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Victorians could hire 'professional mourners' to attend their loved one's funeral. These people would partake in the procession and were not allowed to speak, just look awfully sad! — Rune

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


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April 7th, 1888 — Hospital Fundraiser @ the Mulcibers' Garden

She had almost not come today, had almost sent her lady's maid in her stead. Her stomach had been in knots all week, and Evelyn Abercrombie could only assume it had been the spectre of the auction hanging above her that had caused it, for all that Mrs. Mulciber, both the planner and the hostess, had taken on even more of the preparation than usual. She had, however, been resolved: she would get through this afternoon, and then take it easy for the remainder of the month, focusing upon her Roses instead of her social calendar. A promise to herself. A bribe.

But as she stood observing an antique harpsichord—self-playing, of course, though a bit out of tune—up for auction, the socialite wondered if she hadn't made entirely the wrong decision. A bit of rouge had placed some colour in her cheeks (not that she would admit to it!), but still Evelyn worried that passers-by would guess that she was not at her best. Mother had always insisted that to appear to be at one's best was imperative, even if it was not so.

"The harpsichord?" she asked of the gentleman who had asked if she would be placing a ticket in the box for the item before them. "I don't believe it suits the decor of our music room, though it is quite lovely—by all means, you should put a ticket of your own in! My absence can only hope to improve your odds."

She smiled cordially as she spoke, though it was rather forced.

Then she retched all over the front of his trousers.

Open first to a male at the hospital fundraiser, and then potentially one-two observers.

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Agrimony really wasn't quite sure why he'd decided to go to the Hospital Fundraiser. It really wasn't his type of scene considering the risk of running into his mother. But he had had some downtime as his latest antidote trial needed to simmer for an extended period of time and he was going quite stir crazy holed up in his flat in London. So, he'd decided to go and see what it was all about. After all, his cousin was a part of the committee.

Speaking of his cousin, he saw her standing in front of some musical instrument. He wasn't really sure what it was as he'd never paid much attention to the arts. He had just asked Evelyn whether she was putting in for it and offered a small smile as she suggested him putting his own ticket into it. He had been about to respond but was quickly cut off by the sound of retching and then felt warmth and wetness splatter against his trousers.

He cleared his throat then and tried to smile at her though couldn't help the grimace that spread on his features instead. "Here," he said simply and offered a handkerchief he had in his pocket, hopefully having not been soaked by the bodily fluids staining his pants, "Can I get you something else?"
Calliope had been hunting down the harpsichord, wondering whether she might add it to her musical collection at home. She was still a fair distance away, but the moment after she'd finally caught sight of it, something else caught her eye.

Namely, Mrs. Abercrombie regurgitating whatever she had eaten so far today up onto a young man's trousers. Both the sight and sound of it made one almost want to retch, themselves, but Calliope's jaw only dropped in total shock; by the time she had lifted a hand to cover her mouth, the action mostly only served to disguise an expression that was almost more delighted than disgusted.

(She didn't mind Mrs. Abercrombie at all, as women in her circles went. But this was too good not to be gleeful about. Oh, if the late Mrs. Pendergast, lecturing all those young Roses in social etiquette, could see her perfect daughter retching in public.) Thankfully, the Mr. Macnair over there would have to deal with the matter at hand himself; Calliope was just far away enough to avoid doing so, she thought. Besides it would be more of a kindness, perhaps, to pretend she hadn't seen anything at all, rather than alerting the whole fundraiser to the unfortunate upheaval - that said, she immediately scanned the faces around her to see if anyone else had caught the sight too.

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Bless you, Agrimony Macnair, Evelyn thought, mortified and teary-eyed, as she looked gratefully at her cousin. Even among family, it was the rare individual who could handle something so discussing with such grace and compassion and though the socialite wished very much that she could just disappear (she could, she supposed, have apparated away), the young man was, at present, her favourite person.

“T-thank you,” she murmured awkwardly, taking the proffered handkerchief to tidy up her mouth-region. Her gaze, though, was decidedly upon his soiled trousers. “I’m fine.”

His attire was another matter altogether.

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Perhaps it was years of working with potions but Agrimony could hardly smell anything unless it was directly under his nose. It was perhaps what made it easy for him not to spill his own stomach's contents as a form of retaliation to the smell. The worst part was the feel of it soaking through his trousers. But now that he was certain she was okay, he moved to pull his wand from his pocket. Thankfully it was on the side where there wasn't as much of the bodily fluids splattered.

He quietly mumbled a spell to clean the mess away though it wasn't able to actually dry his pants in a sufficient manner to where he wouldn't feel it. He supposed that would be of little consequence though. At least he wouldn't have to walk around with vomit on his trousers.

"Would you care for a refreshment?" he asked then, forcing a smile into place to try and save whatever graces he possibly could for her.

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