Hartly appears unoffended by Scarlet's dismissal of his words, though his words do get caught up as all but Mr. Bryant depart for tables without ordering a drink. To John, however, he responds welcomingly. "A snifter of brandy it is, good sir. And for your friends, I will just take their ambivalence to mean barkeep's choice. Hopefully no one is disappointed. As for your interest in returning later, if you are offended easily, I would suggest safer fair. Most evenings are busy, though the door is carefully controlled to ensure availability for the most choice guests. As for who you need to know? That is simple, the proprietor, Lord Edrington. I believe he is about, I can see if he has a few moments for an introduction. As for sins, this is a haven for all comers, so acts of violence or theft against other guests or the staff will be dealt with most hastily. Now, have a seat and I will bring the drinks over." Hartly turns away and begins working on several beverages for you. He also means toward the stage, "Oi, Gideon, we have some right proper guests. How about a tune for them?" The young musician, who up until then had been oblivious, looks up to see your company seated in the tables and hops to his feet, drawing his now across the strings of his violin.
The young man hits one or two off notes as he excitedly begins, but in moments descends into a moving rendition of a sailor's lament, singing as he plays, sharing the tale of a love lost to the fury of the sea. It is tragic, but moving.
Looking around the place you find memories of your past affairs rising in your mind. Then it hits you - you have been here before, only then it was called The Sheikh's Silken Den, the front of the building was masked in a tacky Persian facade, and the interior even more gaudy multi-colored curtains and low lanterns. Smelling deeply, you can just catch a hint of the incense that used to burn so vibrantly then. You came several times with Glory and her clique, each time escorted or entertained by another group of wanting suitors. It had been a ridiculous spot, if entertaining for a time. You do not recall when or how it closed. But you do distinctly recollect that the room you are currently in was only its entrance, that passages lead to multiple other chambers, both small and large, including the Harem's Hall, a large show space filled with all manner of 'flavors' to be observed and enjoyed. And im the corner of this room, between a stack of crates and the edge of the state's curtain, you spot one of those hallways.
William perks up at the mention of Jack and examines Jakob with renewed interest. Did he have an encounter with the Ripper? Lost someone maybe? ...it would fit the Connections.
Taking a seat with the others, William scans the space looking for anything beyond the norm in this establishment. "So you get a lot of carousing types in here, do you Mr. Hartley?"
Her voice breaks as though it cannot work properly, "I'm sorry for stepping away..." In time, she corrects her tonal errors and continues. "I do hope you haven't been too long missing my presence. How is everything here?"
"Don't be fretting, Lady Grey, you're grand.", Peter replies with a smile. He is not the most rushed of individuals it seems.
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Peter is quiet and watchful.
Drinks and a bit of music, not so bad! Except for the the shadows stalking the patrons...
Peter loses himself in observation, to glean what he can...
As the ladies speak, Jakob nonchalantly turns an ear their way, curious as to any information they may have garnered. Lord Edrington. Lord Edrington. Lord Edrington. That name just doesn't ring a bell. Neither does that Countess Craven. You'd think I'd at least heard of this Edrington fellow. I know several owners of various bars and yet I've never heard of this bloke. Scratching his head, Man I got nothing. Ah well, probably not too important anyway I guess.
"I'd be grateful for an introduction, yes," John replies with a smile, "thank you. And, as for sins, I don't have the taste for violence or theft anyways. I suppose if this was confession I'd say my own weakness was simple lust, Father Hartley... but you cater to a wide variety of appetites here? Is it easy to observe what's on offer before committing to participate, or is there an expectation that all present are prepared to be involved?"
Scarlet had not intended to be rude to Hartley. She addressed his introduction and invited him to incorporate her being there by having his musician play, but perhaps there was a bit of overprotected pride in guarding her womanly virtue by not ordering at the bar. As others do not, she does notice and feels a twinge of guilt. Being an amiable and charitable person, she purposes to be extra friendly to him from now on.
In the meantime, she pays attention to the violinist. "This "Gideon" seems quite the artist for such an establishment, and given his skill, I'm considering the hidden wonders of the evening if this is what they have for entertainment during the day."
She knows the song, having spent a lot of time on boats for international travel. Sailors always seem to be singing songs like this. While she will not sing along, those of keen awareness will notice her finger tapping on her parasol in advance to the direction of the song. This is a simple sign that she does know it.
With Jakob listening in, she asks him, "You seemed to know the barkeep, Jakob. Were you a patron of bars or were you employed on the regular with him?"
Jakob turns his attention to Scarlet, "I've seen him a time or two over the years. I try to get to know the barkeeps around town seeing how I'm one myself. I don't know, sorta like a 'family' type thing I guess." He shrugs. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't patronize one or two of 'em," he confesses, grinning wryly.
