Gothic Horror RP - (Currently not accepting)

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As he heard movement behind him, like the bed's covers rustling, Sweeney assumed Mrs. Lovett had woken up as well. To his annoyance, he found out a necktie is a bit hard to tie when you don't have a mirror, so he mostly did it from memory. As the final touch, he strapped on the belt that kept his trousers on his thin frame, but also held the holster for his precious razors. He glanced to the box containing the rest of them, as two were placed in the holster, and decided to keep at least one more hidden, by placing another one in his back pocket. Then he closed the box and put it away in their luggage again.

He turned around to look at her once she finished dressing "Good morning, Mrs. Lovett." He returned her greeting, then looked to the door. "Well, I hope at least the bread with be baked alright. Rare meat is one thing, but uncooked bread..." He couldn't really imagine how blood would be part of breakfast, if there was still the vampire issue, except for maybe... blood sausages with the eggs. His eye twitched for a moment at the thought, somehow that was kind of disturbing.

Sweeney coughed "Right, no reason to go separate." He said before he opened the door, at which he found the note. "Ah, it seems like that science convention is starting today. Oh well, not really for us anyway. Let's just go have breakfast, and well, see if anyone is need of a shave." He said with a grin, holding the door open for her before heading down to the dining hall together with her.

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"Science convention? My, my I suppose I have nothing to do with that, I wasn't in school long so I don't think I'll be much help either." replied Nellie with a chuckle but stopped noticing Mr Todd seemed disant. "Do you suppose there will be a problem with the bread? If there is I could go down to the kitchen and whip us up some of my old fashioned bread and buns." Following him out the door she hurried to catch up, lifting her skirts enough to move without trippin' over herself.

Noticing that his tie was crooked she frowned and moved to stand in front of the man. "Here, if you can't do your own tie without a mirror then just ask me to do it." sniffed Nellie, her nimble hands making quick work of fixing the tie then nodding as she finished it. "There, all tight and right for now."

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"Doctor Frankenstein!" Dr. Jekyll called when he saw the man coming towards him, smiling nervously. He was waiting by the entrance dining hall, having already eaten, and had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of his guests. "Oh, I am pleased to see you up and about! I... Hyde told me that you were not feeling so well last night. You had me dreadfully worried. I do hope you are feeling somewhat better for the rest..."

He fell silent, and then indicated to the door to the dining hall. "The Count has treated us to rather a grand English breakfast. It warmed my heart to see, as I am sure it will yours."

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"Dr. Jekyll, good morning." Victor greeted in return to the older scientist. "Thank you for your concern, sir, I must have been fatigued from the journey, and I'm ... not used to dealing with vampires and such. But I'm glad to see you are feeling alright now." He was also a bit relieved to see that Mr. Hyde didn't seem present.

"English breakfast? How quaint, I haven't had that yet." He said, wondering what might be difference between a normal one and the English one. He found out when he entered the dining hall and the smell of baked sausages and eggs reached him. And not just that, it seemed quite abundant too. He took a seat at the table, looking over the various items of food. "Erm, it... smells good." He said carefully, looking to a suspiciously red, chunky substance that he could only hope to be beans on tomato sauce.

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"I'm sure we won't have to worry about the food. It was just a thought." Sweeney replied reassuringly "And I don't really know anything about science either... so I suppose we'll have to keep at the side and be spectators if there is anything interesting."

He looked surprised when she suddenly moved in front of him, and flinched a little when she suddenly grabbed for his throat, but it was only to adjust his necktie. He gave a soft sigh "Thank you, Mrs. Lovett... I just didn't deem it that important." After that little incident, he walked on.

Mr. Todd glanced around as they walked. "Don't you feel that... this place seems so grand, but empty. Not really lived-in. Like a grand cathedral, or... a tomb. I guess it's something you have in every castle, wouldn't really know as this is the first I've been in, but you'd at least expect some people running around to take care of the whole thing. I would guess such a huge place would require a large number of servants..."

Well, it was as good a place to live in for a while as any, he supposed, or he just had to keep that in mind anyway. He looked ahead as they reached the dining hall, and he noticed the older doctor. "Good morning to you, sir. Good to see you all better. I suppose your friend, Mr. Hyde, hasn't risen from bed yet?"

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"Mister Todd, my good lady; good morning," greeted Jekyll, nodding at the pair. "I am very sorry for rushing out on you last night, but it really could not wait another moment. I suppose I should give some sort of explanation - call it, mmm, a sickness of the blood, for the time being. It strikes me ill from time to time, and I have to rest. But for now, I am fine. Many thanks for your concern."

