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Dr Helen Jekyll:So far... *hesitates a bit, covering her
mouth as if to conceal the words she was about to say, worried she'd jinx their
good fortune* it seems there are more Jekyll supporters than Hyde...
Catt Hatter: Well that's good.
Dr Helen Jekyll:It's very good! Here I was thinking the
Society was overrun with those little devils...
Catt Hatter:How many Jekylls are there, anyway?
Dr Helen Jekyll:Three actual Jekylls, three Jekyll
supporters.
Catt Hatter:Wow, that's a 2:1 ratio!
Dr Helen Jekyll:Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it? *smiles*
Mz. Hyde:WWWHHHAAATTT???!!!
[table flip gif]
Dr Helen Jekyll:It's true! Only about three Hyde's showed
up... Well, four if you count Ash but he's forced to be on team Jekyll!
Mz. Hyde:I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!!! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!
[table flip gif]
Dr Helen Jekyll:I can assure you, it's no such thing...
Mz. Hyde:LIAR!! THIS IS ALL YOUR DOING!!! I'LL NEVER JOIN!!!
I'LL NEVER CONVERT!!! I'LL NEVER SURRENDER!!! AND I'LL FLIP ALL THE TABLES OVER
IN THE ENTIRE SOCIETY BEFORE THIS IS OVER!!!
[table flip gif]
Dr Helen Jekyll:*sighs* Wonderful... Just try not to break
anything of value, will you? *sighs again, louder* Who am I kidding... You'll
probably go for that stuff first...
Mz. Hyde: GGGAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
*Proceeds to run around the building
flipping chairs, tables (yes, even the giant dining room table), credenzas,
bookcases, Poole, the carriage, the horse to the carriage, beds, and even
Rachel. Then, all goes silent for a while, but suddenly, the whole building
begins to rise.
Catt Hatter: Criminy! I forgot you could do things like
this! *Runs off*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh dear, not this again! *frowns and starts
running through the halls* Attention everyone! Mz. Hyde has gone berserk and is
now about to flip the entire building!
Catt Hatter: Again? AGAIN?!
Dr Helen Jekyll:*stops running for a moment and gives Catt a
puzzled look* Of course... Did you not think these sort of things happen on a
regular basis?
Catt Hatter:I should've guessed, but I'm still new here!
*Joins you running.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh right, I had forgotten... Well, I hope
you don't have anything of value that isn't nailed to the floors! *runs faster,
glancing at her watch* I have to say, Mz.
Hyde: is getting faster at this every time...
Catt Hatter: Nothing that won't survive, my quartz
collection will need rearranging though! *Keeping up, she jests* Probably due
to all the practice!
Dr Helen Jekyll: Yeah! *sighs* Someone really needs to find
her a better way to vent her anger! *bursts outside, panting and staring at the
building as it continued to rise* This really won't help our image...
Catt Hatter: *Is silently impressed at Mz. Hyde:'s [apparent] telekinetic ability* How long do you
think a punching bag would last? 
Mz. Hyde: *You find Mz.
Hyde: at the bottom of the building, lifting it with her bare hands*
YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR YOUR BETRAYAL!!!
Catt Hatter: 0_0 *Grabs Dr. Helen and heads for the hills.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Dear God... *starts running with Catt*
Mz. Hyde: *Turns around* WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING
JEKYLL?!?! AND YOU'RESTEALING ANOTHER FRIEND?!?!
Catt Hatter: *Dives into the river, pulling Dr. Helen with
her.*
Mz. Hyde: OH NO YOU DON'T!! 
Catt
Hatter: WhAAAAAAAAA!! *Catt is flung into the air, clinging on to Dr.
Helen.*
*As they begin to fall, Catt
removes her hat and swings it at Dr. Helen. Who very surprised and
surprisingly, falls wholly inside.*
*Catt slams the hat back on her
head just before she hits the water. The impact knocks the air from her lungs
as she attempts to focus enough to keep her head up. Breathing is such a hard
habit to break.*
Mz. Hyde: THIS CALLS FOR SOME MUSIC!!! *Puts on headphones
and plays Smile HD*
Catt Hatter: *Gets sucked under the water, paddling
desperately.*
(That's a grim vid, yo. As much
as I enjoy a looney Pinkie.)
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Mz. Hyde: Excuse me. *You notice another girl swimming with
you, and she seems...familiar, somehow.* Is she bothering you?
Catt Hatter:*Gagging and spluttering on both the river water
and surprise she answers,* Who a­*gag* are you!?
Mz. Hyde: I'll answer that later. Is she *Points at Mz. Hyde.*
bothering you?
Catt Hatter: *Gargle* Pteh! If "drowning" c­counts
as "bothering", yes!
Mz. Hyde: Alright then. I'll take care of it. *The mysterious
girl begins to glow red and begins to rise out of the water, taking the two of
you along with her. She drops you on the opposite shore of the river.* Please
stay here.
Catt Hatter: *Finally able to catch her breath, Catt shakily
thanks her.* I'll stay put. *She decides it's best if she stays sitting for
now, swimming that hard in the cold water has nearly drained all her strength.*
*Shivering she thinks to
herself,* Maybe the river wasn't the best idea...
Mz. Hyde: *The mysterious woman pulls out a giant pair of
scissors, adorned with a caduceus where the blades join.*
Catt Hatter: *Catt lays down, being sure to keep an eye on
the stranger and her scissors.*
*Breathing heavily she asks* Hey
Helen? How you doing in there? You land all right? *
Mz. Hyde: *Suddenly, Mz. Hyde  lunches herself into the air*
YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR YOUR
BETRAYAL!!!! YOU WILL ALL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!!
*The mysterious woman looks on.