"They are a tough sort. I believe they can handle a little patronization," she laughs lightly with a little bit of a sigh at the end. Surely it is a weight off of the shoulders to laugh a little after stressful times.
Bouncing off his direction of "family" in conversation, she flawlessly slides into a subject possibly sore for him, but with the best intentions. "Do you have any family locally?" she asks.
The big fellow drifts off in thought for what cannot be much more than a moment as if searching for the right answer or possibly something else before, "Nope. Just me and my flat. There's a lot less disagreements that way. I pretty much win them all," he says, smiling kiddingly as he shrugs. He quickly turns toward the bartender, "A drink, Hartly, if you would, mate! Surprise me!" He then turns his attention back to the ladies, "Yeah, um, yeah, just me. Well, my parents reside in Manchester but it's been a while since I've seen them. You know, hard to travel about nowadays with costs and all and having to actually find the time on top of that," he explains, shrugging as if that's just how it is while grinning. But if one looked hard enough, one might gather that he would appear to be somewhat out of sorts about it but if that is the case, it's truly difficult to tell with how well he hides through his smile.
Lucia doesn't pay much attention to the conversation, as she is busy looking around while memories stir within her.
"I have been here before," she tells Scarlet. "Only then it was called The Sheikh's Silken Den. I do not recall when or how it closed, but I do remember that the room we are currently in was only its entrance: there are passages that lead to multiple other chambers. Do you see that corner of this room? Between the stack of crates and the edge of the stage's curtain. There - one of the hallways."
A chuckle will come from Scarlet at Jakob's joke, followed by a nod. She isn't sure about how expensive travel is. Such is a problem for the poorer classes, but she understands his perspective. Again, she will pick up on his subtle hintings as only a cult-hunter would.
"You know, at times I have get-togethers, balls, parties and such. We often use a random bartender from somewhere. If you are interested, I could recommend you to my uncle. We might pay better than some jobs, and that would give you coin enough to return home. A son shouldn't be too long without seeing his parents." "I would give any sum to see you again, now."
She will waver at the thought, and fortunately, Lucia breaks her sadness by recalling her travels here. Scarlet has heard rumors of Lucia's escapades, but only to a degree. She is a friend, so she never paid them mind, even if true.
"Hmm...mysterious I say!" she wriggles her eyebrows playfully. "For an establishment adoring secrets and mysteries, it'd be uncouth of us not to partake, don't you say? I say after our drinks and music, we explore--that is, unless we do meet Lord Edrington."
Just as he's about to respond to Scarlet, Lucia begins to speak. When she finishes, Jakob looks to her curiously. "How long ago was that? That is, when it was called the... um... Silken den or whatever it was you called it." He then looks off into the distance as he ponders something else before turning back to her. "Wait a minute, did you work here? I mean, if there are hallways in this place, that's really the only way you'd know about them, right?"
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Before Lucia has the chance to answer Jakob's question regarding her possible employment in the former establishment, Hartly arrives at the table with a tray of beverages and a bottle chiller under his arm. Protruding from the chiller is a bottle of champagne, which he sets down between the ladies along with two glasses. He then places the snifter of brandy before Mr. Bryant, then finally graces the other three gentlemen each with a pint of stout and a small pour of some whiskey. ”Beyond the gentleman’s request, I took it upon myself to ensure a libation for each of you to enjoy. Ladies, this is a bottle from La Grande Dame du Champagne, Madame Clicquot. Gentlemen, I’ve poured you each a pint of our house dark, and a just a touch of Powers Irish Gold. I hope you all enjoy."[b]
Stepping back, he is about to turn when he catches Mr. Westford's question. With a bit of a chuckle, [b]"Do we get carousing types? Hehe, well, this is a house of lavish endulgence, where many unique and exotic flavors can be enjoyed, if you have the coin. So yes, we have such a crowd. If they get our of line, we kindly escort them to the street outside. As for learning what tastes are available Mr. Bryant, well, we have staff to help with that. Oh, and our most gracious host Lord Edrington will be making his way over shortly for an introduction. Now, please enjoy the show.”
The violinist and singer performs several more songs, each with a unique style and from a different heritage - a Scottish pastoral piece, a ballad from the French resistance, a jaunting tune from the Americas. On it went, with each balancing the line between beautiful and haunting in some way. As your drinks near to their completion, a middle-aged man who could only be described as diminutive, sporting a stylish suit and a most avant-garde hair and beard style, approach to the table.Stepping first to Scarlett, then quickly to Llucia after her, he bows and kisses each of the ladies hands. Turning, he offers a slightly shorter bow to the gentlemen. "Lords and Ladies of London, welcome. I am your most humble host, Edrington. I understand this is your first visit to our establishment - how may I be of service to you?"