He looked down at his hands, resting on the handle of the heavy cane. "As for Mister Hyde; you are correct, he his still sleeping off last night's feast. And wine, I feel. My, he seems so bad I can almost feel his migrane myself..." he touched a finger to his temple in demonstration, and then smiled softly at Sweeney. "He probably won't emerge again until well into the evening. May I take this opportunity to apologise, Mrs. Lovett, for his awful behaviour at dinner. I can't express how embarrassed he makes me sometimes... the man needs to learn some manners, and yet I fear there is no teaching a fiend like him."

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"I see." At least the man was a medical doctor, wasn't he? So he probably knew whatever was going on with him. Sweeney wouldn't really care if the guy keeled over and died right now, but at least the man was tolerable, and seeing as he didn't want to make himself suspicious, he mostly asked it out of politeness. Force of habit from a barber, sort of.

So, Mr. Hyde wouldn't be appearing for a while, which he thought was good seeing as he felt like he would lose his temper any moment when around the guy, and it would get so awkward if everyone saw him attacking the man with his razor...

Sweeney glanced to the dining hall "Have you had breakfast already or will you be joining us then?" He asked, before entering the dining hall and taking a seat at the table. He looked over the amount of food, raising an eyebrow "What's all this?"

"Apparently it's an English breakfast." Victor replied absently, prodding a sausage on his plate with his fork, as it seemed to make an odd squeaky noise with each poke. Could fat do that? "You are from London, aren't you? Wouldn't you know then?"

Todd rolled his eyes, this lad could be even more naive than Anthony, but that could have to do with being rich and all. "Lad, I've been... abroad for a long time, but I doubt eating habits changed that much in the last decade. I'd rather say it's breakfast for the English that can actually afford such abundancy. Which would be a very small part of the population indeed, so I have no idea why they call it English breakfast."

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"I have eaten, Mister Todd, but I suppose it will not hurt to join you for a while. I could do with another cup of tea..." Jekyll trailed in after the barber, taking the same seat he had held at dinner again and pouring himself a cup.

He chuckled when Sweeney mentioned his opinion on the 'English Breakfast'. "You are probably right there, Mister Todd. It is all that a lot of the gentlemen I have mixed with know for breakfast, and I believe I can remark here that they could have done with not knowing it quite so often." He glanced up at Victor, smiling gently. "You can eat it, you know, Doctor. It won't leap up and bite you, it's just a sausage," he joked, taking a sip of his tea, "Don't they have sausages in Switzerland?"

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"Think nothin; of it Mister T, I believe that a neat appearence helps keep everythin' in order." retorted Mrs. Lovett before she brushed the sides of her skirts off out of habit. As they entered the dining hall she beamed her usual smile at the two doctors as she broke away from Sweeney.

"Good mornin' to you pet and please there is not need to apologise for Mr. Hyde, he was just interested in me pies that was all." replied the woman, flustering slightly, she had understood why the doctor would want to apologise but he did not have to. It was Hyde who had acted not him.

As she noticed the food on the table, Nellie gasped while a grin crossed her face. "My word, ain't this a site, sausages, toast, bacon and more, an english meal for the rich indeed. Although I don't remeber London being able to afford this reguarly." chuckled the woman, bustling over to sit down next to Mister Todd once more. Seeing Dr. Frankenstien, she smiled as she placed the napkin in her lap. "Good mornin' Dr. Frankenstien, I hope you slept well after last night, such a shame being all dirtied up from the blood."

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((Ah, hey, welcome back, just edited Victor a bit now that I saw your post))

The young doctor felt like asking 'Are you really certain it won't?' but instead thought it might be better not to."Ah, er... just wondering if there's no blood in it or anything, it's just rather greasy though." Victor said sheepishly, opting to just go with some toast instead. As long as the bread didn't wink at him or something. He looked to Mrs. Lovett and gave a hesitant smile "Good morning, madam. Yes, er, thank you. I ... slept alright." He hoped at least it didn't sound like an outright lie.

"Well, what do you know, it's a typical English sausage after all." Sweeney commented to Victor's greasy remark, while he poured himself a cup of tea. Another typical English thing, he thought, as he poured a bit of milk and sugar in as well. As if they didn't have tea in the rest of the world. Or was it that they don't have the right drinking method in the rest of the world? Bugger it, tea's tea.

After he had a drink from it, he glanced over the food; then decided bacon and eggs would always be what they're supposed to be, so he took an egg on his plate and a couple of slices of bacon with some toast. "Have you actually seen the servants that cook this, Dr. Jekyll? It's funny how they remain elusive like that... After the vampire issue, I might want to believe they're ghosts."

"That's a ... joke, right?" Victor said carefully "I mean, there's really no such thing as ghosts..." He glanced to the others in the room. "It's one thing to drink.. blood, but life beyond death and all that?" He blinked a few times. 'Oh, har har, Victor, what the heck are you saying? You created life from things in a grave!... But that's not the same, is it?'

