#Inspector Shine RP

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Chapter Fifteen ~ Start a Revolution

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

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cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Chapter Fourteen - Princess in the Tunnels

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Please note that I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, or published anywhere other than my Tumblr. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Jake walks towards the end of the tunnel and notices the fatigue on his girl’s face. “Baby, sleep, its ok. I won’t let you go.”  

“I’m scared to sleep Jakey.  What if they make you leave?” 

“That won’t happen, Princess." He kissed the top of her head.  “Sleep, beautiful. I’ll be here when you wake up.”  

Sam finally relaxes in his arms and drifts to sleep.  A few minutes later, Jake emerges back in Parliament. “I have her,” he calls out.  Harold and Anthony rush over.  

“Is she ok?” 

“She’s exhausted and a bit bruised but she’s ok,” he explained.  “Where can I lay her down?” 

“Right here Captain,” one of the guards point to the medic room.  Jake gently lays her down and kisses her lips gently. He grabs a chair and sit right next to her.  

"I don’t know how to thank you Mr. Jensen,” Harold says.  “You rescued my little girl.”  

“No thanks needed.  I would have done anything to get her back,” Jake replies. “I would like to get her to a real bed, so she can rest.”  

“Of course.  We can have a car come around or an ambulance? I don’t know the extent of her injuries.”  Harold motioned towards her neck.  “Who did this?” 

Before Jake could answer, Inspector Hart and Clay walked into the room.  “It was your brother, Your Majesty.  I would like to wait until the Princess has rested so we have a complete story.  But for now, we have arrested His Royal Highness Prince Edward, Prince Lewis, his Grace, Peter Cambridge and Major Walker.  There are others and we are moving everyone to Scotland Yard except for Prince Edward.  He sustained a gunshot wound to the leg, but it is not life threatening.”  

Anthony’s face is neutral listening to the information.  “Colonel, thank you for helping our RPS with this and for bringing the Princess back.”  

“Wasn’t me,” Clay said.  “Jake took the lead in this and found all the information we were looking for.” Clay looked at Jensen, who couldn’t take his eyes from Sam. “She also tried to save herself. Smart girl.” Clay turned to Hart. “I’d like to get the guys coming back some food, water and rest.  They were excellent in the tunnels.”  

“It’s already been set up to bring them to the Royal Standard Hotel,” Hart explained. “We’ll do the debrief in the morning, once the Princess is awake.”  

“I’m staying with her,” Jake said.  

Anthony went to protest but Harold silenced him with a look.  “Yes, of course, Captain.  We’ll take you back to her apartment in Kensington.”  

“I’ll have your go-bag sent there Jake.”  Clay put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “You did great.”  

“Thanks Colonel.” 

“Don’t call me that.”  

Sunlight filtered in the room and shines right into Sam’s eyes.  She groaned and turned over, feeling a warm something next to her.  She blinked a few times, trying to focus her eyes.  After a moment, she saw the most wonderful sight in the world. “Jake.”  

Her soft whisper startled him and he opened his eyes to see his angel on earth looking at him. “HI Princess.”  

“You’re here,” she cried, throwing herself on to his chest.  “You’re here and it wasn’t a dream. You found me.”  

“I will always find you, my love.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissing her forehead and hair. “God, I have missed you.”  

“I missed you too,” came the muffled reply. She sobbed as all of the emotions from the last twenty-four hours. Jake didn’t know what else to say. He held her close as she cried out her emotions. After a while, Sam lifted her head and looked at Jake. “I’m sorry.”  

“Nothing to be sorry for, babe. I know who to blame for all of this.” He kissed the top of her head. “We’ll figure out the future soon. But for now, are you hungry?” 

A loud grumble came from her stomach and she blushed. “I’m a little hungry.” 

Jake laughed.  “Where do we get some breakfast around here?”  

“Oh, yeah.” Sam sat up and reached for the office phone and pushed a button.  “Hello, yes, can you send up some breakfast for two please? … Yes, coffee and tea and orange juice. … Thank you.” She turned back to Jake, whose jaw had dropped. “What?” 

“You just called for breakfast... like you gave an order and poof! Breakfast will be here.”  

“I’m a princess, Jakey.”  

