A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)
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				Title: <strong> A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 13:47:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Cordialinvitation.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong> Downtimes</strong><br><br>As it is there will a thread for us all to use for anything that happens in downtime. A few things that will be occur before I set up, yet can be played through. Some of the maids will have to prepare to move to the country estate. (Also another couple of maids will disappear) <br><br>The children’s mother will be put in an institution as she is clearly insane, (thus now only Helena is their carer.) As James is the heir it is a precarious situation, for both the children and her.<br><br>I do have plans for various situations to continue on to do with vampires and other investigations. <br><br>First I would love folks to PM me with clans they might wish I have some ideas for some. I do want to offer choices though.<br><br>Part of it will be as in downtimes I can start the story of the embrace, for each character.<br><br>If players want to get together outside the main story I am more than happy with that too.<br><br>Also we will finish what is happening in the house. But they can run parallel if need be? <br><br>Please I would also ask that players make a title in their post so we all know where they are.<br><br>Also thank you all for playing.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 10:19:20</strong>
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				Here are some of my plans for characters downtimes. Any of which can be played through. Also anything anyone wants to do between themselves is great. Time is now fluid. So was long as everyone in the thread makes a title.<br><br><br><strong>Helena</strong> may see the children talking to a strange woman in the park when she is taking them out. Also its worth noting that the raven always seems to be about.<br><br>As well as that she starts receiving little gifts, such as candied fruit, flowers and the like. At present though no card has come with them.<br><br>At some point if she looks out the window she will see a willowy redheaded lady and a tall man with a trimmed and tidy beard, he almost has the look of how one might see the devil.<br>………….<br><br>Of course while she is working late in the Evening <strong>Bethany</strong> will also see this man.<br><br>She of course will be helping to get things ready to be moved to the country.<br><br>The older inspector will return to continue his investigations but also to make sure that she is alright.<br>………….<br><br><strong>Rowena </strong> Obviously she will continue her usual activities of her gatherings at the tea room. However since the night of the murders she gets the sensation she is being watched.<br><br>One night two of the gentlemen she knows from her fathers club visit, and apparently though it is a gentleman’s club some one wishes to speak with her. Though she must go in the back entrance.<br><br>If you still want to go a head with a night at the theatre that would be great.<br><br>One evening she sees a huge scruffy looking dog in her garden.<br><br><strong>Major Tyler</strong><br><br>The major will certainly be invited to many events, which I am sure some of the wealthy are.<br><br>He will also I am sure visit and frequent a few opium houses. There he will recognise any of the characters that go there, including the young inspector. Also while there he will be sure he sees another person though they are dressed very differently and not partaking.<br><br>He too feels the sensation of being watched.<br><br><strong>Nathaniel and Emily Rose</strong><br><br>Both like many have a sensation of being watched.<br><br>Emily Rose will have terrible nightmares.<br><br>She will however be sent flowers and gifts, though at the moment like Helena there will be no card with it. Though it is likely to have been someone from the party. However the most recent flowers are just signed Jack.<br><br>If Nathaniel goes to those opium dens then he may well see Tyler and the inspector. <br><br>He will also be invited to dinner with the American industrialist and his daughter. <br><br><strong>Andrew</strong><br><br>Andrew indeed can meet up with Johnny at those poetry evenings, and he might even take him to an opium den.<br><br>He will obviously be invited to many events, social and charitable, likely the ones his siblings have no interest in. <br><br>Again there will be that feeling of being watched.<br><br>Also his father believes he may well have found a suitable bride. (Sorry its not Johnny in a dress.)<br><br><br><strong>Mark</strong><br><br>As with the others he will have the sensation of being watched.<br><br>He will be invited to a number of conferences and lectures on ‘new health ideas’.<br><br>One may even be at the asylum where poor Lady Winterstone.<br><br>There will be some interesting matters in his practice, and he will be offered some bodies to experiment on. For the right price of course.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 10:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler takes a trip.... to London</strong><br><br>It was not to take long, from the Winterstone house to his home in Ivinghoe, South East Buckinghamshire. He was tired and the horses knew that. Already he missed Lady Rowena and without her he was sure that he would slip back into his less savour ways. <br><br>(http://www.yha.org.uk/Images/Exford_tcm8-4030.jpg)<br><br>By the morning he was restless and demanded that Cooper take him to his favourite Opium Den in the East End of London. So with his recently cashed monthly allowance in his left jacket pocket, he walked briskly to his private coach and before he could say ride on, it was moving once again. Less then twelve hours after it had been parked. <br><br>Upon arrival, some time later, Cooper saw his companion leave the coach, he sighed as he took in the area. He had parked in a vile alley lurking behind the high wharves which line the north side of the river. He had parked by a steep flight of steps, between a slop-shop and a gin-shop. As Tyler, went out of view as he walked down said stairs Cooper lent back in his chair and slowly fell asleep. <br><br>Tyler continued to walk down the stairs, worn hollow in the centre until he found the den of which he was searching. By the light of a flickering oil-lamp, he turned the latch and made his way into a long, low room, thick and heavy with the brown opium smoke. He could make out the wooden berths that lined the walls.<br><br>Through the gloom, he could dimly catch a glimpse of bodies laying in strange poses of which some would look upon him as he passed them. Out of the black shadows there glimmered little red circles of light as the burning poison waxed in the bowls of the metal pipes. The most lay silent and some muttered to themselves or others. At the farther end was a small brazier of burning charcoal, beside which on a three-legged wooden stool. There was where he wanted to go.<br><br>As he entered, an attendant hurried up with a pipe for him and a supply of the drug, beckoning him to the empty berth.<br><br>There was a movement and an exclamation from his right, and peering through the gloom, he saw nothing that he recognised. However, clearly they had recognised him. <br><br>At the attendance request, he continued to walk down the narrow passage between the double row of sleepers, breathing in the stupefying fumes. <br><br>As he passed the tall man who sat by the brazier he felt a sudden sensation that he was being watched. In fact he had felt this for some time. If he had reflected on this at all, he would have realised that this had been according since his arrival at the den. He turned to the man to enquire, but he sat now as absorbed as ever, very thin, very wrinkled, bent with age, an opium pipe dangling down from between his knees, as though it had dropped in sheer lassitude from his fingers. He took two steps forward and looked back, before finally taking his place in a berth. Thoughts of this man soon to be removed by the first inhale. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 18:06:18</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena at the Bleakmore Estate </strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://i56.tinypic.com/14xpegg.jpg)</div><br>Scarcely a few days had passed since the night of the murders and already the staff and Rowena's aunt had begun to worry and wonder about Rowena, she had been locked away in her private study and library for days emerging only when she must for food and relief.&nbsp; Possessed by her quest for understanding she had poured over all the books in her study for a clue or glimmer of truth that might enlighten her, finding that the books she had where of little use to her however so took to what she was trained for and tried to find an answer from the otherworldly.&nbsp; She days pacing and thinking and pouring over the books she had discarded again and again only to return to them once more in search of that elusive clue that would trigger the answer in her mind, of a night she sat a called upon her talents as a medium and conducted her usual ritual acts to try invoke a vision or prophecy to answer her quest for an explanation.&nbsp; <br><br>She had tried to discover more about the mummy from books and studies of Egyptian culture and archaeological digs, she wondered just what was so important about the mummy and why it had made her feel such a way perhaps the answer would come with the discovery of its origin she mused. But she found little to relieve her frustration there seamed to be no facts that could answer the mystery, she became more and more convinced that the answer would not be likely found in any of her books that she must search out the unknown. <br><br>Rowena stirred from a dazed state as she rested in a high back chair before her desk littered with books, an open tome laying in her lap a guttered gathering of candles scattered all about the table and room. She glanced up confused at the disturbance the rapping and bagging upon her door. <em>"Your Lady... Lady Ashwin are you well?"</em> The muffled voice was hard to place in her disorientated state but she knew well enough that it was likely her maid Rose, she sat herself up in the chair as the mumbling turned to garbled bickering and then there was a sharp knocking.<em> "Rowena Bleakmore Ashwin come out of there this instance, ever since that awful party you have been skulking and sulking away,&nbsp; I don't know just when I thought there was some promise in your character.&nbsp; Come out now Miss right now you hear me this is foolish behavior why its utterly unbecoming of a Bleakmore!" </em><br><br>Pushing her chair back slowly Rowena raised to her feet and took a moment to gather her senses and wake up, she moved away from the table and across to a mirror glancing at herself the signs of the past few days heavy in her eyes and face.&nbsp; She turned and moved to the door and unlocked it and opened it up to see what all the commotion was about.&nbsp; <em>"What is it Maude!"</em> she exclaimed in a sharp cross tone her Aunt frowned and returned a look of anger and spite <em>"You have had callers asking for you young lady, Gentlemen here at the house asking for you by name. Who are they ? Is this to do with your Father again you mark me this will do you no good." </em>&nbsp; Rowena blinked and was a little shocked by her aunts tirade taken a back by the mention of callers who could that be.<em>"Well..who where they Aunt ?"</em>&nbsp; her aunt smirked slightly at Rowena and shook her head <em>"Oh it was not the Major or anyone from that party you seam so obsessed with if thats what your thinking my dear, no I do not know who they where only that there friends of your father likely they spoke to that awful servant you keep Barnabas."</em>&nbsp; Rowena frowned and poked her finger her at her aunt <em>"Barnabas is not my servant you know that Maude, he is a friend of my father and our family what that make you I don't know!" </em>she slammed the door in her aunts face.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Later that day Rowena made sorting herself out a priority and after a long relaxing bath asked for some tea to be prepared and for her footman to find and fetch Barnabas, she took her tea in the garden thougth the evening was drawing in close the sky had not entirely darkened.&nbsp; She sat in her garden enjoying the cool air and reveling in her solitude and the treats and tea before her, she performed her usual ritual of reading the leaves of her tea but did not think there was anything of worth within the cup this eve.&nbsp; Again and again her mind drew back to that fateful night she thought of all that occurred and those she had met, the Major was an interesting gentleman one she would not soon forget the fact he managed to distract Rowena's thoughts now said something to her.&nbsp; She would have to see about arranging a meeting again soon, and there was that evening of the theater she had spoke of, a gathering of those present at the party could prove an interesting occasion and a great opportunity to discover more. <br><br>Rowena considered things as she enjoyed her tea and sipped at it as she sky begun to take on darker tones about her, the estate seamed so quite and still this eve lacking the usual noise of the local birds. Looking up and around from her tea she gasped and dropped her cup it tumbling cracking and shattering against the table before falling to the floor, she was sure of having seen something in the corner of her eye but when she looked it had gone. She stood up and peered about looking for signs to confirm the sight but quickly deciding that the time to be outside this eve was over, she had asked to meet Barnabas anyway and this was not something she want to investigate on her own.&nbsp; As she walked to the place she had arranged to meet Barnabas she hurried her steps imagining seeing that big black scruffy dog again, always lurking in the shadows was it real or not was it someones dog got loose that seamed so unlikely how did it get into the estate. <br><br>She noticed Barnabas lurking about the bridge where she had asked and arranged time and again to meet with him when a discussion was needed, she knew that there was something on his mind as she approached by the way he paced back and forth and held his hands out of sight.&nbsp; She glanced to him and leaned back gently against the stone supports and railing of the bridge,&nbsp; she smiled lightly at him and spoke up. <em>"Some Gentlemen came to see me Barnabas ? I understand you spoke with them do you know them then."&nbsp; </em>Barnabas nodded at Rowena and moved closer to her glancing around before looking to her and speaking his guttural damaged voice a chilling tone in the surroundings and approaching night. <em>"Your presence is requested."</em> Rowena spoke up curious as to what Barnabas meant<em> "My presence ? where and who requests such of me Barnabas ?"</em> He shook his head and reached out gently but firmly grasping Rowena's wrist. <em>"I can not say Rowena, all will become clear please come with me now we do not have much time." </em>Rowena glanced at his hand about her wrist and was slightly worried by the strange behavior in her companion not much made him nervous other than his reflection and social situations,&nbsp; she nodded her head and smiled at him.<em> "Very well Barnabas lead the way I will follow."&nbsp; </em><br><br><div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2myrg4n.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 12:57:48</strong>
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				<strong> The Prince is concerned</strong><br><br>A middle aged man with dark hair was sitting behind a heavy oak desk, he was in a lavish room of dark wood and leather books.&nbsp; The furrows in his brow showed there was more than a little stress. A good deal more than a little, his face was pale and there was certainly a brooding look in his dark grey eyes.&nbsp; Things were not going well in his City the status quo that had been there for so long was beginning to falter.<br><br>There was a knock at the sturdy wooden door and a large barrel chested man with a huge beard was shown in. He walked certainly with pride but was deferential to the man behind the desk.<br><br>“My Prince.” he said with a respectful nod of his head, the other man answered and gestured to a chair. “Hugh…what news. I have heard rumours and none bode well. It seems the snakes have many plans, and the mummy that was brought to our City is one.”<br><br>Hugh spoke again, “I am afraid our concord with the wolves may be yet further in jeopardy. As one of their number may have been hurt, though I could not be sure… I will ask Isaac more though if he speaks to them I believe he will ask a price, perhaps Cunewulf might aid us too, as I believe he owes the clan a boon.”<br><br>The man behind the desk pinched the bridge of his nose, “And the mages? What of them?”<br><br>“As yet I do not know but we will find out.” <br><br>“It seems that it may be the folly of the herd that will spell the downfall of the City…however for now we must tread carfully, and I must go to speak with Suetonius…” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 22:02:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next day Mark read the paper and then as he buttered a slice of toast pointed to the paper. “That is the house which I attended last night, a rum carrying on.” His portly housekeeper Mrs. Evans picked it up and read it before placing it back down.<br>“Oh sir that must have been a all together and the Police involved too. That is just not right, people of quality like yourself having to be involved with the Police.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then like the respectable housekeeper she was she returned to normal matters. “I thought that a nice Dover Sole for your evening meal?” Mark smiled, “That will be fine Mrs. Evans, I have an appointment with Lady Porter this morning then I shall have a light bite at my club before being home at 5.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nodding Mrs. Evans picked up his empty plate, “Five o’clock it is.” Mark smiled, it was nice to get back to his normal familiar routine after the strange events of last night. Then he stood and getting his bag and coat he left. It was a nice day and he decided to walk, after all Lady Porter only lived the other side of the park.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 14:07:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>Helena writes to Cooper</strong></em><br><em>The Winterstone Estate, Sussex, May 1888</em></div><hr><br><em>Dear Mr. Cooper, Harry,</em><br><br>Helena wrote in a neat, narrow handwriting. A lady's hand. It was late, the children were asleep, the room dark save for the oil-lamp on her desk. She paused with her fountain pen poised over the paper, ordering her thoughts, then dipped it in the ink-jar and continued. <em>I hope you don’t think it forward of me to write to you. The thing is I don’t have all that many people to write to, and certainly not anyone who was there, that night master Winterstone was killed and the mistress lost her mind – for good, the doctors are saying.<br><br>A lot has changed since then, master Robert and his wife have taken in the children and me with them. I am in Sussex now. Winterstone Hall is a fine place, set between the chalk hills not far from the sea. Yet I find I miss Londen. More than anything I miss the sound of the city. It is so quiet here and I don’t find it soothing at all. It feels rather like the quiet before the storm.</em><br><br><em>Do you remember the night the master was killed? I can’t recall if I told you or no, but in the days leading up to it there were a number of strange sightings made. Curious people, a great shaggy dog in the yard. It is like that now. There is a strange lady in the park. And yesterday I saw a man in the garden who I swear looked like the devil with a red-haired woman by his side. I hope you don’t think I’m going mad – I do wonder myself – but I can't help but fear these appearances harald some new disaster. More than anything, I fear for the children. I fear that after their father and mother they will be next and the only ones to truly benefit are the new master and his wife, under whose roof we now live.</em><br><br>That was quite enough of that, she decided. They were thoughts that perhaps she should not be sharing, but the need to do so, to air her heart, had grown so great she simply had to tell someone. Her parents would not do. She did not want to worry them. As for her friends, since her family's change of fortune and her having to find work as a governess she found a lot of her friends had simply dissapeared. No, there was only Cooper. <br><br>Still, that was enough of that, and she decided to end her letter on a cheerful note.<br><br><em>Apart from all that, I am well. The weather continues to be good and the children and me spend a lot of time in the garden.