The First Chord

[invoke_lyssa]

Oh...dreaming.

Pretty present you are. Did he give me to you as payment for his death? Yes, that-

Nothing like London. Too white. Less muddy.

Damnable cuff, get off, get off-

I...

It bites, oh lord, get this wretched thing OFF ME

I rather like this dream.

((Strikes are private.))

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[just_cutthroat]

This is anything but a dream.

[invoke_lyssa]

Then a fairy story. Only fairy stories and dreams are capable of such witchery and mischief until you awaken...

[just_cutthroat]

That is what I thought too, before here.

Who are you? You speak of..London..

[invoke_lyssa]

Lived in London my whole life. Do I want to wake up if I should return there?

[Accidental Voice Post]

No, no, no, no. You won't go back, Benjamin, you won't-

[pure_thing]

.....

[OOC: Confused!Lucy is confused]

[invoke_lyssa]

...

[pure_thing]

...you speak of London...

[invoke_lyssa]

In all its filth and lies and jeering laughter.

[darker_alice]

Another London person? Interesting.

Who might you be then?

[invoke_lyssa]

Barker. Benjamin Barker.

[darker_alice]

REALLY.

Well. That should shake things up a bit then.

[invoke_lyssa]

I cannot see how, but I feel a bit shaken up. Lungs in my stomach, heart's in my throat. All very queer indeed.

[1/2]

[stick_to_priest]

...Mr...T...?

[2/2]

[stick_to_priest]

Oh this bloody place and it's mischief...

...smells better than London too, dear, I can tell you that. It's a nice change once you grow used to the sun.

[invoke_lyssa]

No, not T. I would assume...B?

Still cold.

[Screened to Benjamin Barker]

[stick_to_priest]

...you still go by Barker, then. Curious...very curious.

It is the late months, dear. You might want to find a coat or somethin' like that to keep you warm.

[Screened to Mrs. Lovett]

[invoke_lyssa]

...Always did. Nothing curious about it.

Used to it by now.