“Let’s say, it’s the middle of the night and you are drunk, and you just want some fries. You just call and someone chop and cook them, and they will bring it to you?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous Jake. We don’t have a chef on standby.”  

“Oh ok.” 

“Usually, one of the guards or an attendant will go to McDonalds or something if that situation were to happened.”  She smiled a cheeky grin at him. “Also, I can behead anyone I want whenever I want.”  

“You’re so full of it,” he laughed and then tackled her to the bed with squeals and laughter. Jake pinned Sam into the bed. “I love you, Princess.”  

“I love you, Jakey.” She reached up to kiss him.  It started soft and sweet before Jake moved to deepen the kiss. They were in full make out mood when a knock came, and the door opened.  Jake jumped off Sam and dove for the bathroom since he was just in his boxers. Sam tried not to laugh as the attendants set up breakfast in her sitting room. “Jake, its ok, no one is looking.”  

He peeked around the door.  “They just come in like that?” 

“Well, I’m usually alone and watching the news or reading. I’ll have to speak to them about it, for the future.” She patted the bed, and he walked out of the bathroom with his sweatpants pulled on.  

“Fuck, I thought it was your father or brother coming in.”  

Sam’s smile fell a little. “You don’t have to worry.  My brother doesn’t visit me unless my father does, and Papa always calls before.” Another knock drew Sam’s attention. “Yes?” 

A suit wearing man came into the bedroom and gave a short bow. “Apologies Your Royal Highness, Captain, your breakfast is ready, but his Majesty has asked you to meet with him and your father after. Both of you.”  

Jake swallowed and looked at Sam. “Yes, of course, Matthew,” she replied.  “Please let his Majesty know we will arrive within the hour.”  

“Yes, Your Royal Highness. If you can excuse me, ma’am, sir.” He gave another bow and left.  

“Who was that?” Jake asked.  

“My butler.” Sam sighed.  “He runs the apartment, you know, staff and stuff. He and my secretary Eliza, run my life for me.” She shrugged. “I don’t know what is going to happen in the future.”  

“Hey, no matter what happens, I won’t leave your side, Princess.” He kissed her cheek. “Let’s get something to eat and face the day.”  

“Since when have you become the optimist?” 

“Always been one baby, you just didn’t see it.”  

Standing the waiting room outside of the throne room was a bit nerve racking. Sam and Jake decided to be themselves and not dress up for Anthony and her father. “I feel under dressed,” Jake said. “I mean, he is a fucking king.”  

Sam giggled. “Try not to swear love.”  

“Had a crossbow and blew up a car, been shot and yet, I would rather do that than meet up with your brother who hates me.”  

“He doesn’t hate you, JJ.”  

“Yeah he might.”  Jake rubbed the back of his neck.  “I may have torn into him before I headed into the tunnels.” Sam stared at him with wide eyes. “I just, I was so angry with him talking about you like you were just some pawn in a game.  I mean, fuck Princess, it got you kidnapped.”  

“Jake, you can’t talk to him like that.”  

“Well I did.  I was crazy with worry about you and I was trying to find you and I just lost it. I’m sorry baby but I don’t regret it.  Anthony needed to get his head out of his ass.”  

Sam hugged him hard.  “Thank you for sticking up for me.”  

“Every time, love.”  

The doors opened and another butler looking dude walked out.  “They are ready for you.”  Sam reached for Jake’s hand.  He linked their hands together and they walked in.  When they made it to Anthony, Sam curtsied and Jake bowed, rather awkwardly.  

“Thank you for coming to meet me,” Anthony started.  “I wanted to talk to you about what happened in the tunnels.  I’ve asking Inspector Hart to join us,” as he pointed to the man against the wall.  

“Of course.” Sam explained her side of the story and Jake took over when he found her.  Anthony studied the couple as they spoke, noting the way Sam never let go of Jake’s hand. How Jake gave Sam his full attention, never looking away, his jaw ticking at particular sections of the story.  

“Thank you, Your Royal Highness, Captain Jensen. I will bring my full report in a couple of days, your Majesty.”  

Sam turned back to her brother and notice her father had entered the room.  “Is there anything else?” 

“Actually, Sam I would like to speak privately to you for a moment?” Anthony asked.  

Sam looked at Jake, whose jaw was tight. “I...” 