"You are too kind, Hartly. We appreciate it."
Women weren't expected to pay when out in the company of men. Instead, Scarlet offers Hartley a bit more than their drinks are worth. She will warmly smile to him so he understands that she knows it's more than what they are worth.
Scarlet enjoys the tunes, particularly those from America, which brings back memories of the man she met once from there and would rest her hands in her lap, but really what she wants to do is get up and dance. Such restrictions were not normal for her until her life became rooted in London.
As Lord Edrington approaches, she will rise. He is a Lord after all. She will curtsey as he takes her hand in an old fashioned way. With a grin on her face due to his bows and kindness, she will sit down again as he seeks to introduce himself.
Scarlet will allow the men first to answer before asking, "Such mysteries need to be explored. Is a tour available by chance sir?"
"Ah, sir," William addresses Edrington. "I've been away from the city for some time. The Cirque is a fine establishment, but unknown to me beyond a casual reference the other night. We learned something of your style from the good Mr. Hartley, but I was wondering if you could enlighten us to the history of this place.
[b]Where did the idea spring from, and why this location?"
Jakob thanks Hartly for the drink, paying the man accordingly. He then turns his attention to Edrington as he arrives and introduces himself to them all. The big guy remains quiet and takes a drink as he awaits the host's response to the questions asked of him.
”Lord Edrington, a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” John replies, standing to greet the gentleman. Drawing his ornate card case, he slides out one of his calling cards and offers it to the other man adding, ”John Billings Bryant at your service. I trust you recognize Lady Gray. This is Mister Westford and Miss Wriothesley. And these are our associates Jakob and Peter. Thank you for taking the time to greet us.”
"Thank you, there is a thirst upon me."
Peter apparates a battered leather wallet and draws from it coin that matches the price of his drinks.
When John introduces Peter and their companions, Peter nods and adds:
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Edrington, a pleasure indeed."
The master of the house smiles as Mr. Bryant offers his card and begins the introductions of your colleagues. Looking at Scarlet, his smile grows into a wide grin. "Lady Gray, or should I say Lady Carver - my oh my, the talons of high society's women are soft as butter in comparison to the steel of yours - they have bark, but you most certainly have bite! We are in esteemed company. Mr. Bryant, a solicitor - I trust you are Lady Gray's agent? This seems to be a most diverse entourage for the Lady, though given her removal from the typical structures of London's elite, she is entitled to her whims. Let me once again say welcome to you all."
Nodding to Hartly, the barkeep hurries over with a cocktail for him. Taking a sip, he sits at the table with you. "Mr. Westford, we are indeed a new establishment. After some travels through the greatest cities of Europe, I found myself back in London inspired to create a more vibrant hall of entertainment. So I sought the most talented individuals, masters of their respective crafts, and formed the Cirque to allow each the chance to ply their trade in a venue where they could demand their true worth. As for the location itself? Well, it had served as a previous establishment that had closed down, and under less than flattering circumstances, so I was able to acquire it and had the old trappings removed. I know the space looks rather bland right now, but that's because it takes on a different facade each night, according to the whims of my performers."
Taking another sip of this cocktail, he hears Scarlett's question and begins to respond, "Lady Gray, the Cirque is what you see in front of you. It is humble yes, but -" Edrington comes to an abrupt halt, now clearly reading the knowing looks on your faces. With a chuckle, he downs the rest of his cocktail. ”My apologies, good lady. Normally access to the Cirque is by invitation only. But as you figured it out, and you all make such dynamic company, today I will make an exception. Most guests that walk off the street only see this. And for them, it is quite the show. But for those elite with the resources necessary to enjoy our finest offerings, another world awaits beyond. Please take your drinks, we'll go for a walk."
Rising, Lord Edrington leads you across the room, and toward the shadowed space between the stage and the boxes. Stepping through the doorway, you find yourselves met by a staircase first down to a short hallway, then back up. It is barely lit, and smells of exotic spices from the far East. As you rise once again, you find yourself entering the grand foyer of a theatre, with a pair of sweeping staircases on either side and a set of double doors between opposite your entrance. A bar stands to your right, and a series of paintings adorn both the walls and several easels on the floor.. The stairs themselves lead up to a landing with halls going off in either direction, as well as three single doors opening into the (presumed) same space as the double doors below it. A pair of men are working to the left, hanging the last work of art in the set currently displayed - a highly lifelike series showcasing the moment of ecstacy in for its nude subjects. Definitely not something that would hang in the recently opened National Gallery.
