Yet Another Victorian Chat!

Ella frowned. "Alright." She almost turned to leave, but added quickly, "Just know that if you're up to something bigger, I've had to resort to masquarading as a guy a couple of times. Maybe I can help?" She flashed a sheepish smile.

Isadora: I frown a bit but start to stand, nervously turning my hat in my hands. "Depends- is money very important to you?" They'd be offering a reward soon, I know it.

Ella smirked. "If I cared about money all that much, I'd be wearing better clothes. I'm just bored, is all."

Delia: I nodded and looked around, leading into the hall and pulling down the trap door. "Up we got," I said, scrambling up. I looked down, waiting for her.

Isadora: I take a deep breath. "Then I think I'll be needing your help," I say softly. "Please don't be frightened, but I just escaped from the asylum, and I'm afraid I have nowhere to go. My family..." My voice cracks and I look down. "Just please... If you can help me now, I promise I will pay you back in full as soon as I can."

Ella's eyes widened. "An asylum?" The crazy camp?

Lucien: I start climbing up, cursing my elaborate dress, before flopping down on the floor and looking around. I start to whistle. "Wow. The Johnsons have certainly been holding out on us, have they not?" I get up and start picking up and putting down bottles.

Isadora: I blush and look down. "I-I do suppose you could call it that. But I assure you, I'm not very crazy! At least I don't think so."

Delia: I smiled and pulled one of the older bottles out and ripped the cork out with my teeth. I offered her the bottle with a grin.

(Sorry, Jack. I think I'm gonna throw out the twins.)

Lucien: I take the bottle and take a swing before wiping my mouth with my sleeve. Ah, much better. "I hope this isn't some elaborate plan to create a scandal, is it?" I ask as I start fixing my skirts. "After all, it's not everyday I share good wine with a servant."

Alright, suit yourself. Should I throw in Antony into the party then? Still don't know what I'm gonna do with him.

Delia: I shook my head. "I'd rather stay clean in the eyes of society," I said, taking a drink of it after her.

(Sure, if you want. I'll have their replacements in a bit.)

Lucien: "Good, because I don't think I'd ever hear the end of it from my brothers. Or my parents for that matter." I offer a hand. "I'm Lucien Skues by the way. What do they call you?"

Delia: I shook her hand and smiled. "I'm Delia. Not really sure about my second name, though," I mumbled.

Lucien: "Well then, I guess you'll have to make one up then, won't you?" I ask as I take another sip. "I intend to when I become famous."

(Whatever happened to Lucia and Leonard?)

Delia: "Yes, i supose I will. And how do you plan on becoming famous?" I asked, cocking my head.

Name: Eliza Baltimore
Age: 16
What are you?: She's the girl that was brought back to life. Has bruises around her neck from the day she died and doesn't have a heart beat.
Bio: The last thing she remembers is being strangle to death in a field of flowers one day. She has a master, although she never sees him, and her vocal cords were sewn shut. But don't let her silence fool you- she's clumsy and impulsive, impulsive, and tends to do things her way.
http://www.hji.co.uk/ImagePopup.aspx?imageid=qhs30334&imagename=2008%20short%20bob&imagetitle=2008-short-bob

^^ cool

Lucien: "Easy," I say. "I'll go to America an amze the world. Then I'll rise to fame and fortune before gracefully retiring at the height of my fame, reclining in my large manor as of yet unimpregnated and surrounded by beautiful men."

Name: Haji Benpelin
Age: 17
What are you?: Coffin maker/Undertaker.
Bio: His family lived as servants for many years before breaking away and starting their own business in the industry they knew the most about: death.
http://www.hji.co.uk/ImagePopup.aspx?imageid=qhs1609&imagename=2002%20men%20texture&imagetitle=2002-men-texture

hullo

Delia: I nodded and laughed. "That sounds like a brilliant life," I said dreamily.

hai

@Pavo: that guy looks creeeeeppy

I didn't think he looked that creepy... But he's perfect for an undertaker! An hullo!

XD Ikr?

(Jack, did you ever apply to Is? And feel free to go to the party!)

Lucien: "Doesn't it?" I say with a grin. "I'm telling you, as soon as I save up enough money, I'm buying a one way ticket out of here! And then it's good bye dowdy London and hello bawdy, glamourous, golden America!"