Mailbox of the Lady Adelswärd

[misskarin_ebz]

Notes, letters, gifts, it's all received at the Ladies townhouse at Old Paradise Row 7. except for the occasional fan mail delivered to her loge at the Hall. Do feel free to drop a note.

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[eskil_douglas]

Trunk after trunk is delivered to the Baroness home. Opening them will reveal it's mostly startling amounts of money and a gentleman's wardrobe. Clothes easily recognised for Karin as they belong to her cousin. There is a very short note as well;

Karin

I'm on my way.
Tell him I love him.

~ E.

[nathan_attford]

Lady Adelsward,

I think I may have been dreadfully rude to you. I can only apologize. I was very much not well. I hope you will permit me to make it up to you?

Yrs,
N. Attford

[misskarin_ebz]

Dear Nathan,

You needn't apologize, I'm just relieved to hear that you are feeling better. Let's have tea soon, it's been so long since we talked.

Yrs,
Karin Adelswärd

A Feast Gift!

[sapho1byron]

It is hand delivered by a courier from "Hapels & Sons, Bakers," a red box decorated with roses and tied with black ribbons. It is some half-foot square, and one half that height.

It opens to reveal a tiny cake shaped like a cat and covered in pink frosting! Little dots of chocolate mark it's eyes.

It also comes with a note:

"I hope you enjoy eating my little pink pussy. -S. B."

Re: A Feast Gift!

[misskarin_ebz]

Oh this is just too silly!

[erisfnord.livejournal.com]

By bat, a sketch is delivered, all pastels and thick lines of charcoal, bold colours lain into a picture of a half-remembered evening, a full page of the recumbent Swede, hair tousled and lips parted, flushed with the night before. The background is shadowy, dreamlike, only the outline of the swell of zee-light through what may be a porthole to indicate location. The faint illumination strikes the curve of skin, the sweet pale lines of the Lady Adelsward.

The picture is unsigned - but who else could have sent this?

[misskarin_ebz]

It can't be? How could it? But still it is, it must be - there's no other explanation that would make any sort of sense.

The bat returns with a note written in a familiar but shaky hand.

Eris?

Is this for real? Are you alive well back is this for real? Please.

~ Karin

[sapho1byron]

A bat arrives.

Karin, I have acquired something dangerous. Or maybe just execrable. I would appreciate a hand dealing with it. It is--presumably--a painting. -S. B.

[misskarin_ebz]

A bat returns.

A dangerous painting? I can certainly lend a hand or two, though paintings are not my art form as you well know. Your place or Boadicea's?

~ Karin

[sapho1byron]

My place.

[ooc: Sapho got the painting from Lethifer, so I need to find out from his player what it actually is]

[oscarleto]

In an angled, elegant hand across fine white letterhead with the coat of arms of Attford-Fenwick, comes a hand-delivered message:

Felicitations Lady Adelsward~

I was just speaking of you the other day, and we should take some time to reconnect and discuss our favourite charity. Related to that, I was considering an event with an artistic flair. Clearly, the Nightengale of the North would be a fantastic add to something so themed. I did wonder if you would have interest in being a part of a collaborative artistic endeavor that would culminate in a lavish event later this year. I should like to engage the artists early to ensure that there is plenty of time. Please do me the favour of making your interest known by the end of this week.

Kind regards,

S. Attford-Fenwick

[misskarin_ebz]

Dear Mrs. Attford-Fenwick,

I would be more than pleased to discuss both our favourite charity and this lavish artistic event, that I am of course eager to be part of, over tea perhaps?

There's a few suggestions of when a meeting could take place as well as the customary words of polite well wishing between friends before the letter ends with;

Yrs,

Karin Adelswärd

[oscarleto]

Excellent, tea of course. This date will work wonderfully for me.

~S. Attford-Fenwick

A date is chosen.

[2maidenlane.livejournal.com]

It's been a few days since the incident. For the first few days, correspondence went rather by the wayside, resulting in missed appointments and general mayhem; by now, however, personal correspondence and regular appointments have been comfortably delegated to Winch to handle, in Becquerel's absence.

The handwriting is fine and regal and widely spaced, and reads as follows:



23 April 1893

The Baroness Adelswärd

Old Paradise Row 7 [...]




Dear Lady Adelswärd,

It has come to my attention that your regular appointment

with Monsieur Curie to engage in piano-lessons would more

normally take place this afternoon. As Monsieur Curie's

proxy I must send his regrets. He will be unable to attend

his lessons for a fortnight at least.



As you are a personal friend of Monsieur Curie's, it

behooves me to inform you in the same breath that

Monsieur Curie is in no physical condition to participate

owing to a recent injury. Should you wish to visit him in

his recovery, he is under the care of a physician at

the Merkel Estate, where the doctor is more consistently

able to look after him. I am available to you to make

arrangements for a visit with Ms Clement should you so

desire.



Yours sincerely,

A. A. Winch

2 Maiden Lane [...]

[misskarin_ebz]

"Injured? And now staying at Olive's? What on earth could have happened?" she asks the letter who of course have no such answers for her.

Dear Mr. Winch,

Thank you for informing me of the situation. I would indeed want to visit him during his recovery if Monsieur Curie himself would be amenable to it and even though I count Miss Clement as a personal friend perhaps it is best if I leave the arrangements in your capable hands.

I would greatly appreciate it if you could inform me if there is anything in particular I could do to make these troubled times easier for Monsieur Curie or his household.

Kind regards,

Karin Adelswärd

[roderigo.livejournal.com]

A crumpled letter filled with messy writing is shoved into Karin's mailbox.

Baroness,
Those tiny hats some women wear. They are okay.
Rodrigo