Edrington nods to the workers as you pass through, and taking the double doors in both hands, he jubilantly opens them, "Welcome to the Cirque du CHUCHOTER!" before you stands a sizable thrust stage, surrounded by clusters of couches, settees, and lounges arranged to allow multiple small groups to take in the performance. Above you stands a wrap around balcony, granting further seating. Deep burgundy curtains flank the stage, and accent multiple areas of the room. All the woodworking is elaborately carved, something one might find in the grand hall at Windsor. Low, warm yellow light pulses from what can only be gas lamps set in the wall. Subtle aromas of vanilla and cinnamon dance across your nose. Several staff members move about the chamber, polishing fixtures, fluffing pillows, and seeing to the many details of the exquisite space. "This is the heart of the Cirque, where a performer bares their soul and shares their passion. Beyond this main room, there are multiple smaller chambers, each designed to allow an artist to share their talents with the guests of the house. And obviously, beyond that, there are the spaces we use to help make this fantasy into reality."
Just as he's about to respond to Scarlet, Lucia begins to speak. When she finishes, Jakob looks to her curiously. "How long ago was that? That is, when it was called the... um... Silken den or whatever it was you called it." He then looks off into the distance as he ponders something else before turning back to her. "Wait a minute, did you work here? I mean, if there are hallways in this place, that's really the only way you'd know about them, right?"
Lucia is grateful for the arrival of the champagne, which allows her to carefully formulate her thoughts before replying to the artless question.
"I didn't work here." She does her level best not to be offended, but it is a mark of how she has sunk in the world that she could ever be mistaken for one of the working classes. "I came here as a guest of a friend that I have since lost touch with."
That's not untrue, but it's far from the complete truth.
As they are taken on their tour of the place, she looks around carefully, trying to square the present form of the building with the way it was when she last visited. Memories - some welcome, some most definitely not - can be found in the most unexpected of places. She certainly never thought she would ever be revisiting this one.
John notes the guarded answer that Miss Wriothesly gives Jakob but has far too well developed manners to press the issue at all.
As Lord Edrington shows off the grand theater, he remarks, "Magnificent. I have seen some fine venues before, my lord, but I dare say this is amongst the finest. Do you have a schedule of performers and the specific crafts which they have mastered or is the viewer to be surprised by the evenings fare?"
"Well...," she will respond to Lord Edrington in regards to John and the company of others. While they all share a table, she only arrived with Peter and Lucia. It is said in an accepting manner at his compliments as if to say thank you without saying so, nor without disagreeing with him. She will, however, still curtsey graciously to him as his station demands before she sat down.
Scarlet would be inclined to be offended at Jakob's implications of Lucia working there, but as it is, she has no idea what the Sheikh's Silken Den would have been then. Given her friend's reaction, she assumes it would not be a place she would want to be associated with. She will place a caring hand on Lucia's under the table, out of sight of Jakob, as if to say she is agreeing with her fury and that she need not bear it alone.
Hartley seems to join them, which she finds odd as the Lord continues onward. Perhaps there is a bar inward in the unknown?
With Lord Edrington discerning her intent, as well as the others, she will bow her head to non-verbally agree with what was in his mind, that she and the others, know of his backroom dealings. She will give a light, playful laugh to his apology before humbly accepting his offer.
"Please, by all means, lead the way, sir."
As she takes her drink and follows the group, only second to the Lord. "Did we just move into an adjacent building?" she wonders at the dip and rise in elevation. Her eyes fall on the painting and she nonchalantly looks at the others in the room before following the Lord further, but in her heart, she is burning with curiosity and passions that have not been awakened in her as a young woman--passions that as a Christian woman she subdues without a sign of dislike on her face. After all, she is here to investigate, not burn with lust or fight it.
Another slight laugh bursts from her at the excitement of the Lord as he tears open the doors and announces them his work. She will actually clap to celebrate with him.
"I certainly had no idea such a facade was behind this simple curtain. I wonder, what other secrets you may be hiding, Lord Edrington. Have you any plans to procure other buildings to expand this adventure?"
Lucia is grateful for the arrival of the champagne, which allows her to carefully formulate her thoughts before replying to the artless question.
"I didn't work here." She does her level best not to be offended, but it is a mark of how she has sunk in the world that she could ever be mistaken for one of the working classes. "I came here as a guest of a friend that I have since lost touch with."
That's not untrue, but it's far from the complete truth.
"Ah. I see. That makes sense," he nods in understanding, thinking nothing more about it.