You notice that she is very well­kept, despite being in a river a few minutes
ago, and has her hair in a tight bun. She is wearing a suit of some­sort, but
nothing extraordinary, just a gray suit. She sighs.*How many times do I have to
break you?
*She holds her scissors tightly
in her hands, and launches off into the air.*
Catt Hatter: *Catt makes mental note to apologies to her
friend (Mz. Hyde) later, and to never let herself be the cause of such rage in
the future.*
*While talking with Dr. Helen
inside her hat, she idly wonders what a suit like that is doing in Victorian
era London.*
*A slight breeze sends a fresh
run of shivers through Catt's sopping form.*
Mz. Hyde: *The woman files through the air towards Mz. Hyde,
slowly opening her scissors. Mz. Hyde turns around, but before she can react,
the woman cuts her in half as if she was a paper doll. Blood begins to gush out
of her body.*
Catt Hatter: D8 *Catt hopes she'll get the chance to apologies
to her friend. She mentally curses her body for being too weak to move enough
to stand.* Who's that and what is she talking about? *Catt wonders to herself.*
Mz. Hyde should survive right? The lady said something about this happening
before, didn't she...? *Her thoughts trail off as her eyelids start feeling
heavy.*
Mz. Hyde: *The mysterious woman knocks Mz. Hyde to the
ground, where she continues to stab her. Mz. Hyde talks in a low, barely
audible voice.* H­h­how...did y­y­you get o­o­out?
*The woman responds in an
emotionless tone.* The thought of all of your friends betraying you again made
you unstable, giving me the strength to escape, and come tear you down again.
Mz. Hyde: *The woman continues to stab Mz. Hyde as she grows
more and more silent. All she can do now is cry silently.* I can't tell if
you're crying from the pain of my blades or from the fact that your friends
have all left you. Tell me. I want to know. *The woman quickens her pace.*
I...i.....i.....
Why are you so pathetic?
*With one last stab, Mz. Hyde
becomes completely motionless. The woman looks back at Catt with an emotionless
face.*
It's done.
Catt Hatter: *Catt, paralyzed by the onset of hypothermia
and shock, starts crying.*
*Dr. Helen climbs out of the
upturned hat next to her.*
Mz. Hyde: *The woman floats back to the pair.* I put your
building back the way it was.
(WILL PROBABLY USE DR HELEN
JEKYLL'S THREAD INSTEAD OF MINE)
Catt Hatter: *Catt unsuccessfully tries to stand, failing
she simply glares at the woman.*
Mz. Hyde: *The woman looks back at Catt.* Is there something
else that I need to take care of?
Catt Hatter: Bringing my friend back to life would be a
start. *Catt bitterly suggests, still glaring.*
Mz. Hyde: You're her friend? Why?
Catt Hatter: *Catt stares blankly for a second, before
shouting* What sort of a question is that?! Because I like her! And you'll
bring her back or else I'll do it myself!
% Dr Helen Jekyll: OH MY GOD, HELEEEEEN!!! *yells, closing her
eyes tightly, staying that way for several seconds before opening her eyes,
gasping* Where did all the water go... Catt? *frowns, unsure of where she was*
Catt Hatter: *Despite the total darkness, you sense that you
are in an enclosed space about the size of a small bedroom. Fumbling around you
find a small table that seems to have a lamp placed on it. Exploring the table
further, lightly tapping the surface with your fingers you find a box of matches.
At least it sounds like matches when you shake it.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *carefully opens the box and strikes a
match a few times, the fire catching on her third attempt, and she carefully
lit the lamp with the tiny flame, blowing it out and pocketing the now useless piece
of wood* Well, this is quite a cozy place... *picks up the now burning lamp and
raises it high to get her bearings*
Catt Hatter: *There is no ceiling or walls in sight, just
blackness that stretches on forever. The floor is smooth, flat, and hard, but
refuses any features beyond that. Next to the table is a high backed armchair
that faces a cabinet filled with books. Behind the chair is another cabinet
that has a strange variety of knick­knacks on it's shelves. Next to it is a
small white box that appears to have a door, it hums softly.*
(It's a mini­fridge.)
Dr Helen Jekyll: *shivers as a chill goes down her spine,
eyeing the darkness warily before going to examine the collection of furniture
closely* I wonder where I could be... Dead, perhaps... Or maybe just inside of
some sort of contraption... *sighs, running her hand along the smooth surface
of the table* Perhaps I shouldn't have closed my eyes... (*gasps* A mini
fridge?! And it seems to be electronic too!!! I guess breaking the rules of
time travel didn't occur to Catt as she saved Helen...)
Catt Hatter: *You hear Catt's muffled and spluttering voice
from the floor behind you ask "Who a­*gag*are you?!" Turning to find
the source of the sound, you see what appears to be the top of Catt's head
poking through the floor. There is some water around it and her hair is wet.*
(Catt would probably explain it away as magic, seeing as there are no outlets
or cords inside her hat. You mean the contamination of the past with modern
technology? Yeah, she is no great respecter of rules. If breaking one will help
her friends, she'll break it twice. Though, I put the fridge there as a comedic
device, looks like I need to avoid breaking time­travel rules!)
Dr Helen Jekyll: *blinks and slowly approaches, recognizing
the hair as Catts* I suppose that rules out being dead... *mumbles to herself
then raises her voice* Catt? Is that you?
Catt Hatter: *You hear rushing water and gurgles, it seems
she can't hear you. Suddenly you hear a t­tap-tap from the bauble cabinet. It's
almost as if someone is knocking on the glass from inside.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *glances back at the cabinet, hesitating
before stepping away from the top Catts head, cautiously approaching the
cabniet* Hello? Is anyone there?
