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A Trip to the Opera
Typist: Since, you know, he's only been promising to take her since August, or something like that...to be carried on at the typist's convenience.
*Seward is as dressed up as he ever gets, and actually looks like he may have run a comb through his hair, and possibly slept sometime in the past few days. Still, he fidgets nervously with his tie, ( Read more... ) -
Fun with the doctor.
*just sewed four people back together after a massive gunfight in the Mansion*
Patient Log:
M. Javert-Four gunshot wounds to torso, bruising along torso and in cranial areas, occular damage
Mme. Pontmercy-Grazing of right arm from gunshot
Mr. Todd-Gunshot wound to torso, bruising along torso and cranial areas
Miss Halcombe-Gunshot wound to left ( Read more... ) -
A letter for Victoria
*is slightly annoyed that his typist would not stop poking him while he wrote this letter*
( To Lady Victoria Wotton ) -
(Untitled)
*the result of rolling out of bed with a pounding hangover and nursing several strong cups of tea to try and get rid of it*
Shall I compare thee to a summer's days,
Where she walks in beauty as the roses bloom red?
How do I love thee, let me count the ways
As thy sweet love remembered...oh curse my aching head.
*needless to say, Seward went back ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
*The bed is cleared off. The bookshelves are fairly tidy. There's a pathway on the floor and the chairs are able to be sat in. Having finally arranged everything as perfectly as he's probably going to be able to get it, Seward sends the invitation and waits with crossed fingers*
Dear Victoria ( Read more... ) -
Crackplot runoff.
Thanks to part of the latest crackplot, Seward is reduced to a wibbling ball of heartbreak curled up on his bed, with a couple of empty morphine syringes nearby. He has, however, forgotten to lock the door. -
(Untitled)
It's almost St. Valentine's day. Sixteen days, to be precise. I feel that I should do something for Victoria, but what? If there's any day of the year which should be devoted to the sanctity of marriage, it's this...but then there's the arguement that it should be all about love and marriage be hanged ( Read more... ) -
Christmas
Er, well...this is rather last minute and all ( Read more... ) -
A holiday dinner party?
Seward's room is rather the epitome of what you mught expect from an absentminded scholar: piles of books and papers everywhere. If you look closely, you might see the odd piece of medical paraphanalia lying about, and the ratty dressing gown in the corner appears to hide the phonograph machine. The table has only enough room for a plate and ( Read more... ) -
Oops.
*pretty much comatose on his bedroom floor, surrounded by various drug-injecting paraphanalia*
*for those of you wondering, conversations with your girlfriend's gay husband are not good for mentally unstable relationship challenged drug addict doctors*