</em><br><br><em>I pray you are well and hope to hear from you. <br><br>Yours faithfully,<br><br>Helena</em><br><br>She sprinkled a little perfume onto the page – like a love letter except it wasn’t, not really – then folded the paper and sealed it with a dark, burgundy blob of wax. <br><br>Tomorrow, she’d send it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 13:23:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Cooper writes back to Helena</strong><br><br>Upon returning from the numerous gatherings that the Major insisted that he be taken too, Cooper settled into the day with ease. With no engagements for either of them for the next few weeks he went to the door when the post was delivered. <br><br>Ivinghoe in South East Buckinghamshire was where he lived with a man who was quite literally his deepest of friends. The major of course was still asleep, he would not rise until at least noon. The usual behaviour for the man after a night that he had just had. It was now the month of May in the year of 1888 and as Cooper riffled through the letters he came across one which interested him greatly as it was addressed to him and him alone. The aroma from it was still evident as he lifted to his nose. A smell that reminded of a another time but from where he was sure off until he opened it once he had gone to the reception room to read it in piece. <br><br>He took out his reading glasses from the desk draw and sat in one of the chairs by the window. As soon as he was comfortable, he proceeded to read.<br><br>After he had read it and indeed digested its contents, he put the paper down and took a deep breathe. She had seen the man and the woman too and what of the shaggy dog. How strange. It could not be a coincidence, could it? <br><br>He must write back to her at once and arrange a meeting of sorts. So he stood and went back to the desk and took out the stationery paper and an envelope. He then sat at the desk and began to write his reply.<br><br><em>Dear Miss. Whitlock, Helena,&nbsp; <br><br>I do not consider your letter forward in any way and after reading some of what you have written I am concerned greatly for your safety. I am surprised to here that you have all moved and would like to mention at this juncture that I and Major Tyler will be visiting Brighton on the 20th May, and should you wish to meet I would be more than willing to do so. If you can, I will wait for you on the morning of the 20th at the tea room on the high street. I am sure you know it, it is the one with the white door and large glass windows. I forget it’s name but it is opposite the theatre. I will aim to be there from nine am and will wait up to three hours. I am sure the Major will be able to cope on his own for that time while I chat to you. You can bring the children if you like. Make an excuse about a day trip or something. <br><br>I can assure you that you are quite sane. As I too have seen, and so has the Major apparently, strange goings on over the past few weeks. You speak of a woman with red hair who is accompanied by a man. The Major has spoken of such a pairing on his recent visit to one of his local frequents in London. He did put it down to being inebriated but once he has awoken I will mention that perhaps he should rethink his original diagnosis. As for the shaggy dogs or indeed dog in your case. I too have seen such things. Now that you mention it I have become concerned that they are more than just random sightings. <br><br>I hope this letter finds you well upon its delivery and more so I hope that you can make it to the meet on the 20th. In the meantime stay safe and take care of the children as I am sure you will. My thoughts are with you.<br><br>Yours faithfully,<br><br>Harry</em><br><br>After he had finished his letter he prepared it for delivery. He then walked down out of the house and into the village to post it, before returning home to await the awakening of the Major.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 16:50:51</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew, heading home~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br><br>Andrew started slightly at the kiss from Jonny as he often did, even when it was expected; that thrill that jolted down his chest to curl in his belly, the way his head swam... he had never felt anything like that with the girls he had kissed. He held him tight as the kiss deepened, not caring if the muffled whimper he heard was Jonathan’s or his own.<br><br>His head span and his body felt heavy when he pulled away and he could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. It always embarrassed him, how quickly he would be gaping for air - at least, it always felt like it was too soon.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>He pulled Jonny close, tucking him under his chin and close to his heart as much as he could in the back of the carriage, luxurious as it was. As his mind began to register again the moment of the vehicle - and his breathing - he tried to focus on his plans for this tonight; Where would be best for Jonny to sleep, any pretenses that may be needed at they got out of the carriage incase anyone were watching, what to do if there were visitors, however unlikely at this time of night. All the while hands and fingers absent mindedly soothed over the arms and neck of the other man.<br><br>In the end, Andrew had to admit defeat as he rested his head back, mind too full of the evenings events and the man with him, to concentrate on much else. He stayed like that until the carriage pulled to a stop outside his London house.<br><br>Modest for a man of his stature and wealth, it was a haven away from his family and allowed him privacy to follow his own pass times. Including - he though as he flicked open a curtain to allow some light so he could straiten himself up to look presentable again and help the other man do the same - some space to spend time with Jonny.<br><br>Morgan opened the door, with Andrew’s housekeeper, Josephine, fussing behind him. “Here, Sir,” Morgan said kindly, offering his hand to the inspector, “let me help.”<br><br>Morgan and Josephine were two of only a handful of people who knew about him and Jonny. Andrew knew he could trust them if only because, as servants under his employ, not only could he fire them but he could see to it that they never worked again. He could have them living on the streets if he so wished, as much as the thought chilled him being a man who despised cruelty. The thought and threat were there non the less, driven by fear.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>They lead Jonathan inside and up to a Guest room, Josephine rushing ahead to clear away dust sheets and light the lamps, ordering servants to fetch drinks and fresh bed linen for Jonathan to wear.<br>As servants work around him preparing the room and bringing items, Andrew felt like the only calm point in a storm with Jonny as his anchor, whom Andrew made certain never left his sight. Finally Morgan saw the other servants downstairs while Josephine finished setting up anything they may need for the night. Andrew, sat in a chair nodded and smiled gratefully at her as she left.<br><br>He sighed deeply, standing to help Jonny get changed for the night. Weather the other man needed his help now was beside the point, Andrew just didn’t want to leave yet and this was the first excuse that came to mind. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 14:18:59</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena going to a gentleman’s club</strong><br><br>Rowena of course would know of the poor Lady Winterstones demise into insanity as it was part of the common gossip of those higher up in society. Of course they all felt that it must have been the death of her husband and even her nurse. Rumours were abound and of course some were filled with curses and strange dark men. Yes tales of mystery were afoot, something more akin to a novel than real life. Though the woman was more than aware that something was not right about anything that happened that night.<br><br>As it was they drove in the carriage back to more central London where she remembered a club that her father had frequented though it was for gentlemen only.<br><br>Once the coach came to a halt, two gentlemen approached in a most polite manner once they were introduced,&nbsp; Rowena believed she remembered them from when her mother was alive, though they had obviously aged a little.<br><br>They were most polite as was appropriate in the company of a Lady of such standing. “Please good lady perhaps you might follow us.” She was then led to the servants entrance of the club, after all this place was only for men and to have her be seen would be an affront.<br><br><strong>The Major in La La&nbsp; Land</strong><br><br>Major Tyler was sure in his sleep or rather dream state he heard the inspector, seemingly speaking with some prostitute though even with her accent he recognised or rather the voice, they talked of dark things, of trouble within the City. <br><br>Apparently they would have to meet for the wolves were on the prowl, and things might get more than a little bothersome if there was to be a war….&nbsp; Later that evening the woman said she would be speaking to others and see what could be arranged. For ‘Lottie’ was more than aware he was indisposed, and on that not the woman told him to be careful.<br><br><strong>No Burke and Hare…Mark</strong><br><br>It was early evening and the good doctor had finished his business for the day when there was a knock on his door. After a day of dealing with some more troublesome of lady’s the quiet was likely a welcome relief. <br><br>There were two men at the door, both looked to be relatively respectable gentlemen. The seemed to be carrying a body. However it was not unusual for money to pass hands for a cadaver, for medical purposes only obviously.<br><br>However the doctor felt a chill in the air from the corner of the room and was sure the shadows moved unnaturally&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 14:50:13</strong>
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				<strong>Johnny and Andrew</strong><br><br>The servants were certainly not foolish, but they were faithful and as they had been well treated, whatever the master requested or did not request was appropriate. Oh of course there would be gossip, but there always would be, no matter what Andrew did. After all he would be married soon…and likely his ‘little ways’ would be a thing of the past. Or at leasr more covered.<br><br>Johnny babbled a little …more than a little, about something being released and that it could not happen, he clutched then to Andrew, if nothing else than for human contact. The visions he had seen were more than most men could endure without loosing there mind. He drew the man so close now once they were alone, taking in his scent, so different from the sickening stench that he had experienced in that house of hell that he had visited, the house he had been supposed to investigate.<br><br>He then ran his fingers through this young mans hair then kissed him again, telling Andrew he smelt so good and asking him to lie in the bed next to him. It was not so much for any sort of sexual activities the young inspector was afraid and wanted someone close to him. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 23:10:05</strong>
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				Mark put down his paper, who was calling on him at this hour? As he went to the door he glanced at the hall table, his bag was on it packed and ready to go. He opened the door expecting to see a footman ready to tell him that his master or mistress was feeling unwell.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That it was two men with what was most certainly a dead body was somewhat of a surprise. But to be through Mark stepped forward and put his fingers on the bodies neck. “I am sorry to tell you gentlemen but your friend is well deceased and needs the attention of a undertaker not a Doctor.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 12:22:51</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena's visit to the Gentleman's club</strong><br><br>Rowena was most perplexed by this sudden request for her presence although it was by no means the first time her father had called upon her in a peculiar fashion, that was what it must be of course she thought perhaps he had heard of what had happened and was eager to speak with her.&nbsp; But that did not quite explain the seeming edge in her companion Barnabas, few others would notice it of course for the man was hard to read if you did not know him well.&nbsp; She found her mind wandering again back to that night with the murder and the mummy it was most intriguing, she hoped perhaps this evening would leave her with answers and not more questions.<br><br>As the carriage pulled up outside the establishment Rowena drew the curtain and peered out at the looming building,&nbsp; it's lavish decorations Iron wrought railings and imposing grotesques and gargoyles making it appear quite different in the evening gas light.&nbsp; Rowena waited for Barnabas to disembark first and then followed after him, he had insisted that they go alone and Rowena had made no fuss as she much preferred to be without her entourage.&nbsp; Specially when visiting such a place as this that would certainly cause a stir of gossip among the staff at the estate, Rowena took Barnabas offered gloved hand and stepped out on to the street.&nbsp; She watched as the driver moved on and the glanced to Barnabas who gestured the way, heading in that direction she treaded on with curiosity wondering where this night would lead. <br><br>Rowena did not mix words with those who greeted her and simply took to following them and Barnabas to the servants entrance,&nbsp; It seamed rather ridiculous to her but well customs where customs and she would respect it. She had no real wish to be seen entering the place as it was so the servants entrance would be much better, she amused herself with the idea of what they would do if the queen ever wished to visit the place as unlikely as that was the commotion it might cause entertained her mind as she waited to discover the purpose of this summons.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 14:22:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Helena makes her way to the Tea Room</strong><br><em>Brighton, Sunday May 20th 1888</em> </div><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.paranormaldatabase.com/gallery/images/sus1855.jpg)</div><br>Helena made her way down Bond Street, dressed today in one of her most cheerful dresses, dark blue rather than black, a neat little straw bonnet on her head and white gloves on her hands. Should anyone ask, she’d been to church (she had been), walked the pier, admired the Royal Palace, visited the Art Gallery - not far from here, maybe she could visit it after – but really, she was only in Brighton for one reason, to meet a gentleman. And without a chaperone! Despite the audacity of that, despite wanting to keep it a secret, she was quite looking forward to it. Finally! Someone to talk to who wasn’t child or house-servant or the strange new mistress. Someone who understood, judging from his letter, just how troubled she was. And a nice someone too… Well, she thought he was. After all that brandy her memory of that night in the kitchen was rather hazy. Almost certainly nice. And good looking, with a bit of a naughty glint in his eyes, or so the maids had told her in appreciative tones that had made her blush. <br><br>She paused as she reached the Theatre Royal, that famous establishment where some of the finest actors took the stage. She couldn’t resist looking over the program, wishing there was some way she might visit – not on her wages - before turning to look across the street. There it was, the tea room where she was supposed to meet Cooper. A white door and large windows, just as his letter had said. She waited on the sidewalk, allowing a cab to rattle on by, then crossed the street.<br><br>She opened the door to the tea room, causing a little bell to tinkle and announce her arrival, and stepped inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 15:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Cooper and Tyler head to Brighton</strong> <br><br>The next few days would seem like weeks as Cooper became more and more distracted regarding Helena and the danger that she was in. His duties around the house began to slip. However, luckily for him, the maid and the cook brought up the slack to an unnoticed Major. <br><br>Finally, Saturday 19th May 1888 came when he would take the Major to Brighton to visit some sort of men only gathering. They would spend the weekend there as was decided last minute. Cooper thought this to be more than acceptable as he was due to meet the lovely Helena on the morn of Sunday. <br><br>Upon arriving in Brighton, the Major booked himself into a private suite on the top floor of one of the leading hotels in Brighton and purchased an extra room for his companion Cooper, a few doors down from his. Unlike the Major, who, once unpacked, went out into the night to explore the many offerings that a soldier of his standing could find, Cooper settled in for the night as he did not want to oversleep for his reunion tomorrow. <br><br>During the night he awoke several times to noises coming from the direction of the Major’s room, but none of which gave him any concern so he quickly fell back to sleep. In the morning he awoke refreshed and once dressed into his tailored suit of clothes, he left the room and headed out into the morning sun. <br><br>It did not take him long to reach the tea room on Bond Street. Just before he entered, he politely tipped his hat to a lady and without any effort on his part opening the door for her. It was nine o’clock and by the smell of freshly baked scones coming from the kitchen, the place had only just opened. He took his seat by the window and ordered a large pot of tea. He then called the waitress back and requested some scones to munch on while he waited for Helena’s imminent arrival. He had only been her twice in his lifetime but the staff seemed to remember him. Had he created an impression on them and if so what kind as he had been accompanied by the Major on both occasions. <br><br>The tea and scones some arrived to his delight. He slowly poured himself a cup and took a scone from the plate. Once the milk was added to the tea and the scone had the butter and jam he took a deep breath and relaxed. Before long he was looking out of the window and watching people as the city woke up. Each time the bell went he would be knocked out of his trance to see who it was that had entered the Tea Room. Each time going back to his day dreaming as he saw it was not her. She still had time he thought as the anxiety and disappointment began to build within in. Until finally an hour or so later the bell chimed one last time. <br><br>He had seen her as she crossed the road in a delight dark blue dress. So he was not surprised when the bell finally rang. He waited for a moment for her to spot him, all anxiety and upset disappeared. Once she saw him, he smiled in her direction as he gestured with his hand for her to join him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 12:48:33</strong>
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				<strong>Helena greets Cooper</strong><br><br>"Mister Cooper," Helena dropped a small curtsy as the man stood to greet her, lowering her eyes demurely. "Such a pleasure to see you again." They weren't just empty words, spoken for politeness sake, she really was glad to see him, though she took care not to show it too much as that wouldn't be proper. <br><br>As she rose from her curtsy she took a moment to study his face, finding it just as she remembered it. The hair a little shorter maybe... Had he gotten it cut? <br><br>"How have you been?" <br><br>She remained standing, waiting for Cooper to offer her a chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 14:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Cooper welcomes Helena to the Tea Room</strong><br><br>“Please call me Harry, Ms Helena” he instructed with a smile as he offered her an opposing chair to his seated position. He could see in her eyes that she was indeed relieved to finally be here and quite possible more than happy to see him as she had suggested when she spoke. He of course was relieved to see that she was in good health and that no harm had come to her. As for seeing her again for his sake, he was grateful indeed that she had accepted his proposal of coming to meet him as he felt that their last encounter was cut a little too short for his liking. <br><br>In response to his wellbeing, he replied “I have been well but I have to say that I have been worrying about you for a large proportion of my free time and it pleases me greatly to see you here today safe and sound.” Once they were sat, he ordered more tea and scones as by now the plate was empty and the pot was dry, before continuing the conversation. She looked fabulous and quite comely and considering the reason for there met, to get her out of that house for the day at least, he still found her quite appealing. <br><br>As the tea and scones were brought to the table, he asked her “Can I assume, as you look stunning in that dress, that you are well? While he waited for a response, his thoughts briefly moved to the children until finally he asked “How about the children? Are they well also? As I see you have not brought them with you today.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 01:06:49</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew and Jonny settle down for the night~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)</div><br><br>It was difficult, trying to get Jonny dressed for bed, averting his eyes when appropriate given how the other man was acting. It was so unnerving and distressing that Andrew found himself fumbling over the other man’s shirt as he helped him into it; then when Johnny grabbed on to him, reaching for a kiss, it took all the concentration Andrew could spare to try and get the buttons done up at all, even if they were done wrong. Not knowing where to put his hands once he was done fussing over the buttons, they came to rest on the other man’s arms, eventually sliding round to rest on his back as he lost conscious track of them. <br><br>Eventually they parted and Andrew touched his forehead on Johnny’s, catching his breath. As Johnny began to sag, still clutching him, Andrew lead him over to the bed, pulling back the sheets and tucking him in. Placing a delicate kiss to his brow then his lips, Andrew was about to reluctantly leave when Johnny’s grip on his arm was joined by his other hand.<br><br>Wide, frightened eyes looked up at him, “Stay, please, stay.”<br><br>Andrew was reluctant; what if there was a visitor in the night? What if this caused the gossip among the servants to take a more malicious turn? What if... what if... <br><br>Andrew sighed. All the ‘what if’s in the world would not be able to take away the memory of those eyes if he turned away. “Of c-course. Of course I will stay. Just, let me put out the candles and shed this jacket. That’s it, let go...”<br><br>Gently he removed his arm from the other man’s grasp, moving with haste to snuff out the candles, shedding his jacket, kicking off his shoes and loosening his shirt. He decided against removing more of his clothes, blushing at the thought of it.<br><br>Walking back to the bed he was keenly aware of Johnny’s eyes on him. He pondered for a moment what to do, very aware of the heat rising from his own face. Eventually he grabbed a light blanket from the chest at the end of the bed and settled down on top of the covers next to Johnny. Holding the other man close through sheets, they curled up together, though it would be a while before exhaustion forced Andrew to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 13:03:28</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena at the gentleman’s club</strong><br><br>Rowena could almost smell the scent of gentleman even on the obvious back route to her destination. The scent of cigar smoke, port, whiskey and leather permeated the very air. The building too had a scent to it… no it had a feeling to it, something that the young woman could not quite put her finger on even with her rather unique gifts.<br>&nbsp;<br>She was lead through dark hallways of wood, such beautiful surroundings surely these were the more private chambers, for more important guests. She was lead finally to some most sumptuous chambers. However the most interesting items met her eyes though she could not be sure what they were, also the books that caught her eyes were intriguing…more so was the man that sat in a leather chair. Did Rowena know him from some where? <br><br>He offered her refreshments and then discussed something about his wife wishing for a reading. He was most polite and pleasant. Afterwards the woman was taken downstairs again it did seem the time had been well rather short, yet much more time had passed than either she or Barnabas had thought. Also there was a rather tinny taste in her mouth, as she travelled buck to her estate. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 13:17:54</strong>
