>
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				It pleased him to find such an intellectual and broad mind in such a beauty as Rowena. He found such a gift a rarity of late, but she certainly was one of a kind. He felt comfortable talking to her as the rest of the room slowly went out of focus. “I am glad that you share such opinions of wealth as I do, it is indeed fortunate that we have the means so that others less fortunate can prosper also. My companion Cooper is from such a background, if it was not for him I would not be here tonight and if it was not for I he would not be here also. The reasons of which are two poles apart, of course. For he has saved my life on numerous occasions. I have tried to return the favour, to a small degree, by allowing him to live in relative comfort.” <br><br>Knowing that she would have been here on this day anyway, gave him a comfortable feeling inside. He smiled at this and commented “I am glad to hear that the fates would have brought us to this occasion, no matter what your father had decided to do. It pleases me greatly that you decided to tell me this news. Grateful indeed.” <br><br>Wishing this meal to end so that he could whisk her way was become quite apparent, he tried to keep it from showing to much but the occasional look at the Grandfather clock was becoming a little more obvious. Trying to stay focussed he remarked “I have indeed been lucky enough to be exposed to such places that you speak off, during my time in India. On occasion when the opportunity arose I would travel across the northern boarder into China. As you say a different land with an intriguing and rich culture. Even though I appreciate being exposed to such things, as I grow older I find the comforts of home to be a little more appealing. Not to say that I would not go out there again should the mood take me.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 18:59:43</strong>
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				Rowena found that she was pleasantly surprised by Major Tyler's acceptance of her, he seamed remarkably capable of pleasant conversation which was something she found few gentlemen, especially those of a military background wished to waste time on.&nbsp; Rowena face flushed a little more with color and the memories of how Barnabas had reacted when she had once attempted such conversation with him threatened to make her laugh.&nbsp; <br><em><br>"Alas I can't say that I have truly saved the lives of any of those I employ myself, I can't say I am that familiar with my help either they have not been with me all that long.&nbsp; Only Barnabas has and he is not a servant or in my employ, he is a long standing family friend and he has been there on many of the travels with my Father sadly since the accident he is a changed man."</em><br><br>Rowena smiled and decided to be a bit more bold having heard the Major's comments <em>"I am glad that my presence here is welcome and pleasing at least to one then,&nbsp; tell me Major Tyler what is your opinion on the matter of us of the fairer sex and if we should be permitted to see such sights such as the preserved husk of the poor fellow who awaits us this night ?"</em><br><br>Rowena was careful to keep her voice down as she did not want to capture the attention of all in attendance especially the hosts, but she was hoping it may stir up some questions and conversation. Personally she could not understand the clear double standards, she knew not all held the same opinions and she wondered if there was something more to this matter than was being told. Why was there such reluctance to allow the women to see something viewed merely as an object for entertainment and the highlight of the evening, maybe they thought that women like herself might object to it in some way and consider it a vile practice. <br><br><em>"I&nbsp; do find the comforts of home pleasant myself, I shall travel again sometime I think however there are places I believe I would still like to see with my own eyes."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 19:18:17</strong>
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				Seeing her flush with colour at his comments pleased Tyler a great deal. He was warming to her during this conversation and longed for it to continue. “I am sure that you have saved many a life in your own way. It does not need to be a physical act, more a choice to help someone in need or not choosing to help.”<br><br>He could not help but notice a distinct lowering in her voice when mentioning the mummy, so he responded with the same. Whispering he reacted “I know that it goes against etiquette but if you would permit me, and if it can be arranged, I would be more than happy to allow you to take my arm when the unveiling takes place.” He glanced at the host with hope. “That is of course assuming that the host allows such a thing. I am curious how much sway I have in this, but I will at least, as the fighting term suggests, fight your corner.” <br><br>Hoping this would please Rowena, he paused to allow his statement to sink in. After a few seconds, he moved the focus temporally onto travel. “On the subject of travel, if I am never allowed to serve Her Majesty again, due to the injury I obtained during my last post, I would quite like for our father’s to discuss a possible joining of parties, so to speak. Do you think that is something that your father would permit? That is to say both families going on the same excursion at the same time.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 10:36:58</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>When the service started and maids walked to their respectable places, she found herself behind <strong>Nathaniel</strong>. Her throat went dry in the same instant, as she looked the man behind her. Fully aware that it was her first ever service in the dinner party and she got the rogue to serve.<br>Her hands trembled a bit, as all the rumors flying around <strong>Nathaniel</strong> and his looks alone, had made quite an impact to young maid.<br><br>As she served the soup plate to <strong>Nathaniel</strong> she managed to do it without incedent, but as <strong>Nathaniel</strong> pinched her bottom, she yelps lighty, allmost dropping the plate cover as she hits her knee to the leg of the chair. ´I am sorry sir´ She quickly says as moist appeared to her eyes on her way to her place by the wall, waitting the next course to be served.<br><br>As the dinner went on, she kept her place and thistime was aware of <strong>Nathaniels</strong> wandering hands. She knew that she were under scrunity from the older maids as its her first time here.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 13:47:36</strong>
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				Rowena considered the topic of conversation continuing to smile at the Major's words and manner, she had not had such luck with conversation in sometime.&nbsp; <em>“Perhaps I have Major Tyler I do try to help and comfort others and be fair in my dealings, I must confess it is not something I have thought about before.” </em> Rowena supposed she may of helped many in the past she wondered why this had never occurred to her, indeed the more she thought about it she realized that her gifts where often focused to that end but she did not view them as a part of life.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Rowena nodded at the mention and offer concerning the mummy<em> “I would be most grateful Major Tyler, why my father would be most displeased I believe if I did not have a full account of the evening to write to him.</em>”&nbsp; Rowena could not help but beam at this although she felt some grim fate would befall this evening, she was not going to be content with sitting in another room no she had to be there to witness and understand it herself.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“I believe that my father would be open to such a proposal yes, although id expect that it might end up being more of an expedition than an excursion knowing my father you may hardly see him or your own for the entire trip.&nbsp; He has a way of becoming involved in his work and keeping anyone partnered with him wrapped up in it also.” </em><br><br>Rowena aunt's expression seamed mortified at the prospects of the idea although she did not turn to face Major Tyler again,&nbsp; she brooded over her diner imagining such a horrid trip which she would of course have to attend simply to keep her sisters daughter in line.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 14:30:35</strong>
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				It seemed that his answer regarding the mummy had pleased Rowena, he attempted to show his appreciation “You have indeed honoured me with your acceptance to join me during the unveiling and it pleases me greatly that you have accepted.” He hoped that his excitement would not be dashed by the hosts when and if they refused such a request. “All we have to do now is that little thing called convincing the others. If it would come to you not being allowed then I am sure that I would be able to account what I saw to your father or indeed we could start some sort of rebellion if you are refused. I am open to either at this stage as I do not wish to displease you.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As she suggested that her father would most likely be accepting of Major Tyler Harrington and company accompanying him and his daughter on one or two of their many excursion, he tried to imagine what it would be like going to a place and not fighting the natives. Not forcing western religion, culture and practices onto the obviously savage populous. Surprisingly, being welcomed with opened arms to a country that he only read about in one of his many books excited him, almost to the point where he felt like cheering as load as he could. Had she began to open his eyes to the possibility that another country could have something more magical than what could be found on the homeland. He had to admit that he liked the idea a great deal. All he had to do now is see if it was possible. Smiling back at Rowena, he suggested “When considering your response to travelling with you, I look forward to both our fathers meeting or even I could talk to him with you present. I am sure my history in the military will stand me in good steed. I am sure there will be many occasions where you and I could meet and spend some time together whilst out in the big wide world. I will cherish those moments a great deal I am sure of that.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 15:02:02</strong>
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				<br>Rowena nodded appreciatively with Major Tyler's word and could not help but smile feeling quite proud and impressed with herself,&nbsp; it was weird that things seamed to be going so well and that she was enjoying herself specially with those dark foreboding feelings she had felt.&nbsp; But Rowena was not going to let that ruin the evening in part she looked forward to there revelation to the discovery of the unknown hoping it would reveal some new intriguing secret to her, of course she would look for a reasonable explanation first before believing it was indeed something beyond her understanding.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"A rebellion oh now that would be something would it not, quite exciting...although I don't think that would do any of our reputations any good."&nbsp; </em>She chuckled slightly in a polite manner before speaking once more. <em>"I don't think you need worry about displeasing me Major Tyler you seam a prefect Gentleman and unopposed to such ideals, I believe you may perhaps get on well with my father he is quite the fair judge of character too I assure you. Perhaps we will be fortunate enough to have the opportunity to allow my introduction of your father and yourself to him on some occasion soon, I am sure that I can arrange a suitable event for such an occasion."&nbsp; &nbsp;</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 00:01:02</strong>
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				Nathaniel, the cad that he was, kept himself thouroughly distracted by the pretty young maid.&nbsp; She tried every time to dance out of his grasp but he still managed to be his sly self.&nbsp; In fact, it was becoming quite the game.&nbsp; Per chance the pretty thing would require some of his attentions.&nbsp; His lewd thoughts were interrupted by the annoying , yet well placed kick to his shin.&nbsp; He turned toward her instantly angry but his face softened upon looking into her large blue eyes.&nbsp; Eyes that filled him with mirth to see glaring at him.&nbsp; He found it near comical and resumed his laid back manner.<br><br>"Pay attention, brother.&nbsp; You need not miss a thing.&nbsp; I believe you should leave your plaything be before she decides to call you on it," Emily whispered. It wouldn't be the first time she had seen Nathaniel with soup in his lap.&nbsp; Turning to Major Tyler, she put back the picture on the table before him.&nbsp; She had as she always did fallen into the possible colors.&nbsp; Colors that told her many things.&nbsp; Sometimes unexplainable.&nbsp; A wonder what these people would think if she told them she saw death in it.&nbsp; She notice the growing conversation between the Lady Rowena and the Major.<br><br><em>Oh, my!&nbsp; The lady actually wanted to attend the unveiling.</em>&nbsp; It would be awfully innappropriate and yet she felt a bit of jealousy.&nbsp; She too wished to see what it was.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; She turned to the gentleman next to her who asked about some nonsense or other and demurely replied.&nbsp; Still she could not hold it in.&nbsp; "Lady Rowena?&nbsp; Would you not be afeared of what horror you may see.&nbsp; If it a mummy, then it would be the dried and desiccated remains of some long dead prince.&nbsp; What nightmares one might have?"<br><br>"Emily Rose, I'm sure the Lady Rowena hath the fortitude unlike any other woman.&nbsp; Shiver she may, but I see adventure in her eyes,"&nbsp; Nathaniel gave her a smoldering look.&nbsp; The kind that questioned a woman's chastity.&nbsp; Emily gave him a sidelong glance and sighed.&nbsp; A sigh he intentionally ignored.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 08:18:57</strong>
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				Seeing the happiness beginning to put some welcomed colour into her face delighted the Major, he chuckled too and remarked “Well let us hope it does not come to a rebellion and that your request can be granted with the least amount of fuss.”&nbsp; <br><br>When the conversation moved onto her father, Tyler began to consider Rowena’s idea about where to host such an introduction. He paused to a few moments and suggested “On the subject of your father, I do indeed look forward to meeting the man and discussing the first of many excursions. I will consider what sort of occasion could bring us together once again. Perhaps a gathering at one of the many properties that each of our families hold would be of some use for such an event?”<br><br>From time to time Tyler was momentarily distracted by an amusing game that was going on between Nathaniel and a very young maid that was attending to him. It seemed that every time she got to close to him, he would grab her or tease her in some way. Tyler was not sure at this point if she enjoyed it or not, but whether she did or didn’t was not up to her to decide. She was there for service and service she must provide. So he let the game continue and nodded with an amused smile at Nathaniel. As it turned out, Emily picked her brother up on his game before anyone else could ruin it for him. He smiled at them both and remarked to Nathaniel “A fine show good sir. I think the maid may have even enjoyed it a little. However, I would not put my savings on it as I am not a gambling man.” <br><br>Seeing that his picture had been returned, he put it back in his jacket pocket and turned to acknowledge Emily. He smiled to thank her. He would ask her about it when the time was right as other conversation were hard to interrupt. <br><br>He listened intently at Emily’s comments regarding Rowena’s request to observe the unveiling. Then an idea struck him. He waited for Nathaniel to finish, taking particular note of how he looked at Rowena when he spoke to her, <em>he is quite the player</em>, Tyler thought. Lightly amused at this, he directed his thoughts towards Emily. “Perhaps when your brother and I are called to see such a sight, Emily, you should observe it also? If I am to request a viewing for Rowena then why not for you too. As I would not like it for anyone to feel left out.” Feeling the recently returned photograph in his jacket pocket he remarked “And if the time allows we can all discuss the picture that I showed you in more detail. I have many more to show you as I have stated. Now that we have made more friends then perhaps they too would like to join us." Directing his enquiry to the few that were near him. "Would that be something of interest for you all?”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 10:26:14</strong>
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				The dark man’s attention was occasionally drawn to Rowena, though for the most he smouldered at Malsika. Yet this white woman appeared interesting for some reason, his nostrils twitched as he seemed to be taking in the air of the room, he tilted his head then and looked to Lady Charlotte. Behind her the lights flickered and sparked a little and Malsika lost a moment of composure which seemed to amuse the lady no end.<br><br>As the good major seemed to have more than his hands full with the two ladies, and that Nathanial was obviously toying with the pretty little thing, however that pretty little thing seemed to have rather worryingly caught the attention of the dark lady. <br>However as yet it was not her concern. So she continued making intelligent conversation on many matters to those sitting near her.<br><br>Next was the game course which again was exquisite and a most pleasant choice was offered, certainly Lord Winterstone’s staff were of the highest quality to create for such a meal. The meal thus continued to be a success. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 11:10:39</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>Before the game course,<strong> Bethany </strong>whispers to the maid next to her, asking if they could exchange places, but all she get back was soft <em>´shhyysshh´</em> from the older maid. <br><br>She kept her place, keeping her eyes down trying to vanish feelings <strong>Nathaniel</strong> made her feel, both good and bad. As they started to serve the dish, she kept vary of his hands thou.<br><br>All that talk about things and places she havent ever hear´d before made allmost no sense to her and&nbsp; she tried to keep her mind to the service, preying heavenly father silently, for skill and poise to carry it on without more incidents.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 15:30:40</strong>
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				<br>Rowena turned slightly at Emily's question a little surprised but happy to be addressed with the question, the more talk about the subject that Rowena created the more people would question it.&nbsp; Rowena did not quite understand why the double standard was there, many mummy unwrapping parties where attended and witnessed by men and women it was nothing new. Why Rowena could even think of a certain mistress of a royal who had been gifted a mummy by the King himself, it was irony to Rowena that these people would break from the view of the mummy being simply an object of wonder and entertainment and think it wrong for one party to partake in the event.&nbsp; Could it be that they perhaps begun to realize that it was more than a trinket and party piece to be defiled and ransacked like a stocking full with treats on Christmas day.&nbsp; <br><em><br>&nbsp;"Well Emily, I would say that I personally would rather be aware of the horror than ignorant of it.&nbsp; If it can be confronted and understood it need be feared no more, as for its condition I have seen far worse things the Egyptians art of preservation is a miraculous thing I think the sense of horror is misplaced. As for nightmares well they are no more real than dreams,&nbsp; once you understand them they hold no sway over you and may even turn to your advantage. I don't fear the dead my dear I feel I quite understand them well enough and I have no reason to worry, no it is the unknown which troubles me knowing I perhaps may of been able to do something or at least glean some understanding."</em><br><br>Rowena smiled slightly she was glad of the question although she wondered quite what those around her would make if she expressed her true feelings, Rowena was no more afraid to stare at a corpse of any kind than she would be of a rotting apple, it was a shell nothing more Rowena knew that and she had seen things far worse. Rowena smiled and glanced to Nathaniel at his words of encouragement but the smoldering look he gave her was discouraging, there was adventure and lust in Rowena but not of that kind Rowena was more chaste than even her aunt would like. She looked away from Nathaniel fearful of encouraging anything Rowena held strange views on that matter, stranger than most but familiar to the time it was an awkward situation.<br><br>Rowena took a gentle sip of her water gathering herself again thankful that Major Tyler had spoken to her again,&nbsp; she returned her glance to him to answer <em>"I believe that would be suitable Major Tyler, there is always the theater of course." </em>Rowena was not entirely sure to what Major Tyler had been referring too with the maid and so she ignored it and decided not to comment.&nbsp; <em>"It would be of interest to me at least Major Tyler, I believe it is a excellent suggestion after all that is why we where invited here is it not ?"&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 16:20:38</strong>
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				Judging by the response so far and Rowena’s powerful and forthright response as to why she should want to see such a thing as a mummy, he concurred “Then it is as good at settled then. If we are all in agreement I would like to propose that whom ever wishes to see the mummy should see the mummy after all there may be some of the men amongst us that would prefer not too.” He laughed at his suggestion that some of the men present were in too weak a disposition to be exposed to such a thing. <br><br>He looked to Rowena and continued as the subject of their next meeting seemed to be taking more shape. He also found comfort at the way she brushed of Nathaniel’s advances. Tyler had been that man in the past but maturity and several brushes with death had tried to calm him over the years. In many ways it had been successful but in others Tyler felt that he still had a long way to go. Perhaps the love of a good woman would help Tyler with that task. He found his mind had wondered yet again but her smile brought him back as it seemed to do with very little effort. <br><br>He thoughts moved back to her suggestion. Being a fan of the theatre himself, he jumped at the invitation. “The theatre!” He exclaimed. “Yes. Well that would certainly be of interest to me. I wont bore you with the amount of times and the many plays I have seen except to say this I would be honoured if you would take my arm during such an occasion.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 00:59:56</strong>
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				<br>Rowena smiled to herself thinking it most amusing that the evening might be about to take a turn for change because of her wishes, she hopped that things would work out for the best and pushed aside the worries as she delicately worked at the new course before her.&nbsp; She nodded to the Majors comment and when she was not eating answered him <em>"That is a most delightful suggestion Major Tyler, I for one am in firm agreement with you." </em><br><br>Rowena glanced down now and then as she continued to eat peering back up politely at the Major occasionally as they conversed over diner, It had not escaped Rowena's attention that Major seamed quite taken with conversing with her it was not so troubling to her as the smoldering questioning glance of Nathaniel. She widened her smile and stopped her dinning to answer once more as Major Tyler exclaimed upon the subject of theater. <em>"I am glad it would be of interest, the Victoria is a fine theater even if I do say so myself you must all visit sometime even if to simply sample it's tea rooms.&nbsp; Why there is no finer selection of tea's to be found in all of London you know, I have not got around to sampling them all myself as of yet."</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 10:13:28</strong>
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				<strong>Dinner Continues </strong><br><br>The food continued to be a success, as the meat course arrived, again there was a choice of fine fare, which was beautifully tender and cooked to perfect. The vegetables were simply divine. The room was still filled conversation and general chatter. Of course the matters of religion and politics were avoided, after all one should not discuss such topics over dinner. Everything appeared to go as smoothly as one would expect from the rather unusual mix of guest, and there appeared to be no immediate faux pas. <br><br><strong>Malsika</strong> looked to her husband <strong>Robert</strong> then and his attentions were drawn again to the rather lovely <strong>Bethany</strong> and he just nodded. One might almost imagine there was something predatory in there eyes. The dark man covered a slight growl with a cough. As it was it seemed no one really noticed.<br><br>The meat was followed then by dessert, a choice if either gooseberry fool or a chocolate soufflé again both had been created to perfection. Finally the last course of savouries was offered and rather delightful serving of Angels on Horseback. <br><br>Once the lemon scented fingers bowls were brought out, it was time then for the ladies to retire to the drawing room, while the gentlemen waited a short time and then made their way to the Library for Port and Cigars.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 17:34:23</strong>
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				Happy to partake in such an occasion, Tyler remarked “Oh yes tea, I am as much an expert of teas as I am gardens. It would be of great interest to me to be invited to such an occasion.” <br><br>As the final course was brought out and subsequently consumed it became time for Tyler and Rowena to part company for a little while. “It seems the evening has caught up with us. For it is now time for me to go with the men for port and cigars.” Not forgetting her request, he reassuringly suggested “I will of course bring up the conversation of you and whoever wishes to see the mummy, to the others within the library. Please feel free to ‘rally the troops’ in the drawing room, also, as we may need all the help we can get to convince the others of such a request.” He smiled as he began to stand. When he got close enough he took Rowena’s hand in an attempt to kiss it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 22:18:44</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br><br>She kept serving what was needed, but as she was keeping an eye out for <strong>Nathaniel</strong>, she did not notice the odd looks from egyptian woman or her husband.<br><br>When the time to depart was at hand, she returned to her place, waitting where she would be needed. To be ordered to serve in the library, made her bit unease, as it would put her closer to <strong>Nathaniel</strong>.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 23:12:57</strong>
