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There's a small disturbance.

Aug 02, 2009 09:57

Those near the largest common room may here some muffled expressions of surprise, a bit of shuffling, and some furniture moving in a small side room. There's a low man's voice, more muttering than truly speaking ( Read more... )

aredhel, introduction

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doctor_pascal August 3 2009, 05:33:11 UTC

Sitting at a table in the room where Alfred landed is a gentleman writing, making notes doggedly, and quite seriously. He hasn't quite paid attention to the noise: when Pascal is working, he is truly in another world.

pactorprestige August 3 2009, 12:17:39 UTC

Borden re-angles himself, subtly, to see the writing, but frowns a bit when he (presumably) sees it is in French. After a moment, he says, "Excuse me, sir."

doctor_pascal August 3 2009, 19:20:28 UTC

Pascal looks up, mildly surprised not to be alone. "Ah. Bonjour, Monsieur." He smiles, amiably. "Can I help you?"

pactorprestige August 3 2009, 23:53:43 UTC

"I don't know, to be frank. That may depend. Where am I?"

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arid_white_lady August 3 2009, 05:35:55 UTC

Aredhel walks by, and when she hears the noise, she steps closely to investigate. She will step out of the door's immediate vicinity when it opens.

--- "Good day," she offers, then, lamely. Her hand goes to her belly, almost protectively.

pactorprestige August 3 2009, 12:18:26 UTC

"Good day," he returns, not closing the distance she's placed between them. "I... apologize if there has been any intrusion. I assure you, it was not my intention."

arid_white_lady August 3 2009, 19:21:41 UTC

She shakes her head, composure returning rapidly. She is a Princess of the proud Noldor, after all. "You are not intruding, Lord, I was only passing." A beat, and she adds, "You look lost."

pactorprestige August 3 2009, 23:54:21 UTC

"An accurate assesment, as I don't seem to be in London, which was where I was last."

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studiesemerald August 6 2009, 00:16:32 UTC

Moriarty glances up from his book. He smiles a bit, always glad to see someone from his own time.

"Welcome, sir."

pactorprestige August 6 2009, 04:26:35 UTC

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He frowns a bit. "Most literally, in fact, I did not mean to."

studiesemerald August 7 2009, 00:41:57 UTC

Moriarty shrugs, casually setting his book on the table.

"From this? I've read it before."

He rises and offers the new arrival a hand.

"James Moriarty. London. 1882."

pactorprestige August 7 2009, 03:17:47 UTC

Borden gives him an odd look, but takes the offered hand. "...Alfred Borden, London, 1878."

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