Catt Hatter: *T­t­tap­tap­t­tap is the only reply.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *raising the lamp high, she paused, taking
a moment to collect her courage and proceeded to advance towards the cabinet,
her eyes shinning from the light of the lamp* I'm going to open the door, so if
anyone is in there, please say so... *requests in a soft tone, not wishing to
frighten whatever it was that was making such a noise... Although it was a bit
unnerving. The whole place was.*
Catt Hatter: *When you open the cabinet door a small glass
ball, no bigger than a billiard ball, falls to the floor with a soft thud. It
starts rolling in circles around your feet, occasionally hopping.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *jumps for a moment then bends down,
observing as the the ball went round and round* Oh, are you the little fellow
who was causing all the noise? *reaches out to touch it, setting the lamp down*
How curious...
Catt Hatter: *It rolls against your extended hand and
somehow manages to twist itself back and forth, like it's nuzzling your
fingers.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Hmm, it's like a pet, almost... *sits down
and places her hand flat against the ground, watching it attentively* Is that
what you are? Catt's pet?
Catt Hatter: *It hopps twice before rolling into your hand.*
(Awaken the plot device!)
Dr Helen Jekyll: *smiles and runs her fingers over its
smooth surface, glad she was being provided a distraction to help her ignore
the lurking darkness surrounding the sphere of light the lamp produced*
(How? XD)
Catt Hatter: *Looking into the giddy little ball, instead of
seeing your fingers you can see water rushing towards you. But the strangest
thing is that you are looking at the ground.* 
(It was more of a dramatic
announcement than an instruction. XD)
Dr Helen Jekyll: Is that... Water? *peers into it closer,
blinking* I can't see my hand... *smiles and continues to study the ball with
interest* I really must speak to Catt about this, if I ever get out of here... 
(Oh, silly me. Helpless as
always. XD)
Catt Hatter: *Something flashes across your field of vision,
and again. It looks to be an arm in a brown 
sleeve, the perspective dips and swerves around the wall of water. You
recognise the arm as Catt's, she appears to be doing her best to keep her head
above water. An errant dip in the perspective shows you a glimpse of Mz. Hyde: standing at the bottom
of the wall of water. She still looks mad as ever.*
(You can see what's going on
outside through the crystal.)
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh! *her eyes widen with realization as she
sees what's taking place outside, concerned for Catt... If only she know how to
get out of this strange room, she needed to help her find as she had helped
her!*
Catt Hatter: *Catt stops thrashing as the view is strangely
tinted red from some unknown source. You watch as she is raised out of the
river and dropped on the shore. Without the interfering sound of rushing water,
you hear Catt agree to stay put in a shaky voice. The view unexpectedly tilts
until the ground takes up half your field of vision.*
*Breathing heavily, you hear Catt
call your name.* Hey Helen? How you doing in there? You land all right?
(She'll get a chance to help
Catt, don't worry.)
Dr Helen Jekyll: *grasps the little ball tightly and peers
into it closer, relived to see she wasn't about to drown anymore* Nevermind me,
I'm concerned about you! *frowns, her tone worried* Are you okay? Did you
swallow a lot of the water? How cold was it? Do you have anyway to dry off?
Catt Hatter: Relax, I'm a pretty good swimmer and I don't
think I swallowed any water. That w­would be disgusting! *She laughs, and is
then interrupted by a cough.* The wat­ter was ref­fresingly chill. H­heh, it
s­seems that I n­n­need to add­d a t­towle to my emergency sup­plies after all.
*Her voice stammers, shaking from the shivers.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh dear, we need to get you warmed up and
dry immediately! *she stood, the lantern in one hand and the ball in the other,
watching what she could see of her trembling friend with concern* How do I get
out of here, Catt?
Catt Hatter: Th­the same way y­you got in. Just­t l­let me
take my hat­t off. *The scene in the crystal shifts and tilts until the ground
now takes up the top half of the view. Light starts pouring in through the now
vacant hole in the floor.* I'd reccom­mend crawling out h­head *breath*
first­t. Oh, and p­please put out the l­light before you leave? *yawn* Mz­z.
Hyde is g­getting mauled by a woman in a grey suit with g­giant scissors, b­by
the w­way. Y­you should, p­probably do something.
Dr Helen Jekyll: of course, one moment. *quickly
extinguishes the lamp and sets it on the table where she had originally found
it, placing the glass sphere next to it* Goodbye... *she gave it a gentle pat before
turning heel to approach the hole in the floor, cautiously sticking her head
through it and crawling like she had been told, standing a little unsteadily*
Woah, the gravity threw me off a bit... *blinks, suddenly remembing Catts
stammering voice and removes her jacket, sitting in front of her friend with a
slight frown* Here, take off your jacket and try this on... It'll be warmer. 
Catt Hatter: *Catt's skin is pale and her lips have begun to
turn blue. Tears are running down her face as she stares off at something.* I
c­can't move...*She says numbly*
(Catt's lying down, by the way.)
Dr Helen Jekyll: *her gaze hardens, muttering soft words of
reassurance as she gently took her dripping wet jacket off of Catt along with
her socks and shoes, replacing the clothing items with her own* Sorry if the
shoes are a bit small, I need to keep your feet warm. *she apologized with a grimace*
Now, there has to be something I can use to dry you off... *mumbles, looking
down at Catt with concern* Are you sure you can't move?
Catt Hatter: *Now in a slouched sitting position, holding
the jacket around herself.* Not right enough to do any good.*she grumbles darkly,
still staring off somewhere.*
*A woman in a grey suit floats
over to us.* I put your building back the way it was. *She says.*
*Catt glares at her, making a
very unsuccessful bid at standing.* 
Dr Helen Jekyll: *barely gives the strange woman a glance,
preoccupied with trying to get Catt comfortable enough to be moved* Thank
you... But was it really necessary to hurt Mz. Hyde like that? She's normally
not all that bad... *sighs*
Mz. Hyde: *The woman, as the first sign of some emotion,
raises her eyebrow.* You mean to tell me you actually like her?
