First part Unlocked, Second Locked to Unseelie, Video

[huntedby]

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[Vanessa appears to be near the woods, if the foliage behind her head is any indication. There is a small bit of her red coat showing, the buttons on it done up, as well as those on the neck of her dress. Her hair is piled on top of her head, as best as she could manage, without the proper tools.

She looks thoughtful. There is an air about of her calculation underneath the ease. For when she speaks, she does her best to speak carefully. As a Victorian of a certain status, it comes naturally, but the other bits of herself she hides...the care there is more affected. It has to be.]

This may be a strange question to some of you, but I was wondering if any of you know of any local worshiping sites for Christians. I am a [There is a pause, a hesitation] lapsed Catholic, but at times even I find it necessary to seek out a house of God. [For reasons that are her own.]

If there is not one, I am curious to know if any of you do practice, and where you do so.

[She has her cross, still, but she is worried to truly pray at it, again. She worries that the spiders will show again, to show she has not escaped her demons here.]

Thank you.

[Locked to Unseelie]

After spending some time in the forest, during this stag hunt, it has become abundantly clear that as intelligent and well mannered as I may be, I have no skills when it comes to hunting, or enacting violence with blade or powder.

[She has never needed that; she has always hired those she needs. Or relied on Sembene. She is of Victorian times--perhaps learning to shoot a rifle during fox hunts would have been acceptable, but her family was never one for such events.

She is no Sir Malcolm. While her steps trail with blood, it is not by violence of her own hand.]

I would like to learn, if one of you would be willing to teach me. I have no desire to become a burden on others, nor do I wish to stay on the side lines, when it appears there is so much to be done.

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[gordianknots]

There's tea present as well, as I would not be able to function otherwise.

[huntedby]

[And that gets a laugh from her.]

Like a good proper englishman.

[gordianknots]

It is truly the only constant, and thank everything for it.

[huntedby]

I am glad to know that all the years between us, that has not changed. At least some part of the world remains the same, for me to recognize.

[gordianknots]

Honestly, I don't think that will ever change. Tea plants going extinct would happen first, and I think after that, England would simply fall.

[huntedby]

Well I, for one, hope I am not there for the day that happens.

[This is all off topic, of course, but it feels good to have a simple light heart-ed conversation with someone, again.]

If you don't mind me asking, how long have you resided, here?

[gordianknots]

[Waver's personally spent the last half of November and start of December running around in a pile of stress, so this much meandering conversation is honestly a blessing.]

I was dumped into Caer Scima in April, actually. It's been a very chaotic near-full-year.

[huntedby]

So you are an Unseelie, as well.

[A wonderful thing to know.]

It seems this place is quite eventful.

[gordianknots]

The nature of my work always errs towards change. I would have been very surprised to end up in the Seelie court.

[And he's terrible with authority.]

And that's a great, fat understatement. Honestly, I'm more alarmed when there's bouts of calm.

[huntedby]

Well I for one am glad to have you in my court.

[She gives a gentle smile]

As if there is another shoe to drop.

Now--now this is a silly question, but do you know if there are any places where I can gain cigarettes? I only smoke occasionally, but it helps settle my nerves, at times.

[gordianknots]

You flatter me immensely, having just met. I feel like returning the sentiment makes it just look like I enjoy high praise - even if I am quite glad to have made your acquaintance.

But as for shoes and dropping, I think this place is a millipede. There's always another piece of footwear falling from the sky.

[That is in fact an excellent question though, and one that Waver has to think on.]

My gut says the Station shops would have them.

[huntedby]

I'm a Victorian woman. Am I not taught to flatter men? [A small tease.]

Well then, I fear I may need to find a hat.

This Station place seems to hold a great many manner of things.

[gordianknots]

That and baffle us all in the future about how those with massive hoop skirts got through doors. Although that also gets a lot of respect.

[How late were those things? Beyond her time? Hell if Waver knows.]

I know there's a clothier in the castle that should be able to provide the hat. The Station's for everything else, I suppose.

[huntedby]

Ahh, that is a few years before my time. We have moved into corsets and bustles as the fashion.

[Their silhouettes are more sleek.]

How do you provide payment to the clothier? I confess even if I had arrived with coin, they would not take it, here.

[gordianknots]

Ah! Forgive me, my knowledge of the progression of fashion during your era is lacking.

[Waver shifts, trying to recall the answer.]

I believe shardbearer status grants some level of gratis for things, but you could always offer to return from the Station with new items for their work, I suppose. Favours are the currency.

[huntedby]

Well you are a man, I would not expect you to follow it, even if you were from my era.

[She gives a nod.]

I will have to look into it, then. I only have two dresses, and I fear that given the social engagements here, it is simply not enough.

[gordianknots]

I try not to be ignorant though.

[Although it is a very, very specific thing.]

I wish you luck in that! I've long relied on the Station, but that's out of preference.

[huntedby]

I do not doubt that, but I am sure you have better things to learn with your time.

[She nods.]

Being a modern sort of man, I suppose.

[gordianknots]

Alas, my bias shows!

[huntedby]

Not a horrible bias to have; it is simply finding familiarity where it can be obtained.

[gordianknots]

Goodness knows it's a rare thing here.

[huntedby]

I can't imagine what this place must feel like for you. I find it a bit jarring, but it must e out of a dream for you.

[gordianknots]

In appearances and technology, I admit I still struggle. But on other matters, there's an air of familiarity.

[Oh politics.]

[huntedby]

Has technology advanced so much, in your time?

[She is infinitely curious.]

[gordianknots]

Quite a bit. We can fit entire books on devices about the size of the lockets, and communicate the world over just as instantly as we are now.