Headed out

May 12, 1889
4:15 PM

JP with Lasersexpanther, mdman and Cindy

With the nanny hired, Elizabeth had gone to her room to take care of a few things. She was running low on time so to be quick, only used her magic to change her hair color from the magnificent red to a more subtle shade of brunette.

Then the Eldren called in her personal servant Zora, who helped her with her costume. The clothing was some of her father's old clothes, from when he was younger. They were, of course, to big on her.

Using her resizing spell, Elizabeth manged to fix the articles enough so they weren't falling off her and she wasn't tripping over them. Still, the clothing looked nothing close to tailor made. This was on purpose.

With her hair pinned up under a hat, and chest hidden under the shirt and jacket, Elizabeth looked more like a boy who had gotten charity clothing than the Lady she actually was.

Looking at herself once more in her full length mirror, it was actually a good job for someone who had never had to disguise themselves before.

Elizabeth thanked Zora and headed downstairs, she arrived at the front hallway just a hair before the scheduled time of 4:15 PM.

Cronk picked up the dock worker outfit that Camille placed in his room for the mission. The shirt was a white long-sleeved shirt with a drawstring to enclose Cronk’s massive chest. The trousers were a brown canvas with buttons for the suspenders provided. The suspenders barely fit. The pants came halfway up Cronk’s calves where they were so tight, the circulation to his feet were nearly cut off. Cronk took a pair of scissors and cut the hem of the trousers to loosen them about his calves.

Peering into a mirror in the bathroom, Cronk had to admit he appeared to be a dockworker. Hopefully, this would be enough. One last touch was a flat hat. This one was a dingy khaki color, well worn.

Cronk squatted, flexed his arms, and stretched. The clothes were slightly tight, showing off every muscle. No one would dare to challenge a dock worker this size, would they. Unless it were one of the evil doctor’s monstrosities.

Cronk walked out of his room and down the hallway. He was glad to be working again. The off day, though having it’s own challenges, like finding out it would be inappropriate to court Pretty Flower, bored Cronk. He enjoyed having something to do. When he approached the Lady Elizabeth, he bowed to her, his tight pants becoming pinched between his cheeks.

“Lady Boss!” he honored her with as he tugged at his pants to pull them from the uncomfortable positioning.

Sasha was outside but she heard Cronk greeting Lady Elizabeth, but she was focused on packing her pneumatic rifle. It'd been a while before she had used it, and because the crazy neighbor she'd not been able to test fire it but she'd made the rifle and knew it well. She finished packing the crate and made it ready for Cronk to carry to the location. The box contained a slightly disassembled pneumatic rifle and a five slug magazine along with six 15cm full metal rounds. The crate was fairly light, Sasha could carry it on her own, but someone who looked like her would stand out carrying something like that.

Sasha entered the foyer "Lady Elizabeth. I am ready. Would you like me to move on ahead and you both catch up?"

Harold came to the front hall, bowed, and handed Elizabeth what Lorem had given her, Elizabeth fit the items into her jacket pockets and then Harold handed her a passport. Harold said. "Lady Elizabeth, the cab is here."

"Thank you, Harold." Elizabeth then addressed Sasha. "No, its several blocks away and walking would take too long. Outside is a cab from the Order. We will ride in that together for a few blocks then be dropped off a few blocks from the meeting sight. You and Cronk can do what you need to, I'll split from you at that point. One more thing, " Elizabeth opened the passport, showing the picture on the inside to Cronk and Sasha, "Get a good look at this man, and remember what he looks like. This is Neville Baddington, Miss Lavigne's former butler that kidnapped her father. We know he's a member of The Children of The Sea. If he shows up, he needs to be stopped from attending the meeting as he will recognize Mr. Sung rather quickly. Because he likely knows where Miss Lavigne's father is I would prefer scared off to killing him." Elizabeth stated. She let the other two get a good look at the image then handed the passport back to Harold.

"Are we ready to go?" Elizabeth asked Sasha and Cronk.