Dr Helen Jekyll: Well, yes, I do... And I've never liked
seeing people hurt, no matter who they are. *she looks up at her, suddenly
asking* Would you mind giving me your jacket? Catt is getting much too cold...
Mz. Hyde: No. I am not giving you, a pathetic excuse for a
doctor and a human being, my jacket.
Dr Helen Jekyll: *she frowns* A simple no would have
sufficed... *Helen said in a chilled tone before turning her gaze back to Catt*
Mz. Hyde: Tell me. Why are you two friends with someone as
annoying, disgusting, and completely, utterly useless as her?
Dr Helen Jekyll: Well, I don't think I'm only speaking for
myself when I say I think she's none of those things. Mz. Hyde is a valued
member of the Society, just like everyone else. She's fun to talk to, usually very
entertaining, and I think everyone would miss her if she were to disappear.
Mz. Hyde: Is that so?
Dr Helen Jekyll: Yes... So please do my friend and I a huge
favor and bring her back?
Mz. Hyde: As you wish. *The woman reaches into her coat
pocket and pulls something out.* Here. *She throws it to you and you catch it.
It's a Mz. Hyde: doll.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *looks at the doll for a few seconds then
back at the girl* What am I supposed to do with this?
Mz. Hyde: Set it down on a chair or bed, big enough for a
real person, and she'll be there by tomorrow. Just... cover her up because
those doll clothes don't grow with her.
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh... *looks back down at the doll* What
did you do to her in order for something like this to work?
Mz. Hyde: Nothing. She's always done this when things like
this happens. I will be going now.*She turns to leave.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Wait! *stands up, holding the doll
delicately* Who are you? You look like Mz. Hyde...
Mz. Hyde: *She stops for a moment, and looks back at you
with dead, icy blue eyes.* I am Lady Jekyll.
Dr Helen Jekyll: *frowns* But if you're Mz. Hyde's Jekyll,
then why aren't you two the same person?
Mz. Hyde: This is a role­playing forum. Anything can happen.
Dr Helen Jekyll: Ah... So we're going to be breaking the
forth wall now... Alright... Well, you're not very kind to yourself...
Mz. Hyde: I am the personification of my creator's
depression. Of course I'm not very kind to myself.
Dr Helen Jekyll: That makes sense, I suppose...
Mz. Hyde: PICTURE
THING?!?! INSERT??!! '''
Mz. Hyde: is, therefore, the personification of my creator's
happiness. She is usually like this IRL, except when things go...wrong.
Dr Helen Jekyll: When things go wrong? *frowns*
Mz. Hyde: She trusts people too easily.
Dr Helen Jekyll: I don't think that's a bad trait to have...
I mean, as long as she doesn't do anything too dangerous, that is a good way to
make friends.
Mz. Hyde: Trust is for fools. People will use you to their
advantage.
Dr Helen Jekyll: Not everyone. Some people don't have the
skill for it. Others would never dream of doing something like that.
Mz. Hyde: But it HAS happened. And it WILL happen again.
That's why the two of us are like this in the first place. 
Dr Helen Jekyll: Maybe it won't. Maybe she'll find someone
she can trust!
Mz. Hyde: I highly doubt that. *She starts to walk away.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *sighs, tugging on her hair...*
Mz. Hyde: *Lady Jekyll continues to walk away.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *turns back towards Catt does the things
she had been doing in the other chain with Catt* 
Mz. Hyde: *Lady Jekyll walks off into the horizon, and out
of sight.* 
Catt's chat with Lady Jekyll
Mz. Hyde: Tell me. Why are you two friends with someone as
annoying, disgusting, and completely, utterly useless as her?
Catt Hatter: Congratulations, you just described humanity.
*Catt replies with dark sarcasm.* She's fun, and I don't need to explain my
reasons to you!
Mz Hyde: Actually, you kind of do. You have no idea who I am
do you?
Catt Hatter: No, should I?
Mz. Hyde: *The woman bends down and stares into you with her
lifeless and icy blue eyes. That's when it hits you. She and Mz. Hyde:....are almost
identical.
Catt Hatter: You're supposed to be Mz. Hyde's Jekyll? *She
asks, still cross but also shocked.*
Mz. Hyde: Yes. I am Lady Jekyll.
Catt Hatter: Great. How do I get Mz. Hyde back?
Mz. Hyde: I gave your friend the answer. *She points at the
doll in Helen's hands.* I will be going now.
Catt Hatter: *Catt notices the doll, then scowls at Lady
Jekyll's back as she leaves* 
*Catt makes mental note that Lady
Jekyll and Mz. Hyde are in fact separate people.*
(AFTER LADY JEKYLL LEAVES)
Dr Helen Jekyll: Try and be careful, Catt. *warns her
gently, hugging her* Now, we really need to get you inside so you can change
and warm up... Do you think you can walk if you hold onto me?
Catt Hatter: *Catt leans into the hug* M­maybe...this has
n­never happened before. Ngh, I feel sleepy...*her head starts nodding.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *she shakes Catt quickly as her eyes widen,
her voice rising an octive* Don't fall asleep! *takes a breath, trying to push
aside her panic and speaking again, but in a gentler, although firm tone* You
are not aloud to sleep right now, okay Catt? It could very easily make your
current condition much worse.