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				<br><strong>Last words at the diner table </strong><br><br>Rowena finished her selected desert she had chosen the second option and seamed to enjoy it immensely as it was the only course which she had not simply picked at, she seamed to have become distracted again however and lost in her thoughts. Rowena did well at hiding her worry but she could not help the distraction she nodded to the Major and forced a dwindling smile for his benefit, she was quite intrigued by the man and his willingness to converse with her on&nbsp; such subjects.&nbsp; <em>"It would appear that it has a shame indeed would that we had more time to talk,&nbsp; but later perhaps enjoy yourself Major Tyler and I thank you for your request on my behalf in advance." </em><br><br>Rowena was slightly startled by the kiss of her hand she shyly turned away for a moment before glancing back to the Major with reaffirmed confidence and seriousness.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Thank you once again Major Tyler, you are most gracious I shall think fondly on our topic of conversation while I sup tea and mingle with my own." </em><br><br>As Rowena gathered herself and prepared to retire to the drawing room with aunt she considered the sense that had almost overwhelmed her earlier and the newer revelations that rushed upon her,&nbsp; It was time to confront them and discover what she could she glanced around for the nearest maid.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finding it was <strong>Bethany</strong> she approached her to speak her request.<em> "I asked that a pot of tea be provided for me earlier, would you be so kind as to remind and see that it arrives in the drawing room shortly." </em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 07:12:15</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>She curtseys to <strong>Rowena</strong> when she adresses her and with silent whisper she answered <em><strong>´Yes Miss´</strong></em> She waited her to get on her business, before leaving to kitchen and retrieve the tea pot, hoping it was ready.<br><br>On her way down, she was glad, that she got to serve the women, no cigar smoke and foul whiskey breaths.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 14:52:53</strong>
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				<strong><br>Rowena departs for the drawing room</strong><br><br>Rowena listened to <strong>Bethany's</strong> response before giving a polite gesture of dismissal <em>"Thank you"</em>,&nbsp; Rowena turned and headed off rejoining her aunt as they made there way to the drawing room.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>In the drawing room</strong><br><br>Rowena settled into the drawing room finding herself a comfy chair and tea table in a corner of the room, she waited patiently for the tea deep in thought and distracted from everyone in the room.&nbsp; Her aunt sat across from her and scowled over her earlier encounter brewing her emotions and keeping them in check, they could wait and be better directed when with lesser company. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 08:49:23</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler and the carpet of the hall</strong><br><br>As Tyler left the dining room he found that he was following Rowena across the hallway. His eyes followed her as she glided over the carpet, with grace and eloquence, towards the drawing room at which point he turned towards the library. He was unhappy about leaving her alone or was it that he did not want to be without her. <br><br><strong>Tyler and the books of the library</strong><br><br>Once in the library, which was superior in every way to his, he found the largest of the leather chairs and made himself comfortable. Glasses of port had already been poured, so he took one and lit one of his cigars. While he waited for the others to arrive, he took the room in. Its fine upholstered leather chairs where not too comfortable but comfortable enough to while away a few hours of reading, drinking and smoking. After all it was not wise to fall asleep in such a place when the beds here were probably more than comfortable for such a task. It also appeared that the room oozed intellectual stimulation. The books here were of the finest quality. Most were leather bound and ordered in such a way as to ensure that which ever book you wanted it was more than easy to find. So there he sat looking out of the window at the ever approaching night breathing the atmosphere of the room, <em>quite lovely</em>, he taught as he took a long drag of his cigar. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 10:47:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong> The Library </strong><br><br>The Library was a wonderful place it certainly had a most masculine scent, one of leather and linseed as well as cigar smoke and alcohol, this was a refuge for the man of the house and that much was obvious. The cigars offered were of the best quality, and the port was near perfect.&nbsp; Of course now the conversations turned a little, after all the ladies were now in the drawing room and they would not be offended.<br><br>The dark man remained silent but watched carefully, one could almost be sure he was trying to take in the scents in the air and that his ears twitched occasionally. However he was certainly not as interesting as the stories that Lord William Winterstone began telling. It appeared that some of their finds were well rather erotic; obviously he would show them here so as not to offend the ladies. Rupert was certainly interested in the art work and statues. Once not with Charlotte, Major Harrington was offered a most beguiling smile.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 10:48:39</strong>
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				<strong> The Drawing Room</strong><br><br><br>The drawing room now had some more feminine traits to it, flowers had been placed as had a little lace in it was delightful. Now it was time for the ladies to discuss matters that the gentlemen should not hear about. After all they were rather sensitive about certain matters.<br><br>Apparently Lady Clarabelle Wilde was becoming thick about the waist, even though her husband had been overseas for some time…and after all she had been seen walking out with a rather younger gentleman of no breeding. Malsika remained quiet and polite, though it appeared that Lady Charlotte made her nervous, also she seemed not to be comfortable in the presence of Rowena, though that may perhaps be because after all she was foreign.<br><br>Pieces of the find, of a more feminine nature had been left on display, and the majority of the women were very excited about the jewellery, suggesting that Lord&nbsp; Williams wife was indeed so lucky and they hoped she would be well soon…though apparently she had always been a little frail. It was suggested there was something of a weak mind and constitution within the family.<br><br>Tea, cordial and small treats were offered to all of the ladies. Frankly Charlotte would have preferred cigars and a decent malt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 11:44:25</strong>
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				<strong>the Drawing Room<br>-Bethany-</strong><br><br>After retrieving the asked tea, she entered the drawing room and placed the pot on its prober place. Standing behind it, waitting to serve, if any of the ladies would want it. She allso brought sweets and lemon crackers for those that find them of their liking.<br><br>She noticed the jewelry, but did not ogle at them, thou they seemed fine in her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 18:00:39</strong>
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				<strong><br>In the Drawing Room</strong><br><br>Rowena sat patiently awaiting the arrival of the tea her senses preoccupied with thoughts and feelings, she was slightly startled when it dawned upon her that it had arrived before her.&nbsp; She smiled apologetically at <strong>Bethany</strong> and directed to the table but waved her away before she could pour any tea from the pot.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Thank you, leave it I prefer to serve my own tea from the pot." </em><br><br>Rowena reached for the pot with one hand and steadied to pot with her other as it trembled slightly in her grasp, she picked the pot up gently and poured herself a cup from the spout.&nbsp; Rowena ignored the accompaniments that came with the tea for this was a different ritual of tea than the usual, Rowena wanted not to muddy the waters with other ingredients&nbsp; to be sure of her reading. With slender delicate fingers she raised the cup to her lips and took in the teas scent blowing softly to cool its liquid before taking a first sip.&nbsp; The flavor was not to her usual liking but it was not unpleasant and it would have to be mostly drunk to perform her reading of the cup, and so Rowena drunk from her cup often and swiftly with some amount of scolding from her aunt.&nbsp; <br><br>Rowena drained the cups contents until little more than a spoonful of tea remained at which point she shifted the cup in her hand, taking it in her left hand by the handle she turned it rapidly swirling the contents a measured and practiced three times from left to right.&nbsp; Her concentration focused on the act she willed the dregs of tea to form for her a meaningful pattern and invoke for her an answer to her curiosity, carefully she turned the cup over onto the saucer she held steady with her right hand and placed it upon the table. <br><br>A few minutes passed before Rowena took up her cup once more turning it over in her left hand and peering into its depths, her hand trembled slightly and her eyes focused upon the patterns she witnessed. She shuddered and felt chill at the thoughts and swiftly placed the cup back turned down upon the saucer as if its contents might offend or startle her.&nbsp; Rowena glanced about the room nervously and wondered what to do with herself, she could deny and push aside her feelings and the signs no longer there was to much to it to be coincidence.&nbsp; She was now sure that doom approached swiftly this night that the evening would end in loss and despair, Major Tyler's earlier words echoed in her head at that point of saving lives and she felt a twinge of guilt at keeping such things to herself. But what good would warnings do nobody would listen it would only arise suspicion and questions, no the secrets must be kept the evening maintained the waiting game must be played.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 11:07:23</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler and the cock’s of the library</strong><br><br>Tyler was for the most part getting slowly drunk on the port but he could not help but notice the dark man once again in his proximity. He glanced at the man on occasion until finally within his periphery he noticed the man was taking his leave. <br><br>The smile from the man who accompanied Lady Charlotte distracted him enough for a formal introduction. Tyler was reminded that he went by the name of Rupert and from the smile at least Tyler know there was something a little bohemian about him. He spent the next few minutes commenting to Rupert about the size of the statues appendages and suggesting that the sculptor was clearly compensating for something as the cocks were considerable large in relation the rest of the statue. Until finally the thoughts of the dark man’s disappearance could not be kept back any longer. The more he considered why he left the more uncomfortable Tyler began to feel. Even rubbing the cocks of the statues did not relieve his concerns. This was most odd. <em>Where was he going that was so important as to leave the room whilst Lord Winterstone was regaling the occupants with such a verity of adventures?</em> Tyler thought. At that he requested that he should take his leave for a moment as his bladder was becoming quite full. He then began headed towards the door as casually as he could.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 12:48:10</strong>
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				<strong> The room with the gentlemen</strong><br><br>The masculine gathering continued, it was certainly ‘interesting’ and not all of it was gentlemanly in fact after an amount of the alcohol had been flowing it did indeed become a little lewd, though that was nothing unusual at a gathering such as this. After all the ladies were no longer here and they were all men of the world thus such things could be in the conversation. <br><br><br>Rupert watched the way that the major handled the appendages and found it most arousing, perhaps he might have to relive his bladder too.<br><br>That was when it happened, without any warning everything went dark, not just dark it went black, a sickening chocking blackness that seemed to fill the lungs. Major Harrington found himself upon the floor beneath Rupert.<br><br>At some point there were noises from up stairs, there was a scream, a female scream and then something that could only be a howl, a howl of pain from something larger than a dog, very much larger. Then followed the shattering of windows.<br><br>Still the vile darkness remained; somewhere in there ….somewhere in that room so filled with the shadows, there were the last chocking throws of death... somone was dead...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 12:49:59</strong>
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				<strong>Ladies Room </strong><br><br>The ladies chatted and the gossip continued, as one would expect, the lovely jewellery was admired, and may of the women wondered if it was for the men or the women. All the time Malsika remained quiet and smiled politely, she was after all delightful even if she was a darkie. Charlotte watched her carefully… Rowena was aware that something was there that something was about to happen….it did.<br><br>Darkness, a sickening darkness that killed the fires and the lamps fell upon the room, it was black. Within this muffled blackness the ladies could hear the scream and the howl, or at least what sounded like one. Of course there was more than panic here…this was a terrifying experience.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 08:33:51</strong>
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				<strong>Major Harrington in the library with the lead piping</strong><br><br>He was only halfway across the room when it all went dark. It made him lose his orientation, as he tripped on the rug and found himself on the floor. Seconds later he was under attack, as someone was on top of him. <em>Oh may goodness, Rupert is trying to kill me</em>, Tyler thought. He felt something hard around Rupert’s hip area. <em>Oh my, he must have a gun</em>, thought Tyler <em>and what was that wet sensation on his neck?</em> Was he trying to lick him? He acted fast and grabbed him by the arms and tossed him to the side. He heard Rupert moan as he crashed into the table to his right. At that, Tyler gathered himself and got up. He stumbled over a large object on the floor, that he was sure was not there before things went dark, and headed once again in the direction of where he recalled the door to the hallway to be before things went black. He fumbled for the door and found himself in the hall once again. <em>Now to the drawing room to save the ladies</em>, Tyler thought. Using the walls to guide him, he found what he thought to be the drawing room door. He flung it open and bellowed “Rowena, are you safe?” He waited for her sweet voice to break the darkness but there was no response. The smell of the room confused him a little but he stood his ground and why could he feel so many coats and hats all around him. Then it dawned on him, he had opened the wrong door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 08:56:37</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>As she was serving the tea to the ladies when it got black, first she did not even realice is but as it crept in her mind, she screamed and knelt behind the tea table she was in. The teapot was left where she put it. The black smoke got into her lungs, making her cough. The howl made the turn toward the sound, her hand hitting the tea table, making the pot fall over and hit the floor, letting out an crystaline shattering noise, as the porchelin pot shatters into thousands of tiny shrapnels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 03:55:45</strong>
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				<strong>Elsewhere in the house</strong><br><br>Barnabas face twitched nervously at the surrounding darkness and his attention was awoke by the screams and shouts, he stood and felt his way swiftly to the door thankfully in his line of work he was always memorizing the exits so there was little stumbling. He felt his way against the wall to the door frame little worry or care in his actions to if anything got knocked over now, his gloved hand frantically searched for the door handle and twisted it vigorously he opened the way and stepped through. Barnabas thought little of the darkness and what it might be and the horror he felt he turned to anger, few things would startle Barnabas but the strangeness of it all did unsettle and make him act rashly.&nbsp; Her heard someone call his ward and mistress name and the thought that something may of happened to her truly did cause a twinge of dread, he felt his way along the corridors listening and feeling for the presence of his mistress and the room where she should be. When he found the door amidst all the dread and confusion Barnabas seamed to forget and struggle with how to even open it, his gloved fists pounded and banged upon the panels cracking and splintering the wood slightly.<br><br><strong>Rowena and the darkened drawing room</strong><br><br>Rowena muffled a gasp and sighed as much fear as she suddenly felt she was overwhelmed with the sudden guilt, a weight of sorts being lifted from her mind and a newer more curious one taking it's place. Rowena had expected this she knew this was the feeling she had felt from the moment she stepped into the place and at last it was revealed, but this darkness was a frightful thing and it made Rowena tremble so she held back any screams however for she knew they served no purpose. She stood up swiftly knocking back her chair and making the table shudder the tea tray which rested there tumbling to the floor.&nbsp; Rowena needed to find some comfort in order to calm her own fears and she knew only one way to do that, and with the darkness it would be hard. <em> "Is..everyone OK..aunt ?..ladies ? who is there...gather to my voice we are stronger safer together, whatever foulness has descended upon this house we will fare better together." </em><br><br>Rowena jumped slightly at the distant sounds and what sounded eerily like someone calling her name and moments latter there came the dreadful pounding in the dark at the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 16:17:31</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler escapes from the coats just in the nick of time</strong><br><br>Once he had gathered himself and managed to untangle himself from the coats, he turned about and headed out of the cloakroom. Once back in the hall, he knew that he was not alone.&nbsp; He could hear someone pounding on one of the doors nearby. He walked slowly towards the noise and as he got closer he began to recognise the person doing the pounding. Could this be Barnabas. He had to know. “Wait Barnabas” he bellowed, “What are you doing?”&nbsp; He waited for a response as if this was not he, Tyler would need to find a place to hide and quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 16:42:18</strong>
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				Nathaniel parted ways with Emily Rose reluctantly.&nbsp; He was most jealous over what the ladies might speak of and he was even more disappointed that the pretty maid would be serving the women.&nbsp; He sighed as he chomped on his cigar in irritation not bothering to have lit it.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed at the Major who seemed to have charmed the ladies overmuch but it was not his concern.&nbsp; The lovely Rowena was certainly that and he was sure would be even lovelier if he held her down and watched her.......well, now that was for his own meanderings later.&nbsp; Some things don't come true but he grinned to himself at the thought.<br><br>As he sipped his scotch by the mantle, the male chatter to innocuous to hold his attention, he slipped from the library in search of something more entertaining.&nbsp; He moved down the hallway to find the room that held the mummy.&nbsp; Surely it was this way.&nbsp; Then the darkness rolled in and he grimaced at the cloying feel of it.&nbsp; As if it surrounded him and seeked to take of his innermost secrets.&nbsp; If it were not dark one would see the paleness of his skin and the cold sweat upon his brow.<br><br>Fists clench, he held up his hands in the dark, the sensation that eyes were on him, the scream sharpening his senses.&nbsp; Was that Emily?&nbsp; No, it had come from upstairs.&nbsp; Though weaponless, the stairs had been a mere few feet from him and his curiosity overrode any fear.&nbsp; Whatever was going on, he gathered his courage and made his way to the stairs step by careful step.&nbsp; As he moved upward, the darkness seemed to thicken.&nbsp; This was insane!&nbsp; He should be running the other direction but if there was a maiden in distress he had to have made an effort.&nbsp; Chivalry was a Windham trait regardless of his scandalous behavior.<br><br>He reached the landing but when he looked in either direction he felt cold inside.&nbsp; Too cold really.&nbsp; He looked back downstairs in the darkness and wondered at his sister.&nbsp; She had to be safe among the women.&nbsp; He felt for the wall and moved with it, ears cocked for sounds.<br><br>____________________<br><br>Emily had sat pleasantly listening to the chatter.&nbsp; She barely wore any jewels, much of it having been sold but it was still nice to be among women.&nbsp; She did peer curiously at the dark woman who spoke nothing.&nbsp; Despite that she had a feeling that the woman should not be here, she still looked as if a friend was needed.&nbsp; She was just about to speak to her when there was a moment of disorientation, when the feeling that something evil was coming.&nbsp; She gasped a half heart beat before the darkness descended upon them all and she clutched at the arms of her chair, too afraid to move.<br><br>"Nathaniel," she whispered.&nbsp; A scream so horrible pierced the night and she thought her heart stopped.&nbsp; She wanted to faint but forced herself to stay alert.&nbsp; She was overcome by a sudden wash of fear, not for herself but for her brother.&nbsp; Danger!&nbsp; She looked to the door and stood up, her skirts tangling around her.&nbsp; Never having been more scared in her life, she moved toward the door, something in that inky blackness calling to her.&nbsp; She had to find Nathaniel.&nbsp; Tripping over table legs and bumping painfully into furniture, her tread toward the door became more frantic.<br><br>She was startled when there came such a banging but from the opposite side of the room.&nbsp; Had she gone to the wrong door?&nbsp; There had been another.&nbsp; It was strange, she was sure she had gone the right way.&nbsp; She felt the cold brass under her fingertips.&nbsp; Was this the right way?&nbsp; if it was, then why did her heart beat so rapidly in her chest.&nbsp; She didn't like this and she didn't want to be without her brother.&nbsp; This was awful.&nbsp; Something bad was happening and the tears began to track her face as she opened the door and slipped into the darkness of another room that seemed to swallow her in one malicious bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 16:54:31</strong>
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				<strong><br>Barnabas and Tyler the dark and the door</strong><br><br>Barnabas stopped his banging at the door and turned to glance in the direction of the voice, someone addressed him he straightened himself and tugged at his jacket before wringing his fingers the leather of his gloves straining slightly. Barnabas could not make out anyone due to the darkness so he was not sure who it was that called upon him, one of the guests he expected Major Tyler perhaps from the sound of it.&nbsp; Barnabas was then faced with an uncomfortable decision to speak or not to speak, in the end after a moment of silence he spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>Barnabas voice was a guttural damaged thing and in the darkness it did nothing for his character but make him sound all the more dreadful, it was rough and tormented by burdens unknown it was a voice one would find hard to forget once heard. "Trying to reach my Mistress Major, do you intend to assist or halt me sir ?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:08:23</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler assists Barnabas with opening the door</strong><br><br>The man, as Tyler thought, claimed to be none other than Barnabas “Assist of course. Now let us beat this door down as if our life depended on it.” At that he moved forward to where Barnabas was standing and felt for the door and with an instructional 1, 2, 3 he shoved his shoulder into the door with all his might. It did not even cross his mind that the door may or may not be locked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:41:03</strong>
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				“Oh bugger…” Lady Charlotte swore, other most unladylike words fell from her mouth. More it seemed at herself than the situation why had she not realised more….why had she not realised. The City was going to become as unpleasant as this house if matters were not dealt with. Though already things might have gone too far…<br><br>There was that banging on the door…<br><br>This only caused more of the female guests to scream out, but at least Rowena kept her head, for most of the female guests did not. Poor Emily found herself very nearly ‘attacked’ by some rather lovely artefacts that had been placed in a most delightful cabinet. <br><br>The light returned right at the moment that both men broke through the door, they were faced with a rather disrupted drawing room, and a somewhat annoyed Lady Charlotte…she lowered her hand, a hand that seemed to have some reflection of the fires that returned to the lamps.<br><br><br>Suddenly there was a shout from the Library…. “Someone call the Yard, my brother William has been stabbed….”<br><br><br>In the distance a 'dog' howled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:48:18</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>As she was screaming behind the small serving table, she hear'd someone to call everyone gather around her. She started to crawl on her hands and knees toward the sound, hoping not to pump into anything or anyone in the dark. Following that someones order did give her the needed ´train of thought´ so she forgot to scream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 18:06:01</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler in the drawing room</strong><br><br>After many a pounding by himself and Barnabas, Tyler felt the door give way as the lights came back on. He stood there for a moment, whilst his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light intensity, until he could make out Rowena. Once adjusted, he walked over the door, which had collapsed on the floor, and into the room. He could not help but notice that the door was in fact very much unlocked. If only he had turned the knob, then perhaps he would have been in here much sooner.&nbsp; It did not take him more than a few seconds, once he had navigated his way around the bits and pieces that were all over the floor, to get to Rowena’s side. Before he had chance to speak or even smile at her, however, he heard yelling from the library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 18:25:00</strong>
