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Rae had been so careful putting her towel and clothes out of reach when she had reached the Caribbean inlet, specifically so she wouldn't have to worry about them while she swam. Apparently she hadn't put them high enough. When she had waded back out of the water two hours later, all that was left of her towel was a few torn and singed cotton threads, and her clothes were nowhere to be seen. Not even her coat.

It was enough to make one wonder if 'demon bunny' could constitute an actual curse. May your teeth fall out, your crops rot, and demon bunnies nick all your stuff.

The weather was warm enough at the Caribbean inlet, but Rae was wet and weary, and while winter was technically on its way out of the pseudo-Scottish countryside, it was still plenty chilly, and the muddy ground was frigid under her bare feet.

Her teeth were chattering by the time she reached the bar room's back door - the key to her room had been in her coat pocket, anyway, so she figured she might as well go directly in. The Bar's offerings of a fluffy (whole, and unsinged!) towel and a thick bathrobe are much appreciated.

Date: 2015-03-11 11:01 pm (UTC)
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There always seems to be some plague or another in the slums of the East End; you can be glad if it's not the cholera this time.

Dorian Gray, of course, doesn't mind. He has slept with consumptive women without any fear as he knows he will shake off everything and anything.

There is a nasty influenza about at this time of year, and more people coughing and sneezing than usual, but Dorian had still gone out to place some bets and meet a few people he needed to see. He always has plans and keeps busy.

He feels a bit under the weather when he gets home today, so he decides to go and look at the painting; confronting the ravages of time is the best way to shed them. But when he steps through the secret mirrored doors, it's not that plain, hidden chamber that he enters, but Milliways.

Wearing a silk kimono and carrying a large, dramatic candle-stick, Dorian Gray is standing in the middle of the bar, and sneezin.

Date: 2015-03-11 11:16 pm (UTC)
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"And you look as if you'd just stepped out of your bath," Dorian says, smiling.

Then, he sneezes again.

"There's something going round in the East End that I may have caught the tail end of," he says. "We should have tea!"

Date: 2015-03-12 12:47 pm (UTC)
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Dorian puts his candlestick on a table near the fireplace, and indicates the chair beside it with a deep bow.

"Please do be seated," he says, "and I shall be long momentarily with tea and all that may be needed for it."

He walks towards the bar and talks to it, and some rats; after a while, he returns with a warm, soft paisley-patterned shawl (that may almost be called a plaid, for its size) and some socks, followed by rats bringing a proper tea tray, with a tea pot, milk, sugar, honey and lemon, as well as cucumber sandwiches and thin ginger cookies.

He offers the shawl to Rae. "They assure me this is made in the cold mountains in the north of India, out of the under-wool of especially lovely baby goats, and warms like nothing else in the world. The pattern is traditional, as well."

Then, he offers her a pair of warm socks as well.

"And to be once more anticlimactic to the gothic impression...."

Date: 2015-03-12 02:12 pm (UTC)
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Dorian starts putting his own warm socks over his silken ones, then settles into the other chair and accepts a tissue.

"Disposable handkerchiefs!" he says, "very clever!"

He sneezes into it, politely turned away, then tucks it into his dressing gown pocket, and starts to pour tea.

"I hardly ever catch anything," he says. "I'm a very hardy specimen, even if I look like an utter wilting wimp. How do you take your tea?"

He offers honey; honey and lemon seem like a good idea when you're sick?

"And what's more, the baby goats are only ever gently fleeced so they can live to produce more wool another day. I don't know how old they get before their wool is too coarse for the finest quality."

Date: 2015-03-12 09:28 pm (UTC)
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Dorian adds honey to her tea, and stirs while smiling at her.

"Yes, I know those two varieties first-hand as well," he says. "Especially the government variety. Those tax men are terribly nosy and make you pay for the oddest things."

Date: 2015-03-12 09:53 pm (UTC)
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"Yes," Dorian agrees, pushing over her cup (a nice one, on a pretty saucer!) before dosing his own with honey and lemon. "When you realise some shop-owner or tradesman has done it, you feel silly for holding still instead of whacking him one with your little horns, so to speak."

He coughs, takes another tissue, and politely turns away while very quietly blowing his nose. A gentleman doesn't honk in the presence of a lady!

Date: 2015-03-12 11:09 pm (UTC)
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"And then caper away from a bad deal," Dorian adds, sipping his own tea.


"I'm frightfully sorry, but what does one do with those paper handkerchiefs when they're done? One can hardly hand them to the laundress."

Date: 2015-03-12 11:50 pm (UTC)
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"I'll have to throw them away here, or my housekeeper will be astonished," Dorian says. "I can't casually fill my bins with inventions from the future. That would be overdoing it a little."

Date: 2015-03-13 12:21 am (UTC)
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"Bringing a stereo home and playing 20th century stage musicals loudly at all hours," Dorian says, grinning.

He sips his tea again.

"I already feel better. It must be your company."

Date: 2015-03-13 12:34 am (UTC)
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"Laughing always helps," Dorian says. "It makes me feel less sorry for myself."

He ponders.

"I do have a phonograph, but that's a far cry from the equipment they have here."

Date: 2015-03-13 08:39 pm (UTC)
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"That is something I might try!" Dorian says. "Then I could just take the essentials home with me, in case my door goes away and I feel the urgent need for 'Phantom of the Opera' or 'Sound of Music'."

Date: 2015-03-13 08:47 pm (UTC)
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"It's about this terrifying spectre that lives underneath the Paris opera and picks that one young soprano to turn into a star, but she's in love with that one young man..." Dorian says. "And a chandelier falls. I've watched it on a disk here, too. All very dramatic."

Date: 2015-03-13 09:09 pm (UTC)
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"Delightfully ridiculous just about describes it," Dorian says. "I love it for it -- and the way I can sing along with it with maximum drama."

Date: 2015-03-13 09:18 pm (UTC)
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"Yes!" Dorian says. "It is! He makes himself unhappy on purpose with such relentless energy!"

Date: 2015-03-13 09:24 pm (UTC)
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"Everybody else was an extra!" Dorian says. "Or maybe an almost life-sized cardboard cut-out."

Date: 2015-03-13 09:29 pm (UTC)
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Dorian holds out his cup. "Thank you!" he says. "It's amazing they didn't make a stage musical out of it, too."

Date: 2015-03-13 09:45 pm (UTC)
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Dorian laughs and almost spills his tea.

"I made such complicated plans nobody else even realised what happened," Dorian adds, striking a silly operatic pose while still seated.

Date: 2015-03-13 09:59 pm (UTC)
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"And no way am I taking back my former girlfriend for whose sake I started all this," Dorian improvises, putting down his teacup down, just in case.

Date: 2015-03-14 03:55 pm (UTC)
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"Suequel fodder!" Dorian declares, cheerfully. "I wonder why nobody ever wrote that!"

He offers the plate of ginger biscuits to Rae. "Here, take one -- ginger is good for colds, I think. Or rather, against them."

Date: 2015-03-14 11:16 pm (UTC)
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"I think my cold is already beating a hasty retreat as it apparently can't bear this much amusement," Dorian says. "It thrives on misery, coming from the East End."

He wipes his nose with another tissue, then refills both their teacups.

"So, let's plot this revenge of Mercedes' just for the sake of it?"


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