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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.
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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.
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