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[doloresalbinsson]

Can I have Mort for C9?

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[awanderingselkie]

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“Moooortimer.” Oliver draped himself over his roommates back, leaning his chin against his shoulder. “Come on, you need to relax a little! It’s not even a month into the semester and you’re already burning the candle at both ends. You need to take a break.

“We could go see a movie,” he murmured, his tone turning a bit more serious and far less whining. “Or just stay in and catch up on Netflix, take a nap. The work will still be there in an hour or two.”

[minamxrray]

@mgrxves || Closed Starter 

“Mr. Graves, would you like some tea brought through?” Mina hovered in the doorway to the drawing room. She had been for some time, quietly observing the undertaker as he made preparations. She didn’t dare look down to what he tended to though, her heart couldn’t bear to see her beloved friend so horribly altered in death from the stunning beauty that she once was. This man possessed a good reputation, at least that was what Lord Goldaming claimed when he informed her of the preparations made for the funeral of Mrs Westenra and her most beloved daughter. A fine undertaker to give these wonderful women a truly fitting send off. Yet, with the low mood of the house, the young bride noted the servants distinct ignorance of their proper housekeeping duties and so... the young Mrs Harker thought to brave the room to make her gentle offering.

[willowail]

@mgrxves

Thomas Caldwell was not very good at mourning.

Wear black, right. That made sense, he could do that. It was the other bits that befuddled him. He understood the concept quite well-- be sad and grieve the loss of someone you knew. He had managed it with his brother well enough.

But the issue was that he didn’t know little Miles. The boy’s death was tragic, but in the way that all children’s deaths are tragic. There was nothing personal at all about the boy’s passing, and something in Thomas felt terribly guilty about that.

The result was that as Thomas escorted the undertaker to the room where the boy’s body was being kept, he had the look of a man who had just committed some kind of deeply uncomfortable social faux pas, rather than a bereaved uncle.

It was almost a relief when, as they neared the boy’s room, the housekeeper bustled up with a look of alarm and exclaimed that she thought little Flora was with him.

Relief, then annoyance, and then more of the guilt. It was ever-present lately, whenever the children were involved.

“Yes. Well. I ought to-- go look for her, I suppose.” Thomas cast an uncomfortable glance at the undertaker. “His room is just down the-- er-- I’ll be back shortly.”

And with that, the gentleman loped off.

In the newfound quiet of the hall, a child giggled from inside the dead boy’s room.

[weaponsdirector]

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I hope this is accurate

[wxthin-wxthout]

It figured the most compelling reason he had to visit extended family involved death.

Though maybe 'visit' was too strong a word because he must have exchanged all of fifty words to his relatives. He didn't particularly feel one way or the other for the people in the room, even for the man laid out in the casket, a distant cousin he'd met just twice in his life, neither occasion memorable. He could not grieve with the guests nor speak to any on a conversational level at a funeral, so Nick merely wandered the halls while he waited for the ceremony to begin. He blended in well enough among the murmuring crowds.

But he was not the only one. On turning a corner, Nick bumped into a taller man, nearly falling as he stumbled back. "Pardon me--" he stammered, gathering his bearings. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see you there." 

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[ittfesters]

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“ ANYTIME, pal ! ” There’s a hearty slap on the back from Fester here, a huge grin on his face. “ Look at you, at it again. What a guy ! ”

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“What’s it like..? Doing what you do?” 

No introductions, no hello. Just straight to the point - well question. There was no point, at least, not one that Robbie had predetermined. He was out roaming the streets, missing a high he had left behind years ago. But that didn’t mean it was completely gone, or that cravings kept him awake at night. This was him looking for a distraction.

Later down the line, he would be sorry he interrupted the man and wasted his time.