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Jakob keeps to himself and continues to observe. At the mention of 'Lady Carver' though, Lady Carver? I wonder what that's all about. Why is he calling her that? Is that some type of nickname? He thinks on it a moment before quietly shaking his head. I don't know. Heck, I barely know any of these people as it is. Probably not important anyway. It does seem odd though. He then pulls his pack up over his shoulder as Edrington offers a tour, grabs his drink, and follows along.
Peter tries to decide what he makes of Edrington as he finishes off his Powers.
As he walks into the hitherto-hidden space, pint of porter in hand, he concludes:
A man with a taste for the lavish! But what lies behind this?
He silently takes in the space, trying not to let the painting distract him by reminding him of past liasons.
Lord Edrington sits down on a plush lounge and reaches into a cabinet, only to produce a bottle of wine and a few glasses. Pulling a corkscrew from his pocket, he opens the bottle and pours himself a splash, swirls it and checks the nose before quaffing it. ”Mmm, exquisite. Would you care for a glass?” he offers to you all in general.
”Mr. Bryant, were I to print a schedule, then guests could pick and choose when they come. But with mystery the flavor of the house, everyone returns over and over, both hoping to see their favorite performer while also excited to experience what the new day will offer. It also grants our performers a more balanced audience to share their talents with. Thus a dynamic yet unknown artist has the chance to play before a full house, rather than wasting years of their lives in a dirty hole making coppers hoping to be discovered. And an established performer has to stay at the top of their game, rather than slacking and living off their reputation. In the end, all benefit from it, including the house.”
Pouring a glass of wine for any that express interest, he smirks at Scarlet’s comment about his secrets. ”Why Lady Gray, of course I have my secrets, though I doubt no more than yourself… or your companions, for that matter. Truth be told the space was larger than I had anticipated, but it was all included in the deed of purchase as one property, so I use it to its extent. The building we are in currently looks like some kind of warehouse from the outside, most amusing to consider. No, I do not plan to purchase more nearby buildings, but that does not mean I never will - who knows what the future may hold.”
Rising once again to his feet, he looks around the grand hall. ”It is a shame that you are here when the space is empty - right now, it is little more than a shell. You ask so many questions and I feel my words do little to sate your thirst, perhaps living it would help more. Please, would you all do me the pleasure of joining me tonight, here, as my honored guests?”
Giving that Lord Edrington is suspending all gentlemanliness to sit without inviting them to sit, she can see that this is a place without societal rules. She will select a nice chair to lounge on and will sit upon it comfortably. Subconsciously, she does not touch the back of her chair with her back, but still sits somewhat properly instead. If one of the higher class were to judge her, they would see that she is sitting in a more comfortable stance than normal.
With the drink of Hartley's still in her hand, her claps earlier were more for show than for sound. Even now, as she's offered wine, she will have not finished.
"You can pour a glass for me tonight, as I will do my very best to be here to appreciate your accommodation."
"Mother's whist game is tonight. I should be able to sneak out for a good long while. I shall leave a note saying that I'm walking our gardens in solitude. That should give me more time to spend as I need for this purpose."
John gratefully accepts the wine, having finished the last of his brandy in order to begin the tour unencumbered.
After waiting for Lady Grey to answer first, he replies, "And I would be honored to accept your gracious invitation, Lord Edrington. Is there a particular hour upon which we should call?"
Peter nods.
"I would indeed accept your offer, Lord Edrington."
Jakob with a hand partially raised shakes his head. "No thanks, mate. What I've got will do me." He points a finger at his current drink he still holds. "But I will accept your invitation when it comes to that 'honored guests' bit. Sounds interesting."
Lucia remains standing, doing her best to ignore her growing sense of discomfort. She sips politely at her drink but barely tastes it. Her instincst are to refuse the invitation with as much grace as she can manage it, but her companions accept before she can cut them off and she is left with little choice.
She inclines her head in assent. "Thank you, My Lord. Your invitation is gratefully received."
The prospect of returning to this place, face-lift or no, sets an unpleasant commotion in her stomach, akin to butterflies (if butterflies were demonic and evil). But maybe she's just overreacting based on her past. She hopes.
As each of you accept his invitation, a broad smile grows across Lord Edrington's face, akin to something a child would sport on Christmas morning. "Excellent, most excellent! You'll be my honored guests this evening, and you will have a taste of what the Cirque has to offer. The front of the house will be open from now until then, and you can arrive there for a cocktail at any time. After 8:00 p.m., those guests on the invite list will be discreetly escorted back into the inner halls. We do have one rule in the Hall of Whispers, as this is called - all persons present must be adorned in a mask. It's styling and nature can be of your choosing, and it can show as little or as much of your face as you'd like. Please understand that this is a space for people to safely explore their passions and desires free of judgment, and we ask that what you see here remain here. Now, let's get you back up front and on your way. I have an evening's performance to prepare for! Ladies, would you do me the honor?" He offers his elbows to Lucia and Scarlett to escort you both out.
