Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
Mary had nodded when fin spoke of monsters, thinking that he meant thieves and murderers at first. But when he spoke of devil created monsters with superhuman abilities, her expression became a mixture of surprise, and incredulity.
Superhuman abilities? But, how is this possible?
Her expression became downright terrified when he said that she happened two??such monsters right there in her home. Two of these monsters? She looked at ?Rayna, as she tried to think who the Munsters could be. I¡, Her tone was meek, very subservient as she began, it was now her turn to glance around to make sure absolutely no one was there. I think I may know one of them, I don¡¯t know what it is about her, but there¡¯s just something about her that I, I don¡¯t like. She tried to think who the other one could be, could it be the butler? Could it be one of the servants? She wasn¡¯t sure. It never dawned on?her that the other one could be the doctor that she loves so much. The other one couldn¡¯t be ?Pool, she was reasonably certain of that. He had been in the army, and could be a bit strict and rough at times, but she had suppose that was part of his military training showing up.? I wonder who they could be, she mused allowed.
Still, a small part of Mary wondered if the main reason she did not like Rena, was that Rena, had the doctor, making it so that she couldn¡¯t have him. I wouldn¡¯t mind having some proof, not to say that you were lying or anything, but, I would just like to know where you are coming from. It is great to know that you protect the innocent. Protecting others is a most noble cause.
On Saturday, March 20, 2021, 4:52 AM, Hugin <blaisegellert@...> wrote:
Finn nodded, glancing around, not speaking until he
was?curtain that none else would overheard. This conversation was only for
Himself, Mary and Rayna.
?
"This lady and I...we protect the innocent by
killing the monsters out there.? And trust me, Miss, there are monsters. I
don't just mean thieves and murders. I mean literal devil created monsters with
super human abilities...and what's worse, many of them look just like anyone
else.? You happen to have at least two in your home.? I would like to
help you, but first we must track their movements and learn their goals for
there are many more with whom they shall network if they have not already. If
you require proof, I can provide it, but I would not do so without your
permission."
?
There he was as concise and to the point as
possible.? One never knew when the master was coming home.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
?
Finn nodded, glancing around, not speaking until he
was?curtain that none else would overheard. This conversation was only for
Himself, Mary and Rayna.
?
"This lady and I...we protect the innocent by
killing the monsters out there.? And trust me, Miss, there are monsters. I
don't just mean thieves and murders. I mean literal devil created monsters with
super human abilities...and what's worse, many of them look just like anyone
else.? You happen to have at least two in your home.? I would like to
help you, but first we must track their movements and learn their goals for
there are many more with whom they shall network if they have not already. If
you require proof, I can provide it, but I would not do so without your
permission."
?
There he was as concise and to the point as
possible.? One never knew when the master was coming home.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
I suppose I am rather famished, Mary Beth reluctantly admitted, then she turned to the footman and kindly inquired, please bring me some of the Oriental food when you have time? She took another look at the patient, thank the powers, he seem to be sleeping at present, the argument at least for the moment, subsided.
Heidi feverishly wrote, R, E, N, f...,?Soon all the names mentioned by Elizabeth were neatly written down, row upon row. Very well mistress, I will get these sent away to the appropriate recipients as soon as possible; meanwhile, will there?be anything else?
God loves you.
On Wednesday, March 17, 2021, 3:08 AM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Well, my dear Mary Beth. After a very short time,
you already seem to know more than either Ludwig or I. I am grateful that you
have chosen to work with me, I really am. In the mean time, would you perhaps be
interested in some fortifications?
?
Our cook had a few experiments lately, something
inspired by her encounter with Oriental men. I am sure she would be delighted to
let you try it out. And Ludwig would be only too happy to bring it to you, just
ask him for anything. Isn't it right Ludwig?"
?
Van Hoff eagerly inquired, making the footman
grunted in acknowledgment. Ludwig supposed his time could be spent better with
Bethany, but it won't do to mention that, he?knew better than to argue with
the Master.?
?
*
"I think...it is pronounced Renfield. Yes, that
sounds right," Elizabeth mused, remembering Keres mentioning a few names, some
of them all mixed up in her head just then.
?
She distinctly remembered her new friend talking
about several people, but precisely which needed to be invited was beyond
her.?Nonetheless, Elizabeth supposed there would be no harm done in
including a few more people.?What was a good party after all, if not for
meeting many promising people.
?
"I think, there was somebody else, but as I cannot
remember them yet, it can wait. We will start with those, dear Heidi," Elizabeth
happily suggested, all the more gracious for her words were not called into
doubt, did not seem to garner any objections or require clarifications. She
consequently ?felt pleased with Heidi, their earlier exchange
notwithstanding.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, March 10, 2021 9:48
AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Thank you Doctor, Mary Beth replied with a smile. How could she
resist, especially when he called her such endearing names. He¡, He appeared
earlier to be having some sort of argument, I would surmise that perhaps it is
with his wife, apparently some sort of struggle had been going on before hand,
although of course I am not sure of the subject matter of this. That¡¯s about
all I know for now. But I will try to listen later when he awakens, assuming
of course, that he is coherent enough for me to hear and understand what he
is??saying.
Heidi quickly took out parchment and Quill, and began writing. Rena¡,
And, Henry¡, Hide, from London. All right, I have those names, she stated,
wondering where the mistress had met these people, seeing as she did not know
them. Next please?
She held the quill,?poised to write the next names. God
loves you.
On
Tuesday, March 9, 2021, 9:53 PM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...>
wrote:
"I was wondering about that, but could not glean what he is saying. Can
you, dearest Mary Beth? Rest assured, it is no requirement. You have been
indispensable to all of us," Van Hoff sincerely complimented.
****
"Oh good," Elizabeth muttered distractedly, subsiding more comfortably
into her bed, relieved that she did not need to explain herself
further.
?
"So, the names are..." the young woman started, paused for a second to
consider and continued, as the names flowed into her mind. Even trying to
think of where she knew them from, made her entire body shudder from head to
toe with increased fever. While not thinking about it, allowed her body to
relax instead.
?
"The names are...Rena and Henry Hyde...from...London, no less,"
Elizabeth concluded, with an embarrassed chuckle. She did not know if the
girl would voice an objection, and fervently wished she would keep such
objections to herself. As Elizabeth had no strength, nor inclination, to
argue about that.
?
?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, March 7, 2021 12:24
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Marybeth nodded, I¡¯ll do all I can doctor. She turned her
attention to the patient then, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
They¡¯re there now, there now, Mr. Victor, everything is going to be all
right. He struggled, but gradually began to calm down, she turned back to
VAN Hoff, he appears to be having some sort of a mental argument with
someone.
Heidi also blinked, a party, mistress? Yes sure I know how to prepare
for a party, but I will need the names of those whom you wish to invite,
so that I may send out the proper invitations. And you have a feeling that
he¡¯s going to be well soon? Well that is wonderful, I am??most
certain you??will be glad to have him?back with you again.
She looked concerned however, that he might not be quite well enough to
attend a party yet.
On
Saturday, March 6, 2021, 11:09 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Heidi. I know it is late a bit..." Elizabeth passed a tired hand
over her feverish feeling forehead, right below the comfortingly
loosened hair.
?
She realized with a start that perhaps her idea might not find
immediate understanding with the occasionally obtuse girl.
?
"You see, Heidi. I know it may sound strange, but I have a
feeling...that Victor will be well soon," Elizabeth prevaricated,
clutching onto a semblance of something reasonable even if she did not
care one bit how Victor? felt.
?
"And he will need to be cheered up. You must start making
preparations for a party, as soon as you can. I trust you know how,"
Elizabeth remembered to inquired, blinking her eyes furiously as if in
an effort to chase away a dark mirage?from her dreams.
?
It was trying to intrude into her conscious mind, but she resolved
to not let it show. At least as much as possible. And with it being
suprisingly shapeless, more like a voice incessantly demanding from her
to do something,?she hoped she had a good chance at succeeding to
banish it entirely.
****
"Yes Mary Beth, I called for you. I am sorry to have bothered you
so soon, but as you can see, the patient can find no respite and he
needs to sleep peacefully enough for full recovery.
?