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				<strong> Mark …Really this body passed away naturally </strong><br><br>The unsettling chill in the corner still remained and Mark was sure that thee was another presence in the room somehow, it was an eerie experience like one might find in one of those terrible penny dreadful’s…or perhaps one of those ‘Romantic’ novels. The shadows too seemed to be moving in a strange way, though that was surely just that there was a peasouper tonight.<br><br>The two men smiled, “Sir…Doctor…we are only trying to aid you and science, after all this poor deceased will not know, and think of all you might learn.” The other spoke then, “Out of this deceased think of how many lives you might save sir…for a small price of course.”<br><br>They too looked to that corner occasionally seeming to becoming more nervous.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 14:30:42</strong>
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				<strong>Helena sits down for some tea and polite conversation</strong><br><br>"Harry it is," Helena obliged, glad to have permission to use his first name. <br><br>She sat herself down in the offered chair and took a moment to peel off her white gloves. <br><br>"This?" She looked down at her dress as Cooper complimented it. It was nothing spectacular, not fancy or expensive, but compared to the severe black thing he'd seen her in last, the kind she always wore when working, it did look rather lovely. "It's just…well… I thought I'd try not to look like a governess for once," she admitted. "To be honest I'm glad to be away from the manor, from all of it, if only for a day. I feel so very uncomfortable there. Like I told you in my letter. It's good to be in a city again. And I’ve always loved Brighton. It feels like… Like being abroad I suppose…" all those exotic looking buildings. <br><br>As the tea and scones arrived Helena placed a napkin onto her lap and poured herself some tea. Deciding the color was about right she proceeded to fill her cup, then Coopers, and added milk and lemon for her own before buttering a scone which she put it on a plate and passed to Cooper, then buttered one for herself. She didn't even realize what she was doing until after she'd done it, and once she did she looked positively mortified. <br><br>"I'm sorry..." she spluttered, feeling her face grow hot, "I just... I..."<br><br>Oh Gods, she'd gone and served him tea and had buttered his scone like she was used to doing for the children. <br>&nbsp;<br>She took a deep breath, and, in an attempt to brush over the breach in etiquette, proceeded to stir her tea with the utmost concentration, gently, not clinking her spoon against the porcelain, and placed the spoon back on the saucer before lifting cup her lips and taking a small sip. <br><br>"The children are well, thank you for asking," she said after that somewhat lengthy pause, placing the cup back on it's saucer. "Surprisingly well, given what happened to their parents. Though I'm afraid they tell some very strange tales. Just the other day they were going on about meeting this... <em>Gypsy boy</em>. I would've told them off for having over-active imaginations except I'm not sure it's imaginary at all. I wrote you about seeing strange things...?" She met his eyes then, did he think her mad for that? He hadn't said so in his letter, had been perfectly understanding, even admitting to seeing some strange things himself, but then she hadn't been able to see his face as he read her letter and wrote his. <br><br>"Well..." she said, lowering her voice and leaning a bit closer to him, "Just a couple of days ago I found a hurdy gurdy in the children's bedroom. I moved it out but it was back in place only a few hours later. I even tried hiding it but it keeps... reappearing," there was a slight tremor in her voice at that last word. Yes, it was driving her quite mad. <br><br>That was assuming she hadn't gone mad already, she did wonder.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 15:05:35</strong>
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				<strong> Johnny and Andrew...</strong><br><br>During the night Johnny had certainly had a fitful sleep, he had spoken in strange languages, or perhaps gibberish, whatever it was he was afraid. More than once he clutched onto Andrew, telling him to be careful, telling him to beware. At other times his hands traced across Andrew’s part visible chest, as he turned to face him. He fumbled a little in his sleep so desperate to find someone to be close too.<br><br><em> So dark…its going to be awake…</em> he mumbled as he drew Andrew yet closer to him, until there was yet no space between them. Occasionally his lips bushed Andrews neck as Johnny struggled in his terrible visions and nightmares, needing peace…eventually he did relax. <br><br>At least he relaxed a little as he started to take in the scent of the man so close to him, as he ran his fingers slowly though his hair. When he finally awakened, or rather became in that world of half sleep, Johnny started to stroke the face of Andrew and draw him in for gentle kiss.<br><br>The events from last night were still blurred and somewhat frightening, yet this man so close to him offered sanctuary. Again his hands ran through that soft blonde hair. “Thank you…” he whispered…kissing Andrew again. <br><br>The two things the inspector knew was that he needed to go to the den, but something in his mind shouted that he needed this man to go with him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 17:23:40</strong>
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				Emily Rose....<br><br>Ever since the party, the feeling that someone was watching her never seemed to cease or let up.&nbsp; At night, she tried to keep the curtains closed but even then the shadows seem to follow her.&nbsp; Her sleep was disturbed nightly.&nbsp; If she did not wake up in tears, she was assaulted with heart pumping adrenaline and fear.<br><br>Tonight had been no different.&nbsp; She awoke in a cold sweat, her bedclothes soaked and a red rose upon her pillow.&nbsp; She The dream was becoming whispered tatters as she picked up the long stemmed rose.&nbsp; She dropped it with a sharp cry of pain as a a sharp thorn pricked her finger.&nbsp; A drop of red blood fell to her pillow and she immediately put her offended finger to her lips.<br><br>Her head turned sharply to the darkness, thinking she heard a sound.&nbsp; The nightmare rose up in her mind and the sound of blood rushing to ears as her heart quickened.&nbsp; Images of a man filled with sadness and rage filled her mind.&nbsp; She could never see his face but he tore through the night in search of someone and those that he encountered met a bitter end.<br><br>The moonlight streamed in and she could not recall opening the curtains.&nbsp; Emily shivered at the thought that there was someone in her rooms.&nbsp; She pulled the comforter closer to her chin, the sharp thorned rose clutched forgotten in one hand. Her eyes frantically searched the shadows but saw nothing.&nbsp; Her candle had long burned out and she was afraid to move.<br><br>"Is someone there?&nbsp; If you are, do not make my heart beat so and show yourself," she called out.&nbsp; Not that she wanted to know if something was there or not.&nbsp; Better it stay away but she felt so helpless.<br><br>Nothing came from the darkness and she sat the long night until dawn in vigil.&nbsp; She did not know when dawn came, only that she awoke once more with a start from a dreamless sleep.&nbsp; The growing light of day showed her room as it always was and she breathed her relief.&nbsp; Rising, tired and aching from her bed, having sat instead of lain.&nbsp; <br><br>She dressed and made her way downstairs.&nbsp; Their one made had prepared breakfast and she sat, only able to nibble toast.&nbsp; Feeling sleep addled she finally noticed the incredible bouquet of roses as the centerpiece of the table.<br><br>"Nancy?&nbsp; Where did that come from?"<br><br>"I don't right know, Miss.&nbsp; I went to the door this morning to sweep and it was there.&nbsp; There was a card," she said and retrieved it from the middle of the bouquet and gave it to her Mistress.&nbsp; She waited patiently as elegant hands peeled back the paper.&nbsp; Nosy as she was, she could only see the name Jack.&nbsp; Nancy didn't read well, but names were easy.&nbsp; "Looks as Miss has an admirer."<br><br>"Yes, It seems so.&nbsp; The flowers are truly beautiful," Emily said, smiling uneasily.&nbsp; There were near three dozen, flowing out from a porcelain urn.&nbsp; The baby's breath and fern only a mere backdrop to the glorious beauty of velvet red.&nbsp; "Be sure they are properly watered.&nbsp; And my brother?"<br><br>"He didna come home, Miss," Nancy replied.<br><br>"Of course," Emily said.&nbsp; Nathaniel had been staying out later and later.&nbsp; It was a wonder he even lived here anymore.&nbsp; She set about to finish her breakfast and begin her day.&nbsp; She reached out to touch a fallen rose petal.&nbsp; She wondered who Jack was.&nbsp; This was not the first bouquet.&nbsp; The man was a mystery.&nbsp; She fingered the bracelet on her wrist.&nbsp; It was gold and simple, a pearl drop it's only decoration.&nbsp; She was lonely and almost wished he would show himself in person.<br><br>Nathaniel....<br><br>Nathaniel had once more spent his night in the fighting ring.&nbsp; He had come out of this night with only a cut over his eye and bruised rib.&nbsp; Aching he had made his way to the den.&nbsp; Tonight had been good and he had made a good purse.&nbsp; The little Chinese man that opened the door nodded and he stumbled to his usual cubby.&nbsp; Paying up front, he picked up the stained hookah and greatfully inhaled the harsh smoke.&nbsp; He let it fill his lungs and then expelled it in a rush and a cough.&nbsp; He lay back and let the his mind flutter.&nbsp; It was the only way to stop that feeling of being watched to stop the aggravated worry that gnawed at him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 00:22:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark glanced to the corner nothing there but then why did he feel like there was a pair of eyes watching him. Hmm and that cold draft where was that coming from? His housekeeper must have left something open. He would have to find out what it was and close it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But first he had something to deal with. He ran his eyes over the body, “Quite fresh, no dirt I presume that you ‘gentlemen’. “ He made the word seem almost the opposite of what he said. “Liberated the poor deceased from a ‘helpful’ undertaker. Well I am sorry to say that you have wasted your time. I know that some of my fellow medical practitioners are using such corpses to undertake experiments and various studies.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark smiled, “But such practitioners are those of young years. Whoever sent you badly informed you, as you can see I am approaching retirement. And at this time of my life I have no desire to be outside the law and suffer the time in jail or the loos of my reputation. So ‘gentlemen’ I bid you goodnight and trouble you not to be at my door again.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hand on the door Mark began to close it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 23:11:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Harry accepts Helena’s offerings</strong> <br><br>He watched as she slowly removed her gloves and was amused at her description of her attire. She looked fabulous in that dress and her playing down of such an item only made him appreciate her more. “Well the dress more than suits you Helena” he remarked. “It does you credit and to be quite frank I like how you have presented yourself today, a great deal indeed.” <br><br>When she brought up that she liked Brighton, he found that he too needed to share his likeness for the place. “Yes I find this location to be more than welcoming. I have only been here a few times myself, running errands for the Major, but I have often found time for a little recreation.” <br><br>Pleased that she was more than accepting to call him Harry, he gladly accepted Helena offering of tea and scones and thought nothing of her error until she pointed it out. He simply thought how nice it was to be spoilt like this from someone as lovely as she. When she spluttered he giggled a little. Not at her but at the situation. <br>He then composed himself and listened as she spoke of the children before the subject moved on to more serious matters. Before they did, however, he felt that he should reassure her that he did not mind her pour the tea or even buttering his scones. “It is quite alright, my dear, I do not mind you pampering me in the slightest. Please continue as you do a fine job of buttering those scones.” He then sipped the tea and smiled. “It seems you pour a fine cup of tea too for that matter.” <br><br>He watched her as she lend in to speak more privately of the hurdy gurdy. “Fear not Helena I am sure you are safe now with me and it pleases me greatly that the children are doing more than fine. What worries me is that you will have to return to that house after we have spoken. I do not like that one bit and would do anything to make sure that you did not. However, I would assume that this is something that I can not do as you would of course return as the children are still under that roof unless of course we could get them out safely.” His mind started to race, so to calm himself he took another sip of tea before watching her reaction to his wild idea. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 14:34:47</strong>
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				<strong>Helena, shocked at Coopers suggestion </strong><br><br>"Well I won't be going straight home," Helena said as she scooped some jam and clotted cream onto her plate and used a knife to spread it over her scone, "I was planning to maybe visit the museum, I've heard it's the most delightful thing and then a visit to the pier perhaps, if the weather holds..." she babbled on about her plans for a bit, then paused as she took a small bite of her scone, chewed, swallowed, and followed it with a sip of tea.<br><br>The idle chatter and the tea-time rituals helped to hide her shock at Coopers confession that he wanted to take her from the house. And he even thought about the kids! So very sweet and considerate of him. The whole idea was of course preposterous. She couldn't leave her job. And she couldn't leave the children and they certainly weren't going to kidnap the heirs to the Winterstone fortune... The thought alone!<br><br>"It's very sweet of you, to want&nbsp; to take me out of there," she said at last, smiling. "But really it's not so bad," she assured him, "It's just little things and I'm almost certainly overreacting."<br><br>As if to make up for dismissing him like that she began to butter another scone for him. <br><br>"So what brings you to Brighton?" She asked in a wild attempt to change the subject.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 16:21:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div><strong>Harry thinks the scones are a little ‘bitty’</strong><br><br>He listened as if his life meant nothing other than to hear her voice until finally she requested to know what brought him to Brighton. The subject change did not go unnoticed as he felt that he had upset her a little at the suggestion of removing both her and the children from the Winterstone’s house. So he accepted the change wholeheartedly with a smile.<br><br>“Here,” he remarked casually “oh the Major is running an errand for his father and I was due to drop him off and return home for a few days before coming to collect him, but when I received your letter the plans were changed. We arrived yesterday as I felt it important to not miss our little meeting.” On her suggestion that she would be staying for a little while longer, he continued “May I request that I chaperone you as I too would like to visit the museum as well as the pier.” <br><br>While he waited for her consideration, he pondered her situation. Even though he had suggested that Helena and the children be taken from the house, he knew that it would be impossible to prove to the law that they were in danger in any way. He just wanted to show how much he worried about them and in particular her. However he resided himself to the fact that she would have to stay there and he would to everything in his power to protect her from afar. When she claimed that she was most likely overreacting, his concern became less obvious however. <br><br>When he had finished his latest scone, he gladly accepted another from Helena. “Thank you” he said before moving the subject along to what she wanted to see first. If of course she would wish to accompany him on the adventure around Brighton. So he waited for her to either accept or refuse his request.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 00:19:29</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena the journey home</strong><br><br>Rowena stared out of the window of her carriage as it traveled its way back along the cobbled London streets on its return to the Bleakmore estate, Rowena was troubled and startled confused by the turn of events and the peculiar tang in her mouth.&nbsp; She glanced across the cabin to Baranabas but found no comfort or answers in his usual blank stare, she turned back to the window and wondered why the night seamed different she had the most peculiar recollection of events. <br><br>Before she knew it the carriage had pulled into the grounds of the estate and she heard the call of her footman as he held the door open, she slowly gathered herself and exited the carriage waving of the footman's help and glancing to the garden with a shiver she turned to the house and made her way inside.&nbsp; Thankfully it was late and her aunt was no where to be seen the last thing she wanted now was another lecture, no now was a time for more reflection and to press herself to the tasks she had arranged.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>After fetching a pot of tea and tray of light refreshments she settled into her study which she was slightly annoyed to find had been tampered with and tidied in her absence, setting the tray on the table she sat in the high backed chair and sipped at the tea hoping it would take away the memory and flavour or that peculiar tang.&nbsp; She soon found herself wondering about her time at the gentleman's club and that man, she was sure she had seen him before but it all seamed so peculiar why was she called there for something that could of easily been arranged via messenger. It seamed later than Rowena expected and these thoughts where leading her nowhere, she took some stationary, pen and ink from her desk and tasked herself to write and arrange the social events she had promised to others.<br><br>Firstly however she decided upon a letter for the Major a task that would deserve the use of her scented inks, she smiled at the thought of using them for the first time for such a letter realizing it was the first time she had thought or even wanted to do so. She would keep it secret from her aunt of course no need to give her reason to gloat or make a fuss, touching pen to her head she thought of how to prose her letter.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i54.tinypic.com/1ny4vt.jpg)</div><br>After finishing her letter for the major she set about preparing the invitations for the theater and tea rooms, writing out an order for the theater to set aside tickets and seats for her guests and an extra each.&nbsp; She set the invitations out in a tidy pile on her desk and reminded herself to have them and the letters dispatched early the next morning. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 15:53:12</strong>
