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When both of them are otherwise unoccupied, Dr. Chesapeake seeks out Mr. Harcourt-Rhodes. An astute observer might notice she seems more than a little concerned about something.

"Mr. Harcourt-Rhodes...you came from Old Borealis, did you not?"


( 12 words — Speak? )
May. 4th, 2013 01:51 am (UTC)
Theophilus reclines at the gunner's station on the good ship Crimson Lady, resting his journal on his thigh and staring at the setting sun. The astoundingly beautiful view strikes him as awfully romantic, and he despairs that at the moment he has no one to share it with, but decides instead that he should use it as inspiration for his current work.

Yet just as he muses this to himself, the playwright hears one of his crew mates arrive. Theophilus blinks his large, whiskey-brown eyes as he spies the ship's doctor. He puts down his fountain pen.

"Good evening, Dr. Chesapeake," he greets warmly. "Why, yes. As it so happens, I do hail from Old Borealis. May I inquire as to why you would like to know?"
May. 4th, 2013 11:41 am (UTC)
She pauses, then takes a breath and plunges ahead. "My father came from there. From the stories he's told me and my sisters, it seems his family - the Wyndham-Hawksmoors - was one of means." She smooths a stray wisp of auburn hair back into her customary braided bun; an absent, nervous gesture in the usually stoic surgeon.

She swallows. "When we first encountered Mr. Draw, you spoke of the Misbegotten; do you know what becomes of the ones of Old Borealis?"
May. 5th, 2013 04:20 am (UTC)
Theo goes quiet, all the mirth draining from his features. "Oh, dear." The playwright clears his throat, unsure of how to phrase it so as to lessen its sting. But as Theo has come to know and respect the Doctor as an individual of strong character, he realizes that sugar-coating the truth would give her no comfort.

"Theirs is not a happy lot in life," he finally sighs. With a shake of his head, he continues. "Misbegotten are sent to a specific district and categorized based on their traits. There, they are given menial production tasks such as making pins or sewing mail bags, and most never leave their assigned block." Theophilus makes a disgusted little sound. "Oh, but some of them, the ones with claws or fangs or armored skin, those poor souls are never heard from again. As a youth, I was told they were exterminated for their dangerous nature, but when I joined the Imperial Air Navy, I discovered the grisly truth of the Chuno Ggun."

Edited at 2013-05-05 04:25 am (UTC)
May. 5th, 2013 11:22 pm (UTC)
Lily digests that, her expression unreadable. "She might still be alive," she says, half to herself, grasping at any straw, however small. She touches a pendant dangling from one of her necklaces as if asking for divine guidance. "Great Mother, please let it be so!" Her voice seems to catch on that last remark.
May. 6th, 2013 04:01 am (UTC)
This is not a reaction he had been expecting. Disgust, perhaps, or even sorrow. Yet the eldest of the Chesepeake sisters seems to have found some hope in his assessment of the change cage city from whence he came.

Theophilus raises his eyebrows. "Lily...Doctor. Of whom do you speak? Who might still be alive?" Suddenly he remembers his manners and gives a bashful smile. "Ah, that is, if I may be so bold."
May. 6th, 2013 05:06 pm (UTC)
There's always been a certain quality about Theophilus, something that Lily hasn't found with anyone save her sisters since the five of them left their tribe. Emboldened by it, she decides to reveal what she's thinking.

"I have a cousin," she says after a pause. "My Aunt Lillian - the one I was named for - was her mother. Our father was a doctor in Old Borealis, and he was the one who delivered our cousin. She was Misbegotten, but Papa told the authorities she was normal, so Aunt Lillian could keep her." Her expression twists into one of disgust. "The indrikki droppings found out, though." There's a flash of something dangerous in her eyes. "They took my cousin away, and then threw Papa out of the city...he might have died, had our mothers not found him."

She reins in her emotions with an effort. "But from what you said, we might be able to rescue her, and bring her to live with the rest of our family."

Edited at 2013-05-06 05:33 pm (UTC)
May. 7th, 2013 12:56 am (UTC)
Theophilus puts his hand over his heart in surprise and dismay. "Oh, the poor dear! Oh, of course we'll have to rescue her right away, there's really no question about it!" Frantically he hops up from his station, pacing and fretting. "Security's going to be a bother. There will likely be scads of IAN sailors about, perhaps even a few Chuno Ggun. A stealth mission would be the most intelligent option, but knowing, well, all of us, really, it's not reallistically feasible. Perhaps Captain would know what--" Suddenly he stops, slapping his own forehead in disbelief.

"Oh, my stars and garters, I almost forgot to consult the Captain! Imagine how displeased he would have been if we had wandered off without him! And without backup, how would we ever find...Erm." In slight embarrassment, Theo turns to face Dr. Chesepeake once more. "Ah, what was your cousin's name again, Lily?"
May. 7th, 2013 05:26 pm (UTC)
Having been caught up in Theo's plans for the rescue, it takes a moment for Lily to process his question. "Papa said that Aunt Lillian named her 'Delphinia.'" She gives him a lopsided smile. "She was born with purple skin, but Aunt Lillian wanted to name her something pretty." She frowns. "Though, judging by George and Pearl's former names, the motherless sons of scavenger leavings that run the Imperial bureacracy may have changed it to something else." Her expression twists with revulsion. "She's also likely to have been sterilized." She shakes her head. "And they call us barbarians!"

Then she seems to come back to herself. "Your pardon, Mr. Harcourt-Rhodes. This subject upsets me...sometimes it affects my judgement."
May. 7th, 2013 09:30 pm (UTC)
"Oh, no, no, no, dear, I understand completely. I assure you. I appear to have become a little out of sorts myself." Theuophilus composes himself, sighing. "The maltreatment of the misbegotten is one of the myriad of reasons I left the hold of the empire. What they put those people through... It truly is horrendous." The playwright shakes his head again, and gives her a smile.

"But Lily, Captain is ever so reasonable about these things. This crew is like an extended family. We may not always get along entirely, but we take care of our own." Theophilus puts his hand to his heart, his trademark optimism rose-tinting his world. "The path to Old Borealis will not be an easy one, but you will have myself, the Captain, and everyone else by your side. I believe that we can find your cousin, Lily. I believe we can save her."
May. 8th, 2013 05:21 pm (UTC)
"We can save her," Lily says fervently, hope fluttering in her chest. Then she smiles, the expression giving her features a radiance that rivals the rising sun. She reaches to take Theophilus's hand in her two. "Thank you, Theophilus. You've given me hope."
May. 9th, 2013 04:12 am (UTC)
"We'll get through this, Lily," he says with a confidant grin. "You'll see."

And suddenly a flash of inspiration hits Theo: his latest play will be a tale of forbidden love between a naive noblewoman and a streetwise Misbegotten. Perhaps he can even persuade Charles to participate in the production! The urge to put pen to paper is nearly overwhelming, but somehow he manages to remain polite and calm.

"Ah, now, if you don't mind," he says in a friendly manner. "Perhaps we can ask Tobias a little later? I thought I heard him mention he had plans this evening and I'm sure he wouldn't want to be disturbed."
May. 9th, 2013 04:43 pm (UTC)
"Certainly," Lily replies, her mind churning with plans of her own. She visualizes her aunt and cousin reunited with her father, and the warmth of the entire extended family's love enfolding its newly-rescued members.

"Perhaps I'll have Iris come along with us when we make our request," she says after some consideration. A wink. "She'd be more than happy to have any excuse to talk to him, after all."
( 12 words — Speak? )


Lily Chesapeake


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