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[quiet_dignity]

*Enter a young man in his late twenties, looking about rather confusedly. His hair, curiously enough, is white, but that's really the only unusual thing about him. He pauses and loos around once more, then shrugs and speaks.*

This certainly looks nothing like London. Would someone care to tell me where I am?

Typist: Jonathan Harker, from

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[three_proposals]

*here's a not crackplotted Lucy for the occasion, because really, that would just be frightening*

Mr. Harker? Oh, Mina will be just thrilled to see you!

[quiet_dignity]

*blinks and stares -- should really be used to the idea of people coming back from the dead by now, shouldn't he?* ...Miss Westenra?

[three_proposals]

... Yes, indeed, sir! But, of course, I oughn't have assumed you would know that. Of course you wouldn't. Though I do know a great deal about you.

[quiet_dignity]

I have heard quite a lot about you as well, miss. *smiles a bit* Mina and Art speak very highly of you.

[three_proposals]

Oh, dear. You mustn't listen to a word they say about me. Especially Arthur. They think far too highly of me.