“Actually, I was hoping for a word with Captain Jensen,” her father interrupted. 

“Oh,” Jake said. Now he deferred to Sam. “Whatever you want Princess.”  

“Yeah, you should speak to my father, and I will handle this.”  She kissed him on his cheek and Jake moved to follow.  Sam turned back to her brother and waited until the door clicked.  “You wanted to speak to me?” 

“I wanted you to see something.”  He gestured to the window and Sam followed and looked out.  There were hundreds of people along the fence of Buckingham Palace, holding signs she couldn’t read. “They started showing up after the morning paper was released. It’s why we brought you in from the back.”  

“What are they protesting?” 

“The arrangement of your forced relationship with Peter Cambridge.” She looked up at him. “Someone had leaked that you are my heir and that you were kidnapped. They are protesting the fact that you had been hidden but more that you were going to be forced in a marriage with a criminal.  The people are not happy.”  

“Who would do that?” 

“My guess, Peter’s father.  He didn’t want the backlash to fall on him or his other son.  Peter committed treason and the dukedom could have been stripped.” He continued to watch for a few minutes.  

“I know you hate me,” Sam whispered.  

Anthony turned to her.  “No, I don’t.”  

“I know you don’t love me.” She turned to him.  “I know you blame me for your mother dying.”  

“Samantha, that’s absurd. My mother died because she was sick.” He sighed. “And then when I’m 10, a year after she dies, my dad has a girlfriend who is pregnant. Turns out, dear old dad was having an affair.” He sighed again and looked away.  “I was so angry. I missed my mom, and my dad was starting a new family.  So, I took out my anger on the one innocent person in all of this.”  

Sam wiped a tear away.  “All I ever wanted was my big brother. I tried so hard to be perfect for you but when you finally came back into my life, it was just so I could be a pawn in your life. And then I knew that my brother didn’t like me or love me.”  

“Samantha, of course I love you. You are not just a pawn to me.”  

“You have a funny way of showing it.” She turned back to the window. “So, what is my role now? Do I have to make a speech to tell our people that you’re a good guy and that everything is ok?” 

“Is that what you would like?” 

“I would like to go home and marry Jake and have babies.” Sam hugged herself.  “But you have made that perfectly clear that I will be here and do whatever you need to secure your crown, your legacy.”  

“Do you really love him?”  

“With everything I have.  

Anthony nodded to himself. He turned to the window and placed his arms behind him, straightening his back.  “I have a proposition for you, Sam.”  

She snapped her head towards him, shocked that he used her nickname. “A proposition?” 

“Yes.”  

“What is it?” 

Sam was seated in her living room, staring out the window. She thought of everything that her brother had proposed. She had been shocked.  Anthony was not someone who negotiated without his best interest at heart.  But he did, he wanted Sam to stay home with him and his solution was fairly simple. Now she just had to speak to Jake.  “Princess?” She looked and saw Jake leaning on the door frame, watching her. “You ok, love?” 

“Yeah, just have a lot on my mind, Jakey.”  She patted the seat next to her. “How was the meeting with my father?” 

“Interesting.  He asked a lot of questions.” Jake shrugged, “guess he wanted to get to know me better.  He’s cool.  What happened with your brother?” 

“We talked. I learned more about him and what happened with his mom. He was very angry at the world.”  

“Doesn’t mean he should have taken it out on you.” Jake studied her face. “What's wrong?” 

“Nothing.”  

“Don’t lie to me. You have the worst poker face sometimes.”�� He pulled her into his lap.  “Talk to me.”  

Sam moved to straddle him. “Would you follow me anywhere JJ?” 

“To the moon and back, Sam. You know this. Why do you ask?” 

“Anthony offered a proposition to me.  Well, to us.  And it's totally crazy but it could work if you agreed to it.”  

Jake smiled.  “Ok Princess, hit me with it.”  

Jake made his way to the hotel where the Losers were staying at.  Pooch and Cougar were in the lobby, looking like they were heading out.  “Hey Jensen!” 

“Hey guys. Where you headed?” 

“This loser,” Cougar said, pointing to Pooch, “want to do the Harry Potter tour.”  

“I like the books.  Sue me.” Pooch looked at Jake.  “You alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake shook his head. “I need to talk to Clay.  Is he here?” 

