✦ i. march 1st ( open to one spouse + two children)
[ The whole thing is very, very disorienting.
It's the sound of a (friendly) car horn blaring outside that jostles Benedict awake. It's a sound not heard in Mayfair, and he wonders, for the briefest of moments, if one of his siblings is in the midst of a horrible sort of prank. But this is not his room in Bridgerton House. This is ... Well, Benedict can't even quite begin to imagine where this is. The entire room just looks wrong.
The lamps alone are enough to make Benedict uneasy and confused. But then there appears to be some sort of lamp attached to the ceiling, and Benedict can't understand how one's meant to light it without a visible candle or even a sensible candle holder in place. And the clothes ... And the photographs (Benedict is perplexed enough by how precise the painting seems to be in these bizarre pictures to put his questions about the clothes on hold) ... And none of that really even compares to the fright he gets when he stumbles his way down the stairs and hears the television. ]
What the bloody hell is this about?
[ Forgive his language, he's desperate. And more than a little glad he hasn't swooned from shock. ]
✦ ii. spring cleaning
[ Benedict is only scarcely aware that he's basically going through the motions. He's reached a certain point where it seems that his brain is guiding his body along, as if he's moving through a dream, with no real rhyme or reason to dictate his actions. He's changed from the bizarre bed-clothes into equally bizarre daily wear. The fit feels strange, the fabric too stiff, but needs must.
Not knowing what else to do, Benedict makes his way outside.
It's a choice he partially regrets. While everyone seems to be remarkably friendly, and even familiar with him - to some extent - Benedict is as unprepared for the sound of the lawnmowers as he was for the television. It makes him jump, almost retreating back into the supposed safety of the house. Then a neighbour comes by and asks if Benedict has his own mower, and seems to take Benedict's confusion to mean no. After the strange makes a comment about how the mower must not have survived the move, he generously says Benedict can borrow his, and he's gone before Benedict can politely decline.
Tentatively, Benedict walks towards the lawnmower, and looks helplessly between it and anyone else who might be outside. ]
✦ iii. topsy turvy
[ Having now grown somewhat brave (though still entirely uncertain of what's happening), Benedict has taken to playing with the television set. He's learned by now how to change the channel to one of the other three networks, and he marvels at the different programs he comes across. How any of this is possible, he can't say, but he imagines his siblings would positively love this.
At first, he doesn't pay much mind to the movement he sees out of the corner of his eyes. Other people live in this home, too, and at first he assumes one of them is slipping by to another room. Except that after the third or fourth time, he realizes how quiet the movement is, and he turns his head just in time to catch the glimpse of a shadow retreating around a corner. ]
Hello?
[ When there's no answer, Benedict assumes it's an intruder. He's a gentleman so he knows how to shoot a pistol, and he knows how to fence, but he has neither pistol nor sword. He likes to think he can throw a reasonable punch, though. If his sister can knock a man out, then certainly he can.
Benedict soon finds out that the shadow figure was not a person at all, though, as the next room is empty. He can't deny the way he feels immediately unsettled. Ghost stories are just that, and yet a part of his mind can't drop the idea that he's both alone and not alone at all.
He does what he decides is the most sensible course of action - he leaves his house, television set still on, and walks to the home of one of his neighbour's to knock on the door. Surely someone else can help.
Right? ]
✦ iv. wildcard
Choose your own adventure! Anything is on the table, so feel free to go ham. You can also hit me up at blackspire for anything.
Benedict Bridgerton ✦ Bridgerton
[ The whole thing is very, very disorienting.
It's the sound of a (friendly) car horn blaring outside that jostles Benedict awake. It's a sound not heard in Mayfair, and he wonders, for the briefest of moments, if one of his siblings is in the midst of a horrible sort of prank. But this is not his room in Bridgerton House. This is ... Well, Benedict can't even quite begin to imagine where this is. The entire room just looks wrong.
The lamps alone are enough to make Benedict uneasy and confused. But then there appears to be some sort of lamp attached to the ceiling, and Benedict can't understand how one's meant to light it without a visible candle or even a sensible candle holder in place. And the clothes ... And the photographs (Benedict is perplexed enough by how precise the painting seems to be in these bizarre pictures to put his questions about the clothes on hold) ... And none of that really even compares to the fright he gets when he stumbles his way down the stairs and hears the television. ]
What the bloody hell is this about?
[ Forgive his language, he's desperate. And more than a little glad he hasn't swooned from shock. ]
✦ ii. spring cleaning
[ Benedict is only scarcely aware that he's basically going through the motions. He's reached a certain point where it seems that his brain is guiding his body along, as if he's moving through a dream, with no real rhyme or reason to dictate his actions. He's changed from the bizarre bed-clothes into equally bizarre daily wear. The fit feels strange, the fabric too stiff, but needs must.
Not knowing what else to do, Benedict makes his way outside.
It's a choice he partially regrets. While everyone seems to be remarkably friendly, and even familiar with him - to some extent - Benedict is as unprepared for the sound of the lawnmowers as he was for the television. It makes him jump, almost retreating back into the supposed safety of the house. Then a neighbour comes by and asks if Benedict has his own mower, and seems to take Benedict's confusion to mean no. After the strange makes a comment about how the mower must not have survived the move, he generously says Benedict can borrow his, and he's gone before Benedict can politely decline.
Tentatively, Benedict walks towards the lawnmower, and looks helplessly between it and anyone else who might be outside. ]
✦ iii. topsy turvy
[ Having now grown somewhat brave (though still entirely uncertain of what's happening), Benedict has taken to playing with the television set. He's learned by now how to change the channel to one of the other three networks, and he marvels at the different programs he comes across. How any of this is possible, he can't say, but he imagines his siblings would positively love this.
At first, he doesn't pay much mind to the movement he sees out of the corner of his eyes. Other people live in this home, too, and at first he assumes one of them is slipping by to another room. Except that after the third or fourth time, he realizes how quiet the movement is, and he turns his head just in time to catch the glimpse of a shadow retreating around a corner. ]
Hello?
[ When there's no answer, Benedict assumes it's an intruder. He's a gentleman so he knows how to shoot a pistol, and he knows how to fence, but he has neither pistol nor sword. He likes to think he can throw a reasonable punch, though. If his sister can knock a man out, then certainly he can.
Benedict soon finds out that the shadow figure was not a person at all, though, as the next room is empty. He can't deny the way he feels immediately unsettled. Ghost stories are just that, and yet a part of his mind can't drop the idea that he's both alone and not alone at all.
He does what he decides is the most sensible course of action - he leaves his house, television set still on, and walks to the home of one of his neighbour's to knock on the door. Surely someone else can help.
Right? ]
✦ iv. wildcard
Choose your own adventure! Anything is on the table, so feel free to go ham. You can also hit me up at