Introduction; a secluded room in the mansion

[southernpoison]

At the end of a hallway where no one usually goes, there's a spartan room. Inside lives a woman, flanked by anonymous nurses that stick with her as obediently as lapdogs. She wears old-fashioned, expensive clothing, including a black mourning veil draped over her face, and her hands, withered and ancient, lay on top of an embroidery sampler in

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[phantomofthefbi]

*...well, finding your great aunt in the mansion is a bit unexpected, to say the least, but he'll handle it like it's nothing unusual at all, because he is Aloysius Pendergast, sex symbol to legions of intellectual fangirls, and he does not do suprrise* No, thank you, Aunt Cornelia.

[southernpoison]

*and she's not surprised at the least, because he's her nephew, and he belongs here, at least some of the time, spending time with her* It has been some time, Aloysius. What have you been occupying yourself with?

[phantomofthefbi]

Work and various family matters.

[southernpoison]

Of course, of course. Work. I'll never understand why you insist on enduring that tedium.