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				<strong> Andrew and Johnny in the Den</strong><br><br>The smoke from the hookah filled the air, making strange and most beautiful patterns, so beautiful, the scent was more than intoxicating and Johnny offered some to Andrew. They were in a private room it was red velvet and dark wood, and the smoke seemed to linger and permeate the very walls of this place. <br><br>The inspector offered Andrew another smoke on the pipe and smiled kissing his forehead as he did; he then nuzzled into his neck as rather stoned hands and awkward fingers tried to find the buttons on Andrews’s shirt. Being with this man was helping Johnny stop the madness he had seen in his head. The madness he knew was now in the city, the horrors that were to come had been too much for him. <br><br>Charlotte might have been a help but he wanted to be close to another man not a woman, his hand started to stroke Andrews’s thigh as the other tried to help him out of his clothes. Though he was not exactly expert at this, however he did continue kissing and nuzzling with the young man, his stubble was rough though not unpleasant.&nbsp; <br><br>“Be careful…” he mumbled as another kiss was offered…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 18:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler returns from the Opium den and replies to a letter from Rowena</strong><br><br>With the man’s image finally removed from his mind, Major Tyler Harrington began his long and pain free day in the Opium den. As he drifted in and out of consciousness he observed many come and go and at one point he could swear that he could hear the inspector, seemingly speaking with some prostitute, who seemed to go by the name of Lottie. He was too far gone to connect the dots at this time, but upon seeing her again in a more formal gathering, the pieces would surely fall into place. <br><br>What they spoke of, what bits he could make out, intrigued him more, as they talked of dark things, of trouble within the City. Wolves on the prowl were their words. A war he heard and that she would be sharing these concerns with others. He even thought that she looked to him at one point. She was no prostitute he thought. It had to be…. and then before he could finish his thoughts, he passed out until finally several hours later he was awoken by Cooper. “I think it is time I took you home sir.” He was then helped back into the carriage and whisked home and once there he went straight to bed and did not rise for another twenty four hours. <br><br>Nothing much happened for him over the next few days except he received a letter from the good Lady Rowena. So without fail and before he even had breakfast he set to reading and responding to there correspondence in the reception room. He took out his reading glasses from the desk draw and sat in one of the chairs by the window. As soon as he was comfortable, he proceeded to read. After he had read it and indeed digested its contents, he put the paper down and took a deep breathe.&nbsp; <br><br>He must write back to her at once and arrange that walk through England’s gardens.&nbsp; So he stood and went back to the desk and took out the stationery paper and an envelope. He then sat at the desk and began to write his reply.<br><br><em>Dear Lady Rowena <br><br>Of course I will gladly accept your invitation and look forward to that day with interest. In the meantime, I have to admit that I would have preferred to have meet you under more usual circumstances, however, of all the things that happened that night, I can only recall your face and the wonderful conversations that we had during that night and would appreciate it greatly if you would do me the honour of meeting me in Brighton on the 20th May as I will be visiting for a few days. If you can, I will wait for you on the morning of the 20th at the end of the pier over looking the sea. I am sure that you will find me as the pier is quite famous. I will aim to be there from nine am and will wait up to three hours. I am sure that Cooper will be able to entertain himself. As from what I hear he has a meeting of his own to attend too. Perhaps we can walk along the beach, and dip our toes in the waters as we discuss topics of interest. Who knows? <br><br>Not to destroy the mood to much as I am sure we will have a great time, but I have seen strange things since our last encounter and wish to discuss them with you. Not wishing to concern you but I think I am being followed. During this walk if you wish you can tell me more of what haunts you. <br><br>I hope this letter finds you well upon its delivery and more so I hope that you can make it to the meet on the 20th. My thoughts are with you. You do not need to write back as I feel the letter may not arrive before I depart for Brighton. I hope you can make it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Yours faithfully,<br><br>Tyler</em><br><br>After he had finished his letter he prepared it for delivery. He then walked down out of the house and into the village to post it, before returning home to await his breakfast in the dining room. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 16:39:06</strong>
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				<strong> Mark finds he has missed a little time</strong><br><br>It was not difficult to close the door on these men they left with a smile, “we will return in the future, you might find need of our wears.”&nbsp; The two men smiled in a most disconcerting manner he could assume they would be back and likely with more cadavers for him well at least until they learned of another that might be interested.<br><br>However even after they left there was a strange sensation in the room shadows moved and Mark was sure that there was someone else in room yet nothing was visible, perhaps it was just memories of the terrible murders at the Winterstone&nbsp; yet it felt like someone was there.<br><br>Mark then found himself awake on his table, with a tinny taste in his mouth, he shadows were gone now and nothing had been moved, all was well. Well all seemed well…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 21:18:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The men left with a vague promise to be back in the future. Had he not made his response to them plain enough? He glanced to the small hall table with it’s drawer, maybe if these ‘gentlemen’ where going to be coming back he should leave his revolver in the drawer, handy if they cut up rough. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The hall clock chimed the hour of seven as Mark stood in his hall contemplating this development. As loathe as he was. As any honest respectable person was, to get involved with the Police then if the men did return once he had yet again seen them off he would visit the local Police station and report the incident.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And mow his paper and particularly fine malt awaited his pleasure. He began to walk back to his living room as the shadows seemed to shift about him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His head was fuzzy and his mouth tasted like the bottom of the proverbial parrot’s cage. And what on earth was he doing lying across his dining room table? Mark rolled off the table and then had to put out his hand and steady himself at the wave of weakness that came over him. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The clock chimed the hour of eight and Mark looked incredulously at the clock. Eight how could it be eight, it had been seven when he was in the hall, what on earth had happened to the last hour. He staggered to his easy chair and flopped into it, the malt he had been looking forward to savoring vanished in one gulp, as did the next. Medicinal purposes that was for sure although the third he sipped at thoughtfully.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He began to flick through illnesses in his mind, time blanks, weakness what where they the symptoms off? Did he need to see another Doctor, maybe a tonic, he could get the local pharmacist to make him one up. Yes he would do that in the morning, he nodded to himself and then stood and walked over to his bookcase and began to pull out his medical books looking for his symptoms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 23:10:35</strong>
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				<strong>Emily Rose</strong><br><br>Emily Rose did have memories in the night, strange ones of shadows, and still someone watching. Some one there perhaps she even glimpsed a tall man dressed in formal dress, though it did appear a little old fashioned some how. Surly this was just a dream for he had been in the house, and it did not appear as if anyone could possibly have ventured into her chambers. <br><br>Yet she had been on her own that night, as she had been every time her gifts appeared. Strangely though when she awoke this morning there was an odd taste in her mouth perhaps a little tinny. However the beautiful young woman almost felt as if she had danced all night and been romanced in the most wonderful dreams, with a most debonair gentleman who perhaps was a little dangerous, yet no less appealing. <br><br><br><strong>Nathanial </strong> <br><br>Nathanial was still filled with the sensation that he was being followed yet he could not tell if he was or not. Was it perhaps the man with a huge beard and a somewhat large physique; however it was hard to really tell as the fog rolled in covering the streetlamps that were few in this area of the East end.<br><br>At the opium den he heard voices …was that the major…? Was that the inspector…? Was that even the lady…?&nbsp; However everything turned to that most wonderful numb and dark existence. Well it would have been one were it not for the echoing voice in his head. Nathanial heard the words in a deep French accent <em>You will go to him when he calls.</em>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:33:34</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena prepares for a trip</strong><br><br>Rowena awoke again in her study where she had taken to spending her time again pouring over books and consulting tea leaves, when she had not been trying to coax forth answers from her books and mind she had resulted to the cup and the abilities gifted her by what she thought her mothers sacrifice in giving her life. She also spent much time troubled and torn by her growing fondness and feelings for the Major, she had managed to live in ignorance of such thus far and kept the thoughts far from her mind she knew that could not be and she had in part felt it only a distraction.&nbsp; But now having met the Major she questioned those thoughts and begun to understand the love of her Mother and Father,&nbsp; her Father feared for her of course and had warned her against such things for it had been to the loss of her Mother that she was born.&nbsp; He had never shown any resent to her of course and Rowena loved him dearly but she was filled with dread by his stories, and of the sadness of the loss of her mother and the thought that they had known was it truly a curse.&nbsp; Rowena question it now, it seamed so silly why would the gifts supposedly given to her by her mother mean she could no herself have love or be a mother could they really claim her life was she so cursed.<br><br>She stretched out cursing that she had once more fallen asleep at her desk her aunt would have a fit if she knew, not that she was not already doing so over her recent behavior.&nbsp; Rowena more and more wished she could just sent the woman away she had her own house and family after all, why did she feel the need to meddle in her life so she had her own children even if they where grown up and getting on with life. She sighed and glanced across at last nights cup before her pushing the cup away at the sight of that dog like creature once more, why did that keep turning up in her cup her mind was brought back to that stray she had seen in the garden yes that's what it must be. She got up and rung the servants bell, making herself busy making herself more presentable while she waited for her lady's maid Rose to attend her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Rowena answered the knock at the door swiftly and peered out smiling glad that it was Rose who answered her call and not one of her mothers lackeys intercepting the call, she spoke softly still slightly tired from her unusual sleep of late. <em>“Miss McMullock please see to it that a bath is ready for me will you, have there been any replies to my correspondence yet at all ?”&nbsp; </em><br><br><em>“I shall see to it, and no there has been no response to your invitations as of yet however there was a letter for you from a gentleman I believe.&nbsp; Barnabas took it for you Lady Ashwin your aunt tried to intercept it I believe, shall I have him sent for ?”</em> Rowena nodded and smiled to Rose <em>“Yes please Miss McMullock.” </em>She closed the door and went back to her thoughts and preparation for the day ahead, opening the curtains in her study and wincing slightly at the bright light as it shone it from the garden.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i56.tinypic.com/2qurkno.jpg)</div><br>Several hours later after her bath and a meeting with Barnabas Rowena sat down in quite seclusion on the terrace of her garden, overlooking the estates gardens she smiled taking a sip of her tea and examining the letter before her tentatively teasing at the envelope with her letter opener. Finally she decided she could wait no longer and that doing so was silly, she opened up the letter and begun to read it's contents while she enjoyed the garden air and her tea taking the occasional tentative sip.&nbsp; She did not even notice the familiar sign of the dog in her cup when she had finished and went back to strolling on her way back to her room rereading the letter.<br><br>Finding Barnabas herself again she told him of her intent and that she wished to travel to Brighton, agreeing that it would be best not to tell her aunt she left the organization to Barnabas and trusted her staff to be discrete well aware that she was far kinder to them than her aunt. She spent the remainder of the day preparing a travel case ready for the trip, not entirely sure of what she should take in the end she turned to her Lady's maid for advice confiding in Rose the reason for the trip.&nbsp; With some suitable clothes for the sea in her case and some fitting fashion for travel Rowena was ready for the trip, it was a nice distraction from her troubling thoughts and that night she slept more normal than she had for the past few days only nervous about the fact her aunt might discover her plan.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 01:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>~Andrew relaxing in the Den with Johnny~</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)<br></div><br><br>Andrew was no stranger to the Opium Dens. It was in one of these Dens that he met Johnny, although the memory of that meeting was very fuzzy - Not that his subsequent memories of this place were much clearer, though he wondered if he has simply gotten more used to it since; he had frequented this place much more since meeting Johnny. The important thing was that it had left enough of an impression that when the two had bumped into each other again at a literature group, Andrew had been able to pluck up enough courage to say 'hello' to the other man. Sprawled ungracefully, propped up by the red plush cushions, his smile was a bit dopey as he lazily watch the smoke curl around and around, making art from the air as he remembered those first terrifying meetings fondly.<br><br>He sighed deeply, boneless and floating, his breath stirring the silver-blue wisps, changing their dance from a sedate ballroom to something wild that made his breath catch for an instant. His skin was on fire where Johnny lay next to him, an inferno that we willingly fed his flesh to, each kiss and touch a welcome brand.<br><br>Fidgeting slightly, sluggishly, he was about to sit up for for water - or perhaps wine? - When Johnny passed him his pipe, to which Andrew grinned stupidly, accepting it and relaxing back again, taking a deep breath of this very different kind of fire. He sighed again, chuckling at the dancing smoke that span from his own lips, then laughed more when Johnny's wandering hands tickled him in their haphazard attempt to shed Andrew's rumpled clothes. <br><strong><br>“Be careful…”</strong><br><br>Johnny's voice filtered through to Andrew's mind and he wandered how something that seemed so distant could sound so loud. The words caught up with him then and he frowned. Be careful? Was something wrong?<br><br>A muffled thud sounded as someone stumbled outside their door, likely catching a foot on a cushion which frequently happened. Andrew startled limbs flailing and bolting upright and unbalancing Johnny as he did so, heart beat thundering and breathing fast. Be careful! They had to be careful, in case someone came through the door! Andrew would later dismiss the reason for his hands flying to catch Johnny's as he stared at the hazy door on the Opium and fear having a bad reaction together, and he did indeed feel somewhat queasy as he started to relax again, eyes still fixed on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 09:50:57</strong>
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				<strong>Johnny tries to calm Andrew and speaks with a 'whore'.</strong><br><br>Johnny continued to lay with Andrew he was fading in and out of consciousness, he spoke of many things that sounded most terrifying, and only when he was awake did he speak with some sense. Well that was between his gentle kisses and soft caresses, though those of a man with hands that had known work.<br><br>He continued to speak of the darkness and the horrors he knew he had to warn this young man, “Please…please be careful…” As he was about to perhaps take things a little further Andrew began to flail and flounder, it was then that the young inspector tried hard to calm him, “Please, don’t fret so now is not the time to worry…” His voice was soft, with the smallest hint of an Irish accent, only seeming to make him appear gentler.&nbsp; Johnny caressed the mans hair and face now until he became less agitated.<br><br>There was after a short time a female voice and a soft knock on the door, “Jonny lav…are ya decent ..it’s Lottie ‘ere and I needs ta talk te yah…blaady ell.”<br><br>Johnny gave Andrew a final kiss,” I’ll take you home; don’t let this be the last time….please just wait and stay calm I promise I try not to let anything happen to you…”<br><br>Andrew was aware of a conversation, between friends and not lovers, and they spoke of many strange events, though in his state they made no sense, it sounded more like a ‘penny dreadful’ than anything of truth but perhaps that was the opium. He had caught a glimpse of the woman and was sure he knew her from somewhere. This time it was the turn of the inspector to help Andrew into his carriage.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 12:25:31</strong>
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				<strong> Is the Doctor going insane?</strong><br><br>Looking through his journals the doctor for many interesting cure for many conditions of course some were more ridiculous than others after all the man was educated after all cooking bacon to tempt a tapeworm out and using porridge for that nasty mark on his arm.<br><br>&nbsp;However the loosing of rime and blacking out was most disturbing, because Mark certainly did not want to end up in Bedlam, though not poor by any stretch he would certainly not be able to afford a private sanatorium. He still felt the sensation of being watched.<br><br>A rat ran across the floor …was it watching him for the shadows appeared more normal again. It paused and stared with its dark eyes. Some where in the distance there was&nbsp; the sound of a carriage over cobbles, and a dog howled, though howl was somehow unnerving.<br><br>Was this the first signs of some sort of dementia? Did he need to read more? Perhaos a tincture of cannabis might help. After all the Queen was rumoured to use it for many ailments. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 12:41:19</strong>