Catt Hatter: *Being shaken causes Catt to draw a sudden
breath,* Oh, you d­don't need to convince m­me to avoid sleep. I­I don't like
to sleep...try to avoid­d it when I can. *Her head nods again as she struggles
to keep her eyes open.* B­but a body sometimes *breath* has­s it's own ideas
y'know- w? *She says with a soft chuckle.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *a smile tugged at the corner of her lips
despite the gravity of the situation, surprised Catt could still joke around in
her condition* Yes, that is true... Now, I'm going to help you to try and
stand. Hang onto me as best you can. *she instructed, slowly and carefully
lifting Catt, supporting as much weight as she was able*
Catt Hatter: *Leaning on her friend Catt is able to gain her
feet. She attempts to speak but is interrupted by a coughing fit. Each one
violent and causes her to shake. Once it subsides she asks breathlessly* M­my
hat...?
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh dear, you poor thing... *A soft sigh,
slowly approaching the hat with her arm firmly wrapped around Catt, supporting
her.* If I could take your place, I would in a heartbeat...
Catt Hatter: D­don't you dare! I can handle a l­little cold
water! *cough* *She fumbles trying to pick up her hat. But her fingers won't
cooperate.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *her eyes full of concern and pity, she
bent down, picking up the hat for her* Here you go... *she said softly,
offering the hat to her. Then her eyes sparkled, her mouth opening as she
quickly blurted* Could you get into the hat like I did?
Catt Hatter: Y­yeah, but I don't have any towels in t­there.
*She says clumsily trying to put the hat on Without much success.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: That's fine! You just need to be able to
keep yourself awake long enough for me to run inside with the hat. I'll be able
to move much faster and we could get you somewhere warm and dry. *she spoke
quickly, her eyes glowing with hope*
Catt Hatter: Riiight, that would make more sense. *Catt
takes the Mz. Hyde: doll and
attempts to climb into the hat, succeeding more in falling into it. She grunts
from the impact.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *picks up the hat, peering into it* Are you
alright, Catt? I put the lamp back on the table!
Catt Hatter: *You hear Catt's voice from inside the hat.*
Mmf, I think I'll just st­tay on the floor here. Not­t like I'm going
an­anywhere.
Dr Helen Jekyll: Okay, just don't fall asleep! I need you to
keep awake until we can get you dried off! *she hugged the hat to her chest,
taking a deep breath then running towards the building as fast as she could
without exhausting herself too quickly, her breathing steady*
Catt Hatter: *Cough* Yeah...*Catt wonders if the floor has
always been this comfy.* Gotta stay awake. *She thinks to herself.* Where's the
chair? *Crawling in the dark, she chances on the table base and Shifts to the
right. There's the chair leg. She struggles to heave herself up on the cushion
and gets about half way.*Work with me feet, work with me! *With one final push
she manages to haul herself onto the chair. The dry upholstery feels warm
compared to her chilled skin.*I'm not s­sure if I'm g­gonna hug you, or w­what
when you get back. *Catt mumbles at the doll in her hand.*
*It's so dark...and so quiet...*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen burst into the building, the doors
slamming shut behind her, and she picked up speed, dodging people and ignoring
the questions yelled at her as she ran. She would explain later. Right now she
needed to save her breath. Climbing the stairs two at a time, she went up to
the second floor, slowing to a jog and slumping against the door to her room.
She panted, pulling out her key and unlocking the door, stumbling into the
room.* Okay... *pant* We're somewhere much *gasps* warmer now. *she told Catt
breathlessly, setting down the hat.* Can you get out? *leans over, her hands on
her knees, her chest heaving*
Catt Hatter: *You hear a heavy thud from inside the hat.*
I'm comin' m­might need a hand up. *Catt mumbles, sounding half asleep.* Or,
no. J­just hold the hat­t rightside­up near the f­floor, it'll be easier. *You
hear a dragging sound that gets louder as Catt gets closer to the opening.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *nods then remembers Catt couldn't see her,
swallowing hard.* Okay, take your time... *she plops down on the floor and
holds the hat as she was instructed, wiping sweat from her brow with her free
hand.* I haven't ran that much in quite some time... I'm out of practice...
Catt Hatter: *Catt falls out of the hat head first, hitting
the floor with a thump and rolling down onto her back.* Y'look exhaust'd. *Catt
slurs softly.* Catch y'r breath, I'm g'd 'ere. *She mumbles, waving her hand
limply.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Your concern is touching but I won't allow
myself to rest until you've been properly taken care of! *Helen said firmly,
straightening her back and going over to her fireplace, opening the matchbox on
its mantle and striking it against the stone. It caught aflame and she
carefully cupped her hand around it, setting it onto a small cloth that had
been placed over the wood. Then she went to the opened wardrobe, hesitating and
glancing at Catt.* I don't think my clothes will fit you... *she spoke with
concern, sighing*
Catt Hatter: *Rolling onto her side she mumbbles,* D'ats ok,
I'm fine here...heh heh, the floor is pretty...*She pokes at the grooves in the
floorboards, enjoying the shadows cast by the firelight.* Wood fl'rs are
nice...an'dis 'un's comfy...*Her eyes drift closed, slowly opening a crack.
They look glazed.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *her brow furrows and she crossed the room
to where Catt laid, bending down and scooping her friend into her arms with
much difficulty, grunting as she stood shakily.* Remeber what I said about
falling asleep? *pant* That's not allowed, Catt. Okay? You need to stay awake.
*she reminded her, a bit breathlessly as she carried her closer to the fire,
nearly falling from the weight.*
Catt Hatter: Mmf, dun' hurt yerself. *Catt mumbles softly
into your shoulder.* I'm 'wake, 's not bedtime yet...no nap...wake...heh, wakey
wakey, daylight 'n the shwamp. *She tries to hold her head up to see if her
friend found the joke funny.* Why's there two o' ya, Helen? Y'never said y'were
twins...
