As refreshing as it was to still have magic in their lives, Rufina could not rightly consider the Mulciber's sojourn at the Sanditon a relaxing vacation. Even if there was not a great deal of uncertainty behind every conversation, there was still the knowledge in the back of the socialite's mind that she had—indirectly, of course—killed a woman. That morning, though, had seen them blessed by good weather, and Rufina and Flora had even taken in the bathing machines, leaving the witch decidedly more relaxed when she descended upon the dining room for lunch.

Flora would be dining in the children's tearoom and Merriweather had not yet arrived, leaving only empty seats and the day's Prophet for occupation as she waited to be served. This, it seemed, would prove positive, for Rufina was quite certain that if she had been eating anything when she saw the headline, she would have choked upon it.

Body discovered in fog.

Immediately, she flashed back to the moment when she had realized the bump in their way had not been a log or a sack but a human corpse. Wide-eyed and stunned, she stared at the page, having not even reached the name of the deceased. Her heartbeat became a deafening drumming in her ears, a chant: You're caught. You're caught. You're caught. You're caught.

Open to up to 4 potential companions, MC+, full human, 5+ rep — Sanditon does not like to offend with their seatings