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Room 312 - Monday Morning
May. 17th, 2021 10:50 amThere was a mannequin in room. Which honestly wasn't the thing that was disturbing her the most at the moment.
No, it was the most recent copy of the Pall Mall Gazette, from her own time period that she was reading. Once again there was no message from Mother, which honestly Enola had expected. Instead there was a personal ad specifically written for her by other members of her family.
To E.H.: Please be reasonable. Amnesty promised on our family's honor; no questions asked. Please contact. -S.H. & M.H.
Enola swiftly penned a reply to the personal ad.
To S.H. & M.H.: Rot. -E.H.
As Enola finished her note and prepared it for mailing she turned around to once again see the mannequin sitting in the corner.
Enola let out a long sigh. "I shall have to talk to Five about finding you some additional clothes," she told Delores. "Because quite frankly you can't be wearing the same outfit day in and day out.
And now Enola was just disturbed now that she was talking to Delores.
[Open]
No, it was the most recent copy of the Pall Mall Gazette, from her own time period that she was reading. Once again there was no message from Mother, which honestly Enola had expected. Instead there was a personal ad specifically written for her by other members of her family.
To E.H.: Please be reasonable. Amnesty promised on our family's honor; no questions asked. Please contact. -S.H. & M.H.
Enola swiftly penned a reply to the personal ad.
To S.H. & M.H.: Rot. -E.H.
As Enola finished her note and prepared it for mailing she turned around to once again see the mannequin sitting in the corner.
Enola let out a long sigh. "I shall have to talk to Five about finding you some additional clothes," she told Delores. "Because quite frankly you can't be wearing the same outfit day in and day out.
And now Enola was just disturbed now that she was talking to Delores.
[Open]
Room 312 - Thursday Afternoon
Apr. 15th, 2021 01:07 pm
( The case regarding the missing Lady Cecily had taken a very strange turn. )Nevertheless, Enola was now back at school. She made her way to the dorm, still in her disguise as a nun. She was nursing a bad bruise on the side of her head and a rather disturbing scar/bruise around her neck as well.
Despite any looks she might have gathered on her way home, it was with great satisfaction to return to her room and start to remove the evidence she had gathered on Lady's Cecily's case. She placed the drawings, notes and other items into a hat box which in a moment of whimsy wrote "The Case of the Left Handed Lady" and placed it in her closet.
And then settled down to make a nice cup of tea.
[Because I had no good reason for her disappearance and now I do. Open!]
Room 312: Wednesday Evening
Jan. 13th, 2021 04:23 pmSince returning from London, what time Enola hadn't spent in class was spent in her room reading the journals of Lady Cecily.
( As she expected... )
Finally done with reviewing her case, Enola sat down and pulled out her own drawing set to help her relax.
And spent the rest of the evening sketching out sights she had seen in the last few days.
[Open but with SP warning.]
( As she expected... )Finally done with reviewing her case, Enola sat down and pulled out her own drawing set to help her relax.
And spent the rest of the evening sketching out sights she had seen in the last few days.
[Open but with SP warning.]
London - All day Saturday
Jan. 9th, 2021 08:31 amWhile Enola was missing out on the first weirdness of Fandom, she was definitely having her own kind of experience. Which was trying to get to London without attracting attention.
( To London... )
[OOC: NFB & NFI. Text modified from The Case of the Left Handed Lady]
( To London... )[OOC: NFB & NFI. Text modified from The Case of the Left Handed Lady]
Basilwether Estate - Friday Afternoon
Jan. 8th, 2021 10:17 amHer first week of class done, Enola packed up some of her clothes from home and headed out of the dorm. After the message from the young viscount, Enola had done a little research to learn of a certain agency known as "Portalocity" which would allow her to return home whenever she wanted without having to bother with weeks at sea. How wonderful!
