London ~1830
Well, Anya and I managed to get the orb thing (or something that looks like one, anyway) away from some nasty demon under London Bridge. Came away with a hell of a scrape on my back. The dress? Ruined, but hey, it's not like it was one of the silk numbers Anya and Cordy have been swishing around in. My back itches like crazy, but it seems to be healing up fine without medical attention.
Which seems to be a thing to avoid in this time period. We got back to the manor house, only to find out that Cordy had had a couple of "fits" (I'm assuming her visions) and they trucked her off to Bedlam. As in the asylum. Apparently they can just do this without any doctor committing her or anything, and Anya insists it won't be nearly as easy to get her out. Great! She's locked up in the loony bin and, of course, that means she can't tell me what her vision was about so I can go kick some demon ass, either.
Think they'll both remember I was the one insisting we try to get out of here ASAP while they were having fun pretending they were in a Jane Austen movie? Yeah, not holding my breath on that one.
So, while I start making plans to bust her out, Anya tells me it'll just get us arrested and that we can go in and see the inmates for a small fee. Like, the insane are a freaking sideshow to these people--the lunatics are apparently running things. I guess it's a plan. If nothing else I can case the joint and see if there's an easy way to get her out, how many guards there are and stuff. But omigod, I really miss the 21st century!
Which seems to be a thing to avoid in this time period. We got back to the manor house, only to find out that Cordy had had a couple of "fits" (I'm assuming her visions) and they trucked her off to Bedlam. As in the asylum. Apparently they can just do this without any doctor committing her or anything, and Anya insists it won't be nearly as easy to get her out. Great! She's locked up in the loony bin and, of course, that means she can't tell me what her vision was about so I can go kick some demon ass, either.
Think they'll both remember I was the one insisting we try to get out of here ASAP while they were having fun pretending they were in a Jane Austen movie? Yeah, not holding my breath on that one.
So, while I start making plans to bust her out, Anya tells me it'll just get us arrested and that we can go in and see the inmates for a small fee. Like, the insane are a freaking sideshow to these people--the lunatics are apparently running things. I guess it's a plan. If nothing else I can case the joint and see if there's an easy way to get her out, how many guards there are and stuff. But omigod, I really miss the 21st century!