“Yeah, in the hotel café with Aisha.” 

“Thanks.  I’ll see you guys later.”  Jake walked towards the café and saw Clay and Aisha seated together.  “Hi Colonel.”  

“Don’t call me that.  What’s going on Jake? Sam ok?” 

“Yeah, she’s great. Perfect really.” Jake rubbed the back of his neck. “I need to talk to you.”  

“Have a seat.” Clay studied his Captain, who looked lost for words for the first time ever. “Jake?” 

“I think I need to head home.”  

NEXT

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[kindredsuffering]

callout for sucklet (@\xching1969) and cinder fall sex haver (@/moonchemistwy) for evil malicious bad person behavior

both of these individuals have been up to some nefarious deeds as of late, and it is sickening to see other people not stricking down these foul individuals despite their behavior.

i am here to bring the word of the Truth to all ye who witness, that these two beings have done suchs things as:

impersonation, blackmail, bribery, trasphobia, treason, threatening my good being, ruining the livelihood of hard working men, merging, stealing art or falsely claiming other people’s art as their own, threats, autistic, gross disregard for others hyperfixations, and not limited to these (etc)

i am certain that these two (or soon to be one) will quickly retailate against me and attempt to make it out that i am making false claims about their person(s) despite the fact that i have much evidence to prove that THEY have been doing these horrible things and thinking they are about the consequences. just because you have two minds within one body does not mean that you can’t be held accountable for your previous individual bodies’ actions.

screenshots below cut:

sucklet has been nonstop constantly trying to make me paranoid and convince me i am going to be doxxed, asking me what i would do if i found my full name and social security number in a surreptitious place

moonchemistry gaslighting the entire rwby fandom when we were simply here to attempt to have some good fun and yet this is how we are treated? like chunks?

chem is trying to use their mental illnessi (plural of mental illness) as an excuse for their behavior and to coerce me into doing what they want (in this case not making them a soup because i care about them so much and want to be kind to them despite their repeated harassment of my person)

this event occurred roughly in the middle of Sucklet’s art theft accusation arc, where it tries to claim that the horny police (alter ego The Shining Diamond) stole its art when her signature is very clearly on the art piece in question. this is an attempt to undermine the talents of other artists in order to boost its own pathetic self view

cinder fall sex haver berating me in DMs and repeatedly convincing me that they do not care about me

and these is where sucklet tried to make a lovely delightful little fun RP that they and i had been having into an NSFW rp immediately without prior discussing with me and when i tried to redirect what was happening they just kept godmodding my character into having hot gay sex (it was relaly good but thats besides the point)

discussion occurring shortly after the reveal of IBSKing!Neo and PCOS!Pregnant!Cinder 🫃

this is just one example of the first of many times they began attempting to dodge any and all consequences

sucklet out of NO WHERE fucking CAME AT ME in such a hideous manner when i was trying to sharem y super awesome gene editing program i’m partnered with

i tried to confront sucklet about its outrageous behavior and it denied that it had done any of these things in the first place, with no evidence to back up any sort of forgery or edited messages or going into discord on the website and using the inspector to change what the messages said or anything of that sort that i would never ever do in my life because i am a nice benevolent good person

moonchemistry (also known as their alter ego Cinder Fall Sex Haver, and their lesser known alter ego janiel) attemped to take my life today, when they had found out that i was drafting this callout post about them they came to me in DMs and assaulted and battered me. i was scarcely able to escape with my life, and they absconded with most of my evidence folder on them (hence most of the screenshots are about chingx1969 (also known as its alter ego sucky fucky wucky, aka king fucklet, aka sucklet))

as they are a hivemind, sucklet quickly (instantly) learned the same knowledge as chem and attempted to threaten me at the same time in a pincer attack known as the merger double wombo combo extraordinaire (ver. 2)

clearly the only thing there is to do about this dangerous individual is to put them down. they have gone too far and are beyond recovery or change. the merging process is nearly complete, and if we do not stop them now they will evolve beyond petty things like mortality.

to my 6 followers: kill

[shy-magpie]