Being fully sedated as he is, I am reluctant to give him anything
stronger, lest it affects him?in unpredictable ways. I was hoping
it would be a woman's gentle touch that is necessary to put him at ease.
Yours especially, because of your soothing presence," Van Hoff explained
his decision, some regret at?disturbing his assistant evident in
his voice.???
?
?????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2021
1:05 PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate]
Sweet Dreams
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary
Beth was soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began
speaking to and making shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to
soothe him. There?there now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m
certain your dear wife will come to see you soon, for now, you must
get some much-needed rest. Her voice proved to be quite helpful. She
also tried to hold a sponge with warm milk to his lips. He was able to
swallow some, and this also seemed to have a soporific effect on him.
Soon, he was sleeping once more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on
Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she bowed and asked, you sent for me,
mistress? What is your bidding this night?
God loves you.
On
Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had to do
Something. Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must fetch Heidi
back. We have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I
don't think," Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying to move him
to a better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back
to sleep. It seemed to have worked for a second, but then the
argument continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff muttered and
though he could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at
possibly hearing Ludwig agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry that?she
does not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the
patient of course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I
cannot.?But I fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery
that he gets good sleep. Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she
is able to resume her duties now,?with myself akin the next
shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was supposed to have
learned about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a good
chap," Van Hoff complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer
any kind of an answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22,
2021 10:00 AM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his
sleep, or lack there of, whichever One might choose to call
it.?in his dream, he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking
happy, but taunting him, even as she ignored him. He had also
heard her accusing him of, something, ?though?he could
not figure out what. ?his argument was of course, highly
intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill patient, but
in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never
unfaithful to you with anyone. He was telling her that she had
basically no right to accuse him of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but
what it was he did not know. He could only assume it had something
to do with the ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind,
some sort of activity, some sort of, party? What had?they
been planning. He wondered, the pain and chills were coming back
to him, as was the fever. It had left for a while but was now
rampant in him again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James
Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the
mind and the?body connections, read at times as a
fantastical novel with the protagonist who happened to be a
medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences
between a Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical
injury painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started
wondering if he began noticing a?pattern or if he was
merely seeing one due to his own physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the
Dark God's?priests and their unusual healing methods,
Esdaile was as right about those as he was about the permanent
ways in which the acolytes of the Dark Goddess solved their
problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his
attention away from the fascinating treatise. The foot
man?was a bigger man than most, rumors circulating of his
one time?participation in the boxing ring and the general
interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a welcome
addition?to the household and its sense of unassailable
safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their
way, Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep,
turning, as if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make
it out, but?me thought he was arguing," Ludwig
added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to
eradicate, since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the
doctor motioned for the footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time
he ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse
the next time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that
night. Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not
remember exactly what, when she woke up, her mind starting
planning a party of its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and
thought Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to
plan a party, but she was not able to stop herself. Going over
and?over the details ahead of time, and smiling in
anticipation of the pleasant introductions to new friends that
were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
?
"Well, my dear Mary Beth. After a very short time,
you already seem to know more than either Ludwig or I. I am grateful that you
have chosen to work with me, I really am. In the mean time, would you perhaps be
interested in some fortifications?
?
Our cook had a few experiments lately, something
inspired by her encounter with Oriental men. I am sure she would be delighted to
let you try it out. And Ludwig would be only too happy to bring it to you, just
ask him for anything. Isn't it right Ludwig?"
?
Van Hoff eagerly inquired, making the footman
grunted in acknowledgment. Ludwig supposed his time could be spent better with
Bethany, but it won't do to mention that, he?knew better than to argue with
the Master.?
?
*
"I think...it is pronounced Renfield. Yes, that
sounds right," Elizabeth mused, remembering Keres mentioning a few names, some
of them all mixed up in her head just then.
?
She distinctly remembered her new friend talking
about several people, but precisely which needed to be invited was beyond
her.?Nonetheless, Elizabeth supposed there would be no harm done in
including a few more people.?What was a good party after all, if not for
meeting many promising people.
?
"I think, there was somebody else, but as I cannot
remember them yet, it can wait. We will start with those, dear Heidi," Elizabeth
happily suggested, all the more gracious for her words were not called into
doubt, did not seem to garner any objections or require clarifications. She
consequently ?felt pleased with Heidi, their earlier exchange
notwithstanding.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, March 10, 2021 9:48
AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Thank you Doctor, Mary Beth replied with a smile. How could she
resist, especially when he called her such endearing names. He¡, He appeared
earlier to be having some sort of argument, I would surmise that perhaps it is
with his wife, apparently some sort of struggle had been going on before hand,
although of course I am not sure of the subject matter of this. That¡¯s about
all I know for now. But I will try to listen later when he awakens, assuming
of course, that he is coherent enough for me to hear and understand what he
is??saying.
Heidi quickly took out parchment and Quill, and began writing. Rena¡,
And, Henry¡, Hide, from London. All right, I have those names, she stated,
wondering where the mistress had met these people, seeing as she did not know
them. Next please?
She held the quill,?poised to write the next names. God
loves you.
On
Tuesday, March 9, 2021, 9:53 PM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...>
wrote:
"I was wondering about that, but could not glean what he is saying. Can
you, dearest Mary Beth? Rest assured, it is no requirement. You have been
indispensable to all of us," Van Hoff sincerely complimented.
****
"Oh good," Elizabeth muttered distractedly, subsiding more comfortably
into her bed, relieved that she did not need to explain herself
further.
?
"So, the names are..." the young woman started, paused for a second to
consider and continued, as the names flowed into her mind. Even trying to
think of where she knew them from, made her entire body shudder from head to
toe with increased fever. While not thinking about it, allowed her body to
relax instead.
?
"The names are...Rena and Henry Hyde...from...London, no less,"
Elizabeth concluded, with an embarrassed chuckle. She did not know if the
girl would voice an objection, and fervently wished she would keep such
objections to herself. As Elizabeth had no strength, nor inclination, to
argue about that.
?
?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, March 7, 2021 12:24
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Marybeth nodded, I¡¯ll do all I can doctor. She turned her
attention to the patient then, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
They¡¯re there now, there now, Mr. Victor, everything is going to be all
right. He struggled, but gradually began to calm down, she turned back to
VAN Hoff, he appears to be having some sort of a mental argument with
someone.
Heidi also blinked, a party, mistress? Yes sure I know how to prepare
for a party, but I will need the names of those whom you wish to invite,
so that I may send out the proper invitations. And you have a feeling that
he¡¯s going to be well soon? Well that is wonderful, I am??most
certain you??will be glad to have him?back with you again.
She looked concerned however, that he might not be quite well enough to
attend a party yet.
On
Saturday, March 6, 2021, 11:09 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Heidi. I know it is late a bit..." Elizabeth passed a tired hand
over her feverish feeling forehead, right below the comfortingly
loosened hair.
?
She realized with a start that perhaps her idea might not find
immediate understanding with the occasionally obtuse girl.
?
"You see, Heidi. I know it may sound strange, but I have a
feeling...that Victor will be well soon," Elizabeth prevaricated,
clutching onto a semblance of something reasonable even if she did not
care one bit how Victor? felt.
?
"And he will need to be cheered up. You must start making
preparations for a party, as soon as you can. I trust you know how,"
Elizabeth remembered to inquired, blinking her eyes furiously as if in
an effort to chase away a dark mirage?from her dreams.
?
It was trying to intrude into her conscious mind, but she resolved
to not let it show. At least as much as possible. And with it being
suprisingly shapeless, more like a voice incessantly demanding from her
to do something,?she hoped she had a good chance at succeeding to
banish it entirely.
****
"Yes Mary Beth, I called for you. I am sorry to have bothered you
so soon, but as you can see, the patient can find no respite and he
needs to sleep peacefully enough for full recovery.
?
Being fully sedated as he is, I am reluctant to give him anything
stronger, lest it affects him?in unpredictable ways. I was hoping
it would be a woman's gentle touch that is necessary to put him at ease.
Yours especially, because of your soothing presence," Van Hoff explained
his decision, some regret at?disturbing his assistant evident in
his voice.???
?
