Sunday, 15 March 1925.   Posted by The Keeper.Group: 0
The Keeper
 GM, 321 posts
 Tony Stroppa
Wed 1 Feb 2012
at 09:52
Sunday, 15 March 1925
8am
Sunday Morning
March 15, 1925

The London morning dawned cool and clear.

Everyone had a restless sleep, seeing the mind-shattering images in Miles Shipley's paintings playing in their dreams in a kind of horrifying narrative. Sometimes they were observers, sometimes they were participants in the blood-curdling rituals, rites and murder that Shipley had committed to vivid oil and canvas.

Even those who'd not seen his collection of many foul paintings were affected, having seen the painting that those who had gone the day before to 6 Holbien Mews purchased from the insane artist.

Everyone groggily met for breakfast at the Hotel, people straggling in as they could. After a while it became obvious Phil was missing.


Keeper's Note: I assume Howard's suite, if not that the Hotel dining room is more than sufficient.
Albert Darlington
 NPC, 67 posts
 Detective Sergeant
 Metropolitan Police
Wed 1 Feb 2012
at 09:55
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925
In reply to The Keeper (msg #1):

The Detective arrived at 8am, as expected.

He looked grim and serious, and came straight to the point after some perfunctory pleasantries.

"Blimey! Nang morning. Oi 'ope yew lot slept well. Oi didn't, kept seein' what 'orrifyin' paintin' done by Shipley. Know what I mean?"

"Speakin' ov what unpleasan' bloke, are yew lot aware what 'is entire block wen' up in flames last night? Quite a coincidence, Oi should say."

"In other news, last night Oi dropped by da Blue Pyramid club ter 'ave a chat wiv aaahr infawmant, Aiyesha. She's gone missing, as well as 'er cousin, Rashid. Tewfik was around, too,  no one'll say mawer abaaaht nuffink. I'm worried abaaaht what 'appened ter 'em, nuffink' good, Oi should fink."


As he spoke, he had Simmons pour him a cup of tea. He did look more than a little concerned at these turns of events. He looked around, noticing Phil was missing. "Oi note what mister Webley is absent. Still asleep? Sorted mate. Oi should quite loike to 'ear where the lot of you were, last night."
Cynthia Jane Holloway
 player, 128 posts
 Dilettante
 Globetrotting Free Spirit
Wed 1 Feb 2012
at 15:55
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925
"I should like to attend services today, but I think finding Phil takes priority. Mr. Singh, would you be so good as to check on his room? Perhaps he's simply failed to wake up. Again. Did he leave last night?"
Imran Singh
 player, 72 posts
 Decorated Ex-Soldier
 Loyal Sikh Manservant
Wed 1 Feb 2012
at 16:57
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925
"He and Mr. Lampton went out to a pub, Miss," replies Singh. He turns to Simmons, "Francis, did Mr. Lampton return last night?"
Francis Simmons
 NPC, 19 posts
 Faithful Manservant
 Baltimore Native
Wed 1 Feb 2012
at 18:53
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925
In reply to Imran Singh (msg #6):

"Yes sir. He's still in the bath, and sends his apologies."

Simmons poured tea for the group.
Imran Singh
 player, 73 posts
 Decorated Ex-Soldier
 Loyal Sikh Manservant
Wed 1 Feb 2012
at 20:07
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925
Singh leaves Simmons to setting out the breakfast things in the sitting room of the suite. He goes down the corridor and knocks on Phil's door. Receiving no answer, he uses his key (having gotten keys for all the party's doors from the desk, explaining that he had to keep things tidy).

He enters the room, calling to Phil as he does.
The Keeper
 GM, 322 posts
 Tony Stroppa
Thu 2 Feb 2012
at 06:31
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925
In reply to Imran Singh (msg #8):

He opened the door to John-Marc and Phil's room. They now shared a suite, Dr. Weston having moved into his own private room elsewhere in the hotel.

John-Marc came out of the bathroom, drying his face after his morning shave. Phil's
bed looked slept-in, but was empty.