Dr Helen Jekyll: *a smile tugged on the corner of her lips
but didn't reach her eyes which were worried and frankly a bit scared* There
aren't two of me, Catt... You must be seeing double. *She explained with a
tremble, although she did glance behind her. She sagged down to her knees in
front of the fire, setting Catt down carefully with whatever strength she could
muster.* O­Okay... *she pants.* Now you n­need blankets... And clothes... And
chocolate...
Catt Hatter: Righ, double...double double, toil and
trouble...*Catt mumbles incoherently to herself as she's carried over to the
hearth. Doing her best to stay awake, why was she doing that again? Dr. Helen
said it wasn't allowed, right. Odd thing to forbid, but then Helen's the
doctor, not her. Ooh, fire.* Chocolate? Yay! *Catt says softly* Choc'lat's
nummy, did you want some? *she asks the Mz. Hyde doll that is still clutched in
her left hand.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh, no thank you, Catt. I just want you to
eat the chocolate, once I get some... *Helen moved quickly, shoving the piles
of papers off her bed and onto the floor, scooping the blankets and sheets into
her arms, her head barely showing over the pile of cloth.* Catt, can you try
and shiver for me, please? If you do, I'll get you some yummy chocolate.
*proceeds to wrap her in blankets like a cocoon, most of it around her torso
and head.*
Catt Hatter: Aww, buh it maks t­talkin' h­hard...*Catt
drowsily starts shaking.* Is this how shivering works? *She wonders.* A­am I
d­doing it right­t D­doctor Helen? Hehe, I'm a b­blanket burrit­to! *She snuzles
the blanket in front of her face as actual shivering starts setting in.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen slowly filled her lungs then let out
the air all at once, a relived smile spreading across her face.* Yes, you're
doing a great job, Catt... Keep it up and you'll get some chocolate soon... *She
rested her hand on her friend's forehead, relaxing the tension in her shoulders
she didn't know she had. She had been so worried...* Maybe I'll even let you
take a nap, after you dry off enough.
Catt Hatter: I d­don't want a n­nap...*Catt shakes her head
weakly.* D­dreams can hap­pen in naps. *She curls up into a tighter ball,
pulling her knees up to her chest.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: What if I stay with you? Would that be
okay? *Helen adjusted the blankets covering Catt's head, her tone soft as if
reassuring a child. She took a step back, scrutinizing the curled up figure, a new
warmth in her eyes. It wasn't often she had the chance to take care of
another... Not like this.*
Catt Hatter: *Catt nods, leaning into the touch.* S­stay close.
*She says quietly.* Don't w­wanna sleep, b-bad dark, mean.
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen smiled softly.* Don't worry, I'll
wake you up if you start having any bad dreams... *She moved her gaze to the
locked wardrobe, her hand slipping into her pocket where it grasped a key,
turning it slowly.* Now, how would you like to put on some warm, dry clothes?
Catt Hatter: *Catt nods again.* Warm and­d snuz­zly...c­can
I still b­be a burrito af­fter? *She asks looking a little sad.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Of course! That way, you'll be even warmer!
*Helen's silent for a moment as her smile fades, sighing and approaching the
wardrobe with her head bowed, walking with all the enmity of a child being
forced to take out the trash. A pause. Another sigh. She starts to pull out the
key but something stops her and she sighs again.* Come on, Helen... Catt needs
the clothes and you know she'll never fit into yours... *She muttered under her
breath. Even with these words she still couldn't seem to bring herself to do
it.*
Catt Hatter: Ya~ay! *Catt sighs with a smile, turning to
stare at the flames dancing in the hearth. She starts humming what sounds like
a lullaby, gently rocking herself to the melody.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen sucked in a breath, in one quick
motion whipping out the key and unlocking the wardrobe before she had the
chance to change her mind. She pulled the doors open, revealing the cabinet to
be split straight down the middle, shelves at regular intervals on the left
while on the right a wooden pole was installed for hanging clothes. The shelves
were filled with vials of a strange green substance and other chemicals of
various kinds. The clothes hung up next to this odd collection were several
sizes too big for Helen and consisted of dark greys and blacks. On the bottom
rested a single, bloodied umbrella. Swallowing hard, Helen wet her lips.* What
size do you wear, Catt? *she managed to get out as she avoided looking at the
gleaming green test tubes.*
Catt Hatter: Hm? I'm n­not sure...m­medium? *Catt stammers,
turning in the direction of her friend's voice. But the over laden desk and the
numerous stacks of research block her view.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen sighed, pulling a pair of black
dress pants and a white blouse that had some rather suspicious stains on it out
of the wardrobe, both items much too big for both Catt or Helen.* Well, these
will have to do... *She shut the door with her foot, draping the clothes over
her arm while she locked the wardrobe again. A single prickle of pain pressed
at her temple then faded.* Now, do you think you can get yourself dressed or
would you like help? *She smiled as she spoke, trying to shake off her feeling
of unease. Knowing she'd never get her mind off of it without something to do,
she returned to Catt's side and slowly unwrapped the bundle of blankets
cocooning her.*
Catt Hatter: M­my hands­s are i­ignoring m­me. *Catt says as
she tries to uncurl her one hand. The fingers move slowly, stiffly, and with
more effort than it should take to move something so small.* I th­ think I need
h­help...*She mumbles.*
Dr Helen Jekyll:  *Helen
took Catts hands in her own, rubbing them gently.* Well, that's rather rude...
It's not nice to ignore people. *She smiled faintly.* I would be happy to help
you, Catt. *She started by carefully tugging off her own coat she had wrapped
around her friend, guiding Catt's arms out of the sleeves.* We'll do this nice
and slow. Tell me if I hurt you, alright? Your muscles are probably going to be
sore.