?????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2021
1:05 PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate]
Sweet Dreams
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary
Beth was soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began
speaking to and making shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to
soothe him. There?there now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m
certain your dear wife will come to see you soon, for now, you must
get some much-needed rest. Her voice proved to be quite helpful. She
also tried to hold a sponge with warm milk to his lips. He was able to
swallow some, and this also seemed to have a soporific effect on him.
Soon, he was sleeping once more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on
Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she bowed and asked, you sent for me,
mistress? What is your bidding this night?
God loves you.
On
Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had to do
Something. Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must fetch Heidi
back. We have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I
don't think," Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying to move him
to a better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back
to sleep. It seemed to have worked for a second, but then the
argument continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff muttered and
though he could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at
possibly hearing Ludwig agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry that?she
does not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the
patient of course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I
cannot.?But I fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery
that he gets good sleep. Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she
is able to resume her duties now,?with myself akin the next
shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was supposed to have
learned about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a good
chap," Van Hoff complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer
any kind of an answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22,
2021 10:00 AM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his
sleep, or lack there of, whichever One might choose to call
it.?in his dream, he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking
happy, but taunting him, even as she ignored him. He had also
heard her accusing him of, something, ?though?he could
not figure out what. ?his argument was of course, highly
intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill patient, but
in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never
unfaithful to you with anyone. He was telling her that she had
basically no right to accuse him of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but
what it was he did not know. He could only assume it had something
to do with the ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind,
some sort of activity, some sort of, party? What had?they
been planning. He wondered, the pain and chills were coming back
to him, as was the fever. It had left for a while but was now
rampant in him again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James
Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the
mind and the?body connections, read at times as a
fantastical novel with the protagonist who happened to be a
medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences
between a Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical
injury painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started
wondering if he began noticing a?pattern or if he was
merely seeing one due to his own physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the
Dark God's?priests and their unusual healing methods,
Esdaile was as right about those as he was about the permanent
ways in which the acolytes of the Dark Goddess solved their
problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his
attention away from the fascinating treatise. The foot
man?was a bigger man than most, rumors circulating of his
one time?participation in the boxing ring and the general
interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a welcome
addition?to the household and its sense of unassailable
safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their
way, Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep,
turning, as if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make
it out, but?me thought he was arguing," Ludwig
added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to
eradicate, since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the
doctor motioned for the footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time
he ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse
the next time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that
night. Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not
remember exactly what, when she woke up, her mind starting
planning a party of its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and
thought Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to
plan a party, but she was not able to stop herself. Going over
and?over the details ahead of time, and smiling in
anticipation of the pleasant introductions to new friends that
were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
Mary smiled and looked surprised when fin bowed over her hand. She returned his polite smile, with a softer, more shy one of her own. Grave import, she mused aloud, looking at Pool when he asked if they could speak with her alone. I believe it will be fine, the Butler commented, there was another woman there after all, it wasn¡¯t as if it were one man, coming just to speak to Mary. It will be OK, he said more reassuringly with a nod, I will busy myself elsewhere. Should the two of you need anything at all, just feel free to ring one of the guest bells you will see ?in various places around the premises.
Mary nodded, and Pool?bowed to the guests, then turned, and was gone almost as immediately as he had appeared. Part of what a butler or servant learned in training, was how to make oneself readily available, and how to disappear when no longer needed. May I get you anything before you present your cause, Mary asked.
God loves you.
On Tuesday, March 16, 2021, 4:36 AM, Hugin <blaisegellert@...> wrote:
Finn bowed Gallantly over Mary's hand, giving the
made a polite smile.
"Good evening.? I have come with my companion
to speak with you on a matter of grave import.? An opportunity that we hope
you will appreciate for the honor it is...I hate to be rude, but may we speak
with you alone?"
?
He knew that Poole may comment to the not so good
doctor that she'd had guests so he'd need to sort a way to cover that as
well.? He could not be clued in before they were ready...hopefully things
would run smoothly, because he hated it when things got complicated and
messy.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
?
Finn bowed Gallantly over Mary's hand, giving the
made a polite smile.
"Good evening.? I have come with my companion
to speak with you on a matter of grave import.? An opportunity that we hope
you will appreciate for the honor it is...I hate to be rude, but may we speak
with you alone?"
?
He knew that Poole may comment to the not so good
doctor that she'd had guests so he'd need to sort a way to cover that as
well.? He could not be clued in before they were ready...hopefully things
would run smoothly, because he hated it when things got complicated and
messy.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
Pool was?pleasantly surprised, oh, not at all sir, concerning the lateness of the hour I mean. My apologies that the master and mistress of the house are not at home?presently. When they?asked to speak to Mary, he looked even more surprised, why most certainly, I?will go and fetch her for you.
His pleasant expression and rather brisk gate showed that he ?enjoyed knowing a bit of a secret, one to which Mary was not yet apprised. He knocked upon the door of her room. Yes? She asked the question, then opened the door, stated, oh it¡¯s you, Pool, what is it? Are the master and mistress home yet? It¡¯s not about that, that matter we discussed earlier is it? She looked frightened.
No no, forget the blasted door for now, the Butler replied, there are guests here, and they have specifically inquired for you.
For me? Now it was Mary¡®s turn to look surprised. Indeed, there is a man and a most respectably dressed young woman, and they have specifically inquired for you.
What do they want, she asked, her tone and expression curious.
Let¡¯s go and see, Pool replied, motioning for her to follow him. She obediently followed, and once they were inside the room, she immediately caught?sight?of the two guests, and looked at them, a mixture of curiosity and fright in her eyes.
Madame?? sir?? here is the one for which you have inquired, Miss Mary, an excellent maid, and cook, I think you will find she can prepare you a most delectable cup of tea,
Pool¡¯s words of praise were sincere.?
Mary looked far more frightened then, than curious, as she diffidently?bowed. She thought to herself, perhaps the mistress had sent these people to evaluate her, or to reprimand her for some jobs not very well done, even though such really was the job of the Butler. Mary did not know if anyone else were also in charge with him or not.?She looked at them, her head down a bit, her eyes not fully meeting those of the guests.?
Good evening, sir, Madame. How may I serve you this evening?
On Saturday, March 13, 2021, 3:15 AM, Hugin <blaisegellert@...> wrote:
OOC No Not Rena, Rayna, different character that
Poole wouldn't know.
?
IC
?
"Pardon the late hour, Sir," Finn said, giving a
deep bow.
The tall?young man with neatly styled brown
hair and hazel eyes?was respectably dressed and the dark haired?young
woman with him appeared respectable as well even if she did have an air about
her that said she could definitely look after herself in a
skirmish.
"May we speak with Miss Mary," he asked politely,
giving the butler a slight bow.
He'd been told by the chief Cardinal to ask for the
maid,Mary, that they?would find her sympathetic once their cause was
explained.? He had reason to know that he had not chosen to divulge to
them.
?
???
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
?
OOC No Not Rena, Rayna, different character that
Poole wouldn't know.
?
IC
?
"Pardon the late hour, Sir," Finn said, giving a
deep bow.
The tall?young man with neatly styled brown
hair and hazel eyes?was respectably dressed and the dark haired?young
woman with him appeared respectable as well even if she did have an air about
her that said she could definitely look after herself in a
skirmish.
"May we speak with Miss Mary," he asked politely,
giving the butler a slight bow.
He'd been told by the chief Cardinal to ask for the
maid,Mary, that they?would find her sympathetic once their cause was
explained.? He had reason to know that he had not chosen to divulge to
them.
?
???
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
Pool had already retired to his room after the ordeal with Mary, but he heard the knock at the door. Being the butler, it would fall to him to open the door. I wonder who that could be, he murmured, walking past Mary, to appear at the door. Opening it slightly, he peered out, and seeing Rena there with someone else, someone he did not truly recognize, he opened The door, stepped back a pace or two, and bowed, mainly for Rena¡®s benefit. Greetings mistress, and how may I help this person here who is with you? He motioned for them both to enter. The person seemed to be accompanying Rena, so, he?could not be all bad, perhaps not even bad at all, since the mistress of the house seemed to be unharmed. He glanced around, wondering where Dr. Henry was, perhaps he had not arrived yet, or perhaps Pool?just did not see him at the present time.
The motion to enter did not seem quite enough for the Butler, so he also added a verbal invitation, please, do?come in.