Your assembled group quickly makes its way back into the common room at the front of the complex. Hartly gives you a knod as you walk back in, and you notice that several more persons have gathered in the public face of the establishment. Lord Edrington wishes you farewell then heads off through a different door. Exiting through the front, you find your carriages waiting outside for you.
The feeling that Lucia was feeling, she too feels. Although it is unlikely shown on her face, she wants to leave as soon as possible.
"Thank you," she will say kindly and take Lord Edrington's arm. It is strange that he would prepare something for them, continually asserting that her other companions were with her, but they all knew of his secret rooms now. What else could he do? She wonders if this preparation will be for her. "Until later," she will voice with a curtsey to the Lord as she excuses herself at the doorway.
After saying goodbye to the Lord, she will likewise say goodbye to her newfound allies outside once the doors are closed.
"Until tonight then. I may be late or early, depending on how well I can steal away. I did not notice any behavior that would lead me to believe there is a connection to what happened to Mr. Wainwright, however, there is most certainly opportunity in such a backroom as that. Did anyone else notice anything?"
Lucia does her best to discern their host's motives and generally get a sense of what they might be in for later that evening. Lord Edrington's talk of masks and charades, as well as passions and desires, causes a chill to run down her spine, but she does her best to supress it. She wonders whether Glory was the only game in town - she had assumed that few others would dabble in such foolishness, but she is now starting to question that assumption.
As soon as they are outside and - she hopes - out of earshot, she follows Scarlet's lead in the conversation. [b]"I must confess I am frankly uncomfrotable about our course of action, but I cannot see a way to now decline the invitation - or think of a better way to get access and look around. However, I am deeply uneasy, although I cannot say for certain whether I noticed anything to cause that feeling.
"I believe, perhaps, that he was keen to invite us because we made a good impression, and because people with connections in high society--like Lady Gray and, I daresay, myself--are good for drumming up new business," John offers. "As for noticing any connections... there was nothing obvious that I noted. There were a number of interesting smells as we moved through the place... I thought, maybe, I noted a hint of jasmine on Mister Wainwright; I didn't recognize any inside but with all the fragrances in there it is possible that one of the hidden rooms or hallways might have been the source?"
He pulls out his fancy gold pocket watch and checks the time. "If Lady Grey is uncertain of the hour at which she will arrive, perhaps we should rendezvous elsewhere so that we can arrive together? I do have some business to which I must attend this afternoon, but surely there is a more traditional tavern in the area at which we could meet this evening for supper and to await Lady Grey's arrival?"
Peter mulls over those parting words of Edrington.
"I did not spot any one thing that drew my eye. Now, where do we get masks in London?"
Scarlet sighs at ease as Lucia mentions she is uncomfortable with the situation. She would comment, but she first listens to John and Peter.
"I believe you may be correct, Mr. Bryant. Thank you for that insight. I too wish there was another way to navigate and investigate this scenario. I do not like the thought of my name being associated with such a place. A man's life is on the line, as well as untold others, and murderers abound without restraint in London. If we truly believe this despicable act of allowing a group of violent people to behave in such a way, 'free of limitation', could have originated from such a place, we have a duty to our fellow man. I will not judge anyone for stepping back though as I myself wish that I could."
In regards to a mask, she is unsure, as hers are custom-made for her.
"I cannot say, Mr. Caffrey. I'm certain there is somewhere. Perhaps among our number of masks at home, we can make one up for you that is not so feminine. I am quite proficient at editing fashions of masks...although my whole life I'd say I've been doing so for myself and other women, I accept the challenge. We shall equip you fine." With that, she will chuckle. "Do you have a mask, dear?" she looks to Lucia inquisitively. For her, the task will be far easier.
Jakob simply nods in farewell as he walks out with the others. "Yeah I'm going to need a mask as well. I wonder if there's a place around that sells them?" he asks rhetorically, giving it some thought.
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He pulls out his fancy gold pocket watch and checks the time. "If Lady Grey is uncertain of the hour at which she will arrive, perhaps we should rendezvous elsewhere so that we can arrive together? I do have some business to which I must attend this afternoon, but surely there is a more traditional tavern in the area at which we could meet this evening for supper and to await Lady Grey's arrival?"