Catt Hatter: S­stupid fing­gers...*Catt mutters, doing her best
to help Helen with the clothes. Try as she might, her limbs still move
frustratingly slow and clumsily. Her whole body aches from the cold, but she
doesn't complain. Complaining just annoys people.* 
*She feels a bit better once
she's in the fresh warm clothes and re­bundled in the blankets.* Such a caring
soul deserves better. *She thinks, looking at the haggard state of her friend.
She snuggles the Mz. Hyde doll sleepily.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Alright, so we have the fire, the clothes,
I've covered her torso and head.... *Helen ran a hand through her hair,
mentally checking off what she had already done. She let out a pent up breath.*
So that just leaves food and rest... *Her eyes tiredly, for a brief moment
allowing exhaustion to wash over her and burdens meant for a woman who had
lived many more years weighed her down. This slipping of her mask only lasted a
second, her eyes snapping open the next instant and she rested the back of her
hand against Catt's forehead, once again accepting her role as caretaker.* Are
you feeling better now? Not cold anymore? 
Catt Hatter: *Catt stares at Helen vacantly for a moment,*
No, not cold, jus' sleepy. *She says, shaking her head softly.* Sorry 'bout
this trouble. I di'n't mean to, 'really didn't... I'm sorry...*She starts
trailing off as her head dips and rises with her breathing, heavy with the want
to sleep.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen's eyes filled with fondness as a
smile tugged on her lips, carefully brushing a stray strand of hair out of
Catt's eyes.* It's okay, I don't mind. I am a doctor after all! *She retrieved her
pillow and laid it on the floor.* And as a doctor, it is my job to do my very
best to take care of you.
Catt Hatter: And Mz. Hyde? *She asks timidly, poking the
doll's head out of the blankets.* She got hurt too. 
Dr Helen Jekyll: Oh right. I had forgotten about the doll...
*She frowned faintly, reaching for the doll.* Well, according to Lady Jekyll,
we just need to leave the doll somewhere with clothes and Mz. Hyde will be back
soon, good as new so you don't need to worry, Catt.
Catt Hatter: Ok *Catt sighs softly, sad to let the doll go.*
We need to make sure we say sorry for making her upset when she's back, ok? She
thought everyone'd abandoned her, that's sad...
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen brushed her fingertips over the
dolls wild hair.* That's a good idea. I'll tell her the second she's herself
again... *She assured Catt, placing the doll in the center of her bed, this
time grabbing a pair of her own clothes and laying them over it.* Now, would
you like to eat something this moment or after you've had a bit of rest?
Catt Hatter: Mn, I'm good to rest for now I think. *She
says, denying her hunger. She'd already put Helen through enough trouble. She
could wait until morning to get herself something to eat. As much as she didn't
want to risk dreaming, it was the best option.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Alright, whatever you'd prefer. *She spoke
with a smile, taking a seat to the side of her friend.* I'll be sure to keep an
eye on you, just like I promised.
Catt Hatter: Thank you. *Catt lay down facing away from the
fire and rested her head on the pillow, shifting until she was comfortable. She
glanced at Helen's hand for a moment, before closing her eyes.* Personal
space.*She reminded herself silently,* It means more to others than it does to
you. *A few minutes later, she was fast asleep.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen gazed at Catt as she drifted to
sleep, letting out an exhausted yawn. She couldn't remember the last time she
got a full nights rest. Despite this, she wasn't going to break her promise,
and so she settled in for a long night of watching and waiting.*
Catt Hatter: *Black, she couldn't see. A woosh as something
passed through the air by her head. Another! This time just missing her right
shoulder, the object made a slight shing as the air rushed over it. Now the
sound was coming for her head again, duck! But it hit her arm instead, biting
deep. Red dripping from the metal edge was all she could see of it. The air is
cold. She turned to run, CLANG! 
The shovel hit her leg and she's
falling, the ground is even colder than the air. 
CLANG! It hits the side of her
head, she watches as the crimson droplets fly off and dissapear in the blackness.
She raises her arms over her face, but the next blow strikes her side. She convulses,
trying to defend herself from the unknown assailant. 
CLANG! It glances off her forehead,
her back, she tries to block her face and it breaks her arm. The corner swings
hard into her ribs, more red. She holds her sides, lying on her back. She watches
as the shovel, now almost completely red, comes straight down on her neck. She
can't breathe! She can't­*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen slowly nodded off, catching herself
a few times and jolting awake. She couldn't fight the drowsiness for much
longer. She was just about to succumb to sleep when Catt suddenly appeared to
be having a nightmare. Worry pierced through her haze of exhaustion and she began
to shake her tormented friend.* Catt, wake up! You're having a bad dream. 
Catt Hatter: *Catt opened her eyes, looking dazed and
slightly confused. Finally recognizing the face of her friend, she grabbed
Helen in a bear hug and clung on like her life depended on it. Her breathing coming
in deep, ragged gasps.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen flinched and stiffened out of
instinct, quickly wrapping her arms around Catt after realizing something was
quite wrong.* Hey, Catt, it's okay... Calm down, I'm here... It was just a bad
dream... *She began to stroke her back, wondering what could have been so bad
as to have shaken her.*
Catt Hatter: Hng...*Catt whimpered softly as her breathing
gradually returned to normal and her heart stopped racing like a startled
rabbit. The gentle strokes down her back doing much to calm her rattled mind.