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				<strong><br>Rowena in the drawing room</strong><br><br>Rowena gasped slightly as the light returned to the room and she took in the mess and bedlam that seamed to have ensued in the darkness, she glanced to her aunt who she found cowering behind a curtain with her chair clutched against her.&nbsp; She looked away knowing attempting to help her would only cause further awkwardness nobody seamed injured at least this was merely panic it seamed, she shook her head at the sight of the shattered door and sighed as she found Major Tyler and Barnabas in its wake.&nbsp; At least they where OK she forced a slight smile as Major Tyler approached her and gave Barnabas a wary glance, he moved of to one side and made himself busy dusting of the splinters of wood.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Major Tyler, whatever where you and Barnabas thinking why we thought whatever it was may come for us next. Still I am glad to see that neither of you are harmed, what has happened, did the gas go out what was the cause of that awful darkness ?" </em><br><br>Rowena shuddered at the implication that someone had been stabbed and she glanced to Major Tyler. <em>"Oh my goodness, is he ok ? Did you see it Major Tyler ?" </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 17:16:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler tries to charm the situation in the drawing room</strong><br><br>As quiet as a whisper for only Rowena to hear, he said in an attempt to charm the air “When the lights went out, my first thoughts were for your safety.” Not knowing what had just happened, he tried to soothe her still further “I am sure it was the gas, why else would such a thing happen, I wonder.” His mind then went to the incident in the library “As for the stabbing, I did not know that such an incident had occurred until I, like yourself and the others, heard the yelling. I have to point out, however, that I believe that during the blackout I was attacked by Rupert and believe you and me I will be having a stern word with him if he can still be found in the library. Now that I know that you are safe, perhaps we should head to the library to see what all the commotion is about.” At that, he gestured for her to take his hand as if she were to follow him, he would like to minimise any further incident if she were to fall or trip on the many fragments to be found all over the floor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 14:04:18</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena in the drawing room </strong><br><br>Rowena glanced down slightly at the Majors words she might of blushed had the situation not been so ghastly or company present. <em>"Thank you Major Tyler your thoughts are very touching."</em>&nbsp; She glanced back up to him listening to him carefully intrigued by the mystery of it all however ghastly it might be.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Quite Major Tyler, whatever else could it be. Rupert..Oh my he tried to stab you Major ? I would not of thought him the kind of man capable of such." </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Rowena gently took his hand and smiled a little <em>"Yes I believe it would be best, I suspect the inspector will want to speak with us all."</em> Rowena followed the Major's lead eager to discover what had actually occurred and curious as to if Rupert was the true source of the murders, that did not quite seam right to her she could not believe he could be responsible for all this trouble and despair.&nbsp; Rowena gently stepped over and to the side of the fragments of the door and sighed once more giving Barnabas a slightly disappointed,&nbsp; look.&nbsp; <em>"You best stay here Barnabas watch over aunt won't you, I am sure she could use the company." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 14:13:19</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>As the lights went back on, and she was crawling all four on the floor, toward <strong>Rowenas </strong>voice, she froze for an monet, blushed a bit and started to gather the pieces from the teapot she broke. Deep within her, she hoped that they would not take it on her hide, as they had done in the nunnery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 10:38:43</strong>
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				<strong> the Drawing room</strong><br>Poor Mrs Carter Brown had fainted clean away within the darkness, and as soon as the lights returned some of the other women rushed to her aid with smelling salts and a brandy. After all she had, had quite a shock, some of the ladies, both maids and guests were in rather a state of upset. <br><br>The sight of the masked man was most disturbing to a few of the ladies, although he had been there all the time at dinner they like most ladies ignored him, considering he must have been staff. As it was the entrance of Major Harrington caused quite a different reaction…he was nothing more than a hero. The fact that Rowena had been rather sensible was all forgotten, there was a knight in shining armour now. <br><br>Malsika remained quiet and almost seemed bring no attention to herself, at least for the moment. Lady Charlotte frowned a little this situation had got messy but on the other hand she should not get too involved, she only hoped that at least one of the inspectors would be ‘Dunant’. He was one she trusted would find the truth.<br><br><br><strong>The library</strong><br>There was a shout again from the Library as Robert cried out again, “My brother is dead….dead….” He bowed his head as one of the gentlemen offered a brandy. There was quiet discussion again as what looked like a ceremonial dagger remained in his heart. It was also noted that the dark man was no longer there. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 12:50:18</strong>
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				<strong>Cadavar and Lady Rowena move to the library</strong><br><br>Helping her over the mess in the drawing room was easy. He ended up just holding her hand for moral support, as he could see that she was negotiating the room with considerable ease. <br><br>As they entered the hallway, he heard Robert shouting from the library and as he turned the corner he saw, the man’s brother on the floor not moving with a ceremonial dagger deep within his chest. He turned to block Rowena’s sight of what he saw. She may have caught a glimpse, before he took action, but he wanted to make sure that she was going to be alright at the sight of a dead man. “Are you sure you want to see this, it is not a pretty site.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 13:53:39</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena in the library the mystery of the dagger</strong><br><br>Rowena was not accustomed to encountering the recently deceased in such fashion but she kept her mettle in check, her free hand raised to cover her mouth just encase she gasped lightly and was speechless for a moment.&nbsp; But Rowena found her attention drawn to that dagger it had some significance she knew not why, but she felt it wad old and not unique and somewhere there was another like it.&nbsp; Had she seen it before Rowena could not recall, why was it that it seamed familiar to her and that she was sure it had a twin.&nbsp; It had to be something reasonable of course she thought, perhaps Rowena had seen it before at a previous exhibition maybe they where prizes claimed by the brothers.&nbsp; Oh but if that where true Rowena considered the implications upon the now remaining brother, was this a simple case of sibling rivalry but no those feelings they hinted at something far more dark and foul.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><em><br>"Thank you Major, I am sure ill be fine none the less I am not planning to study or gawp at the poor man's misfortune. Perhaps it would be best to cover the body with something no ? "&nbsp; </em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 14:26:51</strong>
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				<strong>In the library, Tyler covers up William</strong><br><br>He moved aside on her request and nodded at her suggestion of covering the body. “I’ll be right back” he informed. He went to the cloak room and removed a rather old and worn out blanket from the shelf. He gave it a shake and brought it back into the library. “There” he said as he placed it over William body “Now he is dignified.” <br><br>As he walked back to Rowena’s side it dawned on him that it was probably William’s body that he had tripped over on his way out of the room when it all went dark. He kept that little revelation to himself for now as that sort of information would serve little to no purpose here.&nbsp; <br><br>Once back next to her, he scanned the room quickly for a certain Mister Rupert Bartling. It took him but seconds to find him still in the corner where he had tossed him. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 23:57:26</strong>
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				Emily squealed as something seemed to grab at her.&nbsp; She batted away the soft feel and realized she was in a closet.&nbsp; How awful and embarrassing.&nbsp; In a way, she was still afraid.&nbsp; She didn't want to go out there even when a crack of light appeared.&nbsp; Whatever darkness had slipped within this house and caused it's chaos had given the illusion of leaving but she still felt like she could feel it.&nbsp; Perhaps it was fear, perhaps not.&nbsp; Whatever the case, she was upset and tears streaked her face.&nbsp; She slid down the back of the armoire and hugged her knees to her chest.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited, her heart thrumming quickly for Nathaniel.&nbsp; Where was he?&nbsp; Why had he not come to look for her.&nbsp; She started to pout and being a young she stayed where she was.&nbsp; That didn't mean she wasn't watching from where she was.&nbsp; Her place gave her a view of the maid cleaning and the dark woman with her servant.&nbsp; She wondered about that.&nbsp; How exotic, she thought.<br><br>She watched as the Major and the Lady Rowena leave together and wondered at Lady Charlotte's state.&nbsp; Her sigh was heavy.&nbsp; <em>Nathaniel, where are you?<em></em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 04:04:30</strong>
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				<strong>~&nbsp; Kyan Dryden in the Library</strong><br>Kyan had stood off to the side sipping on his malt while the other men talked and got a bit obscene with the statues. He didn’t smoke cigars and waved away an offered one. He was brooding and knew it. Just a few scant days before this event, he’d failed Brie. Out on an errand he’d found an opium den, and try as he might, he couldn’t resist the siren call. He’d just returned home the day before yesterday, drunk on the opium in his system. It was the first time Brie had learned of his addiction. He was ashamed for her to find out about it, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. She’d nursed him to somewhat sobriety to be able to attend this function he didn’t really want to be at. But he couldn’t let her come unescorted.<br><br>Then the lights go out and all hell breaks loose. The howling is disturbing, and the scream makes his blood run cold and his first thought is Brie. Stumbling along until he locates a wall, he tries to orient himself and head for the door. He must get to Brie and make sure she is alright. Just as he’s about to scream himself in frustration, the lights come back on. He quickly reorients himself and heads for the door that he’d been nowhere near. The yelling in the library doesn’t even penetrate the overwhelming urge to make sure his cousin was safe. Just as he reaches the door he runs into her coming in, nearly knocking her small frame over. He is quick to wrap an arm around her and steady her. He asks her, “Are you alright?”<br><br><strong>~ Brie Hatteclyff in the Drawing Room going to the Library</strong><br>The darkness had been terrifying, the screams, shouts, banging’s, and that weird howling. Brie had sat immobile through it all, too scared to move, afraid not only would something grab her, but even worse, that she’d stumble over something or someone in the dark and the oppressing presence would grab her. <br><br>When the lights came on she saw Lady Rowena’s masked servant and Major Tyler amidst a busted down door. She briefly thought that that was going to cost a pretty penny to replace, then forgot it as she jumped slightly at the shouting from the library. She watched as Major Tyler moved to the Lady Rowena. She sat quietly watching all, as they talked and then left, the maid trying to clean up the broken tea pot, ladies trying to revive Mrs. Brown. She also noted that young Emily was missing. It didn’t take her long to spot the open armoire and figure out where Emily had got off too. <br><br>She again heard a cry from the library about a brother being dead. The library. Her thoughts turned to Kyan and she wondered if he was well. Suddenly she rose from her chair and briskly walked out of the drawing room, careful to avoid the shattered door. She had to check on her cousin, and in order to do that she must venture to the library. She wasn’t overly thrilled with wandering the halls alone, but it was only a few short steps to the room she wanted.<br><br>Upon entering the library, she is nearly bowled over by the very man she came looking for. As he helps to steady her from taking a tumble, she asks, “Are you ok?” at the same time he asks after her well-being. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 13:49:05</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler's mind goes a wandering in the Library</strong><br><br>“There he is, Rowena” as he pointed in the direction of the Rupert. “The man who tried to kill me.” It then dawned on him that others were missing from the room. He looked around to see if he could find Nathaniel, perhaps he was in on it too. He could not trust the man and the more he considered on where he might be, the more his suspicious mind believed him to be involved. Why else would he leave the library? Tyler had his reasons of course, concern for the good Lady Rowena, was reason enough. But Nathaniel had left before the incident, hadn’t he? <br><br>He then imaged the drawing room. Who was missing in there? Oh no, he thought as he did not recall Emily being in there either. Where was she? Was she taken, dead or involved? He mind was coming quite excitable with all these ideas bouncing around his head. He needed to calm down before he started to accuse others of the crime. He then took a deep breathe and turned to face Rowena “Tell me, Rowena, did you see Emily in the room when the lights came back on or indeed before they went out?” He tried not to show concern, but he could feel the tension in his face.<br><br>While he waited, his thoughts moved on to Lady Charlotte. What did she find so amusing during the dinner and what was she doing when the lights came back on. He was sure she seemed annoyed by something when he stormed into the room and he could swear that her hands seemed to glow too. He quickly dismissed this last observation as it was most likely a reflection. A trick of the light, so to speak, as his eyes must have been still playing tricks on him as they were still getting used to the sudden change in light intensity. He shook his head as if to relieve himself of these images. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:46:25</strong>
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				Rupert was horrified at the accusation he was certainly not likely to kill a man he found so attractive. Perhaps his idea of the military might have been wrong, but there had been many a man in uniform that had fallen to his charms before now. “Sir I….I think you are mistaken on that matter….I….must object at such thoughts…I would never…” Still it would be easier to explain murder than his sexual preferences.<br><br>Before it went any further Robert spoke he had been silent for some time, likely still trying to get a hols of him self and gather some decorum, after all he had very suddenly and rather bloodily become the new Lord. “Please gentlemen ….and ladies, can we all calm a little.” His voice seemed weaker without his darkskinned wife.<br><br>“We have already called the Yard and perhaps it might be an idea for us all to gather in one room. The drawing room perhaps... I shall have refreshments brought for those that wish them.” He swallowed hard and seemed extremely nervous. “Havers can you show everyone through please….and have Mrs Burford arrange something for our guests.”<br><br>Nathanial was not there and neither was the dark man though already many had already put the noose about the darkies neck, after all one could never trust that kind. Mister Carter Brown was already suggesting that the dagger was a ceremonial Egyptian piece, most likely used by priests. <br><br>Once the majority of the guests were gathered in the drawing room and waiting for the Yard, condolences were made to Robert and certainly people were still shaken from the event. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 00:58:42</strong>
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				<strong>~ Kyan Dryden: taking Brie from the Library to the Drawing Room as suggested.</strong><br>Kyan nodded at Robert’s reasonable and wise suggestion. Brie didn’t need to be seeing a dead body anyway, covered up or not. “Come, Brie, let us do as Mister Winterstone suggests.” He keeps one arm around her waist and starts shepparding her towards the Drawing Room. Once he has her there, he settles her in a chair and then proceeds to hover around her. He wasn’t about to let her out of his sight again in this strange and creepy house. And if the lights went out again, at least this time he’d be close.<br><br><strong>~ Brie Hatteclyff: being herded from Library to Drawing Room.</strong><br>While she agreed to Master Winterstone’s suggestion, she took affront to her cousin trying to herd her like some lost sheep back to the Drawing Room. She stifled it though, because in truth she was glad for his closeness in the bizarre house, she just wished he wasn’t so visible about it. His hovering though was too much, and she finally snapped at him. “Kyan, for God’s sakes, would you find a chair and sit?!”She hated snapping at him, but she was on edge form the strange happenings.<br><br><strong>~Kyan Dryden: being reprimanded.</strong><br>Kyan gave Brie a sheepish look and found a chair and scooted it close to her chair to sit next to her. He was damned if he would be far from her right now. He settled in and watched the condolences and other activities going on in the room. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 05:43:59</strong>
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				<strong>Bethany in the Drawing room</strong><br><br>She was still collecting the fragments of the broken teapot and cleaning the stein on the floor, when people started to get back into the room, witch made her put more effort on the cleaning. As she finished, she curtseyed to <strong>Kyan Dryden</strong> and his comppanion <strong>Brie Hatteclyff</strong>, before moving behind the teatable. <br><strong>"Sir, Madam, would you like to have some tea biscuits or crackers? Or tea?"</strong> her voice betrayed her state of dismay from the earlier episode.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 06:02:31</strong>
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				<strong>~ Brie Hatteclyff &amp; Kyan Dryden: speaking to Bethany</strong><br>Brie gave the poor serving girl a smile. “Some tea would be lovely, dear, and maybe some biscuits. Thank you.” Her temper was due to her cousin, and she never saw the point in taking it out on others if the target was already available. Kyan glanced at the serving girl briefly, then away. He suddenly received a back handed slap across his chest from his cousin. With a jerk and a start he turned to look at Brie puzzled. “You were asked a question, Kyan. Do not be so rude. Say no thank you if you do not want anything.”<br><br>He blinked at her owlishly for many moments, thinking she was so like his mother, and hers with the whole manners thing. What did it matter, he was an adult, and it was only a serving girl after all? One look at Brie’s face told him he’d better answer, and quickly, or he might end up with more than a back hand to his chest. Looking to the girl he paints a smile on his features. “I do believe I will have some tea actually.” He pauses and a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, make him add a hasty thank you.<br><br>Brie very nearly rolled her eyes, but instead turned away. “See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it.” Turning back to Bethany, she smiles once more. “Better bring extra biscuits, just in case, sweetie.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 07:42:26</strong>
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				<strong>Bethany, Drawing room</strong><br><br>She curtseyed again, before serving the normal tea to Kyan and Brie and brougth biscuits to them both.<br><strong>"Anything else Madam or Sir?"</strong> she asked meekly, before returning to the place behind the tea table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 12:07:10</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler slowly comes to his senses in the library</strong><br><br>Seeing the horror in Rupert's eyes, as he accused him of such actions only confirmed that perhaps Tyler had overreacted. To help to reasure Rupert of this, he apologised with as much sincerity as he could muster. He smiled at the distort man "Rupert of course you weren't trying to attack me and I am sorry for the confusion, it was a difficult time as I am sure you understand." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 13:23:23</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena in the the library as the accusations fly<br></strong><br><br>Rowena was a little distracted by the sight which she expected no one else could see or feel, she glanced at the echo of the murdered man that lingered before her she imagined how confused and lost he might feel.&nbsp; But he did not seam to notice her Rowena had never encountered such a thing so close before, she was not entirely sure what to make of it.&nbsp; Rowena's face was struck with a sorrowful expression as she glanced of into space, the Majors accusation and questions roused her awareness eventually and she glanced back to him with a questioning glint to her eyes and features.&nbsp; <em>"Are you quite sure Major ? Emily ? Oh no I don't think I did see her, I heard her at one point but in the darkness things became quite confusing.&nbsp; I am sure she is fine Major I do not recall hearing any enter or leave the room, I do not think this has anything to do with her or her Brother anyway and we best keep the suspicions to those more deserving motive of them I think."</em><br><br>Rowena tried to offer a kind look of empathy to Robert she knew the pains of loss and the last thing he would need now is more commotion, she felt the urge to say something but decided now was not the time and decided just try move things along to his wishes.&nbsp; &nbsp;She spoke up so any near could her&nbsp; <em>"Come Major let us do as the man wishes, it is indeed right that we should all gather and wait for the proper authorities."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 17:07:43</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler agrees with Rowena in the library</strong><br><br>Realising that Rowena was probably making a lot more sense than he, Tyler smiled at her and remarked “You are most likely correct. My mind can get the best of me from time to time. I rely quite heavily on Cooper to reel me in from my darkest of concerns and thoughts and I have a good feeling that you are doing the same for me right now. I thank you for that.” He smiled warmly. <br><br>On her suggestion for them to move back into drawing room, he nodded his head in agreement. “Yes I think it is time to do just that.”<br><br><strong>Cooper answers James as they walk downstairs to the hall</strong><br><br>On his way down the stairs he listened to James’ question. Shuck. He had heard that name before. Images of the beast that bounded past him in the corridor flooded his mind. He shook his head and responded with a smile. “Shuck, no James I have not met him. Who is he?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 08:59:21</strong>
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				<strong>Helena follows Cooper down the stairs</strong><br><br>"It's that great black dog... isn't it?" Helena quavered, letting her somewhat irrational fears get the best of her as she followed Cooper and James down the stairs. "The maids were talking about it before, said they'd seen it prowling the grounds and they had all manner of wild theories," she added for Cooper's benefit and also in her own defense. <br><br>Now that she spoke her suspicions about a great black hell-hound out loud they did seem a bit silly, something that belonged in a book of horror stories... Not in real life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 12:02:18</strong>
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				<strong>The Inspector Calls</strong><br><br><br>Some time after the butler had telephoned the Yard two inspectors called, one was a rather heavy lidded and attractive man with dark eyes. He appeared somewhat sleepy, perhaps he had been woken, and after all it was quite late. Other might know the true reason for it. For the scent of the opium dens still lingered on his clothing.<br><br>http://http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbQLBoSA--A/SudY0_mv9sI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9M_pgM4TA58/s400/From+Hell+-+Inspector+Frederick+Abberline.jpg (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GbQLBoSA--A/SudY0_mv9sI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9M_pgM4TA58/s400/From+Hell+-+Inspector+Frederick+Abberline.jpg)<br><br>http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh5jao442M1qh1v8qo1_400.jpg (http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh5jao442M1qh1v8qo1_400.jpg)<br><br>The other inspector was somewhat different, he was a much older man, with a strangely different accent, it sounded more northern perhaps, and Yorkshire might spring to mind. He was obviously in charge of this investigation. <br><br>http://http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jrt9PxI8-F4/R8mbHKYX_KI/AAAAAAAABD0/rU4QvHQIpO0/s400/dalziel.jpg (http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jrt9PxI8-F4/R8mbHKYX_KI/AAAAAAAABD0/rU4QvHQIpO0/s400/dalziel.jpg)<br><br>Both were first shown threw to the drawing room by the butler introduced and offered a drink.&nbsp; The younger man was introduced as inspector Bakersfield and the older on as Inspector Simmons. Those that were more alert might have noticed a glance between Lady Charlotte and the younger man, perhaps there was even a smile, though that was almost imperceptible. <br><br>Kyrn was almost sure he recognised one of the inspectors, the younger one, and thinking about it perhaps the major too. However his memories were hazy as one would expect, even Lady Charlotte …or at least a similar woman …<br><br>At the talk of the Shuck and the tugging of the hair Cooper was aware of it…however once they were in the drawing room the two children knew as all good children they could be seen but certainly not heard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 17:17:14</strong>
