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[three_proposals]

*Enter a young, very beautiful Victorian lady of about nineteen. She's very confused, for the last she remembers, she was dead. And then undead. And then dead again. She isn't certain what she is now, but she is fairly sure it isn't dead. She glances around, trying to place where she is, before uncertainly raising a question

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[giveskillerhead]

*not that he'd know who she was, or she'd know who he was, but he's also been killed by vampires, and he's bored and she's pretty* Hi. I don't know where the hell it is either.

[three_proposals]

Hello, sir. --You don't? Oh dear. Do you know of someone who does?

[giveskillerhead]

Beats me. If you can find anyone who does, let me know, okay?

[three_proposals]

Certainly, sir. I suppose I shall just search you out--? *yes, is waiting for a proper introduction*

[quinceypmorris]

*It's a moment before he's able to speak, and when he does, it's a little shaky (it's Lucy, and Lord knows there are enough mixed emotions even without the question of whether she's alive or dead or something other, a possibility he doesn't dare think of)*

*clears his throat, attempting to compose himself (it doesn't quite work)*

. . . Lucy?

[three_proposals]

*oh, someone she knows and rather likes!* *rushes over and rather clings, because she's confused and not thinking and it's Quincey, and have we mentioned the confusion?*

Mr. Morris? Oh, thank goodness! What is this place? Where are we?

[quinceypmorris]

*clinging isn't fair, Lucy-- but of course, he won't say anything, and attempts a smile*

It's just about the strangest place you'll ever see, and not always the best, either. But you'll be just fine. We'll see to that. *if there's a hint of "like we didn't manage to last time," well . . . that's only to be expected.* Art will be glad to see you.

[three_proposals]

*it may not be fair, but it's comforting!*

What do you mean? Is it... dangerous? *and then, beams* Oh, Arthur is here?!

[intryingtimes]

*here's a tall, curly-haired gentleman who may look quite familiar, save for his blanch; he'll step forward immediately upon seeing Lucy, but then hesitate noticibly*

*one hand is held out to her, frozen in place, and it is very obviously trembling; so many times he has been told by Van Helsing that he mustn't go to her, mustn't kiss her, and yet-- nothing will ever shake the desire to do so*

[three_proposals]

*she will recognise him immediately, of course, and walk forward very slowly to take his hand*

... Arthur?

[intryingtimes]

*quietly, as he curls his shaking fingers into hers* Lucy. Oh, my darling Lucy, is it really you?

[three_proposals]

*nods and can't tear her eyes away from his face, because she never thought she'd see him again*

It is, Arthur. I've no idea how, or why, but it is.

[vanekiller]

*and here's a Jim, apparently deciding to be sociable -- she slightly reminds him of Sibyl :D*

No one's rightly sure, miss. I know it's not London, though.

[three_proposals]

I think I quite like it, even if it is not London. But I thank you, anyway, Mr.--?

[vanekiller]

*with a slightly awkward bow -- it's been some time since he's been around a proper lady, not to mention introducing himself...*

Oh! Er. I'm Jim Vane, miss.

[three_proposals]

*curtsies with a smile* I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Vane. My name is Lucy Westenra.

[minaharker10_2]

*and here is a Mina who cannot believe her eyes and who is both simeltaneously extremelly happy and crying* Lucy? Oh, God, Lucy, is it you?

[Typist: *is triumphant* :D]

[three_proposals]

*so, so happy to see her!* Mina! It is me, I swear it!

Typist: Indeed. XD

[minaharker10_2]

*runs to her, grabbing both her hands* You...you were dead...he took you from us...Lucy, I'm so happy to see you again.

[three_proposals]

*on the verge of happy tears* I know that, I know, and I've no idea how I am once again alive, but-- *hugs her* I am so glad to see you as well!