"You know, mate, we could always meet at my place. I'm about to head there now... work and all you know," he says, shrugging. "It's not the fanciest inn in town, mind you, but it's an option. Just a thought. If not, no worries, I can just meet you all back here later tonight unless you all have another spot in mind?"
”I have a mask that I wore to an event this past All Hallows’ Eve,” John offers, ”and one simple masquerade mask that someone could borrow.”
Looking to Jakob, she grins and nods her head.
"I would be interested in seeing this inn. What is its name? I can certainly meet you all there when free."
Part of her is interested in which mask John wore on All Hallows' Eve? That is the unique thing about these gatherings, you hardly know who is who. She perhaps even danced with him that evening.
Jakob simply nods in farewell as he walks out with the others. "Yeah I'm going to need a mask as well. I wonder if there's a place around that sells them?" he asks rhetorically, giving it some thought.
Lucia nods. "I shall require a mask, as well. I had thought my days of attending such things to be long past, else I would have held onto them. The imported Venetian-made ones are the classic, but the local shops can make something from papier-mmache that is almost as good. Indeed, once lacquered and varnished it can be hard to distinguish the best London-made from the imported."
"Then you shall wear one of mine," she grins to Lucia, hoping to disperse the tension of the situation.
Scarlet will walk back up to the building and open the door to go back inside briefly. She will close the door behind her and head to where, hopefully, Lord Edrington still lingers.
"Lord Edrington, I believe I will be coming tonight as Scarlet "Carver", for announcing purposes, and I'll be bringing my sword...if that gives you any ideas for a show..."
She wriggles her eyebrows. Hopefully, this will distract from the more sexual themed evening to a more pleasant one watching her fence. Who can know with such a place? She will curtsey and head back out and proceed to the carriage to return Peter back to her home. Whether Lucia returns is up to her. the invite is graciously there.
"Very well," John says with a nod, "If Lady grey can provide a mask for Miss Wriothesly, and adapt something for Peter, I can lend Jakob my masquerade mask and Mister Westford my carriage so that he can return home to retrieve one or head to a shop to procure one. Then he can retrieve me from my office and we'll head to the inn where Jakob works to await the Lady's arrival. If that's agreeable to all?"
Once things are settled and the barrister is once more in his carriage with Mister Westford and Jakob, he makes sure that the barkeep gets another pasty on the way back to his flat.
"As plain as porter a mask for me, if ye can.", says Peter with gratitude.
Looking to Jakob, she grins and nods her head.
"I would be interested in seeing this inn. What is its name? I can certainly meet you all there when free."
"It's called the Horn of Plenty. Like I said, it's not much but we stay fairly busy."
"Very well," John says with a nod, "If Lady grey can provide a mask for Miss Wriothesly, and adapt something for Peter, I can lend Jakob my masquerade mask and Mister Westford my carriage so that he can return home to retrieve one or head to a shop to procure one. Then he can retrieve me from my office and we'll head to the inn where Jakob works to await the Lady's arrival. If that's agreeable to all?"
"Hey, thanks, mate! I appreciate it. And that's agreeable to me. Sounds like a plan."
Having exited the strange establishment, you find yourself standing in the street caught amidst a mixed feeling of trepidation and excitement. The evening’s invitation will hopefully shed light on the case you found yourselves thrust within, yet with it comes the very real possibility of danger for you all.
In watching Lord Edrington's mannerisms and behavior, you are surprised to find the showman is a rather honest man. There is no hint of deceit or malice in his words, and he seems genuinely excited to have you all as his guests for the evening. If anything, you catch a hint of what might be grandiose bravado in his descriptions of the Cirque’s offerings. Perhaps then, it is a bit more mild than he has suggested?
There is no threat or aggression in Lord Edrington's words. Instead, he seems genuinely excited to impress potential new friends.
You recall a conversation with a group of ladies at the bar one evening discussing their need for masks for a ball. They had mentioned that most milliners also make a decent trade in mask making. Beyond that, a haberdashery carries the many needs of men’s accessories, so they would likely have something.
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Having reached an agreement, you each make your way back to your personal lodgings. Some of you catch up on rest from the previous evening's events, while others go about your day's responsibilities.
Upon returning home your mind is awash with the day's events and you barely notice the door to the drawing room ajar. That is, until you hear her clear her throat. Turning your head, you see your mother, expertly positioned to have a perfect view of the door, seated within, staring directly at you. "Scarlett dear, do come in and have a seat."
She has a cup of tea beside her on the end table, and feigns interest in it, stirring the liquid as you enter. Before you even are down into the chair next to her, she starts in, stern and abrupt. "Scarlett, you have received the finest education money can buy - in truth, better than. You have been trained on the finer points of etiquette and high society. You are heir to both your father's and my family's lineages. So why then do you have the audacity to gallivant around like a drunken soldier? Walking the streets of the city unescorted... entertaining strange men in our house in the middle of the night… getting mixed up in some kind of criminal affair that necessitated the police's involvement!"
