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That video of us dancing at that festival keeps popping up on me timeline. That was the first time we met in person, wasn't it? Guess there was just an instant connection. And you just happened to embrace me randomness. When are we hitting the next festival? @fabledphoebe
meme: ❛ didn’t you listen to what i just said? ❜ @phvebee
He had become distant, mind falling victim to considering what worst was to come. He had ruined things with Amelie, he was certain of it. Thus, the words of his sister did not remain important to him at this moment, though he knew he must listen. "Sorry -- what did you say?"
“Hey Pheebs! Didn’t expect to run into you out here. What’re you up to?” It felt like a long time since he’d actually seen the girl. They’d crossed paths here and there and even in school their circles had only happened across one another a little more than that but he was happy to see her.
@phcebevance
closed: @phebluby location: The Cadillac, after hours probably practicing for a show or something
Fingers lazily played over piano keys, not really sure if he was feeling the music or the music wasn’t feeling him given recent events. As much as he wanted to make jokes and try to lighten the mood, he didn’t know these people. He supposed it was a defense tactic, something to fight off the uncomfortable, but what if those around him were grieving? How would they feel? He sighed as he slowed and came to a stop, looking over at Pheb’s. “Hey, kid, wanna run through next Saturdays routine? I’ll play for ya.”
Closed Starter for @pheviotto Location : The Theatre Royal Time Stamp : The day after the murders
Dayanita wanted to put this whole mess behind her, forget about what had happened when she had been stuck in Whitechapel, but there was one thing playing on her mind - Phoebe Viotto. She wasn’t sure why the sight of her had caused such a stirring for Dayanita, but there was a part of her that needed to check that she was okay, that she had made it home safely, and none of the horrors of the previous night had gotten to her.
She knew that the theatre was usually closed on a Sunday, but that rehearsals still went on inside, and she had enough contacts to make sure that they would let her in. She wasn’t sure if Phoebe would be there, or if this was all a waste of her time, but she had to know.
But she was there. The sight of her sent a jolt of relief through Dayanita, and as she ushered the other woman over, she couldn’t help but smile at her.
“I am glad to see that you are well,” Dayanita let her warmth shine through with everyword, and she reached out to squeeze Phoebe’s hand, gently. “What time did you get in? In the end?”
Closed Starter for @pheviotto Location : The Ten Bells Pub, Spitalfields Timestamp: October 3rd, 1888, day time
Having been holed up in Rahat’s shop since the weekend, never out of the sight of either the undertaker or anybody they had enlisted to watch them, Polly had no intentions of leaving. They were certainly restless, not used to staying in one place for too longer, but neither did they know how to handle everything that had happened to them a few days prior, nor the threats in the letter that nobody would fully explain.
But on the third day, it hit them. They had left their shawl in one of the pubs they had visited on Saturday night. They hadn’t missed it when they were out searching, and hadn’t missed it while curled up under a pile of Rahat’s blankets, but they couldn’t stay here forever. It was the only shawl they owned, and they couldn’t do without it. They waited until the sun was up before heading into town. It seemed safer that way, even though they weren’t sure some people would agree.
The only problem was, they seemed to have chosen precisely the busiest time for the pub. The staff was rushed off their feet, and didn’t have time to speak to Polly about the whereabout of a tatty old shawl. They had been about to turn and go when they spotted the woman - someone they had noted a few times.
“Excuse me?” they called out gently. reaching out to touch her arm gently. “I know you don’t know me, but you’ve seen me before, haven’t you? I was wondering if you might have seen my shawl? It’s black wool. Nothing special, but it’s mine, and I would like it back.”
@phoebextaylor
“Babe?!” Gabby yelled out, moving inside of her apartment. She wasn’t sure if Phoebe was there or not. “You here?”
@phoebextaylor
“Can’t believe that I have become one of those people.” Gabby stated, standing back to look at the tree in front of them. “You have converted me.” She teased lightly with a smile on her lips.