"Good morning, Mr. Singh! I'm a little late, but I'll be over to your suite in a moment to have breakfast with Phil and the others, eh?"


OOC: Lee/JM hasn't been on in several days so he's being NPCd. Imran would know they are sharing a room so could have knocked, but no harm, no foul and it's not an issue.
Count Sigismund Bathony
 player, 75 posts
 Antiquarian Book Dealer
 Owner Abingdon Rare Books
Thu 2 Feb 2012
at 10:12
Re: Sunday, 15 March 1925

The Count rose somewhat earlier then usual and dressed in a conservative black suit. He did not take breakfast and left for the short walk to the only Orthodox christian church in London. It was a combined congregation of Eastern Churches and even though he had been brought up in the Romanian branch of the faith the differences were only subtle.

He stopped at the entrance of the Church it had been heavily modified for it current use but signs that it had been an Anglican church remained. It was built by the Duke of Westminster for his own use and was a large building. As he assented the steps he greeted the priest at the door and entered, he crossed himself and knelt before taking a seat on one of the back rows.

The scent of the incense was still in the air from the Matins service at dawn. Third Hours was not his families usual worship time but given that he is all that survives of his line he felt it was a tradition he needn't keep. He did not believe any more but this was the last link to his homeland and its people he could not give it up. He took a carte vista photograph from his jacket pocket, it was of his sister.



The service took it usual form of readings and Chanting and finally the priest gives the final blessing and offers the Little Dismissal. The Count rises from his seat and takes his usual place on the left hand side at the top of the stairs outside the Church. He watches the people as they stop to talk or greet old friends as they leave. Before he has time to settle into position a middle aged man greets him with a curt nod and hands him a small envelope, he quickly followed by an elderly gentleman who also hands the Count an envelope. Finally as the crowd has started to disburse and the Count is donning his jacket to leave a young girl who wears the shawl of a ethnic Romanian asks him

”Count Bathony I have this for you.”

The girl was new, but the Count accepted the envelope with a thank you. He had just began to move down to the street when he heard a familiar voice.

”Count Bathony.”

He turn and saw a middle aged woman and her children

”Baroness Rothschild, what a wonderful surprise. Ah .. and this can't be Liberty and Nica, grown so much.”

“So good to see you Count my father would be pleased. It must be over a year, how are you settling in to London ?”

“Very well Baroness. How is your husband as you know we dined at the club not to long ago. How has the season been for you ?”

“Long... what with all the parties and concerts, Liberty will have her debut next season so she has taken a more active role this year. But that's by the bye you must come back to Waddesdon for the end of season house party, Charles did insist. The invites go out this week but now we have run into each other you must say yes ?”

“Of course, I would not miss it, such fun last year.”

The Baroness face then took a sombre tone and the Count guessed what she would ask next

“And no word from home ? Such a tragedy so very brutal.”

The two girls had looked away as their mother spoke and with a forced smile he replied.

“No nothing, but there may still be hope.”

She patted him on the hand

“Of course Sigismund there is always hope. But to brighter things, we will see you had the end of the month.”

With that she descended the stars and the two girls gave the Count a wave as they left that he returned. There seemed to be no other customers this morning so the Count caught a taxi to his club for breakfast.

Sitting in the taxi he read through the letters he had received. The Eastern European community of London saw the Count as a sort of fence, not for stolen goods but for the sale of precious things. They would make first contact with a list of the items they wished to sell quickly and a way of contacting them. In most communities he would be reviled as a vulture of sorts but his customers saw him as a god send for items that would not get a good price in such a western market. They liked to deal with one of their own who knew the value of what they offered.

So as he sat eating the Count studied the letters again. The usual jewellery Russian manufactured, Fabergé Marchak and Bokh. Several books mostly religious texts, he would take them all and a library to look at. No art this time but some archaic objects Roman and Egyptian he would look at these.
Once he was done he would meet up with Perkins and then to meet the others at the hotel.

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