Chapter VII: Van Helsing's Cinematograph; Early morning

[master_helsing]

[A work of technological wonders, it seems the odd couple from the century of carriages and steam power have gotten themselves a bit of an 'upgrade'. Nothing too fantastical, but most definitely a step into the grand future. Why yes, the Victorians have achieved live cinematography!]

Does it work? Is it so? Ah ha! Look, Friend John! We have moved

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voice <3

[possiblycantdie]

[ Mina had gotten used to the chattering coming from her journal, the writing staying on the pages so that she could reply later if she so desired. She had on many occasions taking to leaving it elsewhere as she went about her day, though on this occasion it happened to be with her.

She hadn't paid it any particular attention, not until the voices registered. Mina had known that they were here since she had arrived, and had awaited notice from Walter regarding tea before directly contacting the both of them, but hearing them, having her own confirmation of their presence was quite something else. It was one of those rare moments which made her pause, and even left her a little speechless ]

I hope only that time has not caused a lapse in his memory of dance.

[ Surprise, gentlemen ]

Cinematograph;

[master_helsing]

[Fumbling with the delicate casing, the old man nearly dropped it again when that nimble and oh so welcome voice of familiar reason ushered from the small speakers.]

Mein Gott!

[Abraham gawked over the machine, absolutely astounded. Speak of the Devi--No! ]

Speak of our Light, our Light of all Lights! Madam Mina, is it true?

John! Quickly, quickly over here!

Cinematograph.

[psyd_seward]

[His heart nearly burst in his chest as he joined his older counterpart; he was both astounded and enlated at even the slight possibility!

Truly, truly? Was it truly their dearest Mina?]

Mrs. Harker..?

Voice

[possiblycantdie]

It is true. I was brought here myself just a few weeks ago. It pleases me to know that you are both well. [ oh, you lovely men. Just your youness has made her happy with familiarity ]

Cinematograph.

[master_helsing]

[The professor looks as if he's about to spring into action, so anxious his feet rub the carpeting.]

Weeks is it? Shame, shame us! Our paltry toilings have kept our eyes from where they should see. You, Mina, where may we find you?

Surely not in those dusty towers, nor anywhere in the deadly night?

Cinematograph.

[psyd_seward]

[For a long while Seward remained speechless, listening to their words carefully. It could only be imagined as to how lost and alone she felt here in all that time. He, for one, knew the feeling well.]

A-ah, Mrs. Harker! Please do forgive us our ignorance. We could send a carriage...Dr. Van Helsing?

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[possiblycantdie]

There was no ignorance to be had; you are busy men. The time simply allowed me to become familiar with where we are located.

I am afraid that the towers are where I reside, I have had no fortune with finding myself other accommodations thus far.

Cinematograph.

[master_helsing]

Pouf!

[With a convinced stomp of his foot, he is utterly appalled.]

Such dilapidated surroundings are suited not for our beloved Madam. Nay, no time to be waste, we shall arrange meeting at once!

[Patting John's shoulder approvingly, he stepped back from the screen.]

Ja, we meet her on the fly, as you Englishmen say.

Cinematograph.

[psyd_seward]

Busy or no, that is no excuse for a man! We could not leave you stranded...

[God knows what sort of ruffians she'd encountered...He absently nodded to Abraham's words and leaned closer to the screen, his brow knitting in determination.]

Professor Van Helsing is right. When might we be able to meet you?

Cinematograph.

[possiblycantdie]

[ Oh, if only they knew. Hehe ]

Perhaps today, if you have no other plans. I do have a few things which require my attention first, however.

[ Shopping, sob ]

Cinematograph.

[master_helsing]

Plans?

[Taking out his date-book from his pocket he flips through it and carelessly tosses it up in the air behind him... it plops in a flower-pot near the window.]

Madam Mina, your presence supersede all mortal endeavor!

[Clapping his hands together, he makes for the door to the garden with all the enthusiasm of a little Dutch boy.]

Friend John, I shall ready the horse with God-speed to us!