Shadows of London: 1-3 Tea Party

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Madam Petit is hosting a tea party and has invited Jesse Lindvall to attend. A strange man takes the initiative to speak with Caroline when she is feeling insecure...

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Style: Event Logs: Crow's Nest, Knocker-Upper, Workhouse, Aztec Recommended: Windy Wheat, Earthly Fruit Perfect Score: ~1,515 Rewards: 3,000 , 600 , 3 , 1 , 1 , Blueprint: Memorial Grove

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My aunt said there's nothing to worry about if I don't go into the Eastern District on my own, but-

• I'm worried the disease will spread further.
• I'm concerned about the situation in the Easter District.
  • Vincent's Goodwill will rise

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• I dare not be careless under Aunt Petit’s watch. My days are filled with etiquette lessons.
• In the blink of an eye, the day for the tea party has arrived.
• Madam Petit: Dear Caroline, it is time to show the results of your studies.

• Madam Petit: Bernard sent a message. He has invited Mr. Jesse Lindvall.

• You: Bernard?

• Madam Petit: You should ask about Jesse Lindvall instead.

• Madam Petit: But I suppose I can tell you about Bernard.

• Madam Petit: Mr. Bernard Erskine is London’s top publisher, and a close business partner of mine.

• You: (Close business partner…)

• I’m reminded of the rumors the Canterville manor servants were discussing: Aunt Petit and some publishing tycoon share an intimate relationship.
• Madam Petit: Enough about Bernard. Let’s talk about Jesse Lindvall.

• You: I remember him. He is the banker’s youngest and favorite son.

• Madam Petit: This young man is very popular. He’s used to being in the spotlight, so he’s got some airs about him.

• Madam Petit: Not to worry. His father is a good friend of Mr. Erskine. His sister comes around for afternoon tea with me rather often.

• Madam Petit: You don’t have to be nervous around Jesse. Just mind your manners.

• Aunt Petit looks me over like a hawk as she speaks.
• Madam Petit: It’s almost time. I’ll check on the preparations. You better get changed.

• You: Yes, Aunt Petit.

• Many impeccably dressed ladies and gentlemen are chatting in the bright and spacious greenhouse.
• Noble Lady: The weather’s exceptionally fine today, isn’t it, young lady?

• You: Good afternoon, madam.

• Noble Lady: You’re Madam Petit’s niece from Hampshire, yes?

• You: Yes, my name is Caroline.

• Noble Lady: Ah, it’s been so many years. Cyril’s daughter has grown up well.

• You: You knew my father, madam?

• Noble Lady: We’ve met a few times during the social season. He keeps a low profile.

• Noble Lady: Nobody expects such a quiet man to cut off ties with his family for the sake of love.

• The lady lowers her voice.
• Noble Lady: I heard your mother was an actor?

• I'm saved from answering when Aunt Petit arrives. The lady deliberately steps away from me.
• Madam Petit: It’s been too long, Madam Winslet.

• Noble Lady: My dear Violet, you look ravishing as always.

• Madam Petit: My niece has just arrived in London. I hope she hasn’t said anything embarrassing?

• Noble Lady: Of course not. Miss Caroline is as adorable as a lark.

• Aunt Petit gives me a look as she leads Madam Winslet away to the food by the fountain.
• You: (She wants me to find an opportunity to chat up Jesse Lindvall.)

• I see a young blonde man standing in the middle of a group, speaking eloquently.
• You: (He seems to have endless things to talk about. Meanwhile, I don’t seem to fit in with the crowd at all.)

• I hesitate, and get distracted by a hushed conversation near me.
• Gentleman A: Did you hear? A young girl died from the strange disease in Crow’s Nest.

• Gentleman A: A knocker-upper found her in the rubbish dump. They said it was a horrible sight…

• I listen keenly as I inch slowly towards them.
• Lady A: I saw the morning paper. That girl had an improper job. It’s not surprising she contracted some strange disease.

• Lady A: The paper said she sent her child to the workhouse…

• Lady A: They found countless scars on the poor child. What a cruel mother!

• Gentleman A: We don’t know if the baby is infected too, or even her “patrons”...

• Gentleman A: These miscreants are always causing trouble. I better tell the servants to stay indoors as much as possible.

• I'm thoroughly intrigued. They throw me a sudden glance.
• Lady A: I’m a little tired, Mr. Anderson. Let’s go inside.

• Gentleman A: Gladly.

• The two quickly make their way indoors.
• You: Am I that obvious?

• ???: You almost had your ear against that lady’s back. You can’t blame them for being suspicious.

• A young man appears, seemingly trying to suppress a smile.
• ???: Miss Rayes seems interested in this disease.

• You: How do you know my name?

• ???: I’m Vincent Savile, a poet of no fame. I’m only here by the fortunes of Mr. Erskine.

• Vincent Savile: Your aunt mentioned you proudly when Mr. Erskine recommended me to her.

• Vincent Savile: I wanted to greet you but you seemed busy…

• You: (Is he mocking me? I’m obviously out of place and was just eavesdropping.)

• You: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Savile.

• You: If you don’t mind, I’m going to get some of the food my aunt has prepared so creatively.

• I turn and walk towards the food, trying to get rid of this weird man.
• Vincent Savile: Creatively? Do you mean the pear fried rice?

• He points at someone’s plate. The food doesn’t look appetizing at all.
• You: Er…

• Vincent Savile: Please don’t avoid me, Miss Rayes. I meant no offense. I just happened to notice your concern for this rumored disease.

• Vincent Savile: As a fellow citizen, I’d be happy to discuss it with you.

• You: I've just arrived in London, so I don’t know much about this disease.