Mary had busied herself with other cleaning duties, but she also heard there was someone else in the house, and quickly hurried to enter the action.?Greetings mistress, she smiled as she bowed, and to our guest here as well; may I serve you something, tea? Coffee? Or, perhaps, something stronger?
God loves you.
On Wednesday, March 10, 2021, 8:54 PM, Hugin <blaisegellert@...> wrote:
There came a knock at the door then.
Outside on the stoop, Finn slid a smile to
Rayna.
"Here you shall see exactly what my organization
does and I think you shall approve."
He felt excited in a way he could extremely
refreshing for the feeling was such a rare one for him.? The thrill of
satisfaction. Of truly doing good, protecting the innocent in a way the Gray
Cardinals?had assured someone with his particular abilities could do
best.? At present, he felt like a useful and even valued member of society
rather than the abomination he deep down knew he was.
?
?
At moments like this, he did not have to apologize
for himself to himself or anyone else and that was a rapture...a high all its
own.? He studied the fine looking house, noting that it belonged to someone
of wealth. A doctor he was told...but the doctor was harboring something very
bad...more than one something and it had to be stopped, one monster at a
time.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, Finn, Rayna, ETC
?
There came a knock at the door then.
Outside on the stoop, Finn slid a smile to
Rayna.
"Here you shall see exactly what my organization
does and I think you shall approve."
He felt excited in a way he could extremely
refreshing for the feeling was such a rare one for him.? The thrill of
satisfaction. Of truly doing good, protecting the innocent in a way the Gray
Cardinals?had assured someone with his particular abilities could do
best.? At present, he felt like a useful and even valued member of society
rather than the abomination he deep down knew he was.
?
?
At moments like this, he did not have to apologize
for himself to himself or anyone else and that was a rapture...a high all its
own.? He studied the fine looking house, noting that it belonged to someone
of wealth. A doctor he was told...but the doctor was harboring something very
bad...more than one something and it had to be stopped, one monster at a
time.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
Thank you Doctor, Mary Beth replied with a smile. How could she resist, especially when he called her such endearing names. He¡, He appeared earlier to be having some sort of argument, I would surmise that perhaps it is with his wife, apparently some sort of struggle had been going on before hand, although of course I am not sure of the subject matter of this. That¡¯s about all I know for now. But I will try to listen later when he awakens, assuming of course, that he is coherent enough for me to hear and understand what he is??saying.
Heidi quickly took out parchment and Quill, and began writing. Rena¡, And, Henry¡, Hide, from London. All right, I have those names, she stated, wondering where the mistress had met these people, seeing as she did not know them. Next please?
She held the quill,?poised to write the next names.
God loves you.
On Tuesday, March 9, 2021, 9:53 PM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
"I was wondering about that, but could not glean
what he is saying. Can you, dearest Mary Beth? Rest assured, it is no
requirement. You have been indispensable to all of us," Van Hoff sincerely
complimented.
****
"Oh good," Elizabeth muttered distractedly,
subsiding more comfortably into her bed, relieved that she did not need to
explain herself further.
?
"So, the names are..." the young woman started,
paused for a second to consider and continued, as the names flowed into her
mind. Even trying to think of where she knew them from, made her entire body
shudder from head to toe with increased fever. While not thinking about it,
allowed her body to relax instead.
?
"The names are...Rena and Henry
Hyde...from...London, no less," Elizabeth concluded, with an embarrassed
chuckle. She did not know if the girl would voice an objection, and fervently
wished she would keep such objections to herself. As Elizabeth had no strength,
nor inclination, to argue about that.
?
?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, March 7, 2021 12:24
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Marybeth nodded, I¡¯ll do all I can doctor. She turned her
attention to the patient then, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. They¡¯re
there now, there now, Mr. Victor, everything is going to be all right. He
struggled, but gradually began to calm down, she turned back to VAN Hoff, he
appears to be having some sort of a mental argument with someone.
Heidi also blinked, a party, mistress? Yes sure I know how to prepare for
a party, but I will need the names of those whom you wish to invite, so that I
may send out the proper invitations. And you have a feeling that he¡¯s going to
be well soon? Well that is wonderful, I am??most certain
you??will be glad to have him?back with you again. She looked
concerned however, that he might not be quite well enough to attend a party
yet.
On
Saturday, March 6, 2021, 11:09 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Heidi. I know it is late a bit..." Elizabeth passed a tired hand over
her feverish feeling forehead, right below the comfortingly loosened hair.
?
She realized with a start that perhaps her idea might not find
immediate understanding with the occasionally obtuse girl.
?
"You see, Heidi. I know it may sound strange, but I have a
feeling...that Victor will be well soon," Elizabeth prevaricated, clutching
onto a semblance of something reasonable even if she did not care one bit
how Victor? felt.
?
"And he will need to be cheered up. You must start making preparations
for a party, as soon as you can. I trust you know how," Elizabeth remembered
to inquired, blinking her eyes furiously as if in an effort to chase away a
dark mirage?from her dreams.
?
It was trying to intrude into her conscious mind, but she resolved to
not let it show. At least as much as possible. And with it being suprisingly
shapeless, more like a voice incessantly demanding from her to do
something,?she hoped she had a good chance at succeeding to banish it
entirely.
****
"Yes Mary Beth, I called for you. I am sorry to have bothered you so
soon, but as you can see, the patient can find no respite and he needs to
sleep peacefully enough for full recovery.
?
Being fully sedated as he is, I am reluctant to give him anything
stronger, lest it affects him?in unpredictable ways. I was hoping it
would be a woman's gentle touch that is necessary to put him at ease. Yours
especially, because of your soothing presence," Van Hoff explained his
decision, some regret at?disturbing his assistant evident in his
voice.???
?
?????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2021
1:05 PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary Beth
was soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began speaking to
and making shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to soothe him.
There?there now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m certain your dear
wife will come to see you soon, for now, you must get some much-needed
rest. Her voice proved to be quite helpful. She also tried to hold a
sponge with warm milk to his lips. He was able to swallow some, and this
also seemed to have a soporific effect on him. Soon, he was sleeping once
more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she
bowed and asked, you sent for me, mistress? What is your bidding this
night?
God loves you.
On
Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had to do Something.
Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must fetch Heidi back.
We have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I don't
think," Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying to move him to a
better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back to
sleep. It seemed to have worked for a second, but then the argument
continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff muttered and though
he could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at possibly hearing
Ludwig agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry that?she
does not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the
patient of course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I
cannot.?But I fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery that
he gets good sleep. Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she is able
to resume her duties now,?with myself akin the next shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was supposed to have
learned about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a good
chap," Van Hoff complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer any
kind of an answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22, 2021
10:00 AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate]
Sweet Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his
sleep, or lack there of, whichever One might choose to call
it.?in his dream, he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy,
but taunting him, even as she ignored him. He had also heard her
accusing him of, something, ?though?he could not figure out
what. ?his argument was of course, highly intelligible, sounding
like the moans of a very ill patient, but in the dream, in his own
mind he was saying, I was never unfaithful to you with anyone. He was
telling her that she had basically no right to accuse him of such
ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what
it was he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do
with the ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort
of activity, some sort of, party? What had?they been planning. He
wondered, the pain and chills were coming back to him, as was the
fever. It had left for a while but was now rampant in him
again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James
Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind
and the?body connections, read at times as a fantastical novel
with the protagonist who happened to be a medical explorer of
sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences
between a Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical
injury painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started
wondering if he began noticing a?pattern or if he was merely
seeing one due to his own physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the Dark
God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was as
right about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the
acolytes of the Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his
attention away from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was
a bigger man than most, rumors circulating of his one
time?participation in the boxing ring and the general interest
in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a welcome addition?to
the household and its sense of unassailable safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their
way, Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep, turning,
as if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out,
but?me thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to
eradicate, since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor
motioned for the footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time he
ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the
next time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that
night. Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not
remember exactly what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning
a party of its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and
thought Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to plan
a party, but she was not able to stop herself. Going over
and?over the details ahead of time, and smiling in anticipation
of the pleasant introductions to new friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
?
"I was wondering about that, but could not glean
what he is saying. Can you, dearest Mary Beth? Rest assured, it is no
requirement. You have been indispensable to all of us," Van Hoff sincerely
complimented.
