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[Backdated to the morning of June 4th.]

[Written]

I am afraid that a rather unfortunate accident has occurred in Community Housing 1 on the first floor. My carpet caught fire last night, as well as a few other things inside my rooms. I apologize for the smell of smoke, but I assure you it was entirely necessary at the time. Today I will be removing the offending articles and I sincerely hope that will do something for the smell. Until then I can only ask for your understanding.


[Audio]

[The recording comes a scant few seconds after the notice about the carpet. Vastra's tone is certainly annoyed and clipped.]

And while I did set my own carpet on fire, it was the product of an extremely ill-spirited joke that was inflicted on me last night. The details of which are unimportant save for this: something must be done about Loki. He remains under the influence of a spirit and I can only reason that the level of his 'pranks' will most likely escalate and could very easily get someone killed.

But I am almost certain this cannot be accomplished by only myself. If you are a friend of his, he needs help that is most likely beyond my ability alone. I will be at home, Community Housing 1, first floor, number four, if discussion must be conducted in person.


[Action]

[While waiting for responses, Vastra is setting to cleaning out her apartment of everything that was burned. Rugs, an endtable, a small sofa... everything is being assembled in a small pile to go outside the housing building. But she's almost certain the stink is never going to leave.]

[At least she's still alive, despite the severity of the situation. It could have gone in a very different direction--and Vastra can't help but wonder if Loki would have put a stop to it if her life had been in more serious danger. She sighs and puts the pointless question to the back of her mind and continues working.]
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[Sometimes the path of life curves in an interesting way. And sometimes the little bridge you were walking over spontaneously develops a hole, and you have no idea where you've landed because the little bridge that should be over your head is gone.]

[Vastra has felt this feeling before, when she awoke to a world no longer ruled by her kind, but by mankind. It was a dark time in her life, and she reasoned there would be no darker time for her. Of course, she'd reasoned incorrectly.]

[From what she can tell, where she is now isn't England, or any country or planet she'd heard of before. But that isn't the ultimate problem. The problem is that there's snow on the ground, and she's barely dressed. No skirts, no coat, no hat, no cloak, no gloves, no shoes, and she's freezing in her little flimsy dress with strangely short sleeves. A few Cybermen-like figures slog through the snow nearby, though Vastra figured out hours ago that they weren't actual Cybermen. Fortunate, given she has no sword either.]

[As she makes her progress through the trees, Vastra can feel that the climate is getting warmer, but not warm enough to stave off her body's automatic hibernation. She rests herself against a tree briefly, to rest, and tries to stave off the heavy feeling of her body shutting down. If she hibernated now, who knew when she would wake up again?]



((OOC: Vastra's arrived! And she's somewhere between Ice Age and Space Opera! Where her journal is though, is a good question.....))
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