Enter, Master Snakebite

[not_snake_bite]

"Ha! You ill-begotten, unworthy wretch!  You did not kill me!  Nothing can kill Master Steerpike, nothing!" He claims, repeats, singing and dancing madly as he flails in the darkening, rainy night.  Until... In a surprising deft movement he turns and stares at an uncanny source of light, a beacon in the night, and he suddenly realized he is no

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[hardlyagravated]

Laurel's had a long day; snapped at by a suicidally depressed teenager, utterly unsuccessful at finding her husband, and feeling very alone at present. But she's long internalized manners as a survival skill, and curtseys shallowly.

"Good eve, sir," quietly but not timidly, perhaps the fairer for her preoccupation, though it's been long enough since anyone found her so.

[hardlyagravated]

She considers, as she slips his arm through his. "I've never been to the attic. Though I suppose it must have one. Shall we look?"

[not_snake_bite]

"Yes, yes, we shall," he says. His mind is now working immensely fast, for he is wanting to give this woman all that he would have given another, had she let him. Of course, that might entail a few gruesome acts, but who is to stand in the way of Steerpike?

T: Oh, this is where a Prunesquallor (ha ha ha) or a Titus would be most welcome.

[hardlyagravated]

"Very well," quieter. She knows where the main staircase is, and it's only logical to assume there must be some way to the attic from the second floor, so that's where she starts to lead them.

T: I really need to read his canon now. He's great...fun? But as I gather things might be about to get more messy than not, should we move to one of their journals?

[not_snake_bite]

T: Sure thing. Here ya go. http://not-snake-bite.livejournal.com/1411.html

[hardlyagravated]

T: Eeep, too well locked. I can't see it. (And am reading wiki in the meanwhile.)

[not_snake_bite]

T: I have fixed it. Give it a shot now...