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RP :: Away from the RainAway from the RainRP :: Away from the Rain
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*The evening of April 2nd*
Frances: -scampering down the street, holding his hat, which has something hidden under it this time, a sandwich that had been placed 'carelessly' aside by a diner, the largest smile on his face-
*someone is setting quite a rapid pace from the opposite direction, a mysterious, lumpy something-or-other tucked under his arm, glancing over his shoulder furtively...before bowling right into Frances* Augh! Ecky thump!
Frances: -lets go of his hat with a surprised yell as he falls back on the ground, a pained grunt forced from his lungs
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RP :: Out for a StrollOut for a StrollRP :: Out for a Stroll
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*The evening of April 2nd*
Abernathy: *dressed in civilian clothing, a tweed suit and a hat set at a jaunty angle --all in all looking quite monochromatic-- he passes through the gate of a rather nice-looking dwelling, approaches the porch, and rings the bell*
*a plainly dressed, older woman answers the door, looking up at him in surprise* Good evening, sir...the man of the house is currently not home.
Abernathy: *tips his hat briefly, dashing smile* Doesn't faze me a whit! I'm actually looking for Elaine.
Maid: Miss Elaine...? *blinks with a pol
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RP :: Hypothetically HarmlessHypothetically HarmlessRP :: Hypothetically Harmless
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*A little later, that same afternoon of April 2nd*
*Rosetta's flat smells like a field of wildflowers mated with a spice rack-- possibly because she's installing a flower box on her windowsill, and is cooking...or is that a potion? In any case, it's a delight for the senses!...if you don't mind an olfactory overload*
Felix: *inSIDE the couch, squished under a cushion; seems he's over his semi-Cockney phase, for his inflections are well-bred, if somewhat shrill at the moment* I'm not coming out until you're finished!
Nolan: -having already received a wa
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RP :: As We Fear ThemAs We Fear ThemRP :: As We Fear Them
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*another day in London, April 2, 1912-- it's a tad brisk out, but that isn't stopping the foot traffic, or the traffic in the street, for that matter; out in front of the British Museum, a handful of construction workers smoke cigarettes and loiter between shifts*
*during this construction, workers of the museum go about their jobs, including the geologist division, a few of whom are leaving the building; Nolan is the last out, his long white coat catching in the door, sending him quickly to a painful 'meet and greet' with the floor*
*the workers out front nudge each other
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