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				<strong> Rowena sneaks away</strong><br><br>Rowena was a clever woman that much was apparent and the fact she wished to travel to Brighton though not easy was certainly not impossible. It would perhaps take a little talking so some of her most trusted servants who might distract her Aunt for the day. It would not be difficult, as certain household tasks needed to be checked and the same was true for the gardens, which were extensive. As it was the younger of the gardeners had rather a crush on his mistress thus was more than happy to help.<br><br>Any gossip about the trip had been silenced by a number of more senior maids and some of the younger ones had been allowed a little longer in bed to keep them quiet.<br><br>As it was the spinster aunt was unaware of any plans and was more than happy to organise the estate for her ‘flighty’ niece as she went for tea with another society friend. <br><br>Thus Rowena was able to escape to Brighton, knowing her Aunt was preoccupied with rather mundane household activities. As it was it did still feel like the young heiress was being watched. With each day the feeling grew more intense. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 23:44:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a puzzle but Mark was certain that in one of his books he would find the answer. This was the age of science and enlightenment after all so there would be an answer. As he picked up another book he noticed the rat, really did he not pay the rat catcher one whole penny a week so he did not have rats. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He would have words with the man and if he did not buck his ideas up then he would find another. But for now he contented himself with making shoo gestures with the book at the rat.<br>Once the rat has scuttled off about it’s business Mark settled himself back into the chair and began to read “Mysteries of the mind by Professor Horaito green. Hopefully he would find an answer somewhere in the book.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was of course the option to see another Doctor but Mark was loath to take that course. Of course he could self Doctor could he not.? So a man presented himself to Mark as a patient claiming blackouts, loss of time and a constant feeling of being watched. What would he suggest for the man? Hmm he would be thinking of having the man committed as the poor man was obviously suffering from paranoid delusions.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Damm it Mark put the book down and walked over to the drinks cabinet. After pouring himself a stiff one, a very stiff one he returned to his studies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 11:29:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler at Brighton Pier sucking on his nuts</strong><br><br>Finally, Saturday 19th May 1888 came when the Major with Cooper went to Brighton to visit some sort of men only gathering and with hope to meet with the lovely Rowena. They would spend the weekend there. Tyler thought this to be more than acceptable as he was due to meet the lady on the morn of Sunday. <br><br>Upon arriving in Brighton, the Major booked himself into a private suite on the top floor of one of the leading hotels in Brighton and purchased an extra room for his companion Cooper, a few doors down from his. Unlike Cooper, who retired for the night, the Major, went out to explore the many offerings that a soldier of his standing could find. He could not help but notice that he was being followed, yet again by the man with a goatee beard who was accompanied once again by the willowy red hair women. However, when he finally plucked up the courage to confront them, they had vanished into the night. <br><br>In the morning he awoke from his turbulented night. Tyler dressed in his smartest suit; he left the room and headed out into the morning sun. He had only missed Cooper by a few minutes. It did not take him long to reach the pier. It was nine o’clock so he took a seat on a bench and watched the waves come in. He had only been to Brighton twice in his lifetime. <br><br>While he watched the waves come and go, a man, who introduced himself as Mr P. Papula, offered him a bag of nuts and a warm refreshing brewage, the scent of which seemed very familiar and reminded the Major of his time on the boats.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 01:58:14</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena catches a train</strong><br><br>On the morning she was due to leave Rowena had arranged for her maid to awake her extra early so that she might avoid any awkward encounters with her aunt, the gentle rap upon her door and the muffled soft voice stirred her to life she sat up in her bed gathering herself before slipping out and heading to the balcony windows.&nbsp; Opening the curtains a crack she glanced out into the morning air peering down into her estate garden her mind wandering on to thoughts of that strange dog, she closed the curtain and turned to get ready as she tried to forget about it and ignore the uneasy feelings. <br><br>She opened her door after dressing herself appropriately her maid Rose smiled at her politely “Good morning Lady Ashwin I hope you slept well, the driver will be here in an hour with the carriage and&nbsp; &nbsp;the cook has cooked up some breakfast for you. <em>” Rowena smiled at Rose and nodded to her “Thank you Miss McMullock, what is for breakfast ?” </em>Rose spoke again <em>“Cook has prepared devilled kidneys on toast with pouched egg Lady Ashwin.</em>” Rowena nodded and offered Rose another smile <em>“Thank you Miss McMullock that will be all, please make sure my baggage is within the carriage.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>An hour latter dressed for travel and fed Rowena took the last sip of her cup of tea set it down without even glancing to the cup as she usually would, she pushed her plate aside and stood moving away from the table to begin her day and the trip to Brighton. Rowena had been there before but she could remember little of it, she was only young when she had been there and the memories seamed foggy and distant yet captured in her head like poster and postcard imagery. She wore a smile as she left the house at the memories of the past although they where forever tarnished with the absence of the mother she never knew, at least in the physical sense Rowena felt differently spiritually.&nbsp; <br><br>Barnabas her footman and her maid met Rowena at the carriage and once all the baggage and passengers where aboard the carriage set of&nbsp; for Victoria station. The journey out of the estate and into London went without instance and in silence as Rowena busied herself reading as the carriage cluttered down path and cobbled streets, when they arrived Rowena glanced out of the window and folded up her book before exiting and watching as her baggage was loaded onto a trolley. Usually Rowena would not travel by train in the manner she was today and she was quite excited at the prospect, it was to short notice to arrange for private carriage and doing to would of aroused the suspicion of her aunt.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As Rowena and her entourage boarded the train and her baggage was put on board she glanced about the station and at those boarding the train, heading into and through the various carriages she moved along to the first class cabins and after the door was slid aside for her moved inside with the others. Again she took to reading to pass the time although occasionally her attention was drawn away to the window and the scenery as it sped by or to the cabin door as other passengers passed, her mind wandered on occasion thinking of what her and the Major would talk of and of course of that fateful night that they had met. <br><br>Rowena had arranged to stay in the relatively new establishment the grand hotel, it was older now of course although only slightly older than Rowena herself and she had remembered staying here as a child on a rare holiday outing with her father. She smiled as they pulled up at the place and the porters helped with her baggage the place had not seamed to change at all from what she remembered, she headed in and booked in checking in asking for her things to be taken to her room.&nbsp; She checked her watch and noticed that she had some time to spare before the appointed meeting, deciding it best to relax and rest for awhile she headed into the hotels tea room and dinning area where she enjoyed a fresh cream tea and scone.&nbsp; <br><br>When it came to be almost time for the meeting Rowena headed of on her way to the pier, her lavish mauve suit dress with lace and silk trimmings and matching hat catching a few eyes although many more where drawn to her cane which she often carried in place of the usual parasol. It served a similar purpose as a walking aide and actually had some significance to it, not to mention being a slight indication of her wealth its silver horse handle and grip of the most exquisite quality and craftsmanship.&nbsp; Barnabas insisted upon escorting her to the pier although he agreed that he would not follow her or interfere in her day with the Major, of course Rowena believed him and did not suspect that he would tail and follow her as always as he was instructed to do.<br><br>Rowena caught sight of the Major as she strolled along the pier smiling she kept to her pace and tried to hide her pleasure, she felt an urge to rush and show her pleasure but knew that may cause a scene or be seen as improper and the last thing she wished to do was do that and scare of the Major. She offered a polite wave from a distance and then bowed her head lightly to him and curtsied as she approached him, lightly raising her hand and offering it out before him. <em>“Major Tyler, I am pleased to see you and I hope I have not kept you waiting for me here although I am sure the sea has kept you in pleasant company.”</em><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.fantasycon2011.org/images/93166-11-brighton-pier.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 09:39:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler meets with Rowena on the Pier</strong><br><br>His nuts did not take long to polish off and soon they were gone along with the beverage. To his delight, upon swallowing the last sip of drink, he saw her. She was waving at him so he returned the gesture. He began to realise he was smiling, as she venture closer to his side. She looked stunning and he was not afraid to say so. “Lady Rowena, my word you look quite simply divine.” <br><br>As he said this he stood, removed his hat and bowed before gesturing for her to sit on the bench with him. She had been a little more than fashionably late, but he was not about to show concern or even care. She was here and that was all that mattered. “Of course you have not kept me long. As you say I was simply enjoying the sea while I waited.” <br><br>Now sat, he ventured to take her hand. “Thank you for coming. I trust you had a pleasant trip. I have some thoughts about what we could do today. I could share them with you if you like? Of course if you have any ideas yourself I would be more than happy to do those instead or indeed in addition. I thought in a little while we might venture along the pier together. Perhaps I can take you hand if that might not be to bold of me?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 23:24:56</strong>
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				<strong>Mark…a couple more rats pay a visit</strong><br><br>Once Mark finally managed to sleep after using his special tincture, his dreams were somewhat troubled, flickering shadows and monsters filled his mind. A hideous creature leaned over him with large fangs…as the two body catchers smiled in the shadows offering cadavers that seemed to be soldiers from his past, but were they only his past, or yet further back in time. The dream was confusing and extremely disturbing. All the time the doctor knew he was being watched. <br><br>In the morning after a fitful sleep the doctor awoke, his brow was damp with sweat and still there was that same sensation of being watched, yet it was not by monsters, just two rats at the end of his bed. He could also here a skittering scratching sound on the floor boards. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 00:21:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark awoke his body covered in sweat and the sheets crumpled around him. He had not woken like this in a long time, in fact not since he had been a young man dreaming of what women where like under their clothing. But this had not been one of those pleasant dreams, no this had been a nightmare in so many ways.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He rubbed his face, if the nightmare was going to be a regular thing then he should consider adding some morphine to his night tincture to ensure a good night’s sleep.&nbsp; Then he became conscious of weight near his feet and he looked down. Rats, by the Good Lord they where becoming cheekier by the moment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A questing hand over the edge of the bed found a slipper and it was then shortly in flight towards the rats. The rats scattered but it did nothing for the scribbling in the wall. Mark swung himself out of bed, as well as reminding Mrs Evans to see the rat man maybe he should ask her to ask around for anyone with a cat wanting a home. Someone had once told him that rats very rarely went into houses where they could smell a cat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes he nodded he had a few things to discuss with Mrs Evans but first her must make himself respectable for his breakfast. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 12:10:58</strong>
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				<strong>Andrew and curious happenings.</strong><br><br>Johnny called on Andrew a number of times though was very discreet and some of the times it was on the pretence of the incident at the Winterstone home. He knew how careful he had to be given the true nature of his visits. It seemed that the inspector had become more than a little smitten with the extremely pretty young man. <br><br>If he wanted to go Johnny invited him to the opium houses a number of times, but of course would never force the issue, for Andrew too had much to loose if they were found out.<br><br>During the time since the night of the terrible murders, poor Andrew continued to feel that he was being watched, and occasionally at nights he saw a small thin Jewish gentleman on occasion he would nod his head politely at Andrew. There was a pleasant smile upon his face yet did it reach his eyes? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 15:29:15</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena and the Major Tyler on Brighton Pier<br></strong><br>Rowena smiled slightly as she was greeted by the Major she did her best remain straight faced and serious at the compliment, she could not quite suppress her feelings however and tilted her head down to avoid showing just how much the compliment touched her.&nbsp; Sighing slightly she glanced back up to him as he bowed before her she nodded politely to him and moved towards the bench.<em> “Thank you Major, you are very kind with your words as always and I might add you look very well turned out yourself Major.”</em> She took the opportunity to sit and glanced away once more looking out at the beaches and sea before turning back to the Major, as she smoothed out her dress&nbsp; and placed her cane at her side.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced down watching as the Major touched and took her hand she looked back to him with a warm smile as she spoke. <em> “The trip was pleasant enough Major some trouble to arrange but well worth it I believe, I hope you had a pleasant journey yourself.” </em>Rowena continued to listen to the Major as he spoke not wishing to interrupt him and glad of the pleasant distraction, company and surroundings, when he had finished speaking she nodded once more and place her free hand over his gently. <em>“You might be so bold Major, if you have the courage to face the opinion and nagging of my aunt of course.” </em>She chuckled slightly and smiled ever more warmly to him as she continued. <em>“I think we know that you do, why I was most impressed and flattered with how you handled her before.&nbsp; I would love to hear your thoughts Major, I had not thought much to what we would do myself I confess I had simply hopped to walk with you and talk once more that itself seams delightful. It would be good to forget what has passed lately, although I did wish to share some thoughts and conversation with you on that matter at some point if you think it appropriate that is Major.” </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 08:15:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler walks and talks with Rowena on the Pier</strong><br><br>Feeling glad that she appreciated the effort he had put into choosing his attire, Tyler walked slowly with Rowena pointing out the various different types of birds they could see. “I am glad your journey was without incident. Mine was pleasant enough also. Cooper brought me here via horse and carriage.” He then pointed to the hotel across the way and then spoke again. “That is where we are staying. I am in no rush to return home so we can stay as long as you would like. In Brighton that is.” <br><br>As they walked Tyler listened as Rowena brought up the subject of ‘that night’. He did not mind talking of such events so he welcomed the subject change. After all there was only so much information in regard to ornithology that Tyler could recall and he was beginning to make things up. He hoped she did not notice. “Oh yes, that night” Tyler remarked. “Why don’t you start my dear and I will interject when I feel it necessary to do so.” He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand softly. “Before you do however, I felt that, regarding your Aunt that she needed to be reminded of her place. After all you are the lady and a fine one at that.” <br><br>Once they had reached the railing, overlooking the sea, he stopped and took both of her hands in his. “Ok my dear, I’m listening so share your thoughts and do not be afraid as I have seen some interesting and strange things since our last encounter. I will say no more for now. All I wanted to do there was to let you know that you do not need to hold back.” He then moved her hands to his lips and then he kissed them softly. First the left hand and then the right before lowing them back to her hips. Still holding them, he smiled at her and waited for her to elaborate. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 13:52:01</strong>
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				<strong>Mark at breakfast</strong><br><br>Of course Mrs Evens brought in the Doctors breakfast, it was fine and filling as one would expect from a professional Housekeeper. Yes she was getting on a little in age but Mark could always rely upon her for the day to day needs of his abode. She on occasion also helped organise his books and his patients. The truth be told she was rather good at making sure he was paid or getting rid of difficult ones.<br><br>She brought in his paper as was right, as she knew that along with breakfast Mark enjoyed to read the news. Well he was a well educated man. After a polite pause she then asked. “Is there anything else you might require Sir before I attend to my other duties?” That new maid they had just employed certainly warranted more that a small amount of watching.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 15:46:28</strong>