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				<strong>Cooper and Tyler meet in the hallway on the way to the drawing room</strong><br><br>As they reached the hallway Cooper nodded at Helena in response to her recollection of the shuck. “It could be the same, indeed so Helena.” <br><br>He was about to continue when he saw Tyler and a woman walking out of the library and into the hall. He smiled at him as their eyes met. He was glad to see that Tyler was alright. In fact he was deeply relieved. <br><br>Like Cooper, once Tyler had seen his companion from the stairwell the relief in his face was quite clear for all to see. He was certain that Cooper would have perished. <br><br>They were within touching distance once they all reached the entrance to the drawing room. He took the Major’s hand and shook it firmly. “I see you made it then, good man.” He remarked to his friend. He wanted to hug him tightly, but this was not the place for such displays of affection. “Any idea what has been going on here?” he questioned. The Major shook his head and remarked “Only that our host has been killed other than that, not a clue. We have just been asked to gather in the drawing room. Your are quite welcome to join us, good man.” Cooper looked shocked "A murder, oh my. I heard some screaming from upstairs too whilst I was exploring. I hope everything is alright there too." He quickly calmed himself as he nodded to the Major whilst he followed him and the others into the drawing room. <br><br>The Major found a couple of spare seats for himself and Rowena whilst Copper stood next to him. They both scanned the room as if trying to make sense of the situation. Luckily for the Major he has Rowena and Cooper to keep him calm. He did not like the police. He considered them to be extremely stupid. Upon seeing them, he smiled as it reminded him of a story he had read where a man had killed his wife, wrapped her in an old rug and whilst in the street trying to put her in his carriage a policeman went by and seeing that the man was struggling with this rug had assisted him in putting it into the carriage. After which he just tipped his hat and wished him a good evening, before going about his business. Sometimes Tyler would get confused between story and something that had happened to him but he was sure that this was a story. Well at least he taught he was sure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 18:53:58</strong>
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				<strong>~&nbsp; Kyan Dryden in the Drawing Room</strong><br>Kyan watched as people finally started drifting into the Drawing Room. His tea barely touched and growing cold. He broods once more. This time though, strangely, it isn’t over himself, but about the house they currently guested in. The house was downright strange and had an evil feel to it now. He wanted to get Brie out of her right now. He was feeling like she wasn’t safe here and it was important to get her away from the place. Unfortunately, with the death, he couldn’t very well leave until the Yard got here.<br><br>Once the Inspectors arrive, Kyan studies the younger of the two closely. He is vaguely familiar looking, but Kyan cannot place where or how.<br><br><strong>~ Brie Hatteclyff in the Drawing Room </strong><br>&nbsp;Brie thanked <strong>Bethany</strong> for the tea again. “No thank you dear.” She watches as she sips her tea, the people enter and gather in the room. She senses her cousin brooding, but before she comes to a decision on how best to get him out of it, the Inspectors arrive. They are as opposite as two can be. One older, and the other young, and somewhat attractive. She eyes them thoughtfully as she waits for them to proceed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 19:18:03</strong>
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				<strong>- Bethany in Drawing room -</strong><br><br>She keeps her place and serves the tea and biscuits to anyone showing intrest in them. As the inspectors come in, she curtseys to the older man and sighs out in relief. <br><em>´Maybe they can get the bottom of this.. they are Yards.. ´</em>her trust in <strong>Queen's Investigators</strong> seems high, even she have never met one before.<br><strong>"Would you gentlemen take tea and tid bits, before you solve this mystery?"</strong> she smiles to the inspectors, speaking to the older but clearly taking them both into count.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 05:48:07</strong>
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				Emily had managed to slip from the armoire when no one was looking.&nbsp; The maid might have noticed but she could only hope the maid would say nothing.&nbsp; She passed into ta shadow of the room and watched the greetings of the inspectors.&nbsp; The young one was nice to look at but he seemed sad in a way.&nbsp; He must work a great deal.&nbsp; The older one was somewhat scary.<br><br>She was about to say something when she heard a roar of anger that seemed to shake the house.&nbsp; Nothing about it was supernatural.&nbsp; Just an angry man's voice.&nbsp; She began to rush for the door, regardless of the new company.&nbsp; "Nathaniel!"<br><br>All she could think about in her wide eyed fear was that the darkness had taken her brother and she was alone.&nbsp; Now, hearing his voice, her fear had ebbed but her heart pounding had not.&nbsp; What trouble could he be in?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 16:23:11</strong>
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				<br>Rowena expressed a twinge of a smile at the reunion of Cooper and Major Tyler the pair seamed to have quite the bond, still she did not think this was unusual specially given the Major's profession she only need think of Barnabas to know the depths of loyalty that service could breed. She remembered a time when Barnabas had been more open with his feelings for her father and herself, none would remember him as the same man the accident had made him a monster in his own mind.&nbsp; She sighed slightly at these thoughts and glanced around to see her aunt, footman and Barnabas awkwardly remaining silent in the corner, she decided it best to stay with the Major she did not wish to be rude and he was far better company than them for now.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Thank you Major Tyler most kind of you"</em> Rowena remarked as she sat down in the seats she tried not to glance at the detectives not wanting to distract them from there task,&nbsp; of course she could not help but wonder as to the mystery and feel some desire to play a part in solving it.&nbsp; It would not of been the first time Rowena lived for such things but she had never thought to involve herself in mysteries of this kind before, but then nobody had been murdered in her presence before perhaps it was a sign a call.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>"I believe Major Tyler that is is not just our host who has prey to murder this eve but his wife also and if my suspicions are correct that is where the twin to the dagger which was used shall be found."</em>&nbsp; Rowena was not sure of this of course but it was what she suspected and what seamed logical to her mind given the facts she knew and the feelings she had that evening, she only wished she had taken upon her urges earlier in the evening to check upon the absent lady of the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 17:22:18</strong>
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				Tyler nodded politely at Rowena on her acceptance of the chair and smiled reassuringly at her suggestion that another had fallen on this most interesting of evenings. Yearning to show how important she had become to him, he took her hand and smiled at her before remarking “Then I hope that these are all that have fallen on this night for if I had lost you or indeed my man, Cooper, here, to a leaser extent of course, I would be quite inconsolable.” Cooper turned away for a moment and smiled at the Major’s words. <br><br>Wishing not to make light of their deaths Tyler continued “Of course it upsets me that such fine people have lost there lives and I hope that the law can find the perpetrators to bring peace to William’s family. Let us hope this has a swift resolution so that we can all be on our way before morn.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 17:36:04</strong>
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				<br>Rowena glanced down at the Majors touch of her hand it seamed an affectionate and gentle gesture and Rowena was surprised that it did not startle her, she had feared the attentions of men for as long as she could remember and believed in bizarre morals of retaining her virtue that even her aunt would not conceive of. She was silent for a moment before her glance returned to Major Tyler and she smiled pleasantly for him <br><em><br>"I am touched by your words Major Tyler, it would indeed be a shame if our meeting tonight where to be the last.&nbsp; I do believe that there is unlikely to be any others who had suffered such a terrible fate, my intuition tells me so and I hope I am not wrong." </em><br><br>Rowena let her eyes wander then for she wanted to know if all where gathered now and her eyes seamed to search for that dark man amid the gathering, she would not be surprised if he was not there she had wanted to keep an open mind about him but he did seam a likely suspect she imagined the Inspectors would simply assume it was him.<em> "Do you see the Dark gentleman Major Tyler ? I do not I think, that is peculiar. It is most suspicious indeed, was he with you in the library ?" </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 17:51:29</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler explains the IQ level of the law to Rowena in the library</strong><br><br>The Major’s thought on this question for a moment. The Darkie was indeed in the library, but had left moments before the lights went out. So that meant that he could not have killed William. Then who did?<br><br>&nbsp;“Umm, sorry Yes he was in the library, my dear. However, he did leave before the darkness. I have not seen him since. Perhaps he will be with us soon. Otherwise he will easily become Suspect Number One. Well at least for the goings on upstairs. Most intriguing I am sure.” <br><br>Not wanting to do all the work for the law, he suggested “Perhaps we should keep our ideas to ourselves for now as it may confuse the police a little.” Raising a cheeky smile in Rowena’s direction, he muttered “Small brains, big truncheons, if you know what I mean?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 13:59:00</strong>
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				Rowena nodded at the Major's words and smiled slightly mischievously, she had kept her feelings of what she thought was to happen hidden well so she could resist if she wished. <br><br><em> "Perhaps Major Tyler but I suspect they may ask each of us in turn, I am sure everybody will offer up some thought or suspicion of who it could of been and why. Well perhaps not the why many here may not be considering that I suppose, but the why of things is the key to all secrets and troubles."<br></em><br><br>She glanced at her hand once more before looking back to the Major <em>"It is a shame that this meeting and our introduction should be tainted by such a tragic affair."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 17:50:17</strong>
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				<strong>The Library</strong><br><br>The two inspectors drank their tea, and as it was the rather larger Yorkshire man also enjoyed a shot of a rather good malt, which was followed by another. He gave the major a rather hard stare at some of his comments. On the other hand the younger man appeared somewhat more oblivious at present. <em>Damn but a smoke would be useful now. Something was going on here and it was not natural.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The attractive dark haired inspector briefly narrowed his eyes just as the older gentleman did at <strong>Malsika</strong>. After all she was a ‘darkie’.<br><br><strong>“Bakersfield.” Simmons</strong> spoke with a low and some what gruff voice, “You look at the body first, and I’ll speak to some of these folks.” His accent was certainly not from London.” The younger inspector shrugged and walked off, another look passed between himself and Charlotte. So he went into the Library and it seemed Malsika was not too pleased about this, however was unable to speak up. This was certainly not something that she had planned for. <em>Damn that inspector, and the witch.</em><br><br>“Right I am going to be askin’ you all some questions, I am sure we all want to be in bed right about now.” Simmons’s eyes passed over the room falling on various women including <strong>Bethany</strong> Perhaps they lingered a little too long there. “So lets make this brief. The bobby’s will be ‘ere soon, all I need is a statement from you all.”<br><br>At that moment there was more noise from upstairs.<br><br>The children shuddered, “Is someone hurting mama?” James broke the rule and was heard as well as seen. As he was speaking Rupert moved a little closer to Tyler, it couldn't hurt to try again. Even more so as he was obviously distracted by ....heaven forbid a female.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 15:02:27</strong>
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				As Cooper re-united with his master Helena took the opportunity to very discretely place the poker she'd been holding again the wall, then retreated to a quiet corner of the room, taking the children with her. She had been a governess for some time now and as such she'd been taught to be a silent, almost invisible presence. She found herself falling back into that habit now.<br><br>There were no rules against listening though and she was dismayed to hear the master, James and Alice's father, was dead... Murdered in this very house, right under everyone's nose. And from the sound of it their mother wasn't doing too well either. She looked at the officers, glad the law had arrived so swiftly but dismayed to find they were content to drink tea, have biscuits and ask for their testimonies. <br><br>For God’s sake could they not hear the screams from upstairs!?<br><br>James could certainly hear it, and she put an arm around the little boy’s shoulder as he spoke, pulling him close. “I don’t know sweetheart,” she whispered, then raised her voice a little. Still a whisper, but loud enough to carry across the room. “But the police are here now, I’m sure the officers will make sure nothing happens to your mother while they’re here.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 13:38:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dr Mark Harman smiled as he shut his black bag, “I am sure that the medicine will relieve your distress. Take two spoonfuls every four hours.” The Dowager Lady Mary Hornwell smiled fondly at him. “I am so grateful doctor that you came out. I do so hope that you are not inconvenienced.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark smiled, “Not at all, I am always happy to help a dear friend. But now I am late for a mummy unwrapping of all things and I must bid you good evening.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he exited the room he paused at the hall mirror, a weather beaten face still with a faded tan from many a year spent in the Indian army stared back at him. His brown tweed suit was still acceptable and then he hurried out to find a handsome cab.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The handsome cab driver was only too happy to put a move on for the promised shilling extra and soon Mark was standing at the door to the house and ringing the bell. There seemed to be some kind of commotion going on but no doubt his host would explain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 10:41:40</strong>
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				Indeed the muffled screams could be heard from upstairs and then they finally stopped. Nobody was overly worried or distressed about it, at least it appeared so. If the younger inspector was concerned no one would know for he was in the other room with the body of Lord William. Most of the people that were here for the unwrapping were more than aware of the Lady’s ‘fragile condition’ and of course she did have a nurse hence that is likely she just had a turn in the darkness. Surely a couple of the maids would go upstairs to check. After all the bobbies would be here soon to deal with other matters<br><br>The larger inspector finished his tea and smiled at <strong>Bethany</strong> “Ta love.” There was a pause, as he took another look about the room; a few of the ladies were still having slight fainting fits. It seemed though that Mrs Carter Brown’s condition was improving. “Well then I am going ta ‘ave ta take statement from all of yeah. “So if you sir,” He looked at the butler, “Might find me a room.”<br><br>As yet the children were not aware there father was dad and the inspector wanted to keep everything discreet especially in front of the ladies, them being rather more fragile. Malsika just smile quietly in the corner as Charlotte asked if she might be excused for a moment.&nbsp; Frankly she wanted a smoke and a good shot of malt. Also the woman wanted to talk to the younger inspector. <br><br>The butler heard the door and answered with a great deal of decorum considering the chaos which has just ensued. The man was shown through to the drawing room and he politely explained the situation, and would be most grateful if the good doctor might stay. He was sure that Lord Winterstone would be most appreciative.<br><br>The two children stayed close to Helena staring at everyone there. They tried to avoid looking at Malsika, she scared them, and also where was their father? James spoke again very quietly, “Where is papa?” He was also pleased to hear that there was a policeman here,, she would tell him about the bad man Cooper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 23:10:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well that was a turn up for the books, he had been quite looking forward to the mummy unwrapping. But a murder was a whole new kettle of fish indeed. He surveyed the room noting each one in it and filing away their appearance.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he said, “Hello, I am Dr Mark Harman and if anyone is feeling unwell or faint then I can be of assistance. More used to dealing with solders out in India but since I have returned I have been more civilised and am more than capable of dealing with ladies too.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 20:30:59</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler suggests some air to Rowena in the library</strong><br><br>He looked around the room and began to believe Rowena’s thoughts to be some what true. “Unfortunately I think you might be onto something there. It would not surprise me if what is said tonight, by these somewhat excitable individuals, ends up with the wrong man being carted away on this very night.” He glanced at Copper for a moment and turned his head back to Rowena. “I will of course speak to the law when spoken too, but I will give them nothing to add to their already imaginative minds. My only wish is that the others do the same.” He frond and then concluded “However, I feel my wish will go unanswered at this time.”<br><br>As he finished talked he noticed that Lady Charlotte was taking her leave. His curiosity got the better of him, so he remarked “Rowena would you like to take some air until the good policemen want to speak to us? I was thinking of maybe a short walk to the main doors of the house where I can take a cigar. Once there perhaps we can discuss other ways in which we can meet in the coming months to make the tragic incidents of this night into a distance memory.” <br><br>He of course had another reason to wanting to leave this room and it was in the sharp of Rupert who was getting uncomfortably close to Tyler. He found that the man knew nothing of personal boundaries and if he was to find himself alone with this man in the near future he would thrust his rifle so far up the man’s arse that he would be shitting lead for a month. These thoughts he did not express to his company, but the urge was there nonetheless. He smiled at the humorous image that had been created in his mind of Rupert jumping in agony as the hot lead coursed though his alimentary canal. He shook his head lightly to relieve his brain of such images and waited patiently for Rowena’s discussion. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 16:05:51</strong>
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				<br>Rupert's attentions towards the Major did not go unnoticed by Rowena and she smiled slightly at him she did not feel threatened of course, the idea that he might end up a suspect troubled her as that would be embarrassing for more than him and may lead to the escape of the true criminal.&nbsp; She moved slightly so she might have a quite word with the man hoping to ease several problems with a few words, Rowena was very careful to make sure only those closet to hear would hear her words and she hid her face behind her fan as she spoke to be extra sure of her goals.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Don't you think that it would be wise Sir for you to behave in a manner correct of the circumstances, with death so recent do you really think your persistence is not shameful do you wish to draw suspicion on your character Sir. I do not think you want to explain what went on earlier do you, I know you where not involved but others do not and with there many questions they may glean some truth about your character Sir think on that now and be respectful of the dead."</em><br><br>Rowena turned back to the Major as he spoke to her although she did briefly glance to the new arrival, a doctor how interesting was he a guest or had the yard called on his services for some purpose that would be peculiar she thought but perhaps wise.&nbsp; Rowena wondered then if someone was hurt and as to if everyone present knew the full measure of what had occurred yet,&nbsp; had somebody been injured or hurt and survived the incident.&nbsp; She banished the thoughts swiftly enough to focus back on the Major as he had begun to talk to her once more.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I will do the same of course Major although I don't think there is much we who where in here can tell, other than your daring rescue and destruction of the door of course Major I think that will be a topic of discussion for many for days to come.&nbsp; I shall give a most honest and faithful account of the matter however if asked don't you worry, I was quite touched that you would think of me when we have known each other only so briefly.&nbsp; I would be most delighted of course to walk with you also we did speak of such at diner of course, although I am not entirely sure we will be permitted to leave just yet they may want us to stay put here until questioned."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 05:20:13</strong>
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				Emily had been standing at the door and she looked back where the inspectors were happily taking tea.&nbsp; She knew better than to go up those stairs and find her brother.&nbsp; If something was still in this house, if that darkness came back, she did not want to be caught alone.&nbsp; As they finished off their tea, she grew furious.&nbsp; There had been much bellowing and screaming and they....just sat there.&nbsp; Decided, she stormed over to the younger inspector and took his teacup from him.&nbsp; Whether he was about to sip from it or not she didn't care.<br><br>"You sir?&nbsp; Did you not hear.&nbsp; How can you sit there so calmly stuffing your face with biscuits.&nbsp; Take statements, indeed," she exclaimed, her voice a tremble.&nbsp; She glared at the older gentleman and then to the younger.&nbsp; Who she had to admit was quite striking.&nbsp; She shook her thoughts and placed her hands upon her hips.&nbsp; "Do something.&nbsp; My brother could be in danger, did you not hear?"<br><br>She had gone beyond hysterics, her ire keeping her more sane than any weeping would have.&nbsp; She didn't know what else to do.&nbsp; So she just glared, which was beginning to look more like a pout.&nbsp; Her features were to innocent bordering on smoldering.&nbsp; She would never be able to get the look of evil down pat like some women could.&nbsp; "Well, do your job and investigate or will you have a defenseless woman do your job for you?"<br><br>She was almost satisfied with that remark.&nbsp; Should hit them in their egos.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 18:40:14</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler recognises one or two of the room's occupants whilst sitting with Rowena in the drawing room</strong><br><br>Tyler smiled amused at the way in which Rowena spoke to Rupert. Her way of dealing with him in her perfect manner was indeed a much preferred option to his way, he decided. He waited to see how Rupert might react to such words before retuning his attentions to the dear Rowena as she had now directed her attentions back to him. He beamed as she spoke of his daring rescue of her and felt reassured when she spoke of her honest per trail of the events that had transpired. When the subject turned to that of them staying her until questioned he saddened a little but he showed understanding. “Thank you for you kind words, Rowena. As you say it might be wise to remain here until questioned. I am sure they will not keep us long. Their attention spans can not be too great.” He briefly turned his head in the direction of the detectives “Most seem to me to be empty headed thugs with a badge anyway.” <br><br>As he looked at the detectives, he started to think that he recognised the younger one somehow. It had to be recreational as a man like that would have not found himself in the military. Not with those pretty boy looks anyway.&nbsp; Unlike Doctor Harman who showed sighs of discipline. There was something about him that interested him. Perhaps their paths had crossed at some point. However, he could not be sure. He had seen so many doctors and perhaps the good Doctor Harman was one of them. And then there was Kyan. Like the detective, he thought he had seen him during one of his less formal occasions. Perhaps in the backstreets of London. His brain started to hurt as these thoughts flooded his mind.&nbsp; Perhaps more time with these men would fill in a few gaps in his memory. But all that can wait for now, he thought, as the lovely Rowena was by his side and she was much more of a delight, so he turned his attentions back to her. He smiled at her warmly “Well my dear, the thought of walking with you once this drama is over is of great comfort and will indeed see me through this situation that is upon us.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Cooper goes a wandering once again</strong><br><br>Seeing his Major was more than busy with the good Lady Rowena, Cooper excused himself and began to wander around the room until he found himself within speaking distance of governess. He spoke quietly and only to her. “How are you coping with all this excitement?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 23:33:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed that his medical skills where needed after all, the young lady seemed to be verging on hysteria. Young women did seem to be prone to it. He always wanted to say them try stitching up a man’s stomach behind a rock whilst tribesmen bullets bounced of said rock. That was a stressful situation indeed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But instead he put on his professional smile and moved over to the young woman. “Maybe we should let the detectives do what they have too. After all if they where not competent at their job I doubt they would be doing it. Now why don’t we go over there and you can tell me what your concerns are.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He smiled, “My name is Dr Mark Harman and I have the honour of addressing?”&nbsp; Hopefully if she would start talking to him then the detectives could get on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 10:55:40</strong>
