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Professor Randolph Lyall ([personal profile] professorwolf) wrote in [community profile] aungier2013-07-10 03:57 pm

November 3, 1888: Morning Rounds

Date: November 3
Time: Early morning to breakfast time
Location: All over the estate
Characters: Randolph Lyall ([personal profile] 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.
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[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2013-07-20 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The noise and light all at once disturbed L's sleep in a way that Lyall's presence hadn't, and his eyes snapped open. He pressed the lids together once to clear them, looking briefly dazed, but after that, he focused on the house's most trusted servant.

"Is it morning already." It wasn't a question. He stretched his bare foot in the direction of the floor, where a pair of dark blue velvet slippers waited; they matched the dressing gown and were the first thing he'd kicked off when he'd slipped into the chair the night before.

"How are things below stairs? The new staff are settling in well?" The implication, whether or not there was someone they needed to watch, would be clear. Troublesome staff meant that the house couldn't run smoothly, and each of the men had a personal interest in ensuring that the house ran well--L relied on Lyall for it.

[Really tremendously inexcusably late. Sorry about that!]