"Whatever you say, lad, you're the scientist, not me..." Sweeney replied, raising an eyebrow while looking at Victor, who seemed to grow distressed at his own thoughts, whatever they were.

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"Ghosts? I should think not!" laughed Jekyll, "Why, I saw some ladies just the other day! ...Mister Hyde took a specific interest in them, but I'm afraid to say that they just sniggered in his face and left. He seemed rather hurt, actually. All the same, I am sure food like this wasn't conjured out of nothing, Mister Todd. Such an idea is surely an impossibility. Everything in this world comes from something else, after all - even vampires."

He smiled at the uneasy Victor in an attempt to calm him. "No need to worry, Doctor. Better to live to the full in this life than rely on the abstract concept of life after death, don't you think? Although... I can hardly say I've done that myself, but perhaps more than most."

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Nellie smiled back, 'Such a sweet, nervous boy, he ain't that young but still looks like a bird in a cage.' Chuckling in her own thoughts she took a piece of toast and took a bite gently. She had some eggs and bacon on her plate and was happy to be so well fed in this place.

At the sound of the Doctor being weary of the thought of ghosts she cocked an eyebrow then let out a light laugh. "Well if they exist or not then we should thank them for the food." muttered Nellie but after that she simply went back to the meal, taking a sip from her drink before popping a small piece of egg into her mouth.

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"Life... maybe isn't all that abstract, doctor." Victor spoke with a haunted look in his eyes. "What if life is just... the body working, like a machine. A little more complicated than a steam engine, but ... a machine nonetheless."

Sweeney frowned a little, then scoffed "Is this becoming a philosophical debate? Whether the soul exists or not? Heaven and hell and all that nonsense?" To be honest, he didn't know what to believe, or didn't really care. The largest part of his life had been hell, so why believe in hell beyond life?

"No, I ... I don't know. What if a soul doesn't exist? What if it's just an illusion we created to ease our mind, so we don't have to face that we'll be nothing once we're dead. That the only thing we are is the electrical impulses in our brain making our body work the way we want..." Victor spoke, his voice hardly above a whisper.

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"Well, whatever it is that keeps us going, I may say I find it hardly unsettling that life expires upon death, Doctor. But it is comforting to think that those who... may have died for little or no reason, have perhaps found their peace." Jekyll replaced his cup in its saucer, looking down into its depths. "And it's a dreamer's fantasy, indeed, that though there is no justice in life, there may be some after it. But I wonder if there is a man alive who is not so wicked as to be sent to Hell... Heaven must be a very, very lonely place."

He coughed quietly, covering his mouth with his fist. "And finally, Doctor, if you are concerned with the fate of your own immortal soul, if it indeed exists, or otherwise your spark of life - give it something to burn on, boy. I hesitate to suggest it, but take a leaf out of Edward's book: enjoy yourself every once in a while. God knows, you look like you need it. Keep so nervous and you may end up like my good friend Mister Utterson - a fair and all-together stunning example of a man, but the most terrible bore you ever met."

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Sweeney coughed, almost choking on his tea at Dr. Jekyll's heaven and hell comment. "Hah! Indeed it would be, heaven would- ..." He paused in mid-sentence as a thought hit him, and all the amusement was gone from his face. 'Lucy... if there is anything like Heaven, wouldn't she be there? But there's no way I would ever... Oh, god, I'll never see her again no matter what...' He put down the cup of tea and spoke in a soft voice "Nevermind, it's all nonsense anyway."

Victor blinked and seemed as if coming out of a trance. "Hm? Oh, er, yes, maybe you are right, doctor. Erm, I just ... have been a little overworked lately. I'm not usually so, er, down. My apologies if I seem to be too much of a bother to anyone." Actually, he'd been happy until the point where the obsession to find the secrets of life had taken over his mind, and it had left him devastated at the end of his research. He glanced to Mr. Todd at his soft-spoken words, frowning a little as he saw something he didn't really expect from the man, for a moment he could see something he had seen in his father's eyes when his mother had died, the deep hurt of a loved one lost...

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Jekyll watched Sweeney carefully from his side of the table, surprised at the tiny flicker of sensitivity he'd allowed to show on his face. "I am sorry,sir. A tender subject, it would appear," he murmured, and fought back the nasty streak of curiosity that wanted to pursue it further.

He smiled at Victor again, looking at him over the rims of his glasses. "You are no bother at all, Doctor. It's a pleasure to have you here, even. All I'm suggesting is that it would do you good to relax. Why, even Mister Utterson takes regular walks with good company - not to mention, taking as much advantage as he can of visiting me for dinner and consuming everything put in front of him, although I too enjoy the company. Since it seems to interest you so, perhaps you would like to follow me to help me set up my apparatus for the convention after breakfast, and give your own project a rest?"