RQG 102

Reading the description: is Alex secretly sweet? Did he hear Lydia/Sasha talk about going to where the daggers come from like it was Disneyland and say "I will send our stabby child straight to the dagger factory so they can't get sidetracked". Was it a thank you for her trying to get the team not to scrap all his prep for the pyramid dungeon? I am going to listen to the Alex "thank yous" next time Martin is tortured because it sounds like content!Martin to me every time. Does the peppy intro music make me like RQG more or do I have a Pavlovian reaction to hearing the music? Bryn caught on quick Why did I ever think that Ben was less mischief than Bryn? It's just more concentrated. Crud I can never remember, is Grizzop a Gnome, Goblin, or Gremlin? I get all of G races confused. Sasha's priority is whether these are good daggers Oh did the secret of Damascus steel get rediscovered by the simulacrum group Ah! He is a goblin, time for Grizzop to shine. He sounds so perky about getting them in to see the foreman Sasha wishes she had goblin teeth Azu is troubled by lying, Hamid wants to tweak the lie. Oh they all have as high energy as Grizzop; this is like a flock of hummingbirds Azu doesn't fit, they fix the door within minutes. Handy, and nice to see people who get that you fix accessibility issues quickly and cheerfully. Grizzop is doing pretty well pressing the "surprise inspector" story. Sasha wants the tourist tour, Grizzop wants the serious info but makes a pitch to get Sasha her tour Ya know, considering what guys are like about rank and that Hamid only took over like last week; he is doing pretty well at following Grizzop's lead and not trying to clarify he is the head of the fake inspection team. Only the one pitch to be investors (which would have played to his background better) and he let it go quickly. Or maybe I have weird expectations of guys and rank Hamid wants those records, part of the difference between being a leader and a boss is getting that paperwork is important. Oh mechanical parts not daggers? Azu is so pleased for her size to be helpful Paris wanted innards for clockwork men! Red Herring? Display armory They figured out how to ask about the sample without breaking cover Sasha resents losing her speed I think just hearing RP of that conversation about UX gave me points in geek Foreman is more worried about the knife hurting Sasha than vice versa.  Sasha resents this and does knife tricks. Poor Sasha has to resist nicking the dagger and barely makes it. Azu comforts her? Grizzop makes a pitch for them to improve accessibility Sasha is not built for admin If anything the goblins are too helpful. Fun but exhausting Alex legitimately sounds like goblin admin is his favorite thing. Quick! Competent! OK, I didn't really think the team was going to get a trip to Australia. Ordinator bits? Hamid remembers they have help and delegates Redacted name on a personal order! The bespoke items are going to people with Orcish names? Also love Alex that he said Orcish names rather than Orcs, like what kind of racist paperwork would note that and one can speculate but shouldn't take it as given that everyone with an Orcish name is an Orc. Orcs don't usually order out? No racial pissing contest re:forging please Built like a tiny barge Love the world building as they expand on the sample Crank Industries is the wannabe rival Grizzop please remember to actually put in that good word Aw, Sasha got a free dagger and a friend in Clapper? The Q filing cabinet is filled with the daggers and Z is swords, a goblin after my (and Sasha's) heart Ben just caught on the companies are Ratchet & Clank A limo carriage? Players don't trust a thing, LetSashaDrive2019 Sighs but don't kick the horse; everyone teases Lydia. Ah Alex makes it up to her by having the driver go really fast. Alex is still being nice and everyone is having fun.  This is all a set up for actively killing me in Rome isn't it? I've heard you talk about 118 even while ducking spoilers; When it comes to being an emotional rollercoaster I don't trust any of them one bit, except maybe Helen. Bryn is going to break my heart and be gleeful about it again.

[muiiitos-arc]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL FOR BBC'S RIPPER STREET'S INSPECTOR JEDEDIAH SHINE. AS PLAYED BY JOSEPH MAWLE.

by liking this post it gives me permission to tag you in starters from inspector jedediah shine at any point in time. as well, it gives me permission to send you memes, etc. at any point as well. // muse  info & tags.

[askcarlyle]

Askblog Halloween Special, Discord Edition Part 1

[As many of you are aware, our askblog collective also inhabits a TGS Discord server and occasionally participates in real-time RP threads. These scenarios run parallel to the events of the blogs and feature the same cast, but are usually not considered part of our official Tumblr timeline. Earlier this week, @askbarnum​, @askcharitybarnum​, @askstabbydeng​ and I collaborated on a Halloween special of sorts, