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#1
Do you know what is 'fun'?

Mingling with the bloated reeking, shrieking masses of humanity; even those of her ‘own’ class (-what pitiful few aspired to such heights) were for the most part ridiculous characters of better men, of women long gone who held more spark of gentility and nobility in their few shadow than any here could hope to dream of.

But the days of myth and legend were all but dead, science now carved its filthy mark into the very spirit world that bound everything living and dead - not that anyone seemed to care.

Grand Duchess Xenia Alexandrovna looked neither left nor right, trusting her cadre of staff, both personal and provided by the ship to keep the riff raff from bothering her - of course the delicate points of her ears, and cat slitted eyes proudly displayed, unhidden by glamour or hairdressing drew stares. It wasn’t every day Fey walked openly among Men, and less so clearly one of the High Court.

Which High Court - Dark, or Light, that was left up to the personal assumptions of each watcher.

Her two charges (ostensibly her niece and nephew)flanked her obediently; as well they should for the amount of compulsions she’d placed on them - all she was required to do was bring the pair over the Great Sea and deliver them into the hands of those who had arranged her intervention - of course the implied preference was in one piece which was why they were bound by the simple yet effective spells of Simple Manners

-Do not speak lest you have something nice to say.
-Dress and maintain your appearance in the manner dictated by polite society.
-Eat and drink moderately and never to excess.

Simple little rules that together bound the pair into a nicely behaving set of baggage.

Just 5 more days and she would be rid of them.
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Rippers-Main Universe

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#2
The ship was far, far too crowded. Worse than that, everyone was feeling something about it. Some were nervous, some where excited, some were just tired and annoyed and ready to get settled in so the journey could get underway. Even the staff were frazzled from the demands being made by the first class passengers. Clara's head spun with it all, which wasn't helping the fact that she had never done this before and not had any formal training.

She should have had training. Everyone working on the ship did. That is, everyone who had legitimately been hired on to the job. Girls who had tricked another girl and stolen their place aboard, however, had to fend for themselves. Clara had been a ladies' maid since she was old enough to do the job, but the ship was wholly unfamiliar and she was desperately afraid she would misstep before they left port and be shown right off the ship.

She had to get to New York. More importantly, she had to get away from London before the wrong people came looking for her. This was absolutely, positively her last chance, and though she felt guilt that the girl would likely get in trouble for it, she knew her life depended on it. This was her only chance at a grand escape, and she wasn't going to let it pass her by.

Even if she was tempted to push the High Court Lady and her snotty charges overboard. You didn't have to be an empath to see the distaste written all over the lady's face as she looked around the ship, and Clara had the sinking feeling she was the type who couldn't be made happy no matter what you did. She was bound to get herself in trouble with this one.

So she did her best to escape notice, falling into step behind the nobles' entourage and thinking invisible thoughts while she attempted not to be tripped up by the impossibly heavy valise she had been tasked with carrying.

Just a little farther now and she could set it down and escape.
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#3
-Do not speak lest you have something nice to say.

Winter had been rendered all but mute by the rule pressed upon her. She wanted to speak, to complain, to growl at the sheer number of people that were boarding the ship with them, people who would doubtlessly continue to grate on her nerves the entire trip, but she was unable to do anything but stand behind her mistress quietly, a bland, passive expression on her face. Keeping her head up allowed her to watch the people around her, eyes sharp and wary as she watched the staff hustle about them, preparing for their journey, wherever it was they were going.

Underneath it all, however, Winter was seething. She didn’t enjoy the rules she was being forced to obey, she didn’t want to go anywhere. All Winter wanted was to be free. But freedom remained out of her reach, far enough away now that she didn’t know what it was, not really. It wasn’t as though she’d ever actually experienced it, but that didn’t keep her from yearning for it. She felt the call for it in every cell of her being, a desire she couldn’t describe and from which there was no relief.

Bound as she was to her new mistress, however, there was no chance for Winter to escape. She was trapped, a hummingbird kept in a too-small cage; able to move but with nowhere to go.

Pausing to look behind her, already missing the solid ground, Winter’s eyes fell on the girl carrying some luggage. She could smell it on her, the anxiety. The frigid anger fell away, just a little, when she spied the source of so much worry, and Winter silently bowed her head toward the girl. It was a tiny nod, but it was genuine, the empathy and comfort it was meant to convey. She might be angry, but that didn’t mean she felt no kinship with those who were also suffering, even in a different way.

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#4
Rauri was practically bouncing along the gang plank. Oh she loved having her bird to herself, but she had so much fun with all of the passengers too. She was pretty pleased, dressed in her grubbies with her furious red hair in something resembling a plait. She would have just happily watched and tinkered with the contents of her pockets but one of the poor employees was near falling over with the weight of the luggage she'd been tasked with.

