Date:	2008-04-05 22:59
Subject:	Update on the Situation
Security:	Public
Mood:	lethargic

Mary has been installed in the Orkney Cottage for the time being. Gaheris has given up his bed, owing as at the moment he has no one to share it with, and she sleeps a lot. It's been taking her a little while to get her strength back, so she really hasn't bothered to get out of bed for a considerable time.

Because Ragnelle really does not know a thing about Victorian fashion and therefore does not realise that it's creepy and wrong, and Mary herself hasn't found any hairpins in the immediate vicinity of the bed, her hair is still dressed in two long chestnut braids. She has, however, been helped into one of Ragnelle's old light cotton nightgowns. Ragnelle is certainly not having with corseted patients.

She worries a great deal. She worries about Pyetr, and Sasha, and about what will happen. She worries about Babi, of all things, Babi who of all creatures can take care of himself. She worries about being tiresome and being in the way, and she worries about getting well quickly. She worries about Kavi. She worries about herself, even.

For which reason Ragnelle has also taken to giving her a concoction of herbs to clear out her head a little, a sort of pain medication for worries. It is making Mary a good deal less apologetic and fretful, which is probably for the best.

This one was most fun to do and also the last. Room plans!

Date:	2007-12-27 00:05
Subject:	A few Christmas tokens.
Security:	Public
Mood:	wistful

Mary doesn't have particularly many people to give gifts to--she never has--but there are, at least, three small packages to be delivered this (late) Boxing Day:

a fine pair of gloves for Mr. Kochevikov;

a blank book with creamy white pages and a pen in a case for Mr. Misurov;

and cookies and a scarf for Icarus.

There are also a smart hat and a tiepin for her husband, but she is not at all certain she will ever see him again.

Date:	2007-09-30 01:44
Subject:	Attn: Babi's People
Security:	Public
Mood:	busy

Babi has been sort of attached to Mary for quite some time now, or at least that is her understanding, since he keeps plaguing her for his supper and all his other meals, including libations. From what she remembers of being made small, however, he belongs to Mr. Misurov primarily and also to Mr. Kochevikov, and she's anxious to make sure they aren't worried about him and that they know his whereabouts. For which reason she is looking for either of the aforementioned, with a sleepy, well-fed Babi curled around her shoulders.

Date:	2007-08-19 00:00
Subject:	Open Post of Cleanliness
Security:	Public
Mood:	tired

Mary is exhausted. The week has been spent in America, of all places, climbing mountains, of all things, and without Peredur having lent her sensible clothes she fancies she would probably have killed herself by now tripping on her dresses--at any rate, she's climbed mountains.

And now she's home, insofar as this place is home, in its strangeness and tangledlyness. She isn't busy, she's back to nothing to do but reading and walking and thinking, and that isn't good--she doesn't want time to think, because she doesn't like the way she isn't incapacitated by guilt and horror at herself. True, she wouldn't have any use for being incapacitated, but still, still, there ought to be more trouble in her mind, and because of that there's trouble in her mind.

Obviously keeping very busy is the solution, obviously--so she is cleaning.

She has a basket of rags and polishes, and is going from room to room, rubbing down the glass and mirrors, the wood that gets lighter the longer it goes without care, the occasional piece of leather furniture that will get spots if it isn't loved on by someone with a solution for it. She has her hair handkerchiefed back, as it was the previous week, tied up out of her face; and her apron over her blue, blue dress; and dust on her hands and arms, her sleeves rolled up to the elbow, sweat on her forehead, hair coming loose from the kerchief, and a cloth in her hand with which she is earnestly rubbing a dark cherrywood table.

With any luck (with surety) when she goes to bed to-night she'll fall asleep right away.

Date:	2007-08-01 23:18
Subject:	the sign of the crackplot
Security:	Public
Mood:	shocked

She's almost surprised that she gets halfway to her room before her knees start to feel too funny and she sits down on a couch to steady herself. Once her feet aren't holding everything up it all comes down, and she puts her face in her hands and cries very softly. Her hair still isn't pinned.

Date:	2007-06-11 23:18
Subject:	Attn: Dr. Watson. Re: Adopted Kidlet.
Security:	Public
Mood:	hopeful

Mary is sitting quietly inside her rooms, putting up her hair. She has serious business to discuss with her husband, and such business might be aided by the presence of the person about whom it is.

So Watson can meet Icarus!

Date:	2007-06-01 21:40
Subject:	Anti-OTP: Mary/Polonius
Security:	Public
Mood:	busy

Mary is dusting the Mansion, her long chestnut hair bound up in a scarf, and an apron over her long dress. She does this periodically, when she gets tired of reading and walking.

Date:	2007-05-29 13:41
Subject:	Open Post!
Security:	Public
Mood:	happy

Mary is going through the Mansion looking for the plothole, because she needs warm clothes for a boy of twelve and certainly doesn't have those herself.

She's still flushed and happy, having just had the time of her life, and soaking wet and her pink dress is covered with mud and smears of green algae; and she has lake weed in her hair, which is still down (when it's unpinned and -bound, it comes halfway down her back, though few people have ever seen it so), and, in general, she looks an awful and utter mess. A smiling awful and utter mess, humming to herself as she makes her way down to the main room.

Date:	2006-12-02 02:45
Subject:	anti-otp - Mary/Clarion
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

Sometimes, the absolutely only thing a person can do is to sew, quietly. This is particularly true if she would like to dance, or sing, or shine, and is unable.

Date:	2006-06-01 22:48
Subject:	Mary-Watson-Alice
Security:	Public
Mood:	concerned

Mary, here, Mary's got a Wazzer-Alice forcibly kept in bed with gentle admonishments, and right now, because Walice is asleep, she calls softly to her husband.

"James--oh, James, do come and look at her now. The poor child."

Date:	2006-03-05 14:15
Subject:	First Post.
Security:	Public
Mood:	enthralled
Music:	Mozart.

How curious this all is!