****
"Oh good," Elizabeth muttered distractedly,
subsiding more comfortably into her bed, relieved that she did not need to
explain herself further.
?
"So, the names are..." the young woman started,
paused for a second to consider and continued, as the names flowed into her
mind. Even trying to think of where she knew them from, made her entire body
shudder from head to toe with increased fever. While not thinking about it,
allowed her body to relax instead.
?
"The names are...Rena and Henry
Hyde...from...London, no less," Elizabeth concluded, with an embarrassed
chuckle. She did not know if the girl would voice an objection, and fervently
wished she would keep such objections to herself. As Elizabeth had no strength,
nor inclination, to argue about that.
?
?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, March 7, 2021 12:24
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Marybeth nodded, I¡¯ll do all I can doctor. She turned her
attention to the patient then, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. They¡¯re
there now, there now, Mr. Victor, everything is going to be all right. He
struggled, but gradually began to calm down, she turned back to VAN Hoff, he
appears to be having some sort of a mental argument with someone.
Heidi also blinked, a party, mistress? Yes sure I know how to prepare for
a party, but I will need the names of those whom you wish to invite, so that I
may send out the proper invitations. And you have a feeling that he¡¯s going to
be well soon? Well that is wonderful, I am??most certain
you??will be glad to have him?back with you again. She looked
concerned however, that he might not be quite well enough to attend a party
yet.
On
Saturday, March 6, 2021, 11:09 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Heidi. I know it is late a bit..." Elizabeth passed a tired hand over
her feverish feeling forehead, right below the comfortingly loosened hair.
?
She realized with a start that perhaps her idea might not find
immediate understanding with the occasionally obtuse girl.
?
"You see, Heidi. I know it may sound strange, but I have a
feeling...that Victor will be well soon," Elizabeth prevaricated, clutching
onto a semblance of something reasonable even if she did not care one bit
how Victor? felt.
?
"And he will need to be cheered up. You must start making preparations
for a party, as soon as you can. I trust you know how," Elizabeth remembered
to inquired, blinking her eyes furiously as if in an effort to chase away a
dark mirage?from her dreams.
?
It was trying to intrude into her conscious mind, but she resolved to
not let it show. At least as much as possible. And with it being suprisingly
shapeless, more like a voice incessantly demanding from her to do
something,?she hoped she had a good chance at succeeding to banish it
entirely.
****
"Yes Mary Beth, I called for you. I am sorry to have bothered you so
soon, but as you can see, the patient can find no respite and he needs to
sleep peacefully enough for full recovery.
?
Being fully sedated as he is, I am reluctant to give him anything
stronger, lest it affects him?in unpredictable ways. I was hoping it
would be a woman's gentle touch that is necessary to put him at ease. Yours
especially, because of your soothing presence," Van Hoff explained his
decision, some regret at?disturbing his assistant evident in his
voice.???
?
?????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2021
1:05 PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary Beth
was soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began speaking to
and making shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to soothe him.
There?there now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m certain your dear
wife will come to see you soon, for now, you must get some much-needed
rest. Her voice proved to be quite helpful. She also tried to hold a
sponge with warm milk to his lips. He was able to swallow some, and this
also seemed to have a soporific effect on him. Soon, he was sleeping once
more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she
bowed and asked, you sent for me, mistress? What is your bidding this
night?
God loves you.
On
Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had to do Something.
Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must fetch Heidi back.
We have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I don't
think," Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying to move him to a
better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back to
sleep. It seemed to have worked for a second, but then the argument
continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff muttered and though
he could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at possibly hearing
Ludwig agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry that?she
does not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the
patient of course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I
cannot.?But I fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery that
he gets good sleep. Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she is able
to resume her duties now,?with myself akin the next shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was supposed to have
learned about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a good
chap," Van Hoff complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer any
kind of an answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22, 2021
10:00 AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate]
Sweet Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his
sleep, or lack there of, whichever One might choose to call
it.?in his dream, he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy,
but taunting him, even as she ignored him. He had also heard her
accusing him of, something, ?though?he could not figure out
what. ?his argument was of course, highly intelligible, sounding
like the moans of a very ill patient, but in the dream, in his own
mind he was saying, I was never unfaithful to you with anyone. He was
telling her that she had basically no right to accuse him of such
ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what
it was he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do
with the ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort
of activity, some sort of, party? What had?they been planning. He
wondered, the pain and chills were coming back to him, as was the
fever. It had left for a while but was now rampant in him
again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James
Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind
and the?body connections, read at times as a fantastical novel
with the protagonist who happened to be a medical explorer of
sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences
between a Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical
injury painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started
wondering if he began noticing a?pattern or if he was merely
seeing one due to his own physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the Dark
God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was as
right about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the
acolytes of the Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his
attention away from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was
a bigger man than most, rumors circulating of his one
time?participation in the boxing ring and the general interest
in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a welcome addition?to
the household and its sense of unassailable safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their
way, Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep, turning,
as if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out,
but?me thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to
eradicate, since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor
motioned for the footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time he
ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the
next time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that
night. Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not
remember exactly what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning
a party of its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and
thought Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to plan
a party, but she was not able to stop herself. Going over
and?over the details ahead of time, and smiling in anticipation
of the pleasant introductions to new friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
Marybeth nodded, I¡¯ll do all I can doctor. She turned her attention to the patient then, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. They¡¯re there now, there now, Mr. Victor, everything is going to be all right. He struggled, but gradually began to calm down, she turned back to VAN Hoff, he appears to be having some sort of a mental argument with someone.
Heidi also blinked, a party, mistress? Yes sure I know how to prepare for a party, but I will need the names of those whom you wish to invite, so that I may send out the proper invitations. And you have a feeling that he¡¯s going to be well soon? Well that is wonderful, I am??most certain you??will be glad to have him?back with you again. She looked concerned however, that he might not be quite well enough to attend a party yet.
On Saturday, March 6, 2021, 11:09 PM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Heidi. I know it is late a bit..." Elizabeth
passed a tired hand over her feverish feeling forehead, right below the
comfortingly loosened hair.
?
She realized with a start that perhaps her idea
might not find immediate understanding with the occasionally obtuse girl.
?
"You see, Heidi. I know it may sound strange, but I
have a feeling...that Victor will be well soon," Elizabeth prevaricated,
clutching onto a semblance of something reasonable even if she did not care one
bit how Victor? felt.
?
"And he will need to be cheered up. You must start
making preparations for a party, as soon as you can. I trust you know how,"
Elizabeth remembered to inquired, blinking her eyes furiously as if in an effort
to chase away a dark mirage?from her dreams.
?
It was trying to intrude into her conscious mind,
but she resolved to not let it show. At least as much as possible. And with it
being suprisingly shapeless, more like a voice incessantly demanding from her to
do something,?she hoped she had a good chance at succeeding to banish it
entirely.
****
"Yes Mary Beth, I called for you. I am sorry to
have bothered you so soon, but as you can see, the patient can find no respite
and he needs to sleep peacefully enough for full recovery.
?
Being fully sedated as he is, I am reluctant to
give him anything stronger, lest it affects him?in unpredictable ways. I
was hoping it would be a woman's gentle touch that is necessary to put him at
ease. Yours especially, because of your soothing presence," Van Hoff explained
his decision, some regret at?disturbing his assistant evident in his
voice.???
?
?????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2021 1:05
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary Beth was
soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began speaking to and making
shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to soothe him. There?there
now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m certain your dear wife will come to see
you soon, for now, you must get some much-needed rest. Her voice proved to be
quite helpful. She also tried to hold a sponge with warm milk to his lips. He
was able to swallow some, and this also seemed to have a soporific effect on
him. Soon, he was sleeping once more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on
Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she bowed and asked, you sent for me, mistress?
What is your bidding this night?
God loves you.
On
Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had to do Something.
Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must fetch Heidi back. We
have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I don't think,"
Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying to move him to a
better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back to sleep. It
seemed to have worked for a second, but then the argument continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff muttered and though he
could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at possibly hearing Ludwig
agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry that?she does
not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the patient of
course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I cannot.?But I
fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery that he gets good sleep.
Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she is able to resume her duties
now,?with myself akin the next shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was supposed to have learned
about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a good chap," Van Hoff
complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer any kind of an
answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22, 2021 10:00
AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his sleep, or
lack there of, whichever One might choose to call it.?in his dream,
he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy, but taunting him, even as
she ignored him. He had also heard her accusing him of, something,
?though?he could not figure out what. ?his argument was of
course, highly intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill
patient, but in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never
unfaithful to you with anyone. He was telling her that she had basically
no right to accuse him of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what it
was he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do with the
ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort of activity,
some sort of, party? What had?they been planning. He wondered, the
pain and chills were coming back to him, as was the fever. It had left for
a while but was now rampant in him again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James
Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind and
the?body connections, read at times as a fantastical novel with the
protagonist who happened to be a medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences between a
Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical injury
painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started wondering if he
began noticing a?pattern or if he was merely seeing one due to his
own physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the Dark
God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was as
right about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the
acolytes of the Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his attention
away from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was a bigger man
than most, rumors circulating of his one time?participation in the
boxing ring and the general interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's
mind was a welcome addition?to the household and its sense of
unassailable safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their way,
Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep, turning, as
if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out, but?me
thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to eradicate,
since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor motioned for
the footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time he
ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the next
time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that night.
Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not remember exactly
what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning a party of
its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and thought
Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to plan a party, but
she was not able to stop herself. Going over and?over the details
ahead of time, and smiling in anticipation of the pleasant introductions
to new friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
?
"Heidi. I know it is late a bit..." Elizabeth
passed a tired hand over her feverish feeling forehead, right below the
comfortingly loosened hair.
?
She realized with a start that perhaps her idea
might not find immediate understanding with the occasionally obtuse girl.
?
"You see, Heidi. I know it may sound strange, but I
have a feeling...that Victor will be well soon," Elizabeth prevaricated,
clutching onto a semblance of something reasonable even if she did not care one
bit how Victor? felt.
?
"And he will need to be cheered up. You must start
making preparations for a party, as soon as you can. I trust you know how,"
Elizabeth remembered to inquired, blinking her eyes furiously as if in an effort
to chase away a dark mirage?from her dreams.
?
It was trying to intrude into her conscious mind,
but she resolved to not let it show. At least as much as possible. And with it
being suprisingly shapeless, more like a voice incessantly demanding from her to
do something,?she hoped she had a good chance at succeeding to banish it
entirely.
****
"Yes Mary Beth, I called for you. I am sorry to
have bothered you so soon, but as you can see, the patient can find no respite
and he needs to sleep peacefully enough for full recovery.
?
Being fully sedated as he is, I am reluctant to
give him anything stronger, lest it affects him?in unpredictable ways. I
was hoping it would be a woman's gentle touch that is necessary to put him at
ease. Yours especially, because of your soothing presence," Van Hoff explained
his decision, some regret at?disturbing his assistant evident in his
voice.???
?
?????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 25, 2021 1:05
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary Beth was
soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began speaking to and making
shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to soothe him. There?there
now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m certain your dear wife will come to see
you soon, for now, you must get some much-needed rest. Her voice proved to be
quite helpful. She also tried to hold a sponge with warm milk to his lips. He
was able to swallow some, and this also seemed to have a soporific effect on
him. Soon, he was sleeping once more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on
Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she bowed and asked, you sent for me, mistress?
What is your bidding this night?
God loves you.
On
Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had to do Something.
Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must fetch Heidi back. We
have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I don't think,"
Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying to move him to a
better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back to sleep. It
seemed to have worked for a second, but then the argument continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff muttered and though he
could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at possibly hearing Ludwig
agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry that?she does
not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the patient of
course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I cannot.?But I
fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery that he gets good sleep.
Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she is able to resume her duties
now,?with myself akin the next shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was supposed to have learned
about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a good chap," Van Hoff
complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer any kind of an
answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22, 2021 10:00
AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his sleep, or
lack there of, whichever One might choose to call it.?in his dream,
he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy, but taunting him, even as
she ignored him. He had also heard her accusing him of, something,
?though?he could not figure out what. ?his argument was of
course, highly intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill
patient, but in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never
unfaithful to you with anyone. He was telling her that she had basically
no right to accuse him of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what it
was he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do with the
ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort of activity,
some sort of, party? What had?they been planning. He wondered, the
pain and chills were coming back to him, as was the fever. It had left for
a while but was now rampant in him again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James
Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind and
the?body connections, read at times as a fantastical novel with the
protagonist who happened to be a medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences between a
Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical injury
painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started wondering if he
began noticing a?pattern or if he was merely seeing one due to his
own physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the Dark
God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was as
right about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the
acolytes of the Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his attention
away from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was a bigger man
than most, rumors circulating of his one time?participation in the
boxing ring and the general interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's
mind was a welcome addition?to the household and its sense of
unassailable safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their way,
Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep, turning, as
if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out, but?me
thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to eradicate,
since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor motioned for
the footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time he
ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the next
time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that night.
Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not remember exactly
what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning a party of
its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and thought
Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to plan a party, but
she was not able to stop herself. Going over and?over the details
ahead of time, and smiling in anticipation of the pleasant introductions
to new friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
As the argument in Victor¡¯s dream continued, Mary Beth was soon on the scene. You called for me, Doctor? She began speaking to and making shushing noises to Victor, trying her best to soothe him. There?there now, it¡¯s going to be all right. I¡¯m certain your dear wife will come to see you soon, for now, you must get some much-needed rest. Her voice proved to be quite helpful. She also tried to hold a sponge with warm milk to his lips. He was able to swallow some, and this also seemed to have a soporific effect on him. Soon, he was sleeping once more. Heidi was soon knocking softly on Elizabeth¡¯s door. Once inside, she bowed and asked, you sent for me, mistress? What is your bidding this night?
God loves you.
On Tuesday, February 23, 2021, 11:28 PM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had
to do Something. Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must
fetch Heidi back. We have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I
don't think," Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying
to move him to a better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back
to sleep. It seemed to have worked for a second, but then the argument
continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff
muttered and though he could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at
possibly hearing Ludwig agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry
that?she does not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the
patient of course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I
cannot.?But I fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery that he gets
good sleep. Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she is able to resume her
duties now,?with myself akin the next shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was
supposed to have learned about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a
good chap," Van Hoff complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer any
kind of an answer.???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 22, 2021 10:00
AM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his sleep, or
lack there of, whichever One might choose to call it.?in his dream, he
had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy, but taunting him, even as she
ignored him. He had also heard her accusing him of, something,
?though?he could not figure out what. ?his argument was of
course, highly intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill patient,
but in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never unfaithful to you
with anyone. He was telling her that she had basically no right to accuse him
of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what it was
he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do with the ghost of
a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort of activity, some sort
of, party? What had?they been planning. He wondered, the pain and chills
were coming back to him, as was the fever. It had left for a while but was now
rampant in him again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James Esdaile,
which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind and the?body
connections, read at times as a fantastical novel with the protagonist who
happened to be a medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences between a
Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical injury painstakingly
described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started wondering if he began noticing
a?pattern or if he was merely seeing one due to his own physical
fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the Dark
God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was as right
about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the acolytes of the
Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his attention away
from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was a bigger man than most,
rumors circulating of his one time?participation in the boxing ring and
the general interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a welcome
addition?to the household and its sense of unassailable safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their way, Ludwig
unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep, turning, as if
in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out, but?me
thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to eradicate,
since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor motioned for the
footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time he ignored
propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the next time, as Van
Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that night.
Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not remember exactly
what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning a party of
its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and thought Victor
would not be?in good?shape for her to plan a party, but she was
not able to stop herself. Going over and?over the details ahead of
time, and smiling in anticipation of the pleasant introductions to new
friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
Re: Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, etc
Mary had always had a keen eye for even the smallest speck of dirt, or object out of place. When she approached to dust the bedside table, her eyes quickly caught the crumpled sheet of paper. What¡¯s this, she spoke out loud to no one there, as she idly picked it up, and started to crumble it even more to throw it away, but then she saw something written there on.
