There is so little to do in winter--or you permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.

[glass_beddau]

[Mid-afternoon of Thursday, November 26 (day 179)]
[The Miskatonic Café]Not sure if it's the weather or the unsettling of moving, but I'm not feeling particular well of late. I've not quite slipped 'round to sleeping through the days again, with neither of them quite doing it, but all joking aside I've been particular disinclined to get out of bed

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[melania_lowell]

I look from one to the other as they talk, unsure of what they're talking about. Almost like some sorta secret code, but not. I'm thinking of being polite and making an excuse to get up and leave them to it when I blurt out. "What's less of a concern?" I ask, and I swear if I was a wolf, my ears would be pricked forward and head cocked to the side. Curiosity and cats, my ass. Something really fucked about this town, even though Verdi told me some, I saw it one night. Better to seem nosey and live, I guess.

Then Glass mentions a Bluebeard at the Apothecary and Tess calls him Lord Hughes, asking about his nickname. All I can think is a Lord works at the Apothecary and a goddess owns a bar? ....The Fuck?

"Yeah, from way back. I'm guessin' you just came into town recent? Are you one 'a those as come in from the Carnival?"

"Huh?" I say, still caught up in thinking of the fucked up shit I've seen in this town so far, not including me. Of course I say it before I realize I did hear what she said. "Yeah only been here a few weeks," I nod and then shake my head, "Not from the Carnival,no,I came in from the North West," I smile. "Met Zann, but haven't been to the carnival yet."

[glass_beddau]

"What's less of a concern?" Lannie says, and I know the spark that's in her eyes; she'll be having answers now, I think. Still, how to set this out...

"There was one in town for a few months," I say slow and thoughtful, turning the cup on the table. "A mockingbird bitch, liked passing herself off as others. Few folk fell into the habit of asking questions particular to be sure of who they were speaking to, you see?" I take a sip of the tea, gauging her reaction.

"Anyway. It's of less matter now as it seems she's dead," at least for the moment. "Near as can tell, some bastard--" oh, mind your teeth, Glass-- "peeled her corpse and left her bones hung on the graveyard fence." Oh I was not pleased with that, I truly wasn't.

I shrug and manage to take some of the edge off my teeth, turn it into a smile. "Strange town, sometimes."

"I ain't seen 'em, but I'll take a look," Tess says of the books. "It'd give me somethin' more fer trade with Syl, 'f I read 'em." She sits back a little. "No one's ever said why some folk call Lord Hughes that name - d'you know?"

"Old story," I say. "Not of him, I mean--old story of a rich man with a wicked cruel streak, saw himself fit to take whatever he pleased and lord over those around him. That along with those few he takes up with being chewed up and spat out..." I shrug. "He picked up the name."

"Yeah, from way back. I'm guessin' you just came into town recent? Are you one 'a those as come in from the Carnival?"

"Yeah only been here a few weeks. Not from the Carnival,no,I came in from the North West." Nothing to add to that, but I listen; don't think I've heard Lannie speak of where she came from afore. "Met Zann, but haven't been to the carnival yet."

"Cheerful woman, that one," I say. Hellish bad taste in those she'll keep company with, but cheerful.