Miss Evelyn Cardue's page

Sorry for the extended absence,... life got in the way for a bit there.

Evelyn sits in the office with her hands resting calmly on her small elegant handbag. "I'm sure you didn't mean to be so uncouth to my friend here, and your hesitation to believe us is, regrettably, understandable. Let me assure you, however, sir, that our story is nothing but the unvarnished truth. I don't ask that you believe us without evidence. First, you have the photographs there in front of you. Second, it would do no harm, surely, to ask about and see if what we say is true. This sir seems to be a conspiracy that reaches into this country's' government. Surely it behoves you, as His Majesty's representative here, to investigate?"

Yep, just a bit busy at work,... will post ASAP

So,... I'm not really sure where we can head to from here. Do we have any leads?

Evelyn glances at Victor. "Well i suppose its quite a nice little place... Rather rustic in a quaint way."

Evelyn stands by, looking about at the crowd and the city, which she hasn't previously visited. Sniffing, she wrinkles her nose. Quite a city you americans have built here" she says, "why you chose to build it in a swamp i'll never know."

Yes, I think so

Why thank you" Evelyn says to Morroway as she lets him help her onto the platform Yes, we do need to do something. Perhaps we should see whether we can secure our cargo as well?

If the police don't take the trunk straight away Evelyn will try to see about getting it unloaded and onto a taxi.

Evelyn nods "Perhaps that would be prudent" she says, replacing her small pistol in her handbag and following Morroway out the door.

Evelyn's just sitting tight with Morroway

Evelyn sniffs. "I don't think so, it's a filthy habit." she says, taking a small silver case out of her small handbag from which she withdraws a thin cigarette which she delicately lights.

Sit tight and wait?

As the men approach Evelyn pulls her small elegant handbag to her lap, reaching in to make sure that her small pistol is within easy reach.

Does the door have a lock?

Evelyn raises an eyebrow at the comment and nods in response. "I, can look after myself, yes."

"Perhaps I should carry the photographs? Anyone stopping us may be less likely to search a woman."

Evelyn pulls aout a deck of cards as they sit down in the train's restaurant car. "Would any of you gentlemen fancy a friendly game?"

"A little uncouth, perhaps, but I assure you that I've heard worse. Profanity seems somewhat justified given the circumstances. It does have a rather unpleasant odor, does it not?"

agreed

"Could we use alcohol to preserve it? My cousin was a collector of biological specimens in the colonies and his house was always filled with jars of frogs, lizards and other creatures preserved in that way. Might we try something similar?"

I'd say the train looks like the better option. Thoughts?

Evelyn turns and runs after George towards the gunshots, her pistol clutched in her hand.

Evelyn is evacuating with anyone who will join her.

"I think maybe we should retire upstairs gentlemen. It would not be good to be trapped down here should the fire spread. If you four would, perhaps, carry Mister Trufant and the Maid (what's her name?)" says Evelyn, indicating Mr Jaisimh, Mr Morroway, Mr Trufant the younger and Mr Hoadley, "I can lead the way with Mr Van Winkle in case of attackers."

Hmmmm. Let me have a look says Evelyn, looking around the area. Sometimes these old houses can have strange passages and there's a certain type that like to copy novellas and incorporate secret doors in to hide them. Perhaps there's some kind of switch?

Assuming that George points out the hidden door.

"Well they seem alright for the moment lads. Perhaps we should see where this leads?"

Sorry for the delay,... I have family staying at the moment and am having to entertain them. Will be a bit sparse for a couple of weeks. Feel free to DMPC if necessary.

Evelyn follows the others down towards the basement clutching a small pistol that she apparently had in her room.

Evelyn opens the door as the others rush downstairs. "I'll not be left here alone! Wait for me."

Evelyn sneaks over to her door and, first listening at it carefully, opens it just a crack to see what's happening outside.

Evelyn is in her room, performing the 2nd 1/2 of the action from last time.

Evelyn, now safely in the corridor next to her room, opens the door and steps inside.

Sorry for the delay.... Easter shenanigans.

Evelyn huddles behind the desk, shuddering as gunfire is exchanged around her. Seeing Harry dive for the corridor she, similarly dives for safety.

Evelyn stares at Misters Hoadley, Van Winkle and Morroway as they brandish their guns. "Goodness! Does everyone in this ridiculous country wear guns at dinner?" Nevertheless, she joins Mister Trufant in the lee of the doorframe.

"Sorry folks. Unless I can get access to some special tools, we will have to leave these drawers alone for now."

He turns his attention to the body, and examines the remains, especially around the injuries to see how the disguise was utilized.

Evelyn looks around at the others for a moment and then pulls a hairpin from her hair, bending down to look at the locks. I think we should at least try to find out a bit more before contacting anyone. The radio telegraph is out anyway and its raining. When I was little father hired a rather strange man as a groundskeeper, no-one better, he said, than a poacher to protect against poachers. Well Fred (that was his name) took me under his wing and,... well he did show me a thing or two..... Let's see"

2d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 6) + 5 = 12

Evelyn looks up as Victor enters. "That, sir, is our host."

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At George's suggestion she grimaces. "Whether a lizard or not, it is an elected official, and we are its guests. It would be very bad taste to dissect it, don't you think? But perhaps we should see whether we can find out anything else? Perhaps an investigation of its office?"

Quick question:

In the real world radio wasn't around in the 190Xs. How long has it been around in this world? How familiar would normal people be with it and other wireless devices? By "wireless" do you mean like radio, or more like wi-fi?

- Cheers.

Evie glances over at Thakur and turns back to the body. "If its all the same to you, sir, I think I will stay. I've never seen anything like this. I mean, after all, he has scales. Reptilian politicians might be common here in the colonies, but in England we're rather more conservative!"

Evelyn gasps, bringing her hand up to her mouth and stepping backward at the site of the senator's dead body. "Goodness me! He's not,... not human! But surely that's impossible?" she glances around at the others, her large eyes imploring. "What on earth is going on?"

Evelyn (Evie) Cardue is a young upperclass woman from Southern England. She has, for some time been gaining a reputation on the continent and in Britain as a talented and imaginative post-impressionist artist. More recently, her work has begun to be shown in America, where her clever use of blocks of vivid colours in grand abstract landscapes has caused a stir amongst collectors.