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				<strong> Andrew and Johnny share a moment</strong><br><br>One of the evenings that Andrew had found himself in the company of Johnny took a yet further turn for the more curious. They had both been at a poetry meeting, for the more artistic members of London society, though many were aristocracy there were those like the inspector that though educated were from a more middle class. background.<br><br>Though Johnny knew there were other homosexuals there both male and female there, everyone here still remained cautious about any public display. Occasionally lightly brushing his hand the inspector would smile at Andrew, he appeared a little shy, he did know that he wanted to become close …or rather closer to the man.<br><br>When they parted for the night in the darkness of the smoggy environment Johnny stole a kiss, a light and tender one to Andrews forehead. It was at that point Andrew believed again he was being watched. “Please be careful …” said Johnny caressing his fingers gently. “I hope to see you soon…” <br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 14:17:15</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena and the Major Tyler on Brighton Pier</strong><br><br>Rowena maintained a pleasant smile while the Major spoke upon the birds glancing at the different kinds that he pointed out to her, she pushed aside the questions that sprang forth in her mind and enjoyed the company and conversation. <em>“It was Major, I had to leave rather early to avoid alerting my aunt to my plans but it was a pleasant journey despite the risks.”</em>&nbsp; Rowena glanced up at the hotel noting that it was not so far from where she was staying herself <em>“I should not stay too long Major, auntie will no doubt attempt to dispatch Scotland Yard's finest in search of me if she suspects I have runaway.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>Rowena glanced about taking in the surroundings and gathering her thoughts upon what she had wished to speak with the Major about,&nbsp; she turned to him and took on a more serious tone and look the smile fading from her face.<em> “Well Major...I wished to confide in you.”</em> She glanced down for a brief moment peering at his and her own hand before looking back to him.<em> “You see Major I knew something horrible would happen that night, from the moment I entered the house I could feel it I knew not exactly what would occur but I gave no warnings. I waited and watched part of me wanting to know what it was that was to occur if indeed it occurred at all, do you think it wrong that I would question such things that id keep it to myself ?” </em> She sighed a little before continuing <em>“I don't know if you know of my talents as a medium and spiritualist Major, many would mark me mad I am sure but I have a strong grasp of reason and it is not without reason that I ply my trade as mere trickery and illusion. That is what a lot of it is you see but there are those with the talent there are things which reason fails to comprehend and explain, and since that night I have found myself questioning these things all the more Major.”</em> She gently grasped at his hand <em>“Has anything peculiar happened to you since that night Major?”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 18:47:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler responds to Rowena's concerns while he moves closer</strong><br><br>He listened intently to all she had to say before he responded to all the topics that she had touched on. As she grasped his hands, he gently pulled her a little closer to his side. He then smiled warmly and then spoke softly. “Firstly my dear, could I ask that you call me Tyler from now on or at least when we are in private, like we are now. If you prefer to call me Major then of course continue to do so as I really do not mind either way.” <br><br>The subject then moved on to her Aunt. “Well as I have said I am glad you made it. As for Scotland Yard I am sure she will do that. Judging by how she was speaking to you and indeed acting around you, on our first encounter, I would not be surprised in the slightest. I am glad that I put a stop to that nonsense as I found her quite disrespectful towards you and I could not have that.” <br><br>When the tone changed to a more serious one, Tyler relaxed his shoulders a little and moved a little closer to her again. He wanted to kiss her on the cheek to reassure her that all would be fine. However, he was not sure it would and perhaps he would find it hard to stop at just a kiss. He was a gentleman of course but he found her quite captivating. <br><br>So she had confided in him. The things she told him did not upset him or concern him in anyway. He had come across mystics on his travels and was wise to them. Her telling him that she was a medium of sorts interested him greatly. He was not sure what she could have done should she have blurted out that something bad was going to happen during that night. Perhaps she would have been carted off in a white jacket if she had, so she chose well. Now all he had to do was tell her. <br><br>So he took a deep breath and did his best to suggest that he was alright with what she did or did not do. “I not sure knowing about what was going to transpire that night would have made any difference. If you had shared your concerns with a group of, then, strangers, they would have ignored you or thought you were joking. So I am glad that you thought best to keep it to yourself. Perhaps if you had said anything the people responsible might have over heard and targeted you instead or indeed as well as and we would not be having this conversation. So again I am glad, in more ways than one, that you did not.” <br><br>Finally moving on to her last question, the Major tried to recall anything. It did not take long. As the man and woman’s image soon filled his head. “As for what has been going on with me recently. I have developed a bit of a tail and I do not mean of the furry variety.” He smiled at his little joke before elaborating. “Two strangers, a man&nbsp; and a woman have shown an interesting in me. They have not approached me yet but I have seen them several times since that night. I tried to approach them the last time I saw them but they seemed to vanish into thin air.” He seemed puzzled by the whole situation for a few moments before his eyes cleared and his focus returned to his delightful companion. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 23:40:22</strong>
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				Mark looked up from then paper and the story it carried of unrest in some part of the Empire he had never heard off.<br>He smiled, “No thank you Mrs Evens, it was a truly enjoyable meal as always. Could you pass me my appointments book please.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He murmured his thanks as he turned to the day, “Mrs Rivers this morning, I think that after breakfast I shall take a walk and clear my head.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So an hour later found him walking down Green lane and up a flight of stairs to press a bell marked Miss Rivers. She opened the door and smiled at him, “Hello Mark what a nice day it is.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark smiled as he looked into her sparkling blue eyes and raven hair. “Come in.” She let him in and then led the way down the corridor. She could have chosen the life of a companion or married to earn a living. But Miss Grace Rivers chose to earn her living by having her gentlemen come and visit leaving her an envelope as they left. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No street corner strumpet, no she was educated witty and charming and the fact that she was less than half his age with the firm flesh of youth was all to the better to Mark. Yes he had made the right choice, an hour or two hot and sweaty entangled in her arms and legs, and yes that would relive the tension nicely.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 12:42:50</strong>
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				<strong> She is waking, and Michael is returning.</strong><br><br>A tall woman with chestnut hair and a beautiful pale face sat upon a ‘kissing chair’ made of the finest wood and velvet, velvet of such deep red that seemed to offset the rest of the large and rather extravagant room. Beside her was a handsome man with long dark curls, a moustache and a trimmed beard.<br><br>“My good lady you called for me, though I fear I might know that which you wish to speak to me about. I have felt it within my blood.” He bowed his head as she spoke.<br><br>The woman sighed, “Indeed it seems that the City may have to brace itself for many storms.”&nbsp; There was another pause, her accent&nbsp; had a welsh lilt to it, “You are aware she is wakening then, and that she has summoned her favourite Michael.”<br><br>The man nodded, “Perhaps given the circumstances he may aid us, as long he does not push too far with the wolves. We may be able to aid with the Concorde.”<br><br>“Yes, that would put us in good stead as John already is working his manipulations.” The female was thoughtful for sometime, “Michael…he… must have a distraction…I think I have the perfect one, and she is also part of the Winterstone staff. The governess…who knows what will happen…if she can prove herself. However at least we will have eyes there when needed.”<br><br>They continued talking of other matters, both certainly seemed troubled by events that had been happening in the City.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 23:01:44</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena in close conversation with Tyler </strong><br><br>Rowena was slightly taken back by the gentle tug which pulled her closer to the Major's side, she shivered slightly at the intimacy and called upon all the measure she had not to wear her trepidation and emotions boldly for all to see. She faltered slightly as the Major smiled to her and spoke unable to restrain a slight quiver of her lip and restrict her smile, glancing between him and the surroundings she replied softly.<em> “As you wish Tyler, I suppose you have guessed by now I am not entirely always in favor of enforcing such formalities rigorously.”</em><br><br>She sighed slightly as the topic moved on to her aunt nodding solemnly as the Major spoke upon the dreadful woman, <em>“I must apologize for her Tyler, that is her way not that I agree with it but well she is of a different age and with her own children all moving on with life she sees it as her purpose to set me straight. Truth be told sometimes I don't quite know what I would do without her, she does keep me on my toes and can be quite entertaining in her own way.” </em><br><br>Rowena was pleased with the reaction of the Major she was not sure why she had thought to confide in the Major, she had wanted to talk to him about such matters for days which she found quite unusual in itself as she rarely spoke of such things with others. Perhaps it was the shared experience or indeed that the Major had shown concern for her on that fateful night of there meeting, Rowena could not deny there was some sort of bond that had grown between herself and the Major, but where would such a thing lead her she wondered as ever such a mystery only intrigued her more so.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So he took a deep breath and did his best to suggest that he was alright with what she did or did not do. <em>“I not sure knowing about what was going to transpire that night would have made any difference. If you had shared your concerns with a group of, then, strangers, they would have ignored you or thought you were joking. So I am glad that you thought best to keep it to yourself. Perhaps if you had said anything the people responsible might have over heard and targeted you instead or indeed as well as and we would not be having this conversation. So again I am glad, in more ways than one, that you did not.” <br></em><br>Rowena nodded with a slightly grim expression as the Major spoke on the possible consequences of what may of happened if she had done something, <em>“Yes I expected such but I am always asking myself the question regardless, I believe the people responsible where aware of my knowledge however I did get some peculiar feelings and glances from some of them. I am sure that there is more mystery to that night than we have perceived first hand, that dark man he knew my talents I believe and I think he was touched by such himself. I do not think it is the end of the matter either, which is why I asked if you had noticed anything strange of late.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>Listening as he explained what had been happening with him she puzzled and tried to take a measure of the situation showing some concern at the news. <em>“I see, I have it seams gained the attention of&nbsp; something the furry variety. There has been a strange hound in my gardens of late I almost felt like it was watching and stalking me on a few occasions, I am sure I am just being silly but it does seam most troubling I have told the grounds keeper about it however I am sure it will be dealt with.”<br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 10:54:50</strong>
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				<strong>Two men play chess in the dark.</strong><br><br>The room was shadowed and the candlelight flickered, each time each time a move was made the hand or face seemed to come into view. One was a middle aged man, with dark eyes and short hair. He appeared average in appearance though his muscle structure seemed impressive. His gaze was cold and his hands showed signs of one that used melee weapons. <br><br>Whatever creature he was playing with could only be classed as monstrous, it had long claws and the skin of one that appeared to have leprosy huge fangs protruded from its mouth and its scabrous bald head was most unpleasant to gaze upon.<br><br>The spoke in Latin as each move was carefully planned. “There will be trouble Atticus…” The more human appearing of the two said as he moved his knight. “Indeed …. My general…my Governor.”&nbsp; The monster in turn made his move, and continued, “My choice has been made I hope it has been arranged?”<br><br>“It has…So tell me do you think our …” there was a pause “Prince can deal with the situation?”<br><br>“I do hope the matter will be resolved. I find that when the wolves are involved we find ourselves attacked on all sides…which only makes it easier for outside attack.”<br><br>“John of course is taking advantage of the situation…”<br><br>“This is not good however not unexpected.”<br><br>“Lucius has returned too with his lady…we must make sure that she remains hidden from John.”<br><br>“What of Jack…”<br><br>“That I think is another matter…”<br><br>The two men continued with the game as they talked further. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 13:29:07</strong>
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				<strong> Mark and the cats and the rats...</strong><br><br><br>Of course Miss Rivers provided all that mark needed usually, with that dark hair and the eyes that brought so much joy. However even in the midst of his tryst something caught his attention. The rather lazy cat that was usually asleep was watching him with such intense eyes, the same ones it seems the rats had been looking at him with the night before.<br>Mark was sure even in his rather rampant embraces that he could hear the scratching&nbsp; and scratching that he had heard the night before. Still Miss Rivers was most distracting, in many ways, a most accommodating lady indeed so it was not so difficult to ignore.<br><br>However the fact the large lazy cat started to follow the Doctor seemed more than a little strange. Its feline eyes seemed to watch Mark’s every move. Things had been so very unnerving since the night of the Mummy unwrapping.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 23:09:05</strong>
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				It was the quiet time when he lay hot and tired the afterglow of his orgasm bringing a smiled to his face. He watched Miss Rivers walk naked to the bathroom, her buttocks flexing as she walked. She would clean herself and then return to him in the bed.<br>They would talk of this and that whilst he enjoyed the feel of her body against his. And then in due course as his stamina returned they would have sex once more, slower this time.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cat was watching him rather intently, which was odd as normally it ignored him. He could hear scratching once more just as he had in the middle of the sexual act. “Should you not be chasing those rats?” He asked of the cat as the cat’s mistress came out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“He is a lazy thing, I keep telling him that there are kittens about and he can be replaced.” Mark smiled down at her and idly ran his hand over the softness of her breast. “Maybe we are assuming his command of English is up to the job.” She smiled and ran her hand down his chest and between his legs. “Maybe something else will be up to the job shortly.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark laughed although he was more than aware of the cats unnerving gaze locked on him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 14:39:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler suggests they move further down the pier </strong><br><br>As she shared her thoughts, Tyler smiled as she called him by his first name and continued to hold her close as he responded. “Oh yes I too felt the presence of the ‘darkie’. Not that a few rounds with Cooper wouldn’t have tamed him, of course, but I have to say his presence did indeed concern me a little. It seems that the perpetrators were quite obviously of the darker, well how can I put it, colour. So as I said before I am extremely glad that you did not share your thoughts even though as you have said they may have already suspected your awareness.”<br><br>Concerned that the good lady might be in further danger brought him closer still to her side. “As regards the hound, which you speak of, Cooper has expressed, to me, a similar or indeed an identical situation himself. Perhaps a word with him would be required so he could elaborate on his encounter. Perhaps you can draw further similarities, once we have concluded our time on the pier? In the meantime shall we walk to the end of the pier and then head to the tea room where I believe he was heading to this morning?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 15:48:51</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena walks the pier with Tyler</strong><br><br>Rowena smiled slightly at the Major's remarks sensing a familiar attitude that was shared with her friend Barnabas, <em>“Yes, well I am not entirely sure it is just them that are involved Tyler there was much more going on that night than we perceived I believe. I do think they where aware I knew but I haven't seen anyone strange other than the hound of course, I expect that is unrelated of course although it does make me think of that fur that was found at the Winterstones.”</em> Rowena paused for a moment glancing to the Major in thought and realization of something she had forgot, she forced a slight smile banishing the surprised look. <em>“Oh I almost forgot, there was something else Tyler... just days before you invited me here gentlemen called upon my estate and requested my presence at a gentleman's club in London.&nbsp; It was a strange affair now I recollect upon it, I was there but a short time yet It seamed much longer to me after on the way home. And now I think upon it the purpose for my being called there seams slightly strange, a gentlemen simply wished me to do a reading for his wife.”<br></em><br>She nodded at the Major's comments and smiled more brightly as he mentioned the pier and tea room,<em> “Yes of course Tyler that would be most delightful I am sure, I don't believe I have been properly introduced to your man Cooper I look forward to meeting him and if he has seen this hound also that is indeed good news. I was beginning to wonder if it was just me seeing it, none of my staff upon the estate have mentioned it, it seams awfully odd that it would only appear when I am there.”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 16:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler walks with Rowena from the pier to the tea rooms</strong><br><br>Upon reaching the end of the pier, Tyler turns with Rowena by his side and slowly begins he walk back towards the place that they had first met on this morn.<br><br>As they walked, he listened to Rowena as she expanded on her tales and activities since their last encounter. He nodded at her correction of his assumptions regarding the darkies. She was right, there obviously was a deeper plot to consider. He glanced back at her and his eyes briefly met hers for a moment. She smiled to reassure her that she could continue as he wanted her to feel that she could trust him. He did not notice the surprised look but the sudden subject change he did notice. When she moved topic to that of the gentleman’s club he found it most odd that she would have been requested to such a place. Like before he listened with the occasional nod to show understanding and continued to do so even when the conversation drifted back to his last question regarding the possible meeting up with his man, Cooper. <br><br>Upon her silence, he felt it necessary to comment. “Yes” he paused for affect “Indeed so, very strange. Perhaps this is something we should investigate together. Perhaps we should revisit this so called Gentlemen’s Club unless you feel it is not necessary of course?” Upon realising that they had made it back to the bench, he cleared his throat and remarked “In the meantime as we have made it back to the bench were I saw you approach me earlier today, I propose that now is a good time for the short extended walk to see the Harry Cooper and discuss that dog amongst other such topics.” He then extended his arm to allow, if Rowena want it, her to take it for support over the cobbles of the high street. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 15:41:35</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena and Tyler onwards to the tea rooms</strong><br><br>Rowena glanced out at the sea and sky as they reached the end of the pier smiling once more she turned to catch the Major's eyes and forced away all thoughts for a time, the emotions where a distraction unlike that which she was used too.<em> “Major..” </em>She blushed slightly and turned her eyes away glancing down embarrassed and sighing softly. <em>“I am sorry..Tyler do forgive me, I must confess to being affected by the pleasantry and manner with which you do take with me. I have never in my time met a gentleman such as yourself Tyler, It is rare that I feel so free and unburdened to share my thoughts with another as I do with you.”&nbsp; </em><br><br>She continued to stroll with the Major considering what he had said and smiling to him again and again,<em> “I do not know about the club Tyler, I am reluctant to pursue that matter I do not think it would have anything directly to do with what happened that evening. I did leave the place with the most peculiar taste&nbsp; but that again in itself could be easily explained, I am afraid that of late that night has caused me perhaps to look for the strange in any place and occurrence I am sure I am just being paranoid.” </em><br><br>Rowena took the Major extended arm up as it was offered and continued with him towards the tea rooms, <em>“That I believe would be good, I think perhaps it be best we put the talk mystery to an end soon it is much to nice a time of year and pleasant a place to waste it all with such things.” </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 14:45:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler and Rowena meet Cooper outside the tea rooms</strong><br><br>Tyler felt the same as Rowena in regard to how he felt around her. He saw her blush and smiled as they made the short walk to the tea rooms. He could see from a distance that Cooper was already outside and by the looks of things he was alone and had been stood there for some time as he was leaning against the door frame. He waved to his man and a wave was returned. <br><br>While they walked towards him and after Rowena had finished speaking he stopped for a moment and took Rowena hands in his. “I too feel a certain freedom with you that I have not felt before. I enjoy our times together very much indeed.” He smiled warmly to her before changing the subject for a moment. “I also think that you are right not to return to that club you mentioned if you do not feel comfortable in doing so and my dear with all that has happened to us over the last few weeks do not think for one second that you are paranoid.” Bring the conversation back to the joy of the day, he removed his light grip of her hands and started walking towards his man once again. As he did this, he moved to take Rowena’s hand. A little more forward than taking her arm but he thought she would like it. Whilst moving his hand into hers, he spoke softly once again “Just relax for now as you are perfectly safe as I am here to protect you and in a moment Cooper will join us. In regard to us enjoying the rest of the day and keeping the strange to a minimum, I think that is a wonderful idea. I suggest that you bring up the dog to Cooper and we all go somewhere comfortable to do it.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 13:16:19</strong>