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				<strong> Voices in the Library</strong><br><br>There were two voices talking not too loudly but they could be heard they were a male and a female, and sounded very much like Lady Charlotte and the younger of the two inspectors. <br><br>“….for Gods sake Lottie you can't just take a cigar, can’t you concentrate.”<br><br>“I cant bloody well concentrate with out one, this is worse than we thought, you know the term up the creek, we haven’t even got the canoe.<br><br>“This dagger is part of a pair…any idea where it might be?<br><br>“I am thinking Messri knows more, but he seems ot have high tailed it…and I can be pretty sure its not his real name.”<br><br>“Well come on…Seth…”<br><br>“You think you can find him…?”<br><br>“I have an idea, I think he might have been hurt.”<br><br>“By the way Mary has been hanging about.”<br><br>“Oh superb that’s all we need, though she does have her uses.”<br><br>The continued on for a short time seeming to speak more quietly then Charlotte said that she would have to return as the poor Major likely had to fend of darling Rupert. The both had a chuckle and the library door opened.<br><br>There was a scream from upstairs, or rather two.<br><br><strong> In the Drawing Room</strong><br><br>The older inspector spoke calmly,&nbsp; to Emily Rose, “No their my Lady I am sure we will find your brother, hysterics is certainly not helping anything.” There was a knock at the door then and one could assume it was the arrival of the bobbys. He silently thanked the doctor for trying to calm the young woman.<br><br>As he was about to continue the now Lord Robert spoke up, “There is little need for investigation, I know exactly who it was, it was that filthy darkie and his gang. I told my brother he could not be trusted.” Malsika smiled politely even through the darkie comment proving she was certainly a lady. “I tell you I warned my brother…and look what happens. The truth be told the gruff inspector was bothered by the darkie referance, but also was a little unsure of the man in the mask. Though he knew how some of these posh folks were ...and their activities.<br><br>There was another scream or rather two, this time the inspector did react. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 14:21:26</strong>
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				<strong><br>Rowena in the Drawing Room </strong><br><br>Rowena glanced over at Emily Rose hearing the commotion between the inspector and the intervention of the Doctor, she thought Emily had a point thougth she did also tend to think the men might be more apt at there jobs than a lot of other seamed to think they where.&nbsp; It did seam odd that they would take to having tea and such, but perhaps they where unused to the wealthy and feared offending or breaking some imagined code, after all there was always time for tea.&nbsp; Rowena smiled to herself and felt a drive to listen in at at the echoing voice that could be heard, strange discussion indeed who where they referring too she thought and would the dagger be where she suspected it to be.&nbsp; <br><br><br>The voice of Lord Robert interrupted her chain of thought and brought her back to focus on the room she was afraid of something like this happening, although from what she had been told and heard her suspicions leaned the same way and she remembered the odd feeling she had felt around said man. There was something very peculiar about him and his presence here. <br><br>She glanced to Major Tyler once more smiling and noting his slight discomfort at his thought she knew such signs well enough,&nbsp; she gently patted the Major's hand and warmed her smile to him. <em>"Is something troubling you Major ? I do hope that it is my wish to wait if you would like to get so air or escape this stuffy environment I will gladly accompany you if we are permitted."</em>&nbsp; It was then that Rowena heard the screams and she instantly felt as if she knew exactly what there cause was, her suspicions may soon be discovered perhaps and the second of the pair of twins revealed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 14:39:39</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler explains his confusion to Rowena in the drawing room</strong><br><br>Her concern for him warmed his heart. As she touched his hand, he relaxed considerably and smiled back at her. “Oh Rowena, I am fine my dear. Knowing that you would be happy to accompany me for some air, once we are permitted to do so, pleases me greatly. I am just a little confused by some of the men here. I could swear that I know them from somewhere. However, I can not be too sure, so I will see if they notice me first. Save the embarrassment I would suppose.”&nbsp; <br><br>Upon hearing the final screams from upstairs, he then turned his head to the door and said “Is anyone going to check on what is going on upstairs? Or am I going to have to find out for you?” he remarked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 16:34:09</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany in Drawing room-</strong><br>She stand in her place, watching the older inspector almost mesmerized by his presence, drifting in and out of her daydreaming, witch she was prone to drift. New faces and situations made her confused. When the screams alerted the inspector, she jumped lightly, but managed to keep her place without larger incidents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 09:01:23</strong>
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				Helena was quiet, sitting in a corner of the room with the two children, listening to the others talk. She had thoughts of course, mainly about the complete incompetence of the police, but it was not her place to speak. <br><br>She smiled a shaky smile at Cooper when he came over. "I'm..." fine, she almost said because that was what one usually said. "Not feeling too good," she amended, "but thank you for asking. And thank you for your kind assistance before." She knew she had not been too polite to the man on the stairs. Mistrusting and rude more like. And yet he had proved the perfect gentleman. <br><br>"I think I should take the children elsewhere, if that's alright?" She said to the police-officer. "Downstairs to the kitchen...?" <br><br>She wanted, very much, to take them out of the drawing room. Away from these people who were discussing their father's death. Thank goodness the children seemed to have not-yet realized that horrible truth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 11:02:38</strong>
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				<strong>Cooper offers himself to Helena in the drawing room</strong><br><br>Pleased to hear that Helena was feeling alright, but knowing that this was perhaps a half truth, Cooper smiled back at her a little warmly. Seconds later his thoughts on her actual feelings were confirmed when she amended her answer. Saddened by this, and once she had ask the policemen if she could take the children elsewhere, he requested “Please allow me to accompany you to wherever you wish to take the children as judging by these screams, throughout the house, the dangers are perhaps not yet over…” He looked at the policemen before continuing as he know with them here they were no more safe than they were before they had arrived. Like the Major, he knew they were incompetent fools at best and in most cases blithering idiots. Then he concluded “…Even with the police here.” He then waited patiently for Helena to decide whether to accept his protection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 23:03:51</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena continues to converse with the Major</strong><br><br><em>"I am glad to hear it Major Tyler, well I must admit I find some here rather confusing myself although in another manner entirely. I am sure that they would remember you Major, I do not think that I know any here well myself but I have been out of this fair country far to much." </em><br><br>Rowena glanced to the detectives at the major's statement fully in agreement it was about time that something was done, why an intelligent criminal could of likely covered up the mystery by now and escaped out the window or even planted false clues. Rowena was not sure why these things occurred to her and she wondered if they even entered others minds, she had always been taught to seek answers but she never considered the mysteries of crimes much before.&nbsp; Rowena decided to remain silent on the matter speaking her mind would only get her into trouble she suspected, best to wait and watch although she had already done that and now wondered if she could of perhaps prevented some of what occurred this night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 03:53:50</strong>
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				<strong>~&nbsp; Kyan Dryden and Brie Hatteclyff in the Drawing Room</strong><br>Kyan and Brie sat there. Brie sipping her tea, and Kyan being moody and letting his tea grow cold. They watched the dynamics of the people in the drawing room, and the Inspectors as they came in and had tea. The screams from upstairs made both jump and Brie gasped. Kyan put a reassuring hand on Brie’s arm trying to comfort her and keep her calm. She gave him a smile of appreciation. Then both went back to watching the others. <br><br>Kyan studied the younger Inspector who seemed vaguely familiar. Once his brain was on that path he realized that the Major seemed familiar as well, though he could not for the life of him figure out why for either. Brie in the meantime was wondering why neither Inspector seemed interested in investigating the screams heard from upstairs. Brie frowned slightly at Emily’s hysterics at the Inspectors. It wasn’t helping maters, but Brie didn’t fault the woman really. Both watched as first an apparent doctor joined them, and then the Bobbies finally arrived. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 13:34:44</strong>
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				<strong> In the drawing room</strong><br><br>As the older inspector ran up the stairs with a couple of the bobbies Charlotte returned to the room, she did appear to have a perplexed look on her face, she also had the scent of cigar smoke and whiskey upon her. She did seem to be concentrating, and avoided any eye contact with Malsika, she had no wish for that witch to find out anything.<br><br>Of course she had heard the screaming upstairs, and although she wished to go up this was not her place, after all she had to be very careful, considering her situation.<br><br>A bobby replaced the inspector for the moment and considering the chaos in the house and the fact that the men were so thinly spread he had no issue with Cooper escorting Helena and the children downstairs, after all the children, in this the situation should not be here. He nodded then that they both might leave, hoping that Helena would be safe.<br><br>After a short time a heavy eyed younger inspector walked into the room, Malsika appeared a little nervous, as did Helen Loverstock. However standing by her father helped a little. James even in this horror however was still looking for potential husbands for his rather shy daughter. <br><br>Inspector Bakerstone sighed deeply; this was far more disruptive than any of these sleepers knew, but he would have to remain calm even though the pipe was calling him.<br><br>“We have a room made out if people wish to make statements that will be classed as official…however if any of you wish to give information here I would be more than happy to receive it. Bearing in mind of course that we must remember who is present, for we would not wish the ladies to be further distressed.”&nbsp; He waited and took a deep breath, “As for the commotion upstairs I am sure it is being dealt with.” The man was sure he recognised the major and at least one of the other gentlemen...<br><br>Charlotte stifled a snigger, and received more than a few dark looks. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 18:08:40</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler suggests something to Rowena in the Drawing Room</strong><br><br>Smiling he responded “I am sure you are right. They will most likely come to me once the realisation comes to them. If not I will most likely enquire myself. Be a bit bold as you might say.” <br><br>He closed his eyes for a moment before returning his gaze towards Rowena. As he did this, he noticed in the corner of his eye that Charlotte had returned. Her smell was different from before. A whiskey drinker and a smoker was she? <br><br>Once the inspector had spoken, he could not help but notice Charlotte’s snigger. He like the others turned to show is disapproval but to be honest he was amused her behaviour. <br><br>He stiffened as the realisation came to him. Lottie! She smelt just like Lottie. That’s were he knew her. That’s who she was. He relaxed a little and then suggested “I just had a thought, why don’t we ask some of the guests to join us at this wonderful array of seats? There is plenty of room. Shall we start with perhaps the good Lady Charlotte?”&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Cooper escorts Helena and the children from the Drawing Room</strong><br><br>Upon seeing the nod from the inspector, Cooper took his leave with the children and Helena. He whispered something to Tyler about that if he was needed he would be downstairs. He then left the room and entered the hallway. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 14:29:54</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena in the Drawing Room observing the spectacle</strong><br><br>Rowena smiled back to the Major politely and pleasantly and offered a nod of approval as she listened to his suggestion. <br><br><em>"That sounds perfectly reasonable to me Major, I believe it may perhaps even be a wonderful idea perhaps it will allow the inspectors to to there job rather than dallying discussing amongst everybody and themselves."<br></em><br><br>Rowena glanced of about the room once more watching silently her attention most drawn to the inspector and Lady Charlotte, perhaps she knew something she certainly seamed perhaps familiar with one of the inspectors but from what Rowena had heard Lady Charlotte was familiar with many. She looked back to the Major once more and nodded in agreement yet again. <br><br><em>"Yes Major Tyler I think that would be a good idea indeed, perhaps we should speak with Lady Charlotte and suggest such, I believe if we approach the idea with her and it is accepted others will follow in her stead." </em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 02:38:43</strong>
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				Emily Rose was just about to retort how the Inspector had a job because of the people and who was it for him to say what needed investigating if he had yet to discern what was going on.&nbsp; Then there were more screams and she felt the bottom of her stomach drop out.&nbsp; She was frozen there for a moment and only came back to her senses when the Inspector finally began to move.&nbsp; She chased after them and up the stairs only to find her brother quite well and yet the situation seeming to propel out of control.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Oh, dear.&nbsp; What have you done this time, my brother.</em>&nbsp; As shocked as she was, she still knew that all was not as it seemed.&nbsp; She could only pray that the Inspectors could see it as well.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 16:59:49</strong>
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				He listened to Rowena’s acceptance of his idea and once she had finished, he turned his head in the direction of Lady Charlotte. <br><br>Being no more than a few feet away, he gestured to get her attention. “Excuse me” he enquired “Lady Charlotte, would you care to take a seat with us?” Once her head was turned towards him, he moved his arm over the chairs that were free to demonstrate this and continued to talk. “As we have plenty of room and we could appreciate your company.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 12:15:31</strong>
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				Lady Charlotte smiled as the two approached she was of course most polite after all this was public, and was more than a little problematic. Her friend Bakerstone was in enough trouble without her causing more, damn this situation, she even fancied one of his bloody pipes.<br><br>Bakerstone sighed and another glance passed between he and Charlotte “Well if we feel that we can discuss the matter and as it happened in front of the ladies here…” <em> Damn he wanted the pipe and the Absinthe then he could work.</em><br><br>He watched Emily Rose run off and let out another sigh sending off another, this night was becoming more of a chore than any could imagine. he pinched the bridge of his nose&nbsp; and then rubbed those heavy dark eyes “Lady Howard it seems that you might begin….” He took out his notebook “So if I might be so bold might you describe the events of the evening..”<br><br>She exhaled this was going to be difficult, frankly she wanted to point the finger exactly where it should be, however it was not that easy. “Well inspector…” She smiled in her usual polite manner. “I really have no idea what happened …everything went dark, we all got rather afraid then we heard a scream.” I believe perhaps this door might have been opened but I really couldn’t tell. There was a lot of confusion.”<br><br><br>Robert spoke up again, “Forget all this …we all know it was that bloody darkie.” The mans face was growing more than a little red. <br><br>“Please this is not helping anyone…” he turned then to the others “Can anyone shed a little more light on this ‘darkness’”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 16:04:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Rowena listens to the conversation carefully making notes in her head of points she believes of interest and importance to her, it was a most curious matter and that darkness she was wondering if someone would bring that up. Rowena glanced to the Major for a mere moment once more before looking to the inspector and stepping forward a little, again she raised her voice so that anyone within the room could hear it. <br><br><em>"Inspector If I might be so bold as to offer a suggestion, but it would seam most logical to assume that the darkness was intended and that it was created as a diversion with the intent of causing panic and confusion allowing the murderers to commit the acts unseen and escape.&nbsp; As for the nature of the darkness well surely that is obvious, it can only really be one thing there is no other explanation.&nbsp; I am not one to judge or assume nefarious actions based on the color of skin, but I will stake my life on the fact that the darkies as you put it are in fact involved in some fashion but there may be more to what has happened here.&nbsp; You should really start with those twin daggers I believe, find out where they came from and who they belong too and you will be closer to your answer and understanding this mystery perhaps."</em><br><br>She paused for a moment and then her face lit up slightly as she remembered something important to add <em>"Oh and I must apologize the door, that was the Major and Barnabas they merely reacted on my and the other womens behalf fearing for our safety I will not have any suspicion thrown at either of them.&nbsp; The only crime they committed is the destruction of that door and for good honorable reasons and motives I am sure you will agree."</em>&nbsp; She glanced to Robert <em>"I am sorry for the damage to your home Lord Winterstone, please send the bill to my estate I will be more than happy to replace and pay for any damages."</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 22:48:10</strong>
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				Ladies of today could certainly learn manners from their mothers Mark thought as the woman he was speaking too totally ignored him and then ran off. Then he held out his hands and shrugged at the Inspector as if to say I did try.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He then moved to the side of the room and listened to what was going on and then said to the Inspector, “If you need any medical advice then I am willing to offer my services. In my time on the Northwest frontier I have seen death in many forms, by bullet, by shell and by blade, never pleasant in any form.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 02:36:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://dressestutor.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/blue-victorian-prom-dresses.jpg.jpg)</div><br>The hansom pulled in at the perfectly acceptable fashionably late hour.&nbsp; The driver stepped from the carriage to open the door for her.&nbsp; She stepped out in perfect grace, her hair already done up with soft curls that lay neatly upon her back and shoulders.&nbsp; Only the very faint flush upon her skin betrayed the perfect mask of indifference, showing her true amazement at the chance to see a real mummy.&nbsp; The books had never done justice, the tales and pictures failing to give her what just a moment inside this gathering would provide for her.&nbsp; <br><br>The door opened at the hands of the butler and she curtsied politely, a fan in her hand which gently bat at the air with a simple, repetitive rhythm.&nbsp; "Everyone's upstairs, ma'am," he told her as he took her coat, revealing her pendant and slender shoulders.&nbsp; "I should warn you, though: there's been an incident."&nbsp; She perked an eyebrow to listen, but mostly undisturbed.&nbsp; She would not let this night be ruined for her.&nbsp; "Scotland Yard is here, but do not let yourself be troubled."&nbsp; She frowned ever so gently but didn't really consider it.&nbsp; Her thoughts were focused too heavily on other matters.<br><br>Soon she was at the threshold of the drawing room, her visage the practiced veneer of flickering eyes and a thinly cut, ruby smile.&nbsp; She entered with the practiced swish of her peacock blue dress, already expecting everyone to recognize her simply by reputation, if not purely by her very demeanor of an aristocrat.&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Zondalis has arrived," the butler announced before slipping away down the hallway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 20:11:44</strong>
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				Agreeing with all that Rowena had said, he could only move his hand to hers, nod and whisper to her “Thank you dear for the offer of paying for the door. I am sure I could at least put a little something towards the cost.” He smiled warmly at her as he spoke. <br><br>He was distracted for a moment by the entrance of a new face, who was introduced to the room as Miss Zondalis. A little late, he thought but a welcomed addition to the night. He was only distracted for a moments before his full attentions were returned back to Rowena. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 10:29:29</strong>
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				<strong>Helena, Cooper and the children retire downstairs</strong><br><br><div align="center"> Cordial Invitation (OWoD Vampire) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100394.msg4650928#msg4650928)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 16:18:32</strong>
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				<br>Rowena glanced up at the interruption and slightly inappropriate introduction made by the butler, was his age affecting him she wondered or perhaps it was just the present situation.&nbsp; She looked to the woman so introduced as "Miss" and smiled a little at the touch of the Major's hand at her own once, she turned to him and placed her other hand open his softly as she politely and quietly remarked upon the bizarre outdated and improper entrance to such an occasion.&nbsp; She could not help but glance over at the butler wondering quite what had possessed him to act in such a manner. <br><br><em>"Do you know her, this Miss Zondalis ?" </em>She glanced back for a moment pondering that name<em> " Zondalis is that Russian do you think Major Tyler, perhaps..oh you don't think she is French do you?</em>"&nbsp; Rowena puzzled over that name it was most defiantly foreign and most intriguing, she could not help but express a slight chuckle as she realized it sounded like a stage name of a an act she had once known.&nbsp; <em>"Very peculiar don't you think Major Tyler."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 16:48:52</strong>
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				Smiling to himself as he listened to Rowena suggestions. Two of which amused him in particular. What indeed had possessed the butler to act in such a manner and secondly to her take on the new arrival. “I do not believe I know her. Perhaps she is lost? As you say a Miss indeed. Here in the drawing room. With my reputation.” he chuckled at his humour. <em>A joke that only he and perhaps Cooper would understand. As he had been caught in the past in the most strangest of situations and indeed places. Once caught he would more often than not remake to whom ever was to catch him with such words as ‘Me? Here? in the women dormitory… with my reputation.. and so on</em>. <br><br>He shook his head to focus as he had begun to daydream once again. “Oh yes Miss Zondalis” he remark “Perhaps we should ask her to join us and ask her, regarding her origins and why she sees it fitting to be here tonight. What do you think?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 17:08:47</strong>
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				<br>Rowena smiled back the the Major and offered a warmer remark of her amusement at his joke <em>"Why you are quite the card Major Tyler aren't you ?</em>" She gave a playful glance playing along with his humor it was a pleasant change of pace and many men or women for that matter would not do such with her.&nbsp; <em>"You surprise me as always Major I do not doubt that your reputation is will admired and looked upon with jealousy by some,&nbsp; but yes perhaps we should ask her to join us at least then we can set the facts straight I am sure she wondering quite what she has got herself into." </em>She lowered her voice as she broached a tender subject. <em>"I expect she came to see the Mummy like us all, I dare say that particular event won't be coming soon now and I believe it's presence here may have some ill omen upon the night."</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 17:45:36</strong>
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				He shuffled that little bit closer to her as he responded “And you are quite the fair lady, Rowena.” He squeezed her hands softly, as he did this, and lifted them up to leave the softest of kisses upon them. <br><br>After she had given her thoughts on inviting the new arrival to the seating, he commented “Quite so. I believe the last thing we will be doing tonight is seeing that mummy.” He then turned his head and gestured to Miss Zondalis to join them. All it took was the slightest of nods to do this.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 19:04:13</strong>
