Death on a First Date

( An unsent letter to... Lady Petronilla. )

( Unsent letter to his father )

Weddings! Truly joyous occasions for all. I trust all decent citizens will be attending mine. I trust all indecent citizens will be staying away.

[Actual message to Petronilla]

I believe I have to come and try some new hose on.

Your daughter will be there, won't she?

[OPEN SPAM LATER - multiple me, if you like. One is reserved for Victor, though.]

[Eddie is running away. Into the woods. Half dressed in hose, and with a ripped shirt. He's a bit less skinny and a bit more Disney-Prince than usual. He jumped out of a window in an act of derring-do and is now on the run from his future mother-in-law and numerous other people. He has no idea where he's going, or how to survive without a manservant, and in any other circumstances, would die.

Unless someone magically appears to help him out...]

((ooc: Edward, for reference, is a visiting prince from a nearby poxy little tinpot kingdom, and is desperately trying to get out of his arranged marriage, 'cause he loves some cheery, lovely peasant girl. Feel free to assume you're invited/know anyone involved, etc. Go nuts. If you want in/have nothing to do with a variety of female characters for the purposes of plot, come bug me. Otherwise peasant girl/future wife etc will be assumed.

It's canon. But not as you know it.))

If the only way you could have total freedom within a society is to be literally invisible to that society, would you consider it worth it? If it took to technically not exist to be able to live by your own rules, would you want that?

Or would it be too lonely? Is there any point in that freedom when you can't share it with anyone, and you're left as an observer to a society where nobody else had any freedom at all?

[Wardens-Eddie-likes filter (doctors, Howie and other officious types excluded. George is in, though)]

There's... some concepts I'm not entirely sure of the meaning of, and after talking to my inmate, I think it's quite important to understand them.

God, and the afterlife.

I've talked to a few people, and no offence, they seem to have done their best to explain it, but it seems a little fuzzy still.

Is god a physical person? If so, why is he a god above everyone else? If not, why do people call themselves goddesses here? What's the difference between people who say there's one god, and those who say there's lots, responsible for different things? Which one's right?

Are both right? Are none right?

Is the afterlife just... something the Previous think happens after death, or is it something specific? Why would someone say this place wasn't the afterlife... when it's clearly, um, after life? For the dead people, anyway.

[Private, seperately, to Sveta and Martha - video]

[Eddie comes on screen.] Hi. I found something and... I thought you might be able to tell me what it was about.

[He holds up a copy of a Ishihara test]

We found this in the library, and me and Jane can see different things in it. Why might that be? What's the purpose of this?

[Kitchen filter]

Could you spare me a piece of meat, by any chance? You probably won't get it back.

[Lab staff-folks]

My inmate wants to do an experiment, and if I'm supervising and he wants to come in to do something, is that alright? He's not doing anything dangerous, and I'll make sure nothing's taken.

[Private to Victor.]

I've asked for some meat, for that experiment you wanted to do. You can have the day off from work to do it, so pick whenever suits you.

I was thinking about perhaps setting up some sort of social event for all you newcomers to the town. At least, all the welcome ones. I'm Eddie Russett, son of Holden Russett [who's crazy rich and lives somewhere that is not. here.], who I'm sure you've heard of.

I also run the paper - the Enquirer - here. Single handedly. [when he says paper. It's a weekly sheet of paper with bits of information on it. Clumsily printed and occasionally misspelt]

If there's anyone with a story to tell, contact me and we can have a chat about making your story come to life. Questions you want answering or asking? I'm your man.

I don't suppose we have any photographers amongst our newest residents, do we?

[Private message to the Mayor]

Mayor Narvin, is it possible to get an interview with you at some point tomorrow? For the paper? Mostly on the subject of the railroad, as I'm sure you can understand the interest in such a thing.

[He also intends to bug you about bandits, but still.]

[Private message to the Marshals]

I've seen all your posters up around town, sirs, and I was wondering if it was possible to ask you a few questions about the man you're looking for. For the paper, you see. The more information out there, the less worry, as I'm sure you're aware.

[Private message to the Sheriff's office (so deputies too)]

Could I borrow one of your gentlemen for a few minutes or so, for a few moments' interview, nothin' more?

Failing that, could I possibly acquire a formal statement on the subject of the rumours of outlaws outside of town? Has anyone been hurt yet? Is it something you're worried about?

((ooc: last minute change from the plotting post. Eddie is now a bumbling, naive rich kid playing at journalism. And he always, always asks too many questions. Feel free to want to have him bumped off/turn down his requests for interviews.

Also, he's conventional colour blind, but he tries to keep it a secret.))