#nicholas:threads

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who: nicholas bruce & open where: White Rabbit Maze

Nicholas had started the maze with an old friend. Old in that Nicholas had known him since school, friend in the sense that they had shared rooms for a year, and Nicholas still felt obligated to spend time with him occasionally. In reality he could not stand the fellow. One of the reasons Nicholas could not stand him was that the man had no ability to pay attention to anything for more than a few moments. They had been in the maze for a few seconds before his companion declared the whole thing an overly difficult bore and disapeared.

Now Nicolas was alone. The maze which had seemed whimsical in a group was more terrifying when navigated by an individual. Every shadow was making him jump, the smallest sound of the wind causing his heart to clench.

"Dear god!" Nicholas swore, jumping with fear at the sudden appearance of a person behind him. They were reflected in the mirror in such a way that they appeared more like a faceless shadow than a real person, although he knew that was ridiculous. "I thought this maze was supposed to be fun!" He said, turning to face the figure. "Instead I find myself jumping at every shadow."

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who: nick & vitoria @wonderxrings where: the print shop

Nicholas knew he had left this far too late. He had hoped to make a proper introduction to his brothers fiancé at the Samhain celebrations. A public venue had seemed like the safest place to make the introduction, not least because there were still so many secrets being kept by the brothers. NIcholas did not feel confident he could be relied upon not to mess up if his brother was not by his side to coordinate their stories.

Even so, Vitoria was set to become a member of the family, Nicholas could not stomach knowing he had not properly welcomed her.

So he had come, tail between his legs and flowers picked from their gardens in hand, to introduce himself to vitoria in the place Nathanial had assured him he could find her. "Miss Wright?" He called out as he entered, confident his face would quickly give away his identity. "You must forgive me for taking so long to make this introudction!"

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who: nick & self

where: the side of the road, on the way to kensington palace

Nicholas was already running late. Paperwork would be the death of him, when he stepped into the role of heir, he'd had no idea just how much paperwork there would be. The second he thought he was getting on top of it, another pile which needed attending to would appear.

He had told his family to go ahead without him. Assured them he'd only be a few minutes behind. Instead it was nearly two hours later and his carriage was only just getting on its way.

At least this time he had actually sourced a decent costume, now the tailors and modistes were taking his credit again he was rather proud of the creation he had pulled together. He was sitting awkwardly in his seat, attempting to adjust his boots, when the carriage suddenly lurched, sending him flying into the opposite bench.

"God damnit," he swore. It quickly became obvious the carriage was sat at an odd angle, and unlikely to move again.

Climbing out he discovered the issue, one of the wheels had fallen off, leaving the carriage awkwardly stuck on the side of the road. His groom had already come running, staring at the axel with despair.

"Not to worry man, we'd have missed most of the festivities anyway. Let's see if we can wave someone down and hitch a ride back to London!"

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who: nicholas & @mcstardently

where: brooks's gentlemen's club

Nicholas let out a long sigh of relief when the guard who stood at the door of Brook's Gentleman's Club stepped to the side. Apparently, a new round of the gossip sheet was all that was needed for everyone to forget what had been written about him in the last one. Merchants were accepting his credit again, and he was no longer left to drink in an anonymous pub, away from where the real, upper-class business was happening.

He sank into one of the chairs with a long sigh, smiling happily as a glass of whisky was swiftly delivered into his hand. Apparently, even with his brief exile, the servers here still remembered his order. "It is shameful, just how much I have missed this club!" He spoke out loud, speaking to no one in particular.

"This may be the only place in London I don't feel observed. Terribly naive of me, I'm sure. Somehow, I suspect even this place is not immune to Lady Whistledown's eyes, yet I relax all the same." Taking a sip of his drink, he continued his uninvited musings - "Or maybe I just enjoy the drinks."