· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

❄️ WINTER

I don't wanna change your mind
But I don't wanna go home tonight
Tell me no or I'm coming over

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[hobbitholmes]

🌟 ethel michealson | fallen london

[iocalling]

yeah, you know that whole winging it thing? I'm doing it again

[likesimpossible]

It was just a bit of business as usual for the Doctor; a message showed up on the psychic paper with a location and an urgent request to come as soon as he could. And, well, the Doctor was far too curious to ignore such a request, so of course, that's exactly what he did.

Only problem was (well, it wasn't a problem, exactly, more like a delightful mystery), he didn't know where the TARDIS was taking him. But then again, there were very few places he didn't want to visit again, and he knew the TARDIS knew that. So when they reached their destination, he didn't hesitate to grab his coat and pull it on and all but bound out of the TARDIS and onto a...

A street? It seemed to be an ordinary enough street, but he knew better than to assume that. Even the most unassuming places could still hold mysteries.

"So, where've we ended up, then? Or perhaps a better question is when have we ended up, hmm?"

h e c k y e a h (current canon)

[iocalling]

Ethel sometimes wondered if staying in London would be worth it. She had come to this sunken city in hopes of finding out more about what had happened to her as a child. More about Io. Yet, it seemed all she could constantly find were nightmares. Visions. Bits of dreams and people and places that made no sense. Digging in the Fourth Quarter had yielded little results so far. Chasing after the desire she had for knowledge seemed to do little. Seth had a mansion with a very mysterious patron, Olivia was always busy, and Killian... Killian was off again on a mission to the Zee.

And the mirrors...

She sighed and ran her hand through her brilliantly bright red hair.

Then, that familiar tug in the back of her mind. Ethel looked up to see a man in a long coat and a surprisingly bright suit. Someone was certainly bold.

[likesimpossible]

Well, the Doctor liked London, because there were always so many twists and turns, so many people poking at things they shouldn't (well, he didn't like that part so much), and more importantly, there was always a rippling, an undercurrent of something that didn't quite belong. Oddities liked London, or more specifically: entities from other planets and worlds, which meant that there never was a shortage of curiosities for the Doctor to investigate.

It wasn't about the thrill of the chase or the hunt for him, because actual real live people were being impacted by these entities coming in and causing chaos, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't get a bit of excitement from it all.

"'Scuse me, but what year is it?" He had an inkling of an idea, just based on having a quick look around, but he wanted to be sure, and from the look of her, the woman standing there seemed like she might know a thing or two about the date, and maybe a bit more besides. Call it a hunch, and it was quite possible that he was wrong (yes, even he could admit to that sometimes), but he just had a feeling about her.

[iocalling]

Well, hopefully the Doctor didn't mind this particular London. She was a little... different. There wa no sky, merely the top of a cavern with something that blinked like stars. There wa no sun ever -- making it so that those who now lived in London and the Neath allergic to the sunlight. Ethel came from the surface, so, there were memories and knowledge of the sun. She figured she still might have some time before she could no longer stand being in its rays.

There are men who looked like squids that walked around, and sometimes even ones that looked like mummies. Devils with their golden eyes while the clergy of the Church merely scoffed at the idea. The Traitor Queen Victoria hid away in the Shuttered Palace. The ones who truly ran London were not the Parliament or Mayor, but the hooded Masters of the Bazaar. So much of it Ethel hardly cared for. Her reasons being in London were far different.

"1899." Ethel tilted her head slightly, looking far from impressed, but dressed for the time. If anything? Ethel was simply exhausted. Sleep hardly came easy to someone whose dreams were messages or prophetic. Though her accent is strikingly American. "I suppose you've lost the calendar on your way down to London?"

[likesimpossible]

Honestly, the Doctor had paid many visits to London over his many years, and she was always different each time. He knew something was different about her this time, even if he was still beginning to grasp just how different. The sky was one thing, as was the lack of sun. He certainly couldn't remember either of those things being defining characteristics, but that just made the city even more memorable in his opinion.

He'd spotted some of the city's denizens as well, including the squid men as well as a handful of others, but that just made him muse at length about how the city had changed. Certainly, this was shaping up to be one of his more interesting visits.

"Ah, I see. 1899. Very good year. Oh, and by the way, lovely dress." He glanced around them briefly before returning his gaze to hers. "Well, that's the thing. I travel about quite a bit, going here and there as things come up, so I do tend to lose track of the time. Tell me, has anything notable happened lately?"

He imagined something must have, or else he wouldn't have felt drawn here.

[iocalling]

Ethel shrugged slightly at the compliment. "I usually don't wear something so ... colorful."

She had gotten used to the greys and blacks, the darker sort of colors. It made her sort of morph into the backdrop of Fallen London. Ethel was used to that sort of thing -- disappearing into the backdrop. The only time she ever shone was when she was there to improve her adopted father's image. Show how well his facility worked, how well it ran, how well her own treatment had gone...

Her head tilted to the side as she felt her ever present attachment shift. Io knew him? Rather, of him. She wanted his help? Maybe? It was hard to tell.

"You're from the Surface--at least. Maybe even beyond that." A frown tugged on her face. "The Feast of the Exceptional Rose is going on right now."

🌟 tiberius darrowbane | various canons

[shakespearian]