What is, this, she began perusing the rather small piece of paper, her eyes began gradually filling with hope. Perhaps the doctor was writing this about her. I knew it, she murmured musingly, as she continued reading, he is, in love with me, he has to be. He¡, But then, as suddenly as the hope had begun filling her eyes and heart, it left her just as suddenly as Air departs from a bursted??balloon. This happened when she read, I¡¯m not going anywhere, Rena, as long as you are here.
Rena!!! Her voice was soft, with a deadly undertone to it as she all but growled the name, A?name, associated with a person she was coming to despise increasingly, with each passing day.
She momentarily took the liberty of sitting on the bed, not only to catch her breath from the shock, but to think. It felt to her as if something was wrong. I guess he truly isn¡¯t in love with me, this looks like his handwriting well enough, but somehow, it, doesn¡¯t sound like the doctor. She studied the note again for any flaws, any detail at all, either omitted, or?
superfluous, which would give some sort of clue, even the slightest hint, that the note might not actually be from Dr. Henry. Tears started to fall, and she did her best to hold them back. It just does sound like him, I think it¡¯s a bit too,...,??I don¡¯t know, but it would be just like the lady of the house to write such things.
I should leave here, she murmured, as if she were speaking to someone, but where would I go? I, I don¡¯t think I can stand being here even one more day, with her, around here. The doctor was fine, but this woman, is?nothing but a cruel, evil witch.
Standing once more, she took up the cloth, and methodically dusted the table, her movements mechanical, no longer fluid, as one filled with optimism and anticipation. She thought briefly of discarding the paper, but then one of the other of the couple would probably wonder where it is, whether Rena actually wrote it or not, it would be just like her, she seems to have the eyes of a hawk, and a personality to match.
She returned the still?crumpled paper to its place on the bedside table, not bothering to smooth it out even in the least. She straighten the bed, and did other odds and ends in the room, at last unable to abide the unsettling feeling that was there. Something is wrong with this room, it¡¯s as if it is possessed, she murmured. I must get out of here.
She looked around the room, eyes frightened and wild, as she scanned the room for what appeared to be a very disturbing presence. She took a quick glance under the bed, half expecting some thing or someone to jump out at her. When nothing happened, she breathed a small sigh?of relief. She picked up the note again, looked at it, then placed it again on the table, then hurried to the door, yanked it open, exited the room, and slammed the door.
Mary?? It was a voice she recognized all too well, now calling to her. It was not, the doctor, the man whom she loved, but a personage?whom she still respected, for having taken her in and trained her for the present?job
It was the Butler, maybe if she ignored him, he would just go away and leave her alone, but alas, no such luck was in store for Mary. She soon would feel his gentle, yet firm hand on her shoulder.
Merry, dear girl, what ever is the matter? You know that one of the first things in which I instructed you, is to treat the masters property with the utmost care and respect.
It¡¯s, a door, Pool, just a door that can be replaced quite easily enough. Her voice was a mixture of one patiently explaining to a slow witted child, and one scolding same said child for his error.
Pool showed his disapproval with a deep frown in her direction. His voice now exhibited one, with not nearly so much concern, as with strained patients, stretched thin, almost to the breaking point.
Exactly, it is only a door, which has done you neither good, nor ill; if it has done anything for you, it has done you good, by permitting you access to the master bedroom, so that you can perform your duties, therefore getting paid by the master. So I ask you, why, did you take your anger at another matter out on the door, by slamming it as you did? ?The door, you see, is perfectly innocent.
There¡¯s truly nothing innocent about this house, Mary argued; I¡¯m telling you, Pool, it has a very unsettling presence in it. It¡¯s wild and frightening and very unaccustomed to our orderly?ways of living. And just feeling her...,?She paused and quickly amended, it¡¯s, presence in this house, is enough to unsettled the most stable and patient of souls.
Slow your rapid speech, or better yet, stop it entirely, the Butler commanded, some of his former army training surfacing and revealing itself.
I am forced to strain and stretch my patience and understanding to the outer most edges of their boundaries so as to understand you, Mary; he paused, then continued, however¡, I did manage to catch one word in all of that rapid barrage. Her¡,
Her, presents. I do believe, that You, are still enduring a most unpleasant maledy of the heart and spirit; I believe you envy the Lady Rina.
Envy, her?? Mary favored him with a look of incredulity, what is there to envy about the likes of her?
Pool returned her look with a slight grin, knowing he probably shouldn¡¯t, feeling rather guilty for it, but relishing the slight pleasure this was going to give him all the same. It would be rather pleasurable for him, for he suspected that it could perhaps jar her back to reality, at least some sense of it.
Well, for one thing, she is quite beautiful, if I do say so myself, she is very much composed, and for all her seeming carefree ways, she is, I would say, rather cultured, and she has two things you do not, maturity¡, And¡, The doctor is¡,
Don¡¯t say it, Pool. Unquestioningly, and irrevocably, in love with her.
Mary¡¯s Face fell, you just had to go and say it, didn¡¯t you.
The butler had a sudden weary expression on his countenance, but he continued, not voicing?the facts, will hardly change them, Mary. Besides this, the insufferable fever of envy is best cured by a dose of cold, reality. ?He emphasized the last two words in the sentence.? I would also prescribe a?dose of the equally cold, real, world, for you. So because of this, I have decided on my immediate course of action; as soon as is convenient for them, I am going to inform the master and mistress of the household of your childish, inexcusable?behavior. Along with this, I am going to highly recommend that you be presently relieved of all duties, and, permanently expelled from this household, with all haste.
Mary glared at him, but her glare softened into a look of true surprise, you¡¯re going to recommend to the master and mistress that they let me go? Pool, you wouldn¡¯t, you¡, You took me in, you trained me, you basically made sure that I got this job. You? Carrie much influence with the doctor; please, don¡¯t let them cast me away now. Where would I go?
She began to cry, and the Butler¡¯s expression softened somewhat.
Well, you should consider these things before you go around slamming doors, and miss handling the property of your employers. Besides, he continued, you would be free of the awful, unsettling presence.
Oh Pool, you don¡¯t understand, I love him; I love the doctor. She was sobbing in earnest now.
Pool now spoke in a tone that was soft, and sympathetic. Mary, we show the greatest love, not when we grasp, cling and claw, but when we serenely?release our beloved to the arms of another, loved by, him. If you truly love the doctor as you say, let him go, for to grasp and cling to false hope, will harm you, Without bringing him, in your direction in the slightest. He is most definitely in love with lady Rena, and you, if you are going to continue to work here, must except this. Be content with the doctor¡¯s??friendship, for indeed friendship, often is the greatest of loves.
Mary gave a sigh, I pray you, give me space to consider your words, for I indeed hear a wisdom in them, but my heart is pained to the point, so that even the tenderest of words burn, as when one pours salt on a wound. ?if you have ever been my friend, that I beg you, say nothing to the master and mistress for this time; and after I have had leave to consider, if my stubborn, foolish heart will not give over its suit of the doctor, if I just cannot forget that note, then, say what you Will to them, but I pray you leave alone for now.
Show me the note, pool instructed, Mary went to get it and he followed. He looked at it, I understand, and I perceive this was the reason for the sudden outburst, taken out on the unsuspecting door. She nodded.
Mary, this is not but proof of his abiding love for Lady Rena, it is, however, a breach of privacy as it were. I wish I had never seen it, never read it, she told him. As do I, he replied, but let this be a lesson to you child, when you find the writings of others lying about, do not read, unless they?have your name, leave such matters out
I shall indeed take this lesson to heart, she replied, see that you do not lose it, he instructed. Will you keep my counsel in this matter, and keep silence concerning what happened today, she looked at him, a??pleading expression in her eyes. I will indeed keep your counsel, if you, will?pledge to do all in your power, to accept what is, and move forward from here.
You may be sure of me, she replied, and he nodded. And you, likewise; as for the door, I will examine it and, if there be any damage, I will take responsibility for it, she reached to hug him, but he pulled back. But know this, Mary, his voice became suddenly stern. You are, most certainly, on your last chance here. You must try your hardest and do your best to overcome your envy. For if any such occurrence happens again, you may be assured, I will inform of it to the master and mistress.
She reached again to hug him, thanking him profusely, and this time, he excepted the hug, and patted her on the head. They¡¯re there now?run?along with you girl, I must go and make careful examination of that door.
?God loves you.