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				Victoria Zondalis passed a gentle smile to Tyler and his companion, heading over towards the two.&nbsp; Her dress swished gently as she walked, her poise showing the practiced perfection of years of grace and charm schooling.&nbsp; "Good evening," she said sweetly as she took a seat upon one of the couches and crossed her ankles.<br><br>"Is everything alright?"&nbsp; Her voice held just a touch of concern to show sympathy.&nbsp; "The butler briefly mentioned something about Scotland Yard in attendance."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 08:36:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing how she walked, the Major could tell that she was much more than a Miss. In fact why this person was not a lady was something the Major could not understand. <br><br>After she spoke, he lent forward a little to respond “Please do not be alarmed as there has been an incident or two on this very night and we are gathered here as Scotland Yard wish to question us.” He glanced over to Rowena and smiled before continuing to talk to the new arrival “I am sure they will not detain you as you have just arrived but if you wish to stay you are more than welcome to join us as we while away the night until being seen.” He briefly looked around the room to see who was listening in “If you wish to know more by all means ask away.” realising he had spoken without introducing himself he cleared his throat and spoke once again "In the meantime I must introduce myself, I am Major Tyler Harrington and," turning to Rowena and smiling warmly "if I can be so bold, this is the beautiful Lady Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 08:57:41</strong>
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				She listened in silence, the fan rapping ever so gently and causing a soft rippling through her hair.&nbsp; This man gave no more information than had the butler, simply vague references about an incident.&nbsp; No doubt that they hadn't wished to frighten her, or else they didn't know themselves.&nbsp; Either way, it would not do for it to seem that a young woman of her station to seem too interested in such a gruesome affair as would befit the attention of Scotland Yard.&nbsp; She forced the sparkle of curiosity to die before it could twinkle in her eyes, simply giving a soft nod of her head.&nbsp; "I see."<br><br>At the mention of introductions, her fan snapped shut, perhaps a little too quickly at the eager chance to correct the sleight that had been done to her.&nbsp; The back of her perfectly manicured hand rose as an offering towards the major.&nbsp; "A pleasure.&nbsp; I am Lady Victoria Zondalis."&nbsp; The wisp of a smile, some degree of relief showed through on her features.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 09:39:51</strong>
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				Seeing the correction as she reintroduced herself. He knew that she had to be a Lady. No Miss commanded such respect as least from him anyway. He considered that the butler must have made the error due to the events that had taken place. The poor man must be at his wits end to make such and error, but an error he did make. <br><br>Due to the sudden elevation to her station of Lady, he decided to fill her in “In that case good Lady Victoria, if you wish to be enlightened, I see no reason to withhold anything that has transpired on this eve.” <br><br>So for the next few minutes he told of the 'darkness', an attempt on his life from the ‘evil Rupert’, a murder, a scream or two, a set of daggers, suspicious individuals, that included the tall dark man, and saving his most dearest Rowena with a firm kick to an old oak door, which he gestured to the floor when speaking of it as there were still a few oak fragments scattered about. He took particular pride in the last part as to be perfectly frank he had made little impact on the events that had transpired and the door being destroyed was simply another dramatic addition to an already dramatic evening. <br><br>Once finished with the slightly exaggerated story he sat back and remarked “Well I hope that I have some how helped to fill you in on what you missed. I am sure as we hear what the others saw, the puzzle will be completed as I could only speak regarding what I have seen as I am sure you can understand.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 10:25:36</strong>
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				As the conversation finally came to life and the Major told of the events, her fan flicked back into her hand like a servant always at her beck and call.&nbsp; It fluttered softly in her grip as she listened intently, her eyes giving the faintest sparkle of interest despite herself.&nbsp; "A mystery, to be sure," and one that she would love to hear the full details on and be able to at least attempt to solve.&nbsp; She would have loved to delve into the heart of the matter, to see what she could find out, if only it wouldn't tarnish her reputation.<br><br>"Do you think," she asked gently, her voice full of as much casual disinterest as she could feign, "it might have something to do with the alleged curse that mummies are supposed to have?&nbsp; Or at the very least, some hooligan attempting to spark such a clamor?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 13:41:03</strong>
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				“The curse of the mummy” he said with much amusement. “Indeed so and perhaps so” he considered “But I doubt it very much.” Knowing that all in this room would probably come to their own conclusions, he came to his too and begrudgingly shared it with his company “As much as it pains me, perhaps we should leave it for the law to conclude these matters. My only hope is that this drama is over soon so I can walk hand in hand with” he turned his head to Rowena and finished his sentence “you. For I have seen my fill of death and would do anything to see that it is but a distant memory in my remaining years.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 16:47:01</strong>
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				<strong>~&nbsp; Kyan Dryden and Brie Hatteclyff in the Drawing Room</strong><br>Kyan and Brie both watched to arrival of the Bobbies, more screams, an Inspector leave, a doctor and a new Lady arrive. Kyan took only slight interest in the newest arrival before turning to Brie. “I think I’ve about had my fill of all of this. Seeing some long gone dead mummy unwrapped doesn’t equal to all this fuss, cousin.”<br><br>Brie sighed, but nodded. She was starting to agree with Kyan on that score. “I think you are right cousin. I am sorry to have drug you to this.”<br><br>Kyan shakes his head. “No, better I am here after all than you unescorted. Here, play along, see if we can’t extract ourselves from this mess quickly.” Brie cocked her brow, but gave a slight nod in agreement. Kyan raised his voice. “Inspector? Inspector please. My cousin is feeling unwell at these current events. Is there any way you can get our statements so I may get her home?”<br><br>Brie who but seconds before looked the picture of health, suddenly looked pale and drawn. Her hand shook slightly as she patted Kyan’s hand, and her voice quivered slightly. “Now, now cousin. They will get to us in time I am sure. There is no need to be pushy. I… can manage.” She swallows hastily and repeatedly suddenly as if she’s trying to keep her stomach down. Her eyes looked distressed and slightly pained. <br><br>If Kyan didn’t know better, he would have actually thought Brie ill. “No, cousin. You should get home.” He turns to the Inspectors. “Maybe I can give you our residence and you can come at a later time?” Turning back to Brie, he became the picture of the concerned cousin trying to protect and care for his fragile and frail female cousin. “It’s alright Brie, just hang in there a bit longer. We’ll be out of here soon. I promise.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 22:37:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Having moved towards to where the others where as he waited for the inspector to reply if he wished and to get closer to this rather exotic woman that had just come in Mark listened to the evening’s events.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noting the amusement in the Major’s voice Mark chimed in, “There are a lot of mysteries in the world, when I was out in India I saw men lay on a bed of nails without injury, even walk on red hot coals with no blisters on their feet. Maybe there is something to the mummy’s curse or maybe not. But remember the Egyptians had a civilisation and where building their vast pyramids and temples when our civilisation was none existent.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he smiled, “Where are my manners, Lady Zondalis, I am&nbsp; Dr Mark Harman Chief Medical officer of the 5th Bengal Regiment of Foot, Indian Army, retired.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 22:45:49</strong>
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				"Oh, I don't mean to say that there is something to this curse at all," she proclaimed far too quickly, her smile breaking forth and her tone slipping to suppressed laughter far too quickly for it to be truly genuine amidst her speech.&nbsp; "No, no, what I mean is that perhaps some ruffian from the land of Egypt has come forth to attempt to frighten people into the belief of a curse."&nbsp; Her smile was warm and patient, suggesting that she didn't mind those who would believe in such things even if she showed no inclination herself.&nbsp; "No, that seems far more likely."<br><br>Her head turned to Dr. Harman, shining her smile in his direction.&nbsp; "Good evening, Dr. Harman."&nbsp; Her arm shot up to offer him the back of her hand as well.&nbsp; "Charmed, I'm sure.&nbsp; Would you like to share the events to which you've been privy this evening?"&nbsp; Near instantly she realized that that might come across as too interested a question, more than simple conversation, and mentally chastised herself to calm down and focus on the proper matters of etiquette.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 09:18:49</strong>
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				Nodding in agreement with both the doctor and indeed Victoria, he proclaimed “All these are more than possible I am sure.” Upon hearing the invitation for Mark to join them, he simply commented “Yes, please do join us for there is plenty of room.” He gestured to an empty chair. <br><br>After a slight paused he continued “So you were stationed in India. I too was there for a time. I thought you were familiar. Our paths most certainly would have crossed. I just can not recall quite yet when and how that was. I am sure that together we will figure it out. I, unlike you, am still an active solider, however due to an abdominal injury sustained in Ireland, this last fall, I have needed to take my leave.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 11:52:56</strong>
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				<em> Hell in a bloody handbasket was all that came to mind…</em> And that was not a good image for more reasons than one might care to know. For one at least four of the people in this room he knew or rather was aware of from certain more ‘private clubs’. He was also sure after some thought of the raven, that it would likely only mean more violent and angry folks would be getting involved, or were they already.<br><br>The young inspector seemed to become more than a little distracted for a short time a little perspiration fell upon his brow, this was a bloody nightmare, and the ‘boss’ was upstairs dealing with other matters. <em> Dammit</em><br><br>“My lady as you was not here at the time of the crime then I think we can leave your considerations and assumptions for the moment.”&nbsp; His attentions were on Victoria briefly. “Perhaps you might offer those later….I am sure one of the servants might offer you something to drink.” <em>Damn he needed a drink and more</em><br><br>He ran his palm over his face and then pulled out a handkerchief to do the same trying hard not to look at under pressure for more reasons than most of these guests knew.<br><br>“Now …”&nbsp; He then looked at the major “You are suggesting that a gentleman here tried to harm you?”&nbsp; The inspector looked to Lady Charlotte who made a slight shrug, as it was at this present time she could not help him, and it seemed Rupert would have to be arrested, though the lady knew that he would not be overly upset if it was this inspector that did.&nbsp; However it was rather a rough looking bobbie that led the poor man off.<br><br>Robert spoke again “I tell you …and I tell you again it was that damned darkie, what more do you need to know.”<br><br>Another sigh passed from the inspectors lips, this was going to be a long night. “Can we all calm down a little?”<br><br>“Firstly thank you Doctor we would very much appreciate it if you might look at the body, I will have someone show you through.”&nbsp; He wiped his face again&nbsp; “I also believe there may be need of you care upstairs from the shouts that have been heard. However my superior is there…”<br><br>The inspector was no fool, though others might consider him one, it made for a rather good cover, much as Charlotte had her own. “I am afraid you cannot leave until we have your statement sir, a grave crime has been committed thus I am afraid you will have to stay with your cousin here until we have finished.” His voice was a little stronger than it had been, for his nerves were on edge…and he wanted this to be over too. He looked to the cousins Brie and Kyan, still sure he knew the man…<em>oh my god….they hadn’t had they?</em><br><br>“Now does anyone else wish to divulge the events of the night….”<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 21:56:53</strong>
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				As the sight of the instructor hit her, the realization of actual death and possibly even the curse struck upon her as well.&nbsp; This was no idle jest.&nbsp; This was no attempt to entertain the guests with a story of what had occurred, something to which she'd been privy quite a few times.&nbsp; This was all real and dangerous, and if she didn't leave now, she might have to be carried out in a hearse.<br><br>"I see."&nbsp; She rose gingerly and delicately from her seat.&nbsp; "I think for now I should take my leave, but I hope to see the mummy on display."&nbsp; The latter was a calculated risk.&nbsp; If the mummy lasted long enough in this area to reach the museum, then there was no curse and everything would be alright.&nbsp; However, if it went missing, then it wasn't worth her life to attempt a chance to see it.&nbsp; Sometimes patience was all she had to keep herself going.&nbsp; Ironic that she would leave without the patience to wait for a farewell from the others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 23:58:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking her hand Mark bent over and kissed it, “Charmed my lady. I am afraid I have not been privy to much I had only just arrived before yourself as I had a patient to attend” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he nodded at Tyler, “Thank you.” And took the seat indicated. “Yes I am sure that our paths will have crossed at some point. I served on the North West frontier as well as Bengal and of course I did a spell at Headquarters.” Mark smiled, “Maybe we met in a professional capacity.” He nodded, “Trouble in Ireland, yes I believe that there are issues there. Although for the life of me I cannot conceive how anyone would actually want to leave the British Empire. It is a bastion of fair play and civilisation.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning to more immediate matters, “So there is talk of a Darkie being involved?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 01:01:13</strong>
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				<br>Rowena took to silent reflection as the talk of what had been and what was suspected erupted all about her, she glanced over at the inspector and the police as they took poor Rupert away. Perhaps it was unavoidable and of course they where jumping to the conclusions with the darker skinned gentleman, still that seamed at least the likely truth and place to start to her mind. She could not imagine that Rupert was really involved but perhaps the time in a cell would make him reflect upon his earlier inappropriate behavior. The talk of the mummy brought it back to her mind and despite the dreadful sense she had she would not accept the idea of a curse, that seamed unlikely to her there had to be a more reasonable explanation even if it where not one which could be defined at present. <br><br>Rowena turned from the gathering wandering alone away from the group she slowly circled and paced the room as she pondered, before coming to confront the inspector with a question. <em> "Perhaps you should check upon the spectacle we all came and where invited to see Inspector ? it may hold some clue as to what occurred this night, if it is still within the house that is of course."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 20:46:02</strong>
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				Seeing Rupert being taken away was a relief indeed. As the man tried to kill him. He would probably be hanged for that, he considered. After hearing what the good doctor had said he pondered “Yes the headquarters would be where I must have seen you, I am sure.” After daydreaming for a moment about his possible return at the mention of such a thing from the doctor, he responded “I do hope to return once I am healed but how it is at the moment it will be sometime.”<br><br>He liked it that the doctor believed the darkie to be involved as he thought on this, he noticed that Rowena had taken her leave. he looked around quickly and noticed that she was talking to the inspector. A pang of jealously ran through him as he observed this. His feeling for her had obviously grown considerably, so as he put his attentions back on the doctor, he proposed “Perhaps we should join Rowena as perhaps she is enquiring as to the darkie's whereabouts.” As he stood he looked to the doctor and suggested “Do you fancy a bit of an adventure good sir?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 23:35:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark smiled, “You know that is a jolly good idea. It is amazing hoe tame dealing with refined ladies in fashionable drawing rooms can be.” He looked wistful, “I never thought I would miss the rugged mountains of the North West Frontier, the hardships and the murderous tribesmen. But some how you felt alive there.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He laughed, “Mainly I suppose because at the back of your mind you where wondering when some crack shot tribesman was going to blow your head off.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he stood, “So yeas lead on to adventure.”<br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 17:20:57</strong>
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				So with the good doctor in tow, he ventured forth to the front line, where Rowena was still chatting to the inspector. As he drew close, he could hear her talking to him about the mummy. He stood by her side and took her hand before he spoke “I have to agree with Lady Rowena here, a viewing of the mummy might throw some light on the events that have transpired here and I would be more than happy to accompany her should the issue of the so called ‘fairer’ sex not being allowed to see such a thing come up.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 01:27:20</strong>
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				<br>Rowena turned slightly noticing the approach of the Major and the Doctor she almost felt sorry for the Inspector, disagreeing with her would of perhaps been slightly difficult but with two such men becoming involved also she felt sure the Inspector would entertain there wishes if only to placate them.&nbsp; <em>"See Inspector the good Major is in agreement, it should be checked upon well what do you say Inspector ? There is no more information to be gathered here we us ladies where as much in the dark as everyone else, and I am certain that nobody entered by the Major and my man Barnabas both honorable men I might add whom I..and my Father will support to the last should you dare infringe upon there character in any manner at all Inspector."</em><br><br>Rowena smiled to the Major and glanced over at the doctor offering him a polite nod that was a fateful coincidence perhaps he could provide some clues as to the nature of the deaths, although it seamed obvious that they had been stabbed Rowena did not rule out the discoverers that the sciences such as medicine could provide. With that in mind she turned to the Doctor and bowed her head slightly <em>"We where not formally introduced I believe,&nbsp; I am Lady Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin a pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; Did I overhear that you where of the medical profession ? Where you sent for to provide opinion on the nature of the murder and the victims deaths perhaps ?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 23:40:15</strong>
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				Mark inclined his head, “A pleasure to met you Lady Ashwin and yes you are correct I am a medical Doctor. Dr Mark Harman Chief Medical officer of the 5th Bengal Regiment of Foot, Indian Army, retired.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he shook his head, “No I was not called for, actually this evening was supposed to be one pleasant company with the entertainment of a mummy viewing. I was detained by one of my patients and thus missed the earlier activities.” Mark looked around, “Hopefully the Police&nbsp; will soon come to a decision and we can go to our beds with the knowledge that things are well in hand and those responsible will soon be facing justice.”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 00:27:46</strong>
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				<br>Rowena smiled at Mark as he regarded her and answered her query she listened with interest and pondered the possibilities of what light he might shed on the occasion, she was happy to hear that his lateness had been at the delay of a patient that said something for his character in her mind.&nbsp; All to often the Doctor's Rowena had met had been cold an uncaring uninterested in there profession for the cause of care it seemed, all to happy to indulge in high societies pleasures and ignore the sick and needy. <em> "I am sure that is an honor for me also Dr Harman, you know the Major here do you also ? He has kept me in the most pleasant company this evening." </em><br><br>She turned slightly to smile at the Major as she made a point to bring him into the fold of the conversation hoping he would respond.&nbsp; <em>"I do hope that the matter is resolved soon also, it is such a terrible tragedy for the family I am sad to say that I believe that at least one culprit may escape justice this night however It would seam to me that one of them has made there escape."</em> She looked around the room at those present and then remembered that Dr Harman would not be aware that not all where there as he had not been present.<em> "Not everyone is here you see the Dark gentleman that everyone keeps mentioning is missing, I do question myself&nbsp; as to his nature and indeed that he is a gentleman at all. I have met men of color before who are but there was something very off about him I must say, and I do not judge lightly."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 14:46:51</strong>
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				Felling the warmth of her hand in his as she spoke comforted him a great deal. He did not like being this close to the law and felt somewhat protected by Rowena’s presence. He responded to Rowena “The Doctor and I, seem to recall each other from our time in India, Rowena, I have to say that your company on this terrible night has been most wonderful indeed and I hope that we have more opportunities in the future Rowena.” <br><br>He smiled at her once again before concluding “As you say, one of the criminals has most definitely left the building but I fear that one or even two of them perhaps remain amongst us.” He glanced around the room for some clue as to who they might be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 18:03:54</strong>
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				He gave Emily a quick hug in the hallway, momentarily resting his chin on her head.&nbsp; He could only hope that things would be alright.&nbsp; He did not want to worry her but he was not immune to the effects of his anxiety.&nbsp; Moving them both down the hall he strode into the drawing room as if nothing were wrong, though one could probably feel the seething anger under the surface of his facade.&nbsp; <br><br>There were new faces in the room and another lovely bright spot.&nbsp; Under normal circumstances, he would have introduced himself to the beautiful young woman.&nbsp; Instead, he sought the other inspector.&nbsp; "We were told to give you a statement, my good man."<br><br>Cordial, he was, but his jaw was clenched and his grip on Emily tightened.&nbsp; Emily new when her brother was worried.&nbsp; Worried equaled quiet and angry.&nbsp; She just hope that he would keep his temper in check.&nbsp; It all looked bad enough as it was and she clung to him.&nbsp; More to support him than to comfort her own fraying nerves.&nbsp; Did she hear mummy? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 11:12:12</strong>
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				Oh for the sake of god in was getting worse than a circus in here thought the young inspector. It would be amusing if it was not actually happening. As the young woman and gentleman turned up he pinched the bridge of his nose, especially as it seemed some of the group wanted to play inspector themselves.<br><br>He briefly spoke to his partner who explained the situation upstairs. Apparently the mistress was found in shock and that the nurse had been murdered. Of course one of the bobbies had helped her to another room and the housekeeper had been sent upstairs to attend to her for the moment.<br><br>Malsika frowned when she heard of the death of the nurse, her husband Rober too looked slightly uncomfortable. It seemed that his brothers wife might be going to the asylum as some of their plans had not gone to fruition. He also had no wish to have strangers sniffing about, however if he were lucky they might destroy some evidence.<br><br>Bakerstone said he would accompany the group while his partner finished taking any statements. Damn but this really was becoming a saga now. <br><br>Simmons poke up then, “Right lets get this done and you can all get home, I am sure it has been a stressful night.” He looked at the man with blood on him, damn that he was gentry, for he would have had him down the station for a good beating quicker than one could say the word posh, his sister looked a little odd too perhaps they were in it together. Though the disappearing darkie…Still his young partner was rather good at solving matters for some reason…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 07:54:49</strong>
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				<br>Rowena smiled back at Major Tyler once more and watched as he glanced around the room she remained silent for the time, watching and listening as the Inspectors spoke surprised to hear about the Nurse she felt sure that must be a mistake. She noticed the frown and uncomfortable demeanor in Malsika and Robert that reaffirmed her theory slightly it was a tangled web,&nbsp; she was sure that Malsika was involved in all this some how her and that other gentleman that she had been a plan to assure power and wealth came her way.&nbsp; She was not sure about the brother however she had dismissed him as being ignorant of the matter at first but now she wondered, could this be the explanation for it all.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She looked back the Major and spoke once again <em>"Ah that is fortunate, I am sure that if I inquire the Doctor can tell me tales of you and your men. I suspect he has a wealth of knowledge on the practices and customs of India also, I have visited myself but I doubt that I got to see anything like you may have. Yes there will be plenty of occasions I am sure, I really must become more involved in such things now that I am in more permanent residence."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 18:40:28</strong>
