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✿ —- ❝Would you like to hear a family secret? It's about the butler's nose.❞
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leaderpeter ✿ belfxrt ✿ xharridan ✿ @addicted-to-talent ✿ @withvain ✿ @methodxmadness
✿ —- ❝Would you like to hear a family secret? It's about the butler's nose.❞
London was a busy town, or rather City and Lucy didn't like it much. It was such a change from her usual inhabitants at Whitby, where the only thing that filled the shores of Whitby where the fishermen who were more than happy to share their stories of the sea with her. In London, no one gave her a second look, everyone seemed to be going somewhere and yet Lucy was like a fish out of water, rather exhausted to get home. Why would Mina want to live here? But then, this is where Mina came from, rather than Lucy in her small little town. This was all Mina knew, as Lucy knew her castles and cliffs.
However it seemed Lucy had gotten the dates mixed up for her visit, and ended up coming a week earlier. Her beloved Mina was still overseas tending to the sick Jonathan who had taken a turn, luckily Mina had been on hand immediately and was nursing him back to health and had invited her friend Lucy down to their new home in London upon their return, but they were not due back yet.
"Oh goodness." Lucy sighed, quite annoyed at herself. She had traveled all this way, over five hours by coach all for it to be pointed out by the carriage instructor that her letter was dated a week previous. "What shall I do?" She mustered to herself, like a lost lamb in a fizzle over what to do. Night was approaching, and there was not another coach back to Yorkshire until past eleven the following morning.
OOC: The Countess Owes These People Starters/Plots
ooc; When I get out of the shower, I'm going to contact a few of you. Whoever wants a general starter, let me know. If you want a plot, let me know as well either by commenting here or sending an ask.
Best to send an ask twice in case tumblr eats the first.
I tried to do the "mentions" thing, but some of them didn't take so I tagged the first five people who will see this [names of urls under the cut]