Despite the clinging and the whimpers, Catt hadn't shed a tear.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Are... Are you alright, Catt? Is there
anything you need? *Helen spoke softly, her voice as soothing as she could
manage. Her brow was creased with worry as she continued the same comforting
action, feeling her friend relaxing in her arms.*
Catt Hatter: N­not...not unless you have something that will
keep me from dreaming. *Her voice was barely over a whisper. Why was it always
the same nightmare? Couldn't Hell be bothered with a little more variety to
plague her unconscious hours?*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen bit the inside of her cheek, sighing
softly.* Well, I do have something that might work, but... If you're not
careful, you'll become dependent on it for sleep... * Perhaps I could prevent her
becoming addicted by adding something to the sleeping draught...*
Catt Hatter: That's ok, I just want one night of
uninterrupted rest. *Catt sighed, finally releasing her hold on Helen and
sitting up properly. She pulled the blankets back up around her shoulders,
staring at the floor.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Very well... I should be able to whip
something up. *Helen got to her feet, approaching one of her bookshelves in
measured steps.* Perhaps you'd like to get comfortable on the bed while you
wait?
Catt Hatter: *Catt shook her head.* Mz. Hyde is still using
it. I'm fine here, the fire is nice. Unless you needed me up higher than the
floor?
Dr Helen Jekyll: If you wouldn't mind. You'll be able to get
off again once I finish making the sleeping draught. *Helen scanned the titles
of the books in front of her, carefully grabbing one titled "Crime and Punishment"
and pulling it out while her other hand prevented an avalanche of papers and
other books.*
Catt Hatter: Very well. *Catt said with a sigh. Leaving the
blankets on the floor she took a seat on the corner of the bed and waited,
still staring at nothing.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *A quick glance at her charge showed Catt
wasn't watching her. Unsure of how long that would last, she opened the book to
reveal a compartment inside containing a small pouch and two vials, one
containing a crystal clear liquid and the other, something more burgundy. Helen
selected the first two items, tucking them in her pocket before closing and
replacing the book on the shelf, the second vial untouched.*
Catt Hatter: *Catt made an attempt at speaking to distract
herself from the still vivid dream, but was seized by a coughing fit instead.*
Ow...*She croaked after the hacking had subsided. She really shouldn't try to
speak so suddenly.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: *Helen winced, her own chest aching at the
sound although she didn't pause in her work.* Are you alright, Catt? *She
asked, once again opening the locked wardrobe and pulling out another small
pouch and a beaker. The doors were shut and locked again as fast as Helen's
trembling hands could manage and she made her way to the desk.*
Catt Hatter: Yeah, *Catt grunted, gently rubbing her neck.*
throat's just sore. River water isn't the best for breathing, y'know? *She said
with a laugh, which brought on another bout of coughing.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: Perhaps... Perhaps you should try not to
speak for awhile, Catt. *Helen suggested as the fit died down.* I don't want
you worsening your condition. *She delicately mixed and measured her three
ingredients, basing the doses off of Catts size and estimated weight.* I hope
you won't mind drinking this. I've been told it burns a bit going down.
Catt Hatter: If it can keep me from dreaming, I'll tough it
out. *Catt said, her voice quiet and sounding more like gravel, rather than
herself.*
Dr Helen Jekyll: At least I gave her a warning. *She
thought. Helen swirled the mixture around, turning heel and coming to rest
beside Catt, offering her the beaker.* It would be best for you to drink it all
at once. Try not to spill if you can help it.
Catt Hatter: Okay...*Catt whispered, hesitantly taking the
beaker. She could remember from somewhere that drinking from beakers was a
really dumb thing to do. But this was 19th century England, and she trusted her
friend. The smell of alcohol wafted up to greet her as she brought the unconventional
glass closer to her face. She stared down into it, bracing herself for the foul
taste. Shutting her eyes, she brought the beaker to her lips and started to
drink. The harsh alcohol on her already aching throat made her want to gag, but
she scrunched her eyes and finished the draught as quickly as she could
manage.* 
Ugh, *She said with a small cough
and shiver of disgust,* that was gross. *Handing the beaker back to Dr. Helen,
she stiffly and slowly got to her feet, aiming to get back to the makeshift bed
in front of the fire.*
How long before it, kicks...in?*Catt
trailed off, she was already beginning to feel strange. A warmth had started to
spread in her abdomen, heavy and slowly growing hotter with each passing
moment. This is, odd. I should probably lay down. She thought. She managed a
shuffling stumble over to the blankets, where she collapsed onto the assorted
pile of fabric. Her limbs were refusing to obey, feeling heavy and even slower
than they did from river. The heat in her stomach still grew, it now felt like
the someone had set fire to her innards. Her throat burned and she coughed,
each one a disconcerting rattle of a noise that shook her entire body and made
her eyes water. Curling up on her side, all that crossed her mind was terrified
confusion as the world faded to black.*
Dr. Helen Jekyll: *Helen watched with a heavy heart and her
stomach twisted into knots, the beaker held in one hand as she stood
motionlessly. What was I thinking? She bemoaned, regret making her chest ache.
Hurting the one who risked her own well being to save me... Her voice caught in
her throat.* 
Only a minute, Catt. 
*She replied, relieved to hear it
didn't tremble as much as she feared. The pain in her chest grew with each
moment her friend suffered and for a split second she feared a change. 
Not now! She begged, squeezing
her eyes shut. Not now when she's drugged and cannot wake! 
You worry too much, doctor. I
won't be doing anything. We have a deal... Remember? Or perhaps all this
excitement has made you forgetful... The piercing voice sent a chill down her
spine.
Helen shuddered. I... I have not
forgotten...
The exchange finished and the
pain fading, Helen opened her eyes to find Catt asleep and curled in on
herself, her sides rising and falling with her unnaturally deep slumber. A sigh
escaped her lips at the sight, and although her chest no longer ached, her
heart remained laden with guilt.* My apologies, friend... I don't deserve
someone as kind and selfless as you are.
Catt Hatter: *Catt drifted through blackness until the morning
when Dr. Helen woke her. Only the words, Found you. sounded once in her mind.* 
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