Her voice elevates with the final sentence, into almost a shriek. Pausing, she adjusts the pleats of her conservative dress. Recomposed, she continues. "Daughter, I have given you more than enough time to grieve the passing of your father. He was a military man, his life was always going to end in such a manner, it is our duty to maintain the composure befitting his kin. Not act like harlots. I am working to ensure your mess last night does not sully our reputation further, so that you might still have a chance at marrying a decent man of status. But likely, your options have shrunk considerably. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Scarlet will return home and most certainly catch up on rest at some point. Also, at some point, she will make up the masks in private so as to not incur questioning from her mother or the servants. The details of what each member desires she will receive from each of them before they leave the Cirque.
Before leaving that evening, she writes a letter of intent regarding what she is doing that evening, why, and what she wishes of those she loves upon her death. It is essentially a will if she does not make it out of the Cirque. Stamping it, she places it in her drawer. There, no-one will likely find it unless sorting through her things. She hopes she can dispose of it in the fire tonight after returning safely.
She has become quite proficient over the years to cause those in the household to know when to leave her alone in a kind way. Even Peter may not know she is gone yet. She takes an early dinner from the kitchen and feigns a headache. No-one, not even her mother will disturb her tonight. Not long after, she will sneak down the back stairwell, into the cellar and up out the back with her key without being seen.
It takes time to go on foot, and likely Peter will arrive before her, but in the end, she manages to secure a passing carriage to take her to the inn. She will arrive mostly on time. She wears a nice gown, but it is clear from the front that it is designed not only to look nice but also to be ready for action. At her side is a beautiful rapier that seems to match a semi-full golden mask that is in her hand. On the crown of which are various tassels and plumages to further conceal whoever would wear it. She also carries the other masks needed as well in-hand.
She will pause a moment in sitting as her mother scolds her, but in proper form, she will continue. It will be clear to her mother that she is taking the rebuke internally and thinking on her words, not acting like some childish brat.
The words about her father cut her deeply, and she struggles not to burst out and say something concerning the evil of cults and how it is not what he should have died, but instead, she keeps her mouth shut.
"I am sorry if I brought shame upon you and the family name. It was not my intention."
She clasps her hands in her lap, presenting the well educated young woman she is.
"I know you believe it of me to be running around wildly. I know you believe my behavior to be some misguided reaction to father's death, but I am acting in what I believe is in accordance with his wishes. Do you remember in Arabia how simple things were? Maybe I'm wrong...but I saw an injustice and had to act." The words were exactly the words her father used to explain why he fought so strongly in his life against the evils of the world. Perhaps her mother would remember them?
She looks downward a moment and then back up sadly, "Mother, I desire to be married someday soon. I want to provide for you, but at the same time, you raised me like this. Back in Arabia, it was clear to see when things were evil and wrong in front of us, and father fought it with all he had. We supported him there. Here, it is different. It's quiet. Deadly. Convoluted. Yet it is there all the same. I don't want to fight evil. I want to be happy with you. I want nothing more than to put down my fears and marry well, but I saw last night a touch of the same evil that loomed over us before here in London. I saw a man dying and I could not pass by. I remember the bible lessons you taught me about the Good Samaritan. I welcomed those into our home who, in kind Christian spirit, helped recover a man back to life who was destined for death."
She goes silent after that, wondering what her mother will say to it. She feels guilty, fully intending that evening to go out again.
John finishes his business as quickly as possible, then heads home to retrieve his masks: a simple black party mask for Jakob to borrow, and a rather more ornate squid-motif leather mask that covers nearly the entire face for himself.
He arrives at the Horn of Plenty several hours early, orders whatever is on special for dinner and chats with the other patrons while he waits. As he listens and guides conversations, he pays special attention to any mentions of strange disappearances or unusual encounters in the area.
"Then you shall wear one of mine," she grins to Lucia, hoping to disperse the tension of the situation.
Lucia inclines her head in gratitude, accepting Scarlet's largesse with relief. The idea of returning to her old haunts in search of a mask had not been pleasing to her - there is always the risk of running into someone who might recognise her from the old days.
Instead, she returns to her lodgings to get some rest. It has been a long day already, and it promiess to be another late night.
"Edrington seems to be forthright with us. He seems to enjoy sharing his pleasures with others."
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Peter selects an eyemask, not dissimilar to Jakob's but in a deep forest green shade, and makes sure to get sufficient rest.