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				<br><strong>The meeting at the tea rooms</strong><br><br>Rowena smiled more as the Major spoke and returned her sentiment she glanced over at the man leaning against the door, noting that the Major waved to him and thus he must be Cooper she had a vague recollection of his features reminding her that she must of briefly seen him that fateful evening.<em> “I am glad that it is not just I, is that your man then Tyler ?” </em>She nodded at his words about the club although she decided to keep her further thoughts and feelings about the matter at bay for now. She glanced up to him as he took her hand and spoke to her <em>“Well then I am fully calm and confident in my safety Tyler, I trust you and am sure that I would be as safe with you as with my usual chaperone's if not more so.” </em><br><br>As they approached Cooper she nodded her head politely to him and spoke up as she looked between him and the Major, <em>“You must be Cooper.”</em> She paused for a moment before continuing<em> “Major Tyler tells me that you have had experience with a strange hound of late ? Perhaps you could tell me about it and join myself and Major Tyler for tea.”</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 14:39:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Cooper teases Tyler before they enter the tea rooms</strong><br><br>When she asked to confirm who the man was, Tyler nodded and squeezed her hand a little. He felt comfortable holding her hand, perhaps more so than he had ever before. He smiled again when she suggested that she felt safe in his presence. <br><br>When they approached Cooper, he smiled at the man and a smile was returned. He listened as Rowena spoke to Cooper and when she had finished, he introduced her to Cooper. “Cooper, my good man, this is Lady Rowena, a very good friend of mine. You might recall her from that night at the Winterstones?” <br><br>Cooper indeed did recall her. Someone of such beauty would not go unnoticed by the man, even if it was just a brief encounter. “Oh yes, you must be the reason why the Major has been suffering for the last few weeks. Such sentences as Rowena this… and Rowena that... You were all he would speak about…” Tyler playfully kicked his man softly in the leg, in regard to the comment. “Please Cooper, know your place.” He smiled at Cooper and Cooper smiled back. “Just yanking your chain, Major, you know that.” His face soon changed from a smile to a less jovial expression, upon the mention of the hound. “Yes perhaps a cup of tea would help in the digestion of the stories regarding the hound.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 15:35:18</strong>
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				<strong>Onwards to Tea and perhaps a scone </strong><br><br>Rowena waited quietly and patiently as she was introduced and glanced between the two men trying to maintain a pleasant appearance and not to give away her feelings too much, she bowed her head slightly to the man again politely and offered up her free hand lightly not something her aunt would approve of. <em>“Pleased to meet you finally Cooper, the Major speaks quite highly of you which I must say is another trait I admire about him. So many overlook the lives of others simply due to there station it is nice to see such rapport between you both, I try to maintain such with my own household although my aunt is most disapproving of it.”<br></em><br>Rowena blushed slightly and glanced to the Major smirking a little without realizing it as Cooper spoke of the Major's talk of her, <em>“I hope it was all in a positive light.”</em> She chuckled slightly before stifling it and smiling fondly to Tyler and teasing slightly herself. <em>“Oh come Tyler I am sure it is meant in good jest, and as my father says a good man should always be unafraid to speak his mind. I am not entirely sure I agree fully with that but there is some wisdom in it at least I believe, I think speaking your mind all the time without consideration is perhaps a tad foolish, but then my Father has always been one to expect others to gleam truths and wisdom beyond what is before them.” </em><br><br><em>“Tea would be lovely and you must allow me to treat you shall we then.”</em> Rowena nodded at the mention of the hound and tea taking on a more solemn appearance and moving of on the way to the tea rooms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 17:24:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler enters the tea room and offers Rowena a chair</strong><br><br>The door to the tea room opened with the hand of Cooper and as the Major gestured for Rowena to enter first, he smiled and nodded to her and Cooper. “Yes of course, my dear Rowena, I understand my good man Cooper is only jesting. I think the table by the window would be nice, don’t you think?” He pulled a chair out for her as Cooper ordered tea and scones. <br><br><strong>Harry orders the tea and tells his story</strong><br><br>He had his fill of scones of course as he had spent the first part of the morning in the same tea room with his good friend Helena. She had only been gone a few minutes before the Major and Rowena had arrived. He thought how nice it would have been for her to see them, but some other time perhaps. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div>With the tea and scones ordered. Cooper went to the table by the window and made himself comfortable. Before talking of the dog he thought he would reassure Rowena a little. “In regard to the Major, if I can say so?” The Major nodded in acceptance with a smile. “Well all I can say is that when the topic of conversation was brought around to you, which was often I have to say, he would speak of you in only the kindest of ways.” <br><br>At that point the tea and scones arrived and Cooper began to pour each of them a cup before pouring his own. He then set to buttering the scones before handing the first to Rowena and then the Major. When settled he began his short story. “The dog that you want to know about came to the house a month ago. It was huge and for nights on end it would prowl the grounds. I think it was black but it stopped coming when I tried to confront it. Before I even pointed my gun in its direction, it was gone. As I say I haven’t seen it since.”&nbsp; He then took a breath allowing anyone to comment as he took his first sip of tea. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 08:11:09</strong>
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				<strong>Rowena, Tyler, Cooper Tea and Scones.</strong><br><br><br>Rowena smiled and nodded in thanks to both the Major and Cooper as she entered the tea room, she glanced over to the table by the window and nodded once more smiling to the Major. <em>“Yes that seams most pleasant Tyler.”</em> She headed over and sat once the chair was pulled for her sitting up straight arms rested upon her lap clutching at her walking cane, she glanced across the table at the Major smiling to him as they awaited the tea and scones. <br><br>Rowena had also been in the tea room earlier of course although she did not think it polite to mention and with her apatite of late she could manage one scone and there was always room for tea,&nbsp; she was glad in fact that she had such earlier before meeting at least the temptation of another scone would not be there.&nbsp; Two was quite enough for today she sipped gently at her tea and blew gently upon it now and then as she sipped, and listened to Harry Cooper's tale most intrigued by it.<br><br><em>“Interesting, it sounds remarkably like the hound that seams have been plaguing my vision and estate of late. I wonder if it is the same one, seams most unlikely given the locations I can't help but think of that fur we found that night.&nbsp; Do you think it could be some sort of trained beast sent to track or such ? They can do that can't they hounds track and find people perhaps that dark man or another set it after someone from the party.&nbsp; I sure its not probably just a silly notion It is all rather dramatic and most alarming, like something out of a dream or novel a beastly hound sent to trouble and plague our minds. Well at least I know I am not imagining it now thank you for sharing your tale of it Cooper, that as set my mind more at ease.”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 08:29:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler and Cooper converse with Rowena in the tea room</strong><br><br>They both listened to the lady as she spoke and the first to reply was Cooper. “All of what you say is as likely as anything, Lady Rowena. I would be more than happy, if the Major permits it to visit you home and see of the beast, should it return to pester you”, reassured Cooper. <br><br>Tyler put down his tea and remarked “I would have no problem with that in the slightest. You could even take the carriage if I am unable to attend. Although I have a filling I might be free. This is of course if Rowena feels it necessary, of course and invites us, Cooper.” He gave the man a stare and emphasised Cooper’s name in such a way as to suggest that it is not his place to invite himself to a lady’s residence it is for her to do that surely. <br><br>Cooper, after finishing his first cup of tea excused himself for a moment and left the Tyler and Rowena alone. “I am sorry for Cooper’s assumption that he could just invite himself to your home. I would hope if needed that it would be you to do that, naturally. However as the topic has been brought up, would you like a couple of guests to see off the nasty dog, my dear?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 14:06:38</strong>
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				<strong><br>Tea and talk with Rowena, Tyler and Cooper</strong><br><br>Rowena smiled a tad more at Cooper's offer she did not think much of it, growing up as she was Rowena was far more used to such things and she did not think it improper at all.&nbsp; Rather the opposite the offer to assist was taken kindly many times in her travels in the foreign lands she had been confronted with such forwardness. <em> "It is fine Tyler, I did not think of it in such a manner it is very kind and thoughtful of your man Cooper to think of such and offer his assistance.&nbsp; I would not have thought to ask for such and the offer is most kind, I will consider it perhaps I can find more reason for the visit however as I would be a poor host if I call you both to my manner to see of some hound.&nbsp; No I think it shall have to be an occasion, you must both accept my hospitality and join me for afternoon tea and perhaps entertainment one day."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 14:53:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/305takehim2-1.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler and Cooper accept the invitation gladly</strong><br><br>“Wonderful” Tyler remarked with a little excitement but still quiet enough as not to attract any undue attention from the tables around them, as Cooper nodded his acceptance. “Then we must set a date or even await your invitation in the mail.” He sipped his tea and then took a bite from the scone that Cooper has prepared for him earlier. After swallowing the bite, he wiped his mouth and spoke again. “Perhaps when we are there, if you are still having difficulties with any such hound we can dismiss it from your grounds too?” Still focused on her his tone changed slightly to that of a little more serious but to counteract this he soften his tone. He took Rowena’s hand softly in his and squeezed it lightly. “I will take good care of you in this regard, my dear. If harm were to come to you I would be lost knowing I could have done something to prevent it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 15:00:27</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena enjoys tea with Tyler and Cooper<br></strong><br>Rowena smiled politely to Tyler at his remark of it being wonderful and she turned back to her tea cup gently resting it upon its saucer, she took a short sip before peering between the two men keeping her company. She could not imagine what her aunt might make of such an occasion or Rowena's invitation, she was sure she would try to interfere but she had no place and right to do so and Rowena's patience and tolerance of her was wearing thin.&nbsp; <br><br>Rowena nodded at the mention of setting a date <em>"I shall dispatch and invitation of course, but shall we say sometime this month for now. Perhaps as you suggest the hound may no longer be a problem but I shall keep the invitation regardless it will be a chance for me to show you my home, I am sure we can make a pleasant day of it I can have my cook prepare something special for the occasion." </em><br><br>She glanced down once again at his hand upon hers she had known few who showed such tenderness towards her in her time, there had once been a time when Barnabas had been more kind to her before the accident he had been like an older brother to her but his nature had changed since his disfigurement. She smiled warmly back to Tyler and spoke once more <em>"I am most grateful Tyler, your concern and kindness towards me is more than touching and I must return the sentiment. I do hope such would never be necessary for I would feel most wronged if harm where to befall you because of your regard for me."&nbsp; </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 08:24:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler confesses his feelings</strong><br><br>Feeling as if he too should tell her exactly how he felt at this very moment in regard to her, he smiled to Copper and dismissed him with a nod. With Cooper’s story now told and his pressing need to enlighten the lady in regard to the deep feelings he had for her, he saw no need to have Cooper here while he confessed. Besides when he felt that after doing such a thing, having another present might make Rowena even more uncomfortable than having just the two of them at the table. <br><br>With Cooper now excused and venturing through the entrance, Tyler turned his gaze to Rowena. With a warm smile he spoke “I look forward to the day upon which the invitation should arrive and hope with all my heart that it is soon.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I am sure that it will be a wonderful day and as you say even if the hound has long since departed, all it would mean is I do not have to soil my suit if I were to wrestle with the beast.” He chuckled at the thought until his face took on a more serious expression before continuing. “Now my dear Rowena,” he said as he took her hand and kissed it softly “do not concern yourself with such thoughts of harm coming to me in regard to you as I would die many times over, if I could, to make sure that you were safe. My feelings for you run deeper than I can explain to you right now as I am still coming to terms with them myself, but know this when I am not in your presence I am not whole and I find that I do questionable things to numb the pain of your absence when I am without you. So if it is to your liking, I would like it very much if I could spend more time with you than just an occasional meal or day out. If you are in agreement I will speak with your father on this matter as just being with you now I feel I must…” <br><br>He stopped suddenly as he realised that he was getting too excited for a man of his standing and was also holding Rowena’s hand a little to tightly than he was comfortable with and indeed he hoped that he had not hurt her. “I apologise for my candidness, dear sweet Rowena but I felt it necessary to share how I felt so I hope I did not upset you or indeed offend you in any way.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 15:40:25</strong>
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				<strong><br>Rowena ponders the revelation and emotion</strong><br><br>Rowena felt the mood shift and she bowed her head slightly as Cooper was dismissed he seamed a faithful companion and friend to the Major, this only deepened her opinion of the man she met so few who held such acquaintances. Glancing back up to the Major as he spoke trying he hardest to focus upon the situation and not let it overwhelm or phase her control it was a task to keep a straight face <em>"I shall be sure to send it swiftly Tyler, I will count the days and mark the occasion most fondly in my mind." </em>She glanced down again as Tyler continued to speak blushing lightly at the mention of the beast and allowing herself a slight chuckle.&nbsp; <em>"Perhaps I should not ask which beast, there is more than the hound at my estate I believe."</em>She peered back to him a smile slowly spreading out upon her face as her eyes fixed with his, she stared confidently into his own mustering her will and confidence pushing away all the nervous an anxious feelings.&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding her head slightly Rowena moved her other hand to rest upon his which held hers tightly she did not mind nor show any sign of discomfort, although she felt a slight twinge due to the tightness she hid it well. <em>"It would be to my liking Tyler although I do not know when my Father would be available to speak with you, but I would hope he will and I am sure he will approve of you.&nbsp; I would certainly enjoy your company, I think it would be most agreeable to me and fitting for the future.&nbsp; And I thank you for your candor Tyler please do not apologize I respect such and admire it in you greatly, far from upsetting me I am delighted and how could I be offended when such comes from the like of a gentleman such as yourself." </em>Rowena squeezed gently at his hand upon hers and smiled warmly across the table at him with a slight rosy blush to her cheeks <em>"Each time we meet Tyler you seam to give me fond memory to mark an occasion."</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 08:41:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler relaxes with Rowena</strong><br><br>While she spoke, Tyler relaxed his grip of Rowena’s hand when she placed her hand on his. He was more than pleased that she did not become offended at his candour. When she looked into his eyes he did not look away. “I am a patient man, Rowena, so all I can ask is that he spare me a few moments of his time when it is convenient for him. In the meantime I will relish the times we have together on such occasions when they present themselves. In the meantime I look forward to receiving word from you father in regard to this.” He smiled before lifting her hand to kiss it. Such signs of affection in such a place were unusual for Tyler be it felt natural to him so he did not fight it. “I do hope with all my heart that your father is agreeable for me to court you as I am not sure what I would do if he refused, but as you say I hope that he approves of me.” He stroked her cheek that was showing a hint of rose in the skin then took a sip of his tea. <br><br>With the scones now gone and the tea drank, Tyler summoned his man back into the tea rooms. With Cooper still making his way back to the table, Tyler spoke again. “Once you have finished you tea, my dear, would you like for me to walk with you a little before I head back to Ivinghoe? As I have at least an hour before I need to head to my room to pack. Unless of course you have a pressing need to return home as you mentioned something about your aunt and Scotland Yard.” He smiled at he started to imagine images of Rowena’s aunt fretting as she searched the house for her niece.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 00:29:31</strong>
