whitechapelmod | TEST DRIVE

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OPTION A

With the cooling weather came the changing of the leaves, the lighting of candles and the advertisements in all the shops and bulletin boards for the Annual Whitechapel Road Fall Festival. Overnight your quaint little neighborhood has been transformed from a typical Victorian-esque scene to well, a typical fall festival scene. Strings of lights have been wound between the lamps, scarecrows have been put up in shop windows that hold signs with arrows on them, directing you down the main street toward the park.

In the park, you'll find a small carnival. No big gaudy rides, of course, but booths set up by local businesses where they sell items from their shops. Games like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the scarecrow have been scattered in the places between the face painting booths and cotton candy vendors. There's also booth offering food and drink-- and doesn't that cider just smell wonderful? Of course, they have hot chocolate too, if cider's not your thing.

Mingle and enjoy your night! But be careful-- you might just end up in the dunking tank..

OPTION B

You wake late in the morning to a strange chill in the air. The weather, sure, but also something else, something wrong in the energy. Maybe you've never been much of a person who believes in that sort of stuff-- energy, vibes, whatever-- so you brush it off and go about your day. It's not until you're out and about that you really start to notice something. The streets are mostly empty, the shops closed down. A cold wind blows through and makes you shiver as you turn down the street toward the Town Board. The papers flutter in the wind, but it doesn't matter, you're not reading them, you're reading the message written in red over all of them.

YOU WILL ALL BE PUNISHED.

Is that blood it's written in, or paint? It's hard to tell, but the color seeps into the fliers and advertisements-- "puppies, free to a good home" or "half off on all clothing TODAY ONLY"-- staining them, ruining them. You know without even turning and walking the extra block that something very bad has happened. Yellow tape surrounds the board, you just notice, and blocks the entrance to a nearby alleyway. An officer stands guard, but he looks pale and shaken. This isn't the first. Just last week, someone was killed too. The boy who delivered the milk. Eddie. Throat slashed and a message written in blood on the wall above him, similar to this one.

An ambulance arrives but you stay where you are, watching as more officers emerge from the alley, carrying something on a stretcher. Someone, you realize, because what else do they carry on stretchers? A shock of red, curly hair pokes out from the top and you think of the girl who runs the register in the bakery, a waitress from the cafe you tried last week, your sister back home who will (hopefully) never end up here. Could this really happen here? Some maniac killing people because they think you need to be punished? It's wrong, it's confusing, and it's terrifying, isn't it?

Make a top-level comment below, with whichever option you'd like in the subject, and maybe a little starter. Please also feel free to disregard the options and choose your own adventure! Below are links to the setting and premise, so feel free to use those as reference in guiding your post. Tag around and have fun!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He's trying to make a point, not bait her.

"No? Well it's probably a good thing that gentlewomen don't really exist anymore. Some do, but.. values have changed for many women."

"So I have gathered," she replied, her tone laced with judgement. While in her heart she knew she was a proponent for such evolutions in culture, especially when it came to the role of women, she had been raised in a certain way and often had to fight immediate disgust towards the way things had changed. More often than not, she found herself walking a fine line of being offended and enchanted by the more modern women she had encountered in the town.

"And you..." her tone softened though, less offended and more curious, because she really did wonder. "You intend to marry such a woman? I know it must be a rather impertinent question, but... You find a lack of femininity to be attractive in a woman?"

Honestly Castle loved shocking her, as the smirk on his face must make obvious. She looked so scandalized.

"She's still feminine, even while doing what might be considered a masculine job. She's very attractive, incredibly beautiful."

He pointed across the yard to where Kate stood close to the crime scene. All that could be seen of her was the back of her glorious hair, but Castle felt that was enough to make his point.

Charlotte's eyes followed his to look at the woman he was pointing too. Her hair was, at first, the only thing Charlotte could see, but the woman turned around before long. She certainly was beautiful and not exactly what Charlotte expected, and the cop shot Charlotte a look that she didn't understand before turning away again.

"Her beauty is hardly a reflection of her manners," Charlotte responded rudely, turning her attention back to the man that stood in front of her.

Kate was definitely giving him a WTF look and he knew an explanation would be in order later.

"Why don't you meet her and find out about her manners for yourself?"

"Perhaps I will," Charlotte replied, simply because she wanted to be contrary and not because she particularly wanted to. "I don't suspect you are a gentleman yourself, but if you have inclination towards such, you should introduce us."

She said that in such a snippy way that he could tell she was just trying to be a pain in the butt. Charlotte and Kate would get along, if only because they both pretended to find him annoying.

"I'm probably not a gentleman as you would define the word, but I'd be happy to introduce you two when you're ready."

"Good," Charlotte said, realizing that his agreement had stalled any more rudeness she could come up with. So instead she looked around awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot before she addressed him again.

"Well. I suppose I should be on my way."

"I suppose you should. It was lovely to meet you anyway, Ms. Ellison."

He meant that. This whole conversation had been amusing, but there was more than that. She seemed like the type of person he would enjoy spending time with as soon as she got over herself a bit.

She nodded curtly and turned around, walking away from the scene. Thought Charlotte would never admit it, her interest was piqued and she did not doubt she would end up speaking to him again, and actually found herself hoping she would be introduced to his fiancee. Things were certainly different around here and even Charlotte had to understand, eventually, that it would change her outlook on everything.

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