On Wednesday, February 24, 2021, 4:52 AM, Hugin <blaisegellert@...> wrote:
When Mary would venture in to clean Dr. Henry's bed
chamber now that he'd gone out, she would find a slightly crumpled sheet of
paper on the bedside table. Musings hurriedly written in the doctor's own hand
of a personal nature as if some fragment of a diary entry.
Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains;
you're the perfect lullaby
What kind of dream is this?
You could be a
sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't?want
to?wake up from you (turn the lights on)
Sweet dream or a beautiful
nightmare
Your love's too good to be true (turn the lights on)
My
guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Rena as?'long as you're here,
I'll be floating on air, cause you're mine
You can be a sweet dream or a
beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't?want to?wake up from you
(
?
?
The room was dark, but it was as if a dark unsettling sort of energy
cloaked the place too, as if something could jump out from behind the bed
curtains to startle or worse but no one was there.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
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Dreams and Nightmares, tag Mary, etc
When Mary would venture in to clean Dr. Henry's bed
chamber now that he'd gone out, she would find a slightly crumpled sheet of
paper on the bedside table. Musings hurriedly written in the doctor's own hand
of a personal nature as if some fragment of a diary entry.
Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains;
you're the perfect lullaby
What kind of dream is this?
You could be a
sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't?want
to?wake up from you (turn the lights on)
Sweet dream or a beautiful
nightmare
Your love's too good to be true (turn the lights on)
My
guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Rena as?'long as you're here,
I'll be floating on air, cause you're mine
You can be a sweet dream or a
beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't?want to?wake up from you
(
?
?
The room was dark, but it was as if a dark unsettling sort of energy
cloaked the place too, as if something could jump out from behind the bed
curtains to startle or worse but no one was there.
Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we
are)
Monsters under your bed
|
?
Elizabeth found her body getting restless She had
to do Something. Right now. It just seemed imperative.
?
"Abby, Abby, where are you? I need you. You must
fetch Heidi back. We have an urgent party to attend. Abby? No I am not asleep. I
don't think," Elizabeth reassured with a shaky smile.
?
****
Dr Van Hoff carefully regarded the patient, trying
to move him to a better side, with the intention to have him relaxed and go back
to sleep. It seemed to have worked for a second, but then the argument
continued.
?
"I cannot keep doing this all night," Van Hoff
muttered and though he could not swear to it, he found himself surprised at
possibly hearing Ludwig agreeing with him.
?
"How long has Mary?Beth been asleep? I worry
that?she does not get enough, yet she has such a nice touch.?With the
patient of course, is what I mean. Perhaps she can succeed where I
cannot.?But I fear it is imperative for the patient's recovery that he gets
good sleep. Ludwig, can you check with Mary Beth if she is able to resume her
duties now,?with myself akin the next shift?
?
By then I will have studied everything I was
supposed to have learned about possible solutions. Thank you Ludwig, there is a
good chap," Van Hoff complimented not truly waiting for the man to offer any
kind of an answer.???
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Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet
Dreams
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his sleep, or
lack there of, whichever One might choose to call it.?in his dream, he
had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy, but taunting him, even as she
ignored him. He had also heard her accusing him of, something,
?though?he could not figure out what. ?his argument was of
course, highly intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill patient,
but in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never unfaithful to you
with anyone. He was telling her that she had basically no right to accuse him
of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what it was
he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do with the ghost of
a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort of activity, some sort
of, party? What had?they been planning. He wondered, the pain and chills
were coming back to him, as was the fever. It had left for a while but was now
rampant in him again. God loves you.
On
Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume by James Esdaile,
which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind and the?body
connections, read at times as a fantastical novel with the protagonist who
happened to be a medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of correspondences between a
Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical injury painstakingly
described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started wondering if he began noticing
a?pattern or if he was merely seeing one due to his own physical
fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate about the Dark
God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was as right
about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the acolytes of the
Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew his attention away
from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was a bigger man than most,
rumors circulating of his one time?participation in the boxing ring and
the general interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a welcome
addition?to the household and its sense of unassailable safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as was their way, Ludwig
unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his sleep, turning, as if
in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out, but?me
thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by his
inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to eradicate,
since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor motioned for the
footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but every time he ignored
propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the next time, as Van
Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had expected that night.
Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not remember exactly
what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning a party of
its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about it, and thought Victor
would not be?in good?shape for her to plan a party, but she was
not able to stop herself. Going over and?over the details ahead of
time, and smiling in anticipation of the pleasant introductions to new
friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
Victor had indeed been tossing and turning in his sleep, or lack there of, whichever One might choose to call it.?in his dream, he had seen Elizabeth, laughing, looking happy, but taunting him, even as she ignored him. He had also heard her accusing him of, something, ?though?he could not figure out what. ?his argument was of course, highly intelligible, sounding like the moans of a very ill patient, but in the dream, in his own mind he was saying, I was never unfaithful to you with anyone. He was telling her that she had basically no right to accuse him of such ridiculous occurrences.
In his dream, he seemed to hear her planning something, but what it was he did not know. He could only assume it had something to do with the ghost of a memory playing at the edges of his mind, some sort of activity, some sort of, party? What had?they been planning. He wondered, the pain and chills were coming back to him, as was the fever. It had left for a while but was now rampant in him again.
God loves you.
On Sunday, February 21, 2021, 1:03 AM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume
by James Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind and
the?body connections, read at times as a fantastical novel with the
protagonist who happened to be a medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of
correspondences between a Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical
injury painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started wondering if he
began noticing a?pattern or if he was merely seeing one due to his own
physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate
about the Dark God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was
as right about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the acolytes of
the Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew
his attention away from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was a bigger
man than most, rumors circulating of his one time?participation in the
boxing ring and the general interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a
welcome addition?to the household and its sense of unassailable
safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as
was their way, Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his
sleep, turning, as if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out,
but?me thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by
his inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to eradicate,
since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor motioned for the
footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but
every time he ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the
next time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had
expected that night. Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not
remember exactly what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning a party of
its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about
it, and thought Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to plan a
party, but she was not able to stop herself. Going over and?over the
details ahead of time, and smiling in anticipation of the pleasant introductions
to new friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
Dr Van Hoff has been perusing an intriguing volume
by James Esdaile, which despite containing numerous discoveries of the mind and
the?body connections, read at times as a fantastical novel with the
protagonist who happened to be a medical explorer of sorts.
?
Carefully observing the peculiar table of
correspondences between a Hindu acolyte's sleep cycle and the perceived physical
injury painstakingly described by Esdaile, Van Hoff started wondering if he
began noticing a?pattern or if he was merely seeing one due to his own
physical fatigue.
?
At least there was something useful at any rate
about the Dark God's?priests and their unusual healing methods, Esdaile was
as right about those as he was about the permanent ways in which the acolytes of
the Dark Goddess solved their problems.
?
The heavy steps?in the library instantly drew
his attention away from the fascinating treatise. The foot man?was a bigger
man than most, rumors circulating of his one time?participation in the
boxing ring and the general interest in pugilism, which to Van Hoff's mind was a
welcome addition?to the household and its sense of unassailable
safety.
?
Before he had to cajole the man into speaking, as
was their way, Ludwig unexpectedly volunteered his own explanation.
?
""It's the patient, M'Lord. He is moving in his
sleep, turning, as if in pain and talking to somebody. I could not make it out,
but?me thought he was arguing," Ludwig added.?
?
Unsurprised by his lack of details, as well as by
his inappropriate?form of address that Van Hoff had tried to eradicate,
since he was not Nobility, not even minor one, the doctor motioned for the
footman to lead him on.
?
He could have found the room easily himself, but
every time he ignored propriety with Ludwig, the man was going to be worse the
next time, as Van Hoff well knew.?
?
****
Elizabeth did not sleep as soundly as she had
expected that night. Something kept nagging at her, and though she could not
remember exactly what, when she woke up, her mind starting planning a party of
its?volition.
?
It was dark, and she did not want to think about
it, and thought Victor would not be?in good?shape for her to plan a
party, but she was not able to stop herself. Going over and?over the
details ahead of time, and smiling in anticipation of the pleasant introductions
to new friends that were
sure?to?follow.?????????
|
Hugin
Ishamael Moridin