So the bubbly redhead grabbed the mooring rope and swung down it to help, tucking away her tinker bits, not even bothering to wipe her hands clean before she came up on the other side of the valise. Logically Rauri knew that any passenger who had a bag this heavy had to be capital R rich, and would probably be ticked off to find the perfectly hand shaped smudges on their pretty leather, but that was a problem for Captain Breen. Rauri simply didn't care enough.

The mad woman did shiver slightly when she passed by the two youngsters on the way. A delicious feeling of magic passing over her skin- Rauri would have to pay attention to those three. Her side job was important after all.

Did it count as a side job? She had been a ripper before she had become a captain. Was being a captain her side job? If being a captain was her side job, what did being a worker bee count as? Her hobby? She'd have to ask Kevin later in the night. Once he had been fed, he rarely screeched at her, and sometimes gave excellent advice. Even though he's even more batty than Rauri herself!

Remembering what she was doing, she got a good grip on the valise before hoisting it with a grin. "Oi'm Rauri. 'tis a pleasure ter meet yer." She offered, giving a nod instead of trying to free a hand to shake. "Don't worry aboyt strugglin' wi' de luggage, but yer ought ter git yisser uniform fixed. Al' yer frontline folks are supposed ter 'av it perfectly tailored for boardin' day, ain't yer?" She questioned happily, already knowing the answer, and having trusted her second to check and make sure the ladies-in-waiting and man-servants and gender-non-conforming-people-of-burden were all ready for take off.

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#5
Angry. Someone was very, very angry. Clara's eyes scanned the little group as they walked, finally settling on the girl with the cornsilk colored hair. Hers wasn't the cold fury of the boss lady, but...well, she was definitely mad about something. And then she turned her head just enough to meet Clara's gaze and gave a little nod.

Something wasn't right about this. She could feel it in her bones. Not that she could do anything about it. When one of the fae was involved you kept your head down and got the hell away as quickly as possible. The young woman slowed a few steps to put herself near the back of the group, hoping to avoid further notice.

Which was, of course, when someone tried to snatch the valise she was holding. Those wide blue eyes focused on the grubby person with the crazy hair who had mistaken her for...what, some sort of noble? Did she look like one? She was dressed in the simple grey dress of the ship's crew, and apparently even this ragamuffin had noticed it hadn't been fitted properly.

"Give it back!" She hissed, giving the valise a good yank in an attempt to free it from the other girl's clutches. "You're going to get me sacked!"
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#6
Ugh.

The humans simply could not manage to run anything with a modicum of order could they?

Green and bronze kissed eyes did not glance around at the subdued commotion behind her- that however did not mean she missed it. After all it was holding up her entire entourage of porters and maids.

Enough was enough “Winter darling, be a dear and take care of seeing our things to the room, than I think you should rest before dinner.” Orders given She glided off to see what if any civilized company could be found on this flying disaster waiting to happen.

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#7
Of course Winter was angry. She was bound to her mistress’ rules, which were more than just confining, they were a prison. Unless she had something pleasant to say, she couldn’t speak. She wasn’t allowed to express herself, she wasn’t allowed to disobey. She’d had stern masters before, but nothing like this, nothing where she couldn’t ever relax, where she wasn’t allowed to curl up and be...herself.

The order to get the luggage to the room gave her at least a little bit of leeway. “Of course. Thank you.” The words slipped between her teeth with ease due to their pleasantness, and oddly enough, the gratitude was sincere; the order meant that Winter could move of her own volition, that she could make a least a few of her own decisions. She waited for Briar Rose to move away before approaching the two girls that had caused the scene.

She might be angry, but Winter didn’t blame the girls dealing with the valise for slowing them down. If anything else, she was grateful for the distraction and the chance to get away from her mistress for a short time. She smiled almost shyly to Clara, “You won’t be sacked. I’ll do what I can to see that the mistress understands this wasn’t your fault.” Was it kind? It was, but Winter was an angry person, not a cruel one. Seeing the hand shaped smudge on the luggage, Winter winced and then reached to tear a piece of her petticoat away, using it as a rag to wipe away the grime, “Let’s get this cleaned up first. She’d be angry to see it.”

There was no scolding, no harshness in her treatment. To Winter, Clara and Rauri were the same as her; servants that were simply trying to survive this trip. “Come. I’ll walk with you.” Her eyes travelled up the line of servants heading toward their room, “There’s no rush to get there, though.” Once they arrived, Winter would have to...rest. Which meant she would once again be trapped by her orders.

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