• You: My aunt said there’s nothing to worry about if I don’t go into the Eastern District on my own, but-

I’m worried the disease will spread further

• You: If the situation is not handled well, more people will get infected…

• You: Those living in other areas will be affected too.

• Vincent Savile: The disease occurs sporadically in the slums, where the living conditions are horrible.

• Vincent Savile: So we can still attend tea parties with ease.

• Vincent Savile: However, the number of deaths has increased since Christmas.

• Vincent Savile: Nobody can guarantee that it won’t spread.

I’m concerned about the situation in Eastern District

• You: From what I know, living conditions there are terrible. A tiny house is crammed with people from attic to basement.

• You: There is no sanitation system at all in that district. The children play right beside rotting carcasses of mice…

• You: How can a disease be controlled in such a horrible environment?

• Vincent Savile: The disease occurs sporadically in the slums, so it’s not widely noticed yet.

• Vincent Savile: But the number of deaths has increased since Christmas.

• Vincent Savile: Perhaps it will spread to our areas soon.

• You: Yes, we cannot disassociate ourselves with it just because we live in a clean, comfortable environment.

• Vincent Savile: You’re wise, Miss Rayes.

• Madam Petit: There you are, Caroline. I’ve been looking for you.

• Somehow, Aunt Petit manages to lead the young blonde man to me.
• You: (I hope Aunt Petit didn’t hear our conversation, it’s not her favorite topic…)

• Fortunately, she looks like she hasn’t. But I can feel her observing Mr. Savile.
• Madam Petit: Forgive my interruption.

• Madam Petit: Mr. Lindvall was asking me about life in Hampshire, but I really don’t know where to begin because it’s been ages since I left.

• Madam Petit: Perhaps my lovely niece can do me a favor.

• Jesse Lindvall: Good afternoon, Miss Rayes.

• My self-introduction is appropriate enough thanks to the etiquette lessons. A satisfied Aunt Petit smiles.
• Madam Petit: I have matters to discuss with Mr. Erskine, please excuse me.

• Madam Petit: Mr. Savile, do you want to come along and talk about your new poems with Mr. Erskine?

• Vincent Savile: No, madam. Honestly, I haven’t been inspired to write anything new for a while.

• Vincent Savile: But I might get some inspiration while I listen to Miss Rayes talk about Hampshire.

• Madam Petit: Alright, I’ll leave you all to it.

• Aunt Petit gives me another piercing gaze before walking back into the crowd.
• Jesse Lindvall: You’re the first person ever to reject that lady. Very impressive, Mr. Savile.

• Vincent Savile: You flatter me.

• Jesse Lindvall: Are we going to talk about Hampshire? Or shall we continue the topic on the disease?

• You: You heard us?! Aunt Petit must have too…

• Vincent Savile: Mr. Lindvall, what are your views on this sudden disease?

• Jesse Lindvall: I think the tabloids are exaggerating the symptoms.

• Jesse Lindvall: What with the pale faces, bloody gums, bloodshot eyes, beastly growls…

• Jesse Lindvall: They sound like monsters from story books. It’s ridiculous.

• You: To increase readership and profit, the papers might have exaggerated a little.

• You: So… how does the disease spread?

• Vincent Savile: That’s exactly why this disease is unusual.

• Vincent Savile: According to investigations, there is little to no interactions between the infected. And no one around the dead has shown symptoms.

• Vincent Savile: The disease seems to come and go without a trace. It takes less than three days for an infected person to die.

• You: No way!

• You: Then how did the first patient get infected?

• You: There must be a link somewhere, even if it doesn’t seem obvious on the surface…

• Jesse Lindvall: I’ve heard that those who died from the disease were alcoholics, gamblers, thieves, and cheats…

• Jesse Lindvall: All the scum of society.

• You: Hm, I’ve heard that the latest was a mother who abused her child.

• You: Strictly speaking, this is not a convincing link…

• Jesse Lindvall: Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t think they should be infected. It’s just that they’re often involved in bad business, one way or another.

• Jesse Lindvall: The slums are overcrowded, and filled with all sorts of strange underground clubs.

• Jesse Lindvall: For all we may know, the disease might just be a cover-up for incidents created by these organizations.

• Vincent Savile: Mr. Lindvall seems to know a lot about the slums.

• Jesse Lindvall: Well, I go to the Eastern District to purchase some unusual items sometimes, so I’m somewhat familiar.

• Jesse Lindvall: You can’t find those on a regular shopping street. Things like oriental resin, and traditional music instruments from the Aztecs.

• You: Have you heard anything about the disease during your trips?

• Jesse Lindvall: Of course. The rumors there are even more exaggerated than the papers.

• Jesse Lindvall: There are generally two kinds of people in the Eastern District. The ones who slog away to make ends meet are jaded about almost everything.

• Jesse Lindvall: But the ones who love hearsay never miss an opportunity to spread panic.

• Jesse Lindvall: Well, unless I see it for myself, I don’t believe there’s a terrifying disease.

• Vincent Savile: I agree. Seeing is believing.

• Despite what Mr. Savile says, he looks at Mr. Lindvall somewhat doubtfully.
• Vincent Savile: Still, it’ll do you much good to be vigilant if you’re still visiting the Eastern District.

• Jesse Lindvall: Hahaha, thank you for your concern. I’m an “Eastern District adventurer”. This disease isn’t enough to scare me off.

• His hearty laugh attracts everyone’s attention, and the crowd surges towards us.
• We are forced to change the topic to idle chit-chat that bores me.
• I think of seeking Mr. Savile's help to get away from a middle-age gentleman’s insistent conversation, and realize Mr. Savile has vanished.