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				<strong><br>Rowena and Tyler at tea the scones departed</strong><br><br>Rowena listened intently as Tyler spoke of his patience and she considered what her father may think of the major, she was sure that he would approve of him that he would like him although she had not yet mentioned certain affair shes thought she should.&nbsp; She was not sure if she should mention the curse that fell upon her and her mother, she had mentioned the gifts but not the price it took from her family and the fear it caused in her father and herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Rowena's smile dropped and she clutched gently at his hand upon her own more firmly as she looked to him, <em>"It is silly Tyler, but there is something you must know about my gifts they where my mothers before they where mine you see.&nbsp; And with them comes a price my mother died in bringing me into this world, she not only gave me life but her gifts and own life to do so, it was a terrible burden upon her and my fathers soul and a torment he lives with till this day.&nbsp; My father calls it the Bleakmore curse although it does not affect the whole family, in fact few know it in our line but it is very real my father assures me.&nbsp; I understand if this changes your feelings to me Tyler, although it does not change mine toward you nor did it my mothers to my father." <br></em><br><br>After a moment she smiled again and answered his other questions <em>"If you feel you have time to walk with me I would not decline such an offer, if it is still your wish after my disclosure Tyler I would not wish to hold you up however.&nbsp; Don't worry about my aunt I am sure she will buy the story that I have gone to attend to business with the theater, she won't approve but she will likely not raise a fuss about it as she is used to such from me ."&nbsp; </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 08:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler prepares to walk with Rowena</strong><br><br>The so called curse did not concern him, or indeed affect his feelings for Rowena. Perhaps if the time came for her to fall pregnant then he would do all in his power to prevent her death. “Do not concern yourself my dear” he said softly with a warm smile. Then he said what he hoped would alleviate her concern even though he had no idea if it were true or not. “Perhaps you were the last in the line, in regard to the Bleakmore curse. I have heard it happen before, so I am sure you will be fine. Fear not for what I say now is not so much an assumption that we will have a child but more about reassuring you that if what we have together would grow then perhaps children would be part of that not to mention marriage. However at this stage I would not assume either.” <br><br>He kissed her hand lightly before standing and moving behind her chair to wait for her to stand. He moved his mouth to within ear shot of her and whispered “I am sure I have time for you my dear as I would rather be later to depart then miss a moment in your company. So if the hour we have moves onto two then I will not fight it.” He then rested his hands on the chair in preparation to move it to assist her to rise. <br><br>It was then that he caught Cooper's eye and dismissed him for a while. Cooper would go back to the hotel and pack up their belongings to take them to the carriage. He would then wait there for Tyler's return.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 12:06:47</strong>
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				<br><strong>Tyler and Rowena</strong><br><br>Rowena's briefly met Tyler gaze before her eyes fell downward and she turned slightly unsure what to make of his words and her feelings, she was not concerned as of yet but it was not something that did not trouble her mind it was more the fate of her departed mother than that of herself.&nbsp; She glanced back up a forced a light smile at his statement softly speaking back in agreed tones <em>"Perhaps that may be, and I know it seams presumptions of me to mention such but I feel it best I mention it should you hold such intentions or plans and make them unknowing of the curse." </em><br><br>Glancing down once more and reflecting upon the loss of her mother and her fathers talk of her his sorrow and confided confessions to his daughter, she reaffirmed her confidence and decision to confide in Tyler it was the right thing to do. <em>"I feel it right that you should know, some secrets should be shared but I shall speak no more upon it until such a time should come when you might ask me."</em><br><br>She smiled more prominently as she glanced up from the kiss of her hand <em>"I think however Major Tyler you may assume such if you wish."</em> She leaned slightly forward and hushed her tone to a soft whisper <em>"I am sure that is what others may assume anyway." </em><br><br>With his assistance she raised from the chair turning to return to his remark with thanks<em> "Thank you Tyler and although I would not wish to keep you from other appointments I would not fight with the hour either."</em>&nbsp; Rowena gently and slowly too to the Major's arm once more and smiled softly to him awaiting his lead<em> "Let us see&nbsp; where time takes us then."<br></em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 08:51:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler walks with Rowena</strong><br><br>He could see from her gestures that she would clearly troubled by the curse, so all he could do was to reassure her that it did not matter to him. Yes it was a big deal, but his feelings for her would not change, he was sure of that. “I am grateful for you honestly and I assume that you would expect the same of me so that is why I have been so candid with you in regard to my feelings and indeed how I feel towards your situation.”<br><br>When she glanced down for the second time, he went to lift her chin with his hand but before he got close she raised it anyway. “I think you are right to hold back and yes I will ask when the time is right, but rest assured I will stay strong in my affections for you.” <br><br>After the whisper of what others might think, the Major, once he had escorted Rowena outside and led her down the street, stiffened slightly. He smiled in her directions and with her arm still in his, he replied. “In regard to what others might think, let them gossip as their opinions mean little or indeed nothing to me as I am sure they mean little to you. Do not worry your heart my love.” When he called her his love it felt so natural and perfect, he hoped she would not become upset at his assumption. He paused for a moment and then suggested “I thought we should walk back to your hotel, but take the long way round, so as to take in some of the finer points of Brighton?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 13:31:10</strong>
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				<strong>A walk along the promenade</strong><br><br>Rowena smiled fondly but focused upon the path as she took her cane with her free hand, enjoying the pleasantness of the stroll and the Major's company.&nbsp; As she walked a long route around Brighton memories of the place as a child resurfaced making the walk all the more a pleasure, she glanced to Tyler and offered her warm smile and a glimpse of her eyes before she turned them down fearful she may show to much. Touched by his words once more she lightly curled her slender gloved fingers against Tyler's arm <em>"You are quite right Tyler, and I am sure they have little to gossip about I rarely walk with Gentlemen let alone such as fine as yourself. " </em><br><br>She chuckled a little at the thought and remark it was silly but she could imagine the talk and the meddling of her aunt, <em>"I would most enjoy that dearest Tyler and I shall not worry at all, let us take our time then it has been years since I visited and strolled along this way. Did your family ever come here at all in the past ?"&nbsp; </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 18:55:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler walks with Rowena</strong><br><br>The warm smile from Rowena was returned as where her glances. He could not tell if she saw his casual gaze towards her moments after she looked at him, but he wanted to do it nonetheless. When she gripped his arm a little more than she had before, he moved slightly closer to her as they walked. Her words were so welcoming to his ears. “It is you, my dear, who are fine as I pale in comparison, I assure you.”<br><br>When she suggested that they take there time, he could not agree more. So he made a suggestion after answering her question. “Well yes. Firstly as I may have suggested earlier I come here from time to time with my man, Cooper, on business but I was first introduced to this place when I was a boy of only eight. I have spent many a summer here before being drafted into the army at a tender age. My choice of course, anything to avoid getting involved in the family business. My mother used to bring me as my father was always to busy to attend to his sons. Well me mostly but I am not bitter as my father does important things for the country or so my mother keeps telling me. Top secret or so I am led to believe.” <br><br>He was showing signs of not wanting to talk more on the subject as it made him a little sad, but Rowena was not to know this so he did not show his discomfort for fear of offending her, so instead of continuing on with the topic he changed it. “As you are happy to extend the walk might I suggest a little stop off at the bar of my hotel? It is not far and their service, from what I saw last night, is second to none. After which I would be more than happy to escort you to wherever you need to go.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 13:48:51</strong>
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				<strong>People passing as Tyler and Roweena walk.</strong><br><br>As they walked together the two did not notice that were being watched, well why should they? They were nothing more than a rather handsome couple walking out. For indeed they were certainly handsome, none could deny that. <br><br>A young woman with a rather lovely pram walked passed and smiled at them. She was dressed in a uniform and likely a nanny. A gentleman with a huge dog passed by and wished them a good afternoon. A rather cheerful family offered yet more smiles.<br><br>It was then a more sinister gentleman passed he smiled and nodded to Rowena and then walked on she was sure that she had seen him at the ‘club’ <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 19:15:40</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena and and Tyler continue there walk</strong><br><br>Rowena peered back at Tyler quite forgetting her self and sensibilities it was a few moments before her eyes drew away and she turned her head down, glancing back at the street she smiled to herself enjoying the moment and the surroundings it was another reminder of better times and a distinctly freeing experience. No worries of what her aunt was plotting or thinking of keeping up a charade, just a pleasant walk with pleasant company and conversation. <em>"Thank you Tyler but I think you speak most modestly of yourself." <br></em><br>She listened intently as he spoke pleased to hear that they shared something else in common, remembering the times she had come here with her father and family. Rowena understood the lack of presence of parental figures also having never known her mother in life, and her father being a busy man himself although he had always made some time for Rowena in the past.&nbsp; <em>"We shall have to visit here again then Tyler share in the memories of the past once more perhaps when we have more time, I am sorry to hear that you did not see your father often it was the reverse with me but my father also is a busy man I understand what that is like. Especially theses days he has become more and more distant it seams rare that I see him now I am sure he will make a exception to meet you however."</em><br><br>Rowena did sense the slight sadness and she smiled more to him in response not offended at all she gently squeezed lightly at his arm in what she hopped would be a reassuring manner, quite surprised by the mention of the bar she nodded and spoke again "Yes Tyler I believe I should like to join you at the bar, I can not say that I have been asked to do so before but I am glad to be asked." <br><br>Rowena's distraction and surprise almost kept her full attention but she did notice a few things and found herself avoiding the pram, she smiled and acknowledged politely those who greeted her the dog caught her eye but before her mind had the chance to think to much upon it she found herself stopping abruptly and turning back to peer over her shoulder.&nbsp; Struck with the strange sense of recollection she was sure she had seen the man before somewhere and why did that trouble her so, it was at that club on that peculiar call she had made there.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned back to Tyler and hushed her voice as she spoke to him <em>"Have you seen that man before Tyler ? I believe he was at the club I mentioned...perhaps it is just coincidence."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 20:51:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler walks Rowena to the bar</strong><br><br>Tyler smiled at the complement as they turned the corner. “Yes we must make it a regular thing you and I as being in your company pleases me greatly.” The squeeze of his arm was greatly received as her support upon his story was much needed. When she accepted his invitation, his mood lifted “Excellent it is not far just a few more yards I promise. I am sure we will have a good time you and I.” <br><br>The last few steps for Tyler were eventful to say the least as he moved to allow a pram to pass. He tipped his hat and smiled at the nanny as she went by. Soon after, he returned the gesture of “good evening to you, good sir” to a man with a dog and smiled at a family as they walked by. <br><br>He then saw a man coming and upon seeing him gesturing to Rowena, he was about to say if she know him, but Rowena questioned him first. “No I did not recognise him but I am sure it is nothing more than a coincidence, pay it no more of your time and lets go in shall we as we have arrived at our destination.” He then turned to show her the grand entrance to his hotel. “The bar is downstairs towards the back.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 22:37:31</strong>
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				<br><strong>Rowena calmed by Tyler's advice<br></strong><br><br>Rowena smiled at Tyler's comment of paying it no mind quite right that she should, it was a coincidence or mistake it had to be.&nbsp; That peculiar memory of that tang that unusual taste and feeling that had come over her that day came back to her, best to put it behind her and what better way than a drink to refresh and stimulate the senses. <em>"Yes very good Tyler I should do that, and Id be delighted."</em><br><br>Rowena glanced about the grand entrance as she entered if it impressed her or otherwise it seamed unapparent, but it was obvious that she was enjoying the company of Tyler and the offer of a drink was one she would not refuse. What her aunt would say to such of course was another matter but Rowena would delight in finding some way to drop it into conversation, shocking her morals was one of the few delights she found from time to time in her company.<br><br>Rowena went as directed down the stairs making sure she did not leave the Major to far behind, she was unsure of what to expect not frequenting bars but was not to surprised by what she found.&nbsp; She moved to the bar and glanced to Tyler not sure if she should speak herself or not, smiling to him she spoke.<em> "I believe gin would be the popular choice ?" </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 17:16:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler in the bar with Rowena</strong><br><br>He watched as Rowena looked around. He had been here before and always found it interesting when others saw a place for the first time. This time it was different of course as he very much wanted Rowena to like this place and indeed his company. <br><br>Finally at the bar, after following the good lady, Tyler agreed with Rowena. “Yes it would be the choice for a lady; however I think I will have a brandy today. I will get the man’s attention and gets us some drink shall I?” He gestured to the man at the bar with a nod and within seconds a glass of gin and a brandy were placed on doyles at the bar. “So… Here we are relaxing in a bar. I could not have put money on this after such a dreadful set of circumstances as that night at the Winterstone’s. However, here we are nonetheless enjoying one another’s company and I have to say it is most pleasant.” He then rose a glass as if to suggest a toast and said “To good company and the hope of more to come.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 23:10:33</strong>
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				[d]Deals made in the dark[/b]<br><br>The dark haired man sat in his usual position for receiving ‘guests’. His brow remained furrowed as he looked through various documents and papers, he was more than aware that his position at present though still strong was beginning to weaken and soon he may have to used many of the favours that he had gathered over the years, and perhaps cash in a few of his own.<br><br>However he hoped that this situation would be resolved without too many ripples within the City. For those ripples if strong and far reaching enough would affect the mortals and who knows what might happen then. Yes the Prince knew that he had to try to keep the status quo to keep <em>his</em>territory safe.<br><br>There was a knock at the door then and a rather non descript man entered and introduced a tall dark gentleman with Mephistopheles style moustache and beard.&nbsp; <br><br>The man bowed and then sat once a chair was offered. He paused then before speaking. “My Prince I will keep this brief, for I know you have much to attend too.”<br><br>“Indeed Lucius I do, I am sure you have kept abreast of events, and I also expect that your paramour has filled you in as well.”<br><br>The dark man nodded, “It is dangerous for her here but she was insistent…”<br><br>“Yes I realise there are many that must not know, however you did not come to discuss her did you?”<br><br>“No I came to … well ask for a small matter…I have seen someone…”<br><br>“You are not the first.”<br><br>The Prince nodded and the two continued to talk. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 00:13:53</strong>
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				<strong> Organising a PaRtY</strong><br><br>A young girl with pretty blonde ringlets and a bonnet skipped along the street carrying a basket, a tall man with a long stride held her hand , it would all seem a perfect scene were it not that they were walking through Whitechapel in the dark and smog. <br><br>Drunks leered out of doorways and a couple vomited in the street, the two figures managed to avoid it. As they saw the ladies of the night plying there wares they ignored them for there was more pressing business at hand. A few public houses offered a glowing warmth and a song but again there was more to speak of.<br><br>“So you are back then Jack?”<br><br>“I am my sweet little one.”<br><br>“You have seen it too then?”<br><br>“Of course and the message has been sent out.”<br><br>“Time for a tea party I think…”<br><br>“Shall we invite the Prince?”<br><br>The two continued to talk and then disappeared into the thick smog. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 15:39:54</strong>
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				<strong>Tyler &amp; Rowena at the bar<br></strong><br>Rowena was not dissatisfied by the place indeed she was curious she had seen other establishment's vaguely familiar in her travels abroad, but of places such as this she had only heard gossip and seen glimpses through murky glass as she passed by. She returned her gaze back to Tyler as he spoke and she smiled as he confirmed her choice, she was briefly tempted by the idea of changing her choice to Tyler's own but decided against it this time. <em>“I am glad you brought me here Tyler, it is a pleasant change and I do find it surprisingly to my liking.” </em><br><br>She glanced down at doilies as they where placed upon the bar and her drink as it was presented before her, picking it up tentatively she brought it up to her lips inhaling it's uniquely potent scent before taking a small sip. She smiled brightly to Tyler and nodded in agreement with his compliments <em>“I think if you had put money on such you would of made or lost a pretty penny Tyler, but I was quite sure myself that we would meet again although I did not foresee such as this and you do constantly delight me with such revelations of&nbsp; your character.” </em><br><br>She nodded again at his raise of the glass and followed suit <em>“Yes to very good company, and whatever more is to come although I do believe with you one would need&nbsp; or find no other truer company Major Tyler.” </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Cordial Invitation (Downtimes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 15:27:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Tyler/darcy.jpg)</div><strong>Tyler in the bar with Rowena</strong><br><br>Tyler smiled at Rowena’s comments in general and was happier still to know that she liked him company and indeed the bar in which they were both sitting. He had no idea in which direction the day would go but as it stood at the moment he could not wish for better company than the delightful and appealing Lady Rowena.&nbsp; <br><br>After sharing a toast with the good lady, he commented “I too find your company most pleasing as I find that all too often that the fairer sex, if you don’t mind me saying, when they are as beautiful as you, far to often they lack the intelligence to converse with on a regular bases and are only good for one thing, and that is as an ornament on my arm. However, with you, I find I could talk to you for hours on end.”<br><br>He then put his drink down and took her gloved hand in his once again before looking into her eyes. “You are both beautiful and intelligent with intrigues me a great deal and I find myself draw to you in many ways.” He then smiled warmly and brought her hand to his lips to kiss it softly. <br><br>It was then that he looked over to the dining area to see any tables were free and seeing that they was he turned back to the good lady. “Would you care to dine with me if you have the time, my dear?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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