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				Whilst the inspector spoke, he continued to glance around the room. Seeing the saddened expressions on Malsika and Robert upon hearing that their sister in law was not dead confused him greatly. Why were they not smiling? After all, she was family and why would they not take pleasure in hearing that she had not perished. Then it dawned on him, Robert was now the master of this household and she would be but a hurdle in his plans. Should he have such plans of course. He felt his imagination was getting the better of him yet again, so he stopped speculating and turned his attention back on Rowena as she began to speak to him once again. <br><br>Once she had finished, he responded with a warm smile “I am sure he does and more besides I would warrant.” He softly squeezed her hand before concluding “I am sure as the evening progresses we will all have enough time to share our individual experiences. Perhaps by the time we all head home to rest we could have turned a rather unfortunate night into one to remember for the better.”&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 03:31:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div>As Andrew sat upon the box in the store room, he scribbled furiously on pad of paper balanced on his knee, twisted at an odd angle to make the most of the oil lamp next to him;<br><em><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>~Her angel curled hair <del>fluttered </del>swayed in the morning breeze, tresses like silk that gleamed as <del>polished</del> spun gold&nbsp; in the dawns light. Her face, pale as <del>snow</del> <del>lilies</del> <del>daisies</del> milk and smooth as marble, upon which her rose tinted lips sighed softly. ~</span></em><br><br>Andrew sighed, thinking about the faces he had seen over dinner, the convocations that had happened around him. He had almost spoken up on three occasions but found that as soon as he had managed to compose his words to a pattern that pleased him, then the convocations had moved on and the moment was lost. His mind was already buzzing with new ideas, his muse pulling him to his work but he was expected to talk with the men in the Library... But he despised it when people gathered in Libraries, their loud barking words drowning out the whispers of the books, which they would barely even look upon as they spoke of money and lewd explorations into savage lands. With his hand itching to put pencil to paper and with mounting distaste filling him, Andrew had, in a moment of daring, slipped away after dinner. Not knowing the layout of the house he had ducked into the nearest convenient door - a storage room. He almost had second thoughts but the deed was already done and to try to get back to the library now would mean being noticed. So, here he sat, a writer answering his calling, even though he was surrounded by dust, brooms and old curtains.<br><br>Andrew hummed softly to himself, the pencil hovering over the paper, awaiting the next command of his muse. Of course, the fair lady must have herself a handsome man...<br><br>Smiling, Andrew set the pencil to motion again;<br><em><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>~From behind the fair lady, strode a man, his steps confident though he made little sound upon the diamond speckled grass. Tall he was, like a hero reborn from legend; his features rugged and strong. The lady tilted her head, but made no other indication of having heard him. She sighed again, looking out upon the wonder of a new sun rising over a <del>glimmering</del> <del>gleaming</del> <del>regal </del>sapphire ocean. As the man stopped beside her, his deep <del>brown </del>mahogany eyes were not on the spectacular panorama lade before him but looked only towards her, this lady fair, with quiet wonder. No sea, no sunrise, could match her for beauty.~</span></em><br><br>Andrew frowned down at his work. It was... missing something. He scanned the words, once, twice, three time and his frown only grew. There was something off, it just didn’t feel right! Frustrated, Andrew tore the page from the book, scrunched it up into a ball and threw it aside in disgust. The wretched thing bounced between an unused chair, pilled high with boxes, and some sort of pedestal topped with a vase of delicate silk flowers. <br><br>Andrew glared after the disappearing paper angrily before his shoulders slumped and he slid to the floor to crawl after it; it would not do for someone to find it, it was unfinished and frankly, not fit for viewing. <br><br>Reaching between the chair and pedestal, the dust down there assaulted his nose and eyes. Blinking rapidly, he stretched forward, reaching fingers teasing the paper ball back into his hand. As he moved to sit back up, his nose tickled and scrunched, before a violent sneeze overcame him, throwing his head forward and onto the pedestal with a loud thud. Horrified, he watched through blurry eyes as beyond the wobbling pedestal the vase smashed to the floor by the door, shattering and sending red and pink flowers everywhere...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 00:01:08</strong>
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				Of course the noises within the house and the talk of murders and even a mummy and talk of darkies and terrible magical darkness they were making the bobbies more than a little uncomfortable. Almost as much as having to deal with the aristocracy because one had to be careful with them, for they could get one into trouble. <br><br>One young bobby was passing the storage area, as he had been expected to search a few area’s of the house. <em> How the other half lived</em> still he had been able to grab a glass of scotch on the sly, and a good cigar too. He and the Mrs would share it later. However he was on edge there was something in the air…<br><br>It was then he heard the sneeze and then the shattering of something, he started, and tensed looking about with fear, after taking a deep breath he held it for a moment ant then threw open the door, his truncheon&nbsp; at the ready. “What tha blaady ‘ell…you don’t look like the darkie…”<br><br>There was a pause, “You need ta cam wif me Sir….”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 00:03:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark nodded as Rowena spoke, “It is true my lady, I do have an extensive knowledge of the practice and customs of India. However I feel that a knowledge of the practice and customs of Ancient Egypt may be of more value tonight.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he looked thoughtful, “Although it may be that the Egyptian connection may be just an illusion. A mask behind which to hide a murder committed for far more normal human motives, financial gain, gaining a title, jealously, hated or simple lust. Like a stage magician our attention is drawn to the left hand so that we completely miss what the right is doing.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 12:16:01</strong>
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				<br>Rowena was most amused and delighted by the Doctors comments she gently patted at the Major's hand and smiled to him before turning to speak to the Doctor. <em>"Oh how well you put it Doctor, I am sure that you are correct about the motives for murder and I am sure there is a explanation for much of what has occurred.&nbsp; We should of course concentrate on the here and now of course, I am curious about the Mummy however I did have the most peculiar feelings when I entered the house this night."</em> <br><br>Rowena lowered her voice as she added a final statement before glancing over to Malsika.<br><em><br>"My intuition tells me that there is something off about Malsika and that dark gentleman, I am sure that she is behind all of this in some way. The pair of them had been exchanging peculiar glances all night, I must confess I had assumed that the Lady of the house had been the second victim it would seam however that perhaps things did not go quite to plan."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 04:53:41</strong>
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				Nathaniel didn't like the look of him.&nbsp; Nor the look he gave them.&nbsp; He no more wanted to speak with this man than....well, he had felt the man's disdain and it colored the issue terribly.&nbsp; Was that...did he smell?&nbsp; Nathaniel's eyes narrowed and now felt his own disdain for the man.&nbsp; How did he expect good police work if the man was addled.<br><br>"Look here, I am appalled, sir.&nbsp; I made my way upstairs to answer the call of distress and what do I find.&nbsp; I door off it's hinges and a woman dead and the Lady in hysterics.&nbsp; I feel as if I am being treated as the criminal.&nbsp; Is this what I get for being a law abiding citizen?"<br><br>Nathaniel was getting angry.&nbsp; Emily could see from the reddening of his face and the clenching of his fists.&nbsp; She put a hand on his arm to quiet him and then mustered her best glare.&nbsp; "Inspector, I suggest you hurry and find the culprit.&nbsp; I will not have my brother be accused of something so heinous.&nbsp; There are many people in this house who are more worthy of your investigative skills."<br><br>How could the man look so...bored.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 16:52:13</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew written by Shadax, 'The bobby' written by Senti~</strong><br><br>“You need ta cam wif me Sir….” <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br><br>Andrew startled, flinching back with a yelp that was perhaps a pitch too high for his gender as the door opened. He blinked up at the officer through bleary, watering eyes, made worse by a still itching nose. The pain in his head wasn’t helping matters, either.<br><br>“W-what?”<br><br>“There ‘as been some trouble ‘ere tonight young man…emmmm Sir….” The bobby was not sure how to deal with this man after all he was one of the guests. If only he had not been passing this door then he would have been safe. As it was the place was giving the poor man and some of his colleagues the creeps.<br><br>"T-trouble? W-what kind of trouble? I know nothing of this." As much as curiosity nipped at him, adrenalin was still having its merry way with his body; were he not already backed into a store room, he would have been tempted to run. As it was, avoiding any further 'trouble' would have to suffice. Embarrassment was also a factor. "Leave me be, I have done nothing wrong. I was quite alright here before you interrupted me. Now, g-go about your business, somewhere else!"<br><br>“Look mate …don’t make vhis ‘ard fer me.” He looked at the frightened young man, “Listen Sir there ‘as been two murders ‘ere and who knows what else. The Yard will want a chat I am fhinking, especially as you are in a cupboard an ‘iding. We only want two know what you know that’s all.” The man even offered an arm to Andrew, he shook the thought that he was pretty out of his mind…the house must be playing tricks on him. <br><br>Andrew blanched; his already pale complection, as befitting his station and habits, whitened even more. Murder... Two people had died, here, in this house, while he had been under it’s roof? It couldn’t be possible! Could it...?<br><br>“M-murder?” He murmured faintly, looking blankly at the offered hand, which was still a bit bleary to his vision “I-I was just here... I-I was writing... H-how could there have b-been a... a...” He breathed deep, trying to clear his head. He had never had to face anything like this before...<br><br>“I-I suppose, I should...” He reached up tentatively to grasp the other man’s hand.<br><br>“Look Sir jast come wif me to ve drawin’ room and ven yeah can speak wif ve inpector, I am sure you ‘ave done nuffin’ wrong, after all vey fink it’s the darkie.” Well it had to be, though the bobby did not trust the man in the mask, though the dark woman seemed ever so nice and polite.<br><br>Wobbling a little on his feet, in some mild state of shock perhaps, Andrew nodded weakly, the bobby’s words sounding distant to his ears. “Of c-course. Yes... The i-i-inspector? Right. Of c-course. Umm, which way?”<br><br>The large inspector looked at the young man, as the bobby left, all he could think was that posh folks were all insane, still at least his partner had taken a few upstairs. Which was something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 12:36:10</strong>
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				<strong> The Scooby gang heading upstairs</strong><br><br><br>Along with the younger officer those that wished to investigate followed him upstairs, the lights were flickering and cast shadows upon the walls making the experience most unnerving, there was also scent very male scent on this floor, yes that would be the best way to describe it. There was a little blood here and some hair, black hair, thought it did not look human<br><br><br>The young inspector did a sigh, hoping that the others did not notice it, This was getting so messy and it was not something that they needed in the city. They had all had a concord for sometime and this situation looked to blast it asunder.<br><br>As the reached the room where the mummy had been held his hand actually found his face.&nbsp; His mind shouted out [<em> Oh Fuck….really big fat fuck…</em> he in turn tried to remain calm though the perspiration gathered on his brow.<br><br>The others saw the smashed window and the fact there was no mummy there. It had been stolen, though all the other beautiful artefacts remained. <br><br><strong>Those in the drawing room with Inspector Simmons</strong><br><br>The older inspector could feel a headache coming on, and was sure it would get worse when he returned him to his wife, after all he had been called out later and she had plans. The truth be told he did not know which was less appealing.<br><br>“Right we have two murders here, and still no one has really told me anything, save it was the dark man, whose name I have been given. Now you all say there was darkness? “ He did wonder if this was just a piss take it would not be the first time the Yard had been called out to a ‘party’ however this time there were two bodies.<br><br>&nbsp;At present it seemed Mrs Carter Brown was very calm, even more so as Malsika moved over to her. Robert tried to remain stoic, there was just two more matters to deal with then he would have the title. <br><br>The American industrialist continued to console his frightened daughter as the other guests continued to blame the darkie. Though how he managed to be in two places at once was another matter. For now Nathanial was safe…for now…the same went for Andrew, though hiding in the cupboard was not his best of plans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 13:27:20</strong>
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				<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br>She made her best not to make an sound and stay invisible, at the drawing room, when the older inspector made his summarum of the situation.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 15:07:06</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena upstairs with delightful discovery </strong><br><br>Rowena followed along after the inspector with Major Tyler and the Doctor, her aunt made a brief frown at the thought of what Rowena was doing but then decided for once not to make a fuss.&nbsp; After all it seamed Rowena was socializing and accepting a gentleman, he had been rather rude to her of course but well that could be forgiven such a man might make a real woman of Rowena after all she would not be young forever. Barnabas watched his mistress and followed along silent behind the group much to the disapproval of Rowena's aunt.&nbsp; <br><br>Rowena was actually excited as she climbed the stairs and the atmosphere only heightened her anticipation and curiosity, was she right did her insights and theories hold truths or was there some factors she had missed. Rowena longed to know and little would deter her now from seeking out the answers, she had to know if this Mummy was part of the nights escapades, was it just a diversion or was it responsible for the feeling she had felt.&nbsp; It was noticeable how Rowena handled the situation she seamed not to even notice the flickering lights or darkened shadows, so focused and used to such tricks in her own training as a medium they where almost normal to her. The hair, blood&nbsp; and smell however did effect her sense and she turned and covered her nose and mouth until a suitable distance was obtained from it,&nbsp; she glanced about the room finally when the distraction was clear of her mind and could not contain the delighted smile that crossed her lip or the widening of her eyes as a guess because fact.&nbsp; It was a remarkable thrill and it was not for a moment after that Rowena realized her glee and the slight inappropriateness of the situation, this had been a most remarkable night and Rowena was troubled by the fact that if it had been any other way she may not of felt such a thrill at all.&nbsp; She glanced down in reflection wondering at that and her earlier worries, she had felt strange all night did she deep down know this would happen and make no effort to warn on purpose but who would believe her she could not be sure of the truth herself until it was revealed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 16:30:44</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler hands Rowena an anti-stinky device</strong><br><br>Tyler already looking upon Rowena smiled back at her as she spoke to the doctor and gave her hand a slight squeeze. He found her foresight quite compelling as she shared her thoughts on the silent but present Malsika. She made good sense to him indeed as she analyzed the situation. He did not speak as she did this as he did not wish for her to lose her train of thought. He simply nodded until finally with his hand still in hers they were led out to go upstairs. . <br><br>As they went on their journey, Tyler could not help to notice the smell and destruction that was before them as it was clearly worsening&nbsp; as they progressed closer to the room. He pulled out a handkerchief for himself and Rowena as the smell began to become unbearable and handed one of them to her for her nose. He was already covering hers with her hand but he knew that his offering would improve her situation greatly. As he offered this she smiled at her and instructed “Take this my dear.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 00:21:20</strong>
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				The flickering light gave the corridor a some what spooky atmosphere and Mark wondered if the ladies could take it , they are such delicate flowers he thought. Although part of him wished that he had brought his pistol. But then again who brought their pistol to a social event.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The smell was interesting as was the hair and blood but the window was even more interesting. Mark went over to the window and looked down. “Are we to believe that the mummy was taken out this way? Seems an unlikely scenario, could be the broken window is just a red herring?” He looked around, “Any comments?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 08:42:05</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler responds to the Doctor's assessment and thanks his lucky stars</strong><br><br>Disappointed that the mummy was gone, Tyler turned his head to respond to Mark. Upon removing his handkerchief, he spoke “It would appear so, good man.” He quickly returned his handkerchief to his mouth as the smell soon became overpowering. Once he had gotten his breath back, he removed the cloth once again to continue “It is a shame that we were too late to stop this, not that I think we could have should we have been here to see it. Judging by the mess it made of that window, I consider the hurt it would have put upon us, if we had tried to stop such a thing.” He smiled at mark before returning the handkerchief back to his face.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 11:56:21</strong>
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				<em> Oh shit…shit..shit…fucking shit…</em> The inspector did yet another mental face palm, as he actually considered the consequences fully. This was getting worse with every moment; the wolves would be on the prowl, worse than that perhaps the bloodsuckers would certainly become involved. This was horrible worse than horrible. The young mans face paled yet further as he wiped his brow with his own handkerchief it was obvious to all he was nervous. He would have to talk to Charlotte later…and if there was a raven them too…<em> shite …shite…</em><br><br>The inspector took a deep breath as the others looked around. “He took out his watched and touched the area he was quiet for a time, and seemed to be in deep concentration. Suddenly he came around then fell to the floor twitching slightly. Speaking it seemed in strange languages. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 03:30:01</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew, making is way to the Mummy Room~</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div>Glancing around the drawing-room, at the ladies and gentleman there, Andrew felt a little overwhelmed. He needed a smoke, something to calm his trembling at the very least. Perhaps a drop of scotch too, if he could hold the flask steady. <br><br>“E-excuse me. There is quite a lot to p-process here and since I have nothing constructive to add, I would like to step outside. Ladies.” He bowed slightly to the women in the room, then with a nod to the men, made for the door, the sensation of being watched prickling the back of his neck.<br><br>Stepping out into the corridor and closing the door behind him - it would not do to smoke in the presence of ladies! - he began to fish around in his pockets, muttering to himself.<br><br>“H-hiding, indeed! That was not hiding. Can a man not find a quiet place to work in peace?! <em>Damn it!</em>” The exclamation slipped from his lips unchecked as he dropped his silver and onyx cigarette case, a present from his youngest sister two years ago. Fumbling to pick it up he almost dropped it again but bit back the second curse. <br><br>Straightening, he pulled out a cigarette, put it between his lips before making a frustrated noise and went fishing in his pockets again for the lighter. Unable to just stand and loiter outside the drawing room, he took off down one of the corridors as he finally pulled out his lighter. After a few paces he gave up and stood still again so could actually light the blasted thing.<br><br>Sighing after taking his first deep lung-full of smoke, he tried to calm himself and think, still only a few paces away from the drawing room. This was, he thought as he struggled valiantly with his nerves and his fear, a golden opportunity to gather material and inspiration for his writing. He took a step further up the corridor and stopped again; He had no idea where he was going, there was a murderer somewhere in the house, and if he got himself into trouble over this he might never live it down. He started to turn back...<br><br>Only to stop four paces from the drawing room door. If he went back in there, then what? Sit in a corner with only his own limited imagination and the works of other minds to fuel it? And where would that get him?&nbsp; What bleeding help would that be to <em>his</em> writing? The hand not holding the cigarette bunched into a fist. Taking another deep drag on the cigarette, the smoke billowing around his face as he exhaled it through his nose - oh! He would have to use that in a story! - Andrew turned smartly on his heal and took off down the corridor, through the confidence of his stride lessened considerably as the drawing room disappeared from view.<br><br>Walking down the corridor his eyes were wide as he looked around. When a bobby came out of a corridor ahead Andrew jumped, though thankfully the other man didn’t seem to notice. <br><br>It was a very nice house; good woodwork, beautiful tapestries, magnificent furniture and suitably creepy portraits; Andrew used to spend a lot of time hiding from a portrait of one of his great, great grandfathers back home and he still greatly disliked it now.<br><br>Wandering around, avoiding people when he could - still very uncertain about the situation - he came upon some stairs. By this point he was on to his second cigarette and had downed a good mouthful of scotch. The mummy was supposed to be upstairs, wasn’t it? Climbing the steps he wondered what it would look like; He had seen pictures of mummies, certainty, but he had found that a picture never truly capture the essence of a thing, merely gave a representation. He also hoped that these were the <em>right</em> stairs.<br><br>The corridor at the top was well decorated, though Andrew hardly paid that any mind as the lights flickered and he almost turned tail. His nose scrunched at the smell up here and for a moment he thought he might sneeze again but this only served reminded him of the throbbing pain on his brow and headache that had not completely dulled. From the far end of the corridor he could just make out a distant voice.<br><br><strong>“...an unlikely scenario, could be the broken window is just a red herring? Any comments?”</strong><br><br>The voice was vaguely familiar. One of the Gentleman from dinner? Andrew stepped forward towards to the end of the corridor and the door to the left. Perhaps this man could offer further enlightenment as to what the devil was going on.<br><br>Another man spoke, <strong>“It would appear so, good man. It is a shame that we were too late to stop this, not that I think we could have should we have been here to see it. Judging by the mess it made of that window, I consider the hurt it would have put upon us, if we had tried to stop such a thing.” </strong><br><br>Yes, he was familiar too. Was this the mummy room then? Had something been stolen? Some jewels or ornaments perhaps? Taking a last drag on the cigarette he stumped out the remains on a tray then considered taking another mouthful of scotch, but thought better of it; he never could hold his drink well.<br><br>As Andrew’s hand touched the door handle a dull thump sounded in the room beyond, like a body hitting the floor. Alarmed, he almost recoiled but his curiosity was beginning to push on him now. Besides, it could just be that one of the ladies had taken a turn for the worst. What kind of a man would he be, to run from that?! <br><br>Opening the door, his eyes widened; The broken window, the people that he did indeed recognise from dinner and collapsed on the floor...<br><br>“Jonny!”<br><br>Andrew rushed forward to kneel by the other man, relief at a familiar face drowned by concern over the state him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 12:54:40</strong>
