and evil is good

[goodisevil]

A young woman suddenly appears on deck, her dark hair falling about her shoulders delicately. On her face is written a sort of loneliness and longing that she would never otherwise reveal to those around her. She is none other than Lucy Harris and, shivering slightly, she makes an attempt to strut around haughtily. "Hello, gents!" she cries, trying

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[miss_carew]

*and who should approach her, but Miss Emma Carew?* ... Hello, miss.

[goodisevil]

Lucy smiles, though her face seems very tired as she does so. However, "Lucy Harris," she introduces herself boldly. "And good evening."

[miss_carew]

She nods in response. "Emma Jek--" But wait, Henry says they aren't married yet, as she had thought, so, "Emma Carew."

[goodisevil]

"Well Miss Carew, I am pleased to make your acquaintance," replies Lucy politely. "I do wonder where we are though...."

[sevendecksbelow]

*tips his hat to her* Good morning, miss.

[goodisevil]

Lucy grins, falling into her own style. "Too bad, I thrive at night. May I ask your name, sir?"

[sevendecksbelow]

Frederick Barrett, miss..... Or just Fred *grins*

[goodisevil]

"Well, Fred, what do you do around here for fun?" laughs Lucy. She smiles comfortably at the the young man's comforting prescence.

[findonesong]

"Hello," Roger said. "Welcome to the madhouse."

[goodisevil]

Lucy laughs at this. "Funny, I always thought I'd end up here someday."

[findonesong]

He grinned, leaning against the railing. "I'm Roger."

[goodisevil]

"Lucy Harris," she replies. "Singer, dancer, philosopher extraordinaire!"

[not_martin]

Another pretty lady? He watches her a moment, and then nods to himself. "Hello there!" he calls.

[goodisevil]

"Well, good afternoon to you sir," she says jovially, her feathers settling slightly. "It is a pleasure to see a friendly face...."

[not_martin]

"You mean me? I guess so. I don't mean to hurt you anyway." He starts laughing.

[goodisevil]

"Well there's a welcome sentiment," cries Lucy, grinning to hide her relief. "Lucy Harris, my dear sir. From England," she adds, noting the man accent.

[theline_between]

When Jekyll finally comes accross her, he gives her a soft, almost sad smile. "Lucy... this is no place for you, what are you doing here?"

[goodisevil]

Lucy starts a little when she first sees him, then looks away sadly. "Well, Dr. Jekyll, I can't say I'm doing much, having just arrived...." She then adds to herself, more than anyone, "At any rate, what sort of place is this that it is not for the likes of me... Heaven? For my dear doctor, I can't think I should ever find the likes of you in hell...."

[theline_between]

"Are you settling in alright, then?" He took her hand and kissed it politely.

At her second statement, he frowned, "No, I'm not sure Heaven is the place for me either."

[goodisevil]

Lucy looks sad at this, though she does not pursue the matter. "I have made wonderful acquaintances around here," she murmurs. "Including the young Miss Carew...."