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On Ladybones Road is a bookshop, but a bookshop with its name long scratched out. The owner? A small weepy man. The poor man lost his soul, and with it he took the name from his shop. Still can make a good cup of tea though...if it wasn't so salty. Tears really aren't a good flavouring for tea.
Rooms above a Bookshop: rooms on three levels above a winding, dusty stair. The owner is melancholy and given to buttonholing you at the door and weeping into your hat. But he does have some interesting customers.
His tenant on the top floor is an L.S. Cassius. An efficacious and potent detective of rather slight stature. On the third story they have set-up an office. A rather bare office at this time. The waiting area is completely barren, save for a round coffee table, a cheery stone aspidistra, and a few cases of sparkling Surface wine & perry. On the table, encircled with fluted wine glasses, is a tiered tea tray covered in various little tartlets--pear, apple, cherry, and lemon. Several boxes with further tartlets in them sit in a corner.
Then through the 2nd door one may find a small stove with kettle, three filing cabinets, three decent chairs, and a desk that is large, sturdy, respectable, and just maybe; nicely weight-baring. (I'm picturing something in a heavy dark wood, with engraving of flowers on its legs, maybe with the centres painted a cheery yellow)
It is atop this desk that Cassius sits (or roosts), waiting to see if any of their associates-and friends, and compatriots-choose to investigate the enigmatic clue that has been left. Some may catch its meaning more than others, and some still already know that Cassius has been setting this up. They have worn a new respectable Morning Suit, in a pale, but vibrant sky blue. Even exchanging their usual square-ended ascot for a more common-but blue-cravat.
Early that morning they had gone about delivering their business card with the office address on it, but without any other details. They have even hired a woman with a contraption (they know what a typewriter is, but do not own one of their own) to stamp "#27c Ladybones Road" onto the front to add a neatness and further mystery to what they are calling a 'clue'. They have stuck these 'clues' in mailboxes, under doors, and even sent several by messenger bat. It is up to the recipient as to what the card means.
Cassius folds their arms, crosses their legs, and smirks.
( an office at three levels above a winding, dusty stair )
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[I will make a proper office post at a later date, but I think it would be best to have others help decorate make in-character suggestions, find a piano for it, etc. Behold the contrast of fancy ceremony with an almost empty office.]
Rooms above a Bookshop: rooms on three levels above a winding, dusty stair. The owner is melancholy and given to buttonholing you at the door and weeping into your hat. But he does have some interesting customers.
His tenant on the top floor is an L.S. Cassius. An efficacious and potent detective of rather slight stature. On the third story they have set-up an office. A rather bare office at this time. The waiting area is completely barren, save for a round coffee table, a cheery stone aspidistra, and a few cases of sparkling Surface wine & perry. On the table, encircled with fluted wine glasses, is a tiered tea tray covered in various little tartlets--pear, apple, cherry, and lemon. Several boxes with further tartlets in them sit in a corner.
Then through the 2nd door one may find a small stove with kettle, three filing cabinets, three decent chairs, and a desk that is large, sturdy, respectable, and just maybe; nicely weight-baring. (I'm picturing something in a heavy dark wood, with engraving of flowers on its legs, maybe with the centres painted a cheery yellow)
It is atop this desk that Cassius sits (or roosts), waiting to see if any of their associates-and friends, and compatriots-choose to investigate the enigmatic clue that has been left. Some may catch its meaning more than others, and some still already know that Cassius has been setting this up. They have worn a new respectable Morning Suit, in a pale, but vibrant sky blue. Even exchanging their usual square-ended ascot for a more common-but blue-cravat.
Early that morning they had gone about delivering their business card with the office address on it, but without any other details. They have even hired a woman with a contraption (they know what a typewriter is, but do not own one of their own) to stamp "#27c Ladybones Road" onto the front to add a neatness and further mystery to what they are calling a 'clue'. They have stuck these 'clues' in mailboxes, under doors, and even sent several by messenger bat. It is up to the recipient as to what the card means.
Cassius folds their arms, crosses their legs, and smirks.
( an office at three levels above a winding, dusty stair )
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[I will make a proper office post at a later date, but I think it would be best to have others help decorate make in-character suggestions, find a piano for it, etc. Behold the contrast of fancy ceremony with an almost empty office.]
