DAY CHANGE: November 3nd, 1888

[aungier_mods]

The heavens opened before the sun even rose on that Tuesday morning, releasing their heaviness in thick, chilly sheets of rain that bear down on the estate until late morning, when the downpour gives out to a moody sputter instead. Looking out from the house's top floors, the moors are cloaked in a soupy smog that reduces the view to a blur of purple-green- assuming, of course, that the thick, ever-replenishing condensation fogging up the glass has been wiped away at all.

Everything feels damp and clammy. Attempts to warm the house in response to the early rainfall have left it feeling unpleasantly humid instead: collars stick to throats and the lightest chemises feel heavy to wear. Even the automatons seem to be struggling in such conditions; no one is surprised to find one of them staggering convulsively around the ground floor around midday, but it is enough to provoke Lady Valdemar into a frightful temper, demanding that anyone with the slightest training repair them this very instant. Lord Valdemar, whose drawn, martyred face almost seems to invite scorn, is quick to palm off responsibility and does his part simply by leaving a note in the vestibule.

The day draws on and, as the evening sets in and the temperature drops, fires refuse to light with the first couple of tries and the rooms remain stubbornly cold. It is perhaps no wonder that both Lord and Lady take to their rooms early, claiming weariness- but then, curiously, just about everyone in the house has felt the same exhaustion creeping into their own bones throughout the day, old or young. No matter how close and how cold the house, all but the most determined will be driven to their bed and into a deep, all-consuming sleep.

November 3rd 1888

[valdemars]

Date: November 3rd, 1888
Time: 10am and 1:00pm – 4:00pm
Location: The Great Hall and the Ground Floor Classroom
Characters: One of the automata (valdemars) and YOU/students and people with know-how [OPEN/CLOSED]

Summary: One of the manor’s automata is acting curiously and, upon its discovery, Lady Valdemar demands its immediate repair.
Warnings: None.

( The Great Hall )

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( The Ground Floor Classroom )

November 3, 1888: Morning Rounds

[professorwolf]

Date: November 3
Time: Early morning to breakfast time
Location: All over the estate
Characters: Randolph Lyall (professorwolf) [OPEN]

Every morning started out the same, generally, in a country manor house, unless there had been some major to-do the night before. There were servants to wake, meals to be begun, lists to write up for approval of the housekeeper and the Lady of the houose, and curtains to open to the dawn light, even if a student or guest happened to have fallen asleep in the room in question. It had happened before, particularly in the library, and often resulted in a rather rude awakening.

Lyall actually found those moments highly amusing, particularly in the case of the students asleep at their books or gadgets, though he'd never let on.

He was among those up earliest, mostly because he needed to make sure everything began smoothly, but in part because he did like seeing the house come alive. This morning was a bit harder to drag himself from bed than usual, and he blamed the humidity, which was already rising by dawn. He dressed and headed out on the morning routine to wake the parts of the house that the masters rarely if ever saw, and to get a start on the day.

Run into him in any part of the house with a problem, a question, a complaint at being woken by drawn curtains, or even just a good morning... if you're up that early.