( To England! And so much text )
[OOC: NFB, NFI unless somehow you are in England 136 years ago. Modified from The Case of the Left Handed Lady by Nancy Springer]
( To England! And so much text )[OOC: NFB, NFI unless somehow you are in England 136 years ago. Modified from The Case of the Left Handed Lady by Nancy Springer]
Clothes: https://fandomtownies.dreamwidth.org/23577539.html#comments
Common Room Breakfast: https://fandomhighdorms.dreamwidth.org/7043344.html
Class - Castletopia: https://fandomtownies.dreamwidth.org/23574756.html
Room 312 with Five: https://notfinishedyet.dreamwidth.org/812.html
Library with Lana: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7819098.html
Big Sib Illyana & Meeting Five: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7818700.html
School Picnic - Meeting Nina: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7818806.html
BWI: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7818349.html
Common Room Breakfast: https://fandomhighdorms.dreamwidth.org/7043344.html
Class - Castletopia: https://fandomtownies.dreamwidth.org/23574756.html
Room 312 with Five: https://notfinishedyet.dreamwidth.org/812.html
Library with Lana: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7819098.html
Big Sib Illyana & Meeting Five: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7818700.html
School Picnic - Meeting Nina: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7818806.html
BWI: https://fandomhigh.dreamwidth.org/7818349.html
Room 312: Monday Evening
Jan. 4th, 2021 02:02 pmIt had been an eventful day and Enola hadn't been to even one of her assigned classes yet. Thus far she had breakfast and a community class about a castle where she had met several new people. It was quite a change for her as most of her life had revolved around Enola and her mother and not much else. Her world expanded much more when she left Ferndale but even then it wasn't like she could go out and make friends of her peers. In England most girls her age were in finishing school where they would practice such useless things as embroidering. Even with the bizarre courses available here, at least she could get an education.
However what was occupying Enola at the present moment was the printed out copies of microfiche from newspapers of her time period. Specifically the Pall Mall Gazette personal ads from the week after she left England for America. To her surprise there were two coded messages hidden in the personals. The first one actually made her smile.
Agaricus lanipes, please contact me when convenient. I have need of your skills. - Burdock
"Oh, you clever boy, Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilweather. You are not quite the nincompoop I took you for," she said to herself before decoding the next message which was definitely more alarming.
Iris: Alone part - Chrysanthemum
That one had to be from Mother. Literally posted the day after she set sail. Reversing the letters and the words revealed the true meaning: "Enola trap"
A trap? For her? This school, despite all its oddities, certainly wasn't a danger to her. And if was a trap who set it for her? And why?
Her brothers immediately came to mind. She highly doubted Sherlock would bother with her at all anymore. Mycroft on the other hand had his reputation to uphold. Perhaps the false message that was sent was not a trap for her but merely a way to get rid of Enola altogether.
Enola sighed. Pushing away the copies and focused on getting unpacked and finding a place to put Dash. There was a mystery afoot but if this place was a trap, sometimes the best thing to do was to dangle your feet in order to attract the sharks.
Even though the last time she did this it almost had deadly consequences.
[Open]
However what was occupying Enola at the present moment was the printed out copies of microfiche from newspapers of her time period. Specifically the Pall Mall Gazette personal ads from the week after she left England for America. To her surprise there were two coded messages hidden in the personals. The first one actually made her smile.
Agaricus lanipes, please contact me when convenient. I have need of your skills. - Burdock
"Oh, you clever boy, Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilweather. You are not quite the nincompoop I took you for," she said to herself before decoding the next message which was definitely more alarming.
Iris: Alone part - Chrysanthemum
That one had to be from Mother. Literally posted the day after she set sail. Reversing the letters and the words revealed the true meaning: "Enola trap"
A trap? For her? This school, despite all its oddities, certainly wasn't a danger to her. And if was a trap who set it for her? And why?
Her brothers immediately came to mind. She highly doubted Sherlock would bother with her at all anymore. Mycroft on the other hand had his reputation to uphold. Perhaps the false message that was sent was not a trap for her but merely a way to get rid of Enola altogether.
Enola sighed. Pushing away the copies and focused on getting unpacked and finding a place to put Dash. There was a mystery afoot but if this place was a trap, sometimes the best thing to do was to dangle your feet in order to attract the sharks.
Even though the last time she did this it almost had deadly consequences.
[Open]
I believe you all call this an Infopost.
Dec. 23rd, 2020 02:28 pmWhich from what I understand is a merging of the words "information" and "post". How amusing!
( Now. Where to begin )
( Now. Where to begin )