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				Rowena took the offered handkerchief gracefully and lightly held it over her nose and mouth, she was far to distracted with her thoughts to be that bothered by the peculiar smell. God knows she had smelt worst in her times abroad why it was practically pleasant compared to some of those, regardless of this she kept her mouth and nose well covered while she peered about inquisitively. It would be easy to imagine she was perhaps shocked by the sights at last, but her mind turned over the facts and rejoiced at the thought of being right all the while she struggled to come to terms with the fact she was delighted by such a thing.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"There is much that seams unlikely this evening, and unfortunately some things which are indeed unlikely are true. The broken window could be an entrance or exit, or it could be a red hearing as you say...." </em>Rowena glanced at the strange hair and blood before continuing whilst gesturing towards it. <em>"And what of this..that does not look like human hair..what is that another red hearing of some part of a lowly beast left behind ?"</em><br><br>Rowena glanced across to the Inspector and Andrew hearing him call out a name only then noticing that the Inspector was having some sort of fit, she took away the handkerchief and rushed to the man kneeling at his side while she looked him over.&nbsp; "<em>Good god! Doctor I think he is having some kind of delirious fit."</em> Rowena listened carefully to what the man was mumbling while she looked him over, although her understanding of medicine was basic she knew well enough to let the Doctor handle such. She gently gripped the Inspector's hand however hoping that may help in the situation, all the while her mind wondered if this were indeed a natural occurrence or something more unusual. <br><br>Rowena looked to Andrew noting the concern in his face she withdrew her hand and offered a warm compassionate look to the man. <em>"I am sure he will be fine, just the shock perhaps do you know him ?" </em>Rowena did not really think it was time for introductions now, she glanced back to Barnabas who stood in silent grim vigil as always. <em>"Fetch some water or something Barnabas."</em> Rowena turned back to watching the Inspector as he mumbled incoherently, she did not really think water would be that necessary but it got Barnabas out of the way and his masked visage was the last thing someone would be likely to want to come around to see. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 18:17:01</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler assists Rowena and considers how Andrew could know the Detective.</strong> <br><br>With Rowena still close, he studied the scene more as something to do then actually inputting anything of use. His foresight was average at best and paled into insignificance compared to that of Lady Rowena. So he listened as she considered what she saw and nodded, in agreement, as most of what she said made perfect sense. Her analysis was brought to a standstill by a thump on the ground as the inspector fell to the floor. With that her hand was gone from his as he watched her rush to the inspector’s side. <br><br>Moments later, there was a new face in the room, a young man, vaguely resembling another from dinner. Seconds later the man spoke ‘Jonny!’ was it. How interesting. How did he know the inspector and so informally too, he thought.&nbsp; <br><br>So he watched in curiosity as the man went to assist the detective. As he did this, he realized that it was indeed the very man that he had seen during dinner. He had not exchanged words with the fellow as yet and where had he been up until now, he considered. He did not even know his name, so he felt it appropriate to pace over to the inspector to see if there was anything he could do to assist. Perhaps his name would come out in conversation. <br><br>The way, Rowena organized the situation as she instructed Barnabas was both controlled and professional. This only proved he had chosen well in her, as currently his life lacked the influence of a woman with conviction and intelligence. The way she handled the young man with said conviction was just what was needed in this situation. Tyler considered that he may have used slightly different tactics to control the room, but he preferred the way she did it overall.&nbsp; <br><br>So while he waited for the doctor to step forward, he kept his attentions on Rowena and asked “Is there anything I can do to assist you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 23:36:13</strong>
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				Following Rowena’s gesture Mark moved over and squatted beside the hair. With the nib of his pen he examined it, “No you are right, it is not human, but if it is not then I am at la loss to explain what it is doing here. I have not seen any animal here that it could have come from.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His head turned as the inspector crashed to the ground and Mark was only just behind the others in reaching him. He began to examine him, taking his pulse and examining his eyes. “Some kind of fainting fit. “He considered for a moment or two and then said.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Some one go and alert his colleagues, major if you could get his legs and everyone please leave the room. That smell could be some kind of noxious gas.” He glanced at the major, “Lets get him into another room and put him down, his colleges can take over from there.” He gently turned the inspector making sure his tongue&nbsp; was in it’s correct place before moving him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 20:02:38</strong>
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				<br>Rowena quickly moved out of the way as the Doctor check over the Inspector she knew well enough not crowd the poor man, she glanced to the Major with a smile <em>"No you help with the Inspector, I will be fine"</em> she said as she stood. She quickly placed the handkerchief back to her nose and mouth as the Doctor mentioned noxious gas just in case. It seamed unlikely to her but then it may be a plausible explanation for the Inspector's fit the doctor knew better these sorts of things, she decided to follow his lead and moved toward the exit of the room watching the men as they tended to the Inspector. <br><br>She allowed herself a brief moment to say one last thing in relation to the doctor's earlier remark<em> "I know not of any animal that would steal and murder, it certainly does not look like any animal one would be likely to keep or bring into a home."</em> <br><br>She waved Barnabas away as he returned with a jug of water and begun to descend the stairs once more, peering back to make sure the men where fine and things where proceeding well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 22:25:41</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler helps the doctor</strong><br><br>Tyler nodded to them both and followed Mark’s instruction to the latter. After smiling to Rowena, he moved to the inspector’s feet and assisted in the lifting of the man into another room.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 04:11:44</strong>
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				<strong>~~Andrew in the mummy room, fussing and being jealous~~ </strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Andrew fretted over the collapsed man, hands hovering, wanting to touch and check but not certain how or where. His teeth worried over one lip slightly, barely noticing the other people in the room until a lovely brunette woman in finely jewelled attire spoke to him, kindly,<br><strong><br>"I am sure he will be fine, just the shock perhaps do you know him?" </strong><br><br>“I... Yes, I d-do. Thank you...”<br><br>His eyes darted up to her as she spoke but worry had him looking back down at Jonny again. He had seen the man unconscious before, but not like this, never like this. His hand eventually settled, one on a shoulder, the other just above his heart. This shaking could not be good, could it? Should he try to stop it? <br><br>The woman called for water and Andrew felt a flash of shame at his fear and lack of knowledge on how to act. When an older, slightly tanned looking man came over Andrew pulled back, moving out of the way when the man examined Jonny and his heart sunk further. He should have know that, should have checked for those things! His jaw tightened when the man, a doctor he assumed, told someone else - a handsome gentleman, older then him, with dark slightly curled hair, a <em>major</em> - to grab Jonny’s legs and move him. Could they not see that he knew this man? <em>He</em> should be the one to help carry him! Despite the fact that the mention of gas in the room made him feel slightly faint, he should be the one to help, regardless!<br><br>Fighting back a frown, he followed closely when Jonny was moved, watchful and paying far too little mind to the rest of the room then was probably good for him. He glared at the backs of the other men as they walked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 23:12:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once the inspector had been moved and made comfortable Mark nodded his thanks to the major and then kneeling down examined him again. “I can only give him a limited examination. I was only out for an evening’s entertainment so I did not bring my bag or my pistol but he seems to OK as far as it goes. <br>If it is a fit he should come out of it himself.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He stood and turned to the man that had followed them. “I overheard you saying that you knew the inspector. Has he a history of fits or faints? If he has not then I will suggest to him once he has recovered that he goes and sees his doctor as soon as possible.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 12:27:51</strong>
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				<strong>Upstairs with Johnny</strong><br><br>The young inspector was in a frightening nay terrifying world of darkness. Such horrors filled his mind, het they were so ghastly she could not take it in fully his mind tried to block them out, his brain saved most of his sanity. Finally he half twitched into a half state of wakefulness. His brow was glistening with perspiration, his breath was quickening in panic, his face was pale with fear. He reached out then still mumbling as if in a fitful dream. It was Andrew his grasped as his eyes opened wide then and he spoke planly but in a voice filled with terror.<br><br>“They will release it….they will release it…” His mind was still in turmoil but this was worse than anything his that he had seen or understood thus far in his life, and these sleepers did not understand…how could they.<br><br>The mans body was still shaking and he was still clutching Andrew, “It is …it is…” For now he could not find words, but what he did know was none of these people here would be the same again…even if they were ignorant now to their fates. {<br><br><strong> In the drawing room</strong><br><br>Inspector Simmons took any final statements that needed to be taken. Of course they would investigate further, but dealing with this class of people did make things difficult. It was then a bobby came down and explained the fact that his partners was indisposed. For the sake of God the night could not get much worse.<br><br>“Well it seems at present we will have to investigate further, if you might all leave your cards with me I may have to speak to you at a later date.”<br><br>It was then he looked at the small maid <strong>Bethany</strong> shrinking in the corner. “Perhaps you might show me downstairs luv, so I can speak to the servants.” He was not so worried about Jonathan for at least he had a doctor with him. To be honest he just wanted to go to sleep… As it was it seems this 'darkie' was implicated if they could find him it would make things very easy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 21:01:40</strong>
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				<strong>In the drawing room</strong><br><br><strong>Bethany </strong>smiles to the inspector, as she felt that he was the only sane thing here in the room<strong> " Of course sir, this way please"</strong> she opened the door for the inspector, showing him the way to servant's quarters and the kitchen, where she knew they would be massing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 07:08:26</strong>
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				Nathaniel seethed in his silence.&nbsp; He held his shivering sister, though he could feel her anger, she was of a more delicate nature.&nbsp; The fact that she had the strength not to faint from her ordeal made him proud.&nbsp; Emily Rose was made of sterner stuff.&nbsp; After the statements were given, he politely made his leave.&nbsp; He thanked the host and made haste.<br><br>Putting his sister in the carriage and sliding in beside her, he looked back at the dwindling townhome.&nbsp; As he turned away, he noticed an odd shadow beneath a lamp post.&nbsp; When he looked back no one was there.&nbsp; He shivered, the cold setting into his bones.&nbsp; Whatever this night had wrought, there were too many things unexplained.&nbsp; He turned to his sister, her eyes wide and frightened.<br><br>"What is it?," he asked her mildly.&nbsp; She had that look.&nbsp; The look of the touched.&nbsp; The thing they tried to hide from the world.&nbsp; He wasn't stupid.&nbsp; If his sister had a warning, he knew to listen.&nbsp; She clutched his arm, the nails digging in.<br><br>"I can feel them, brother," she said, her voice no more than a whisper.&nbsp; "Something truly wicked comes upon us all."&nbsp; Her voice rang of doom and then for the first time since this dreadful night began, she fainted into her brother's arms.&nbsp; He said nothing and rocked her all the way home as they did when they were children.&nbsp; He did not have Emmy's gifts but his gut wrenched when something was amiss.&nbsp; Got him out of enough bad spots.&nbsp; All the way home, Nathaniel looked out the window and all the way home he felt as if eyes were upon them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 16:41:27</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena downstairs once more</strong><br><br>Rowena moved downstairs rather swiftly and tucked the handkerchief away once she reached the bottom, she glanced around and then moved out of the way of the staircase so as not to obstruct the Doctor, Major and Andrew. She soon caught sight of Barnabas as he moved along behind Rowena's footman who was carrying a pitcher of water, she sighed slightly but realized why Barnabas had not retrieved the item by himself. <br><br>She stopped the pair before they could reach the staircase not wanting to block the passage for the men, she took the pitcher from her footmen and gave a thankful nod. "Thank you, please go and tend to my aunt won't you."&nbsp; She is likely kicking up some sort of fuss by now Rowena silent thought to herself, she turned and took the pitcher with her to wait nearby the bottom of the stairs. <br><br>When the men arrived with the Inspector she followed along behind waiting until they had settled him down somewhere comfortable, she glanced to the Major offering a slightly brief smile before looking to the Doctor.&nbsp; <em>"I have some water here if it may be of any help, when he comes around."</em><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 21:18:30</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler follows Rowena downstairs and requests to leave this night of nights</strong><br><br>He watched as the inspector showed signs of coming around. It was good to be out of that feted room. What was the crazed man babbling on about “They will release it” release what? he thought. He had not the time to consider this. He wanted to leave as he had seen quite enough for one night. <br><br>When Rowena moved to leave, Tyler moved with her. Upon reaching the stairwell, he watched as she took the water from her man, Barnabas, before dismissing him finally.<br><br>When she smiled briefly at him, he returned the gesture in kind. It looked as though his unspoken wish to leave might be answered as they all seemed to be heading downstairs. <br><br>Once downstairs, he gestured to a maid, whilst Rowena spoke to the Doctor. Once she was within speaking distance, he requested “Find my Bat man, Mr Cooper, for I wish to leave very soon.” The maid nodded and scurried downstairs where she had seen Mr Cooper just moments ago. He turned back then listen to the conversation between Rowena and the doctor, waiting patiently for them to finish while she watched the stairwell for Copper to return to him.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 00:05:18</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew, wanting to help his friend~</strong> <div class="floatright"> (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br><br>Andrew glowered at the backs of the other men as they carried Jonny. They are only trying to help him, the thought to himself over and over in his head, They are only trying to help him... He blamed his nerves and unease with the whole situation for turbulent emotions. He was always so good at keeping his appearance in the past, always so wary of what others may think. He blinked, trying to smooth his brow but worry at seeing Jonny like this gnawed at him, made him feel...<br><br>As they set him down, Andrew moved to stand next to the doctor as he examined him.<br>&nbsp;<br>He listened to what the other man had to say but most of it, save the part about Jonny seeming to be all right everything considering. Andrew was not too certain himself, but the word of a Doctor was comforting. When he was addressed by the older man, it took him a moment for him to turn his attention from the murmuring, seemingly unconscious form of the inspector.<br><br><strong>“.. you knew the inspector. Has he a history of fits or faints? If he has not then I will suggest to him once he has recovered that he goes and sees his doctor as soon as possible.”</strong><br><br>Andrew blinked, trying to catch up and respond. “Y-yes... I have seen him faint before... b-but n-not like this...” Trying to think, his eyes fixed back on Jonny. Yes, he knew a doctor... “I can have him seen to, when we leave.”<br><br>He barely finished speaking when Jonny seemed to begin to come round. Andrew took half a step closer, reaching into his pocket without thinking to pull out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat that was threatening to trickle into Jonny’s eyes. His hand had barely reached into his breast pocket however when Jonny reached up, one arm grasping the hand reaching up to his pocket, the other grabbing his lapels, pulling him forward nearly overbalancing him.<br><br>Andrew’s eyes were wide, both from the proximity -<em> let go, let go, let go! What will they think!?</em> - and his words; <strong>“They will release it….they will release it…”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong><br><br>Utterly torn, Andrew didn’t know weather to pull his friend closer, or to push him away. But he was sick, so maybe... Feeling suddenly brave as the inspectors words died down and he seemed to calm slightly, Andrew manoeuvred himself so the inspectors arm was over his shoulders, helping to hold the other man up. He considered giving him something to drink first, before moving him but now he just wanted to leave.<br><br>“I-I think, that I had best get him away. I can call his doctor and have someone organise his business here, if necessary.”<br><br>He looked up at the doctor before actually getting up - just in case. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 00:41:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How curious those words of the inspectors, they will release it? What did they mean Mark pondered, or did they even have a meaning as opposed to being the ramblings of a confused mind?<br>The science of the mind was only at the early stages although he had read some interesting papers on the subject.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But really give him a straightforward cut or break you really knew where you where with one of them. The mind was very imprecise and open to interpretation, not to his taste at all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The inspector’s friend was getting him up and saying that he would take him to a doctor. “That is a very good idea young man and when you do make sure that the Doctor prescribes a sleeping draught. A good nights sleep will do him wonders.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Considering Mark added, “You had best inform the other inspector or one of the uniformed constables that you are taking him out of the house.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 02:02:02</strong>
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				<br>Rowena was most distracted by the Inspector's words although she did not question to what he refereed, that answer seamed to come quickly to her mind the question she asked and pondered was if such was possible. She looked up after a moment and smiled to the Doctor, Inspector and Andrew before moving off with the Major, still unable to shake the thoughts from her mind eventually she turned to the Major and muttered silently.&nbsp; <em>"The mummy of course...that is why they have taken it Id assume, it is at the heart of all this I am sure."&nbsp; </em><br><br>Barnabas placed a coat over Rowena's shoulders and she wrapped it gently about herself smiling slightly and still distracted she turned to the Major again. <em>"Thank you for your wonderful company this evening Major, it will certainly not be forgotten by me soon. I shall write to you, we will meet again I am sure hopefully without such incident." </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 20:25:30</strong>
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				As he listened to Rowena, he observed Cooper coming up the stairs. The maid had clearly found him and as instructed the man was walking towards him. He smiled at his companion as he got close, then his eyes turned to the speaking Rowena. By this time he had been given his coat and was, like Rowena in front of him, putting his on too. <br><br>Once the good lady had finished speaking, he smiled to her warmly and responded “It has indeed been an honour and an absolute pleasure to have met you on this eve. I look forward to receiving said letter and I hope such a correspondence will find it swiftly to my door as I am sure that such an encounter will be without incident.” <br><br>With his coat now button and Cooper dispatched to the horses, he slowly made his way towards the main door and into the night. Just at the door, however, he turned to Rowena and took her hand to kiss it. “Until that letter then my dear.” His eyes then connected with hers and with a final smile he was gone. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 13:20:04</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew, leaving with the younger inspector~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br><br>Andrew nodded as he listened to the Doctor, acutely aware of Jonny’s presence next to him as he pulled the other man to his feet.<br><br>A sleeping drought, he could remember that. He was internally cursing himself at forgetting to think of informing the other inspector or the bobbies but that would be quickly rectified.<br><br>“T-Thank you, I w-will remember.”<br><br>Nodding and smiling meekly to the other Ladies and Gentleman, he part carried, part guided and part dragged the inspector out of the room, towards what he sincerely hoped were the main doors of the house. He was glad that it was not long after he had left their sight when he bumped into one of the bobbys patrolling the house.<br><br>“Ah! Y-you there! I know this man and he has had a b-bad turn. I am taking him away to his doctor. Help me to get him to my cab.”<br><br>The bobby’s eyes widened in alarm as he rushed to help with a stuttered ‘Yes sah!’. Andrew was immensely grateful though he didn’t show it. Possessive concern and bluster aside, he doubted he would have been able to carry Jonny all the way back to his cab without making a fool of himself and having to drag the other man by his wrists - which was of course unthinkable! Not to mention, that uncomfortable possibility of getting lost while trying to care for a sick friend.<br><br>When they came across the next Bobby, Andrew asked him to inform the senior inspector that inspector Bakersfield (Andrew with quietly pleased with himself at remembering the formality) had taken a bad turn but seemed like he would be fine and was being taken to see a Doctor to be safe. The man rushed off quickly as expected and Andrew in tern quickened his pace slightly. It may have been a good idea, may have been proper for Jonny’s associate to see him before he went but Andrew was fast growing so sick of the house, the whole accursed night, that he just wanted to leave with Jonny. Now.<br><br>So it was that when the main entrance came into view that his sigh of relief was audible. There was some fuss from the staff and constables at the door when they were noticed, of course, to see the inspector in such a way but Andrew, losing patience, only ordered them move and bring his coach forward with greater haste; could they not see the poor man was ill?<br><br>Finally, his coach was pulled up to the main door. The driver, Morgan Jones whom Andrew had known since he was ten and employed since he was seventeen, looked on with concern as the young inspector was manhandled into the carriage by Andrew and two of the bobbies.<br><br>Once settled, Andrew made to sit opposite the inspector, only to dive forward in order to catch him when he almost toppled head first onto the floor. Waving away a concerned bobby, Andrew, thinking it appropriate enough, moved to sit next to the other man, keeping a hand on his shoulder to stop him falling again. Nodding to the people gathered outside, he ordered the door shut and for the driver to pull away. The lurch as the coach began to move, felt like the jolt needed to move the weight that had settled on him ever since that bobby had walked in on him in that blasted store room. Sighing, he sagged in his seat as the clamour of that accursed house pulled further and further away.<br><br>Glancing over at Jonny his fingers flaxed against his shoulder. Blinking in the poor light from outside, shaking, the night catching up with him, he moved away just long enough to close the curtains, blotting out any meagre light from outside and any prying eyes. Almost pitch black, he didn’t need to see as he slid back next to Jonny and pulled the other man close, wrapping his arms around him. Brushing a light kiss to the other man's sweat damp brow, hair tickling his face he whispered into the dark, “Jonny, love, what is wrong?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cordial Invitation (IC: Upstairs at the Gathering.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 01:01:54</strong>
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				The inspector was only half awake as the curtains were closed, the darkness made him start, just a little but the embrace and the kiss started to relax him. He let out a noise, there were no words and moved in closer to Andrew needing to find some safe haven from the horrors he had just seen, horrors that none would understand, he leaned into the kiss that might only be on his brow but it was contact.<br><br>Moving yet closer, if that was possible, in his state of half consciousness his lips spoke strange words and then once more spoke of that which would be released. Then rather clumsily in the darkness Jonathan let his mouth pass over Andrews face, and they eventually found his lips, hoping that they might bond.&nbsp; <br><br>He was still so shaken by the events before, he could not be sure of his actions, but Jonathan started to kiss Andrew fully. For now he could not explain the things that he had seen and just sought comfort. His hands stroked the smooth skin of face of the man beside him though his kisses became a little more passionate. Of course he knew it was wrong but after tonight ….what was wrong…?<br>.<br><br>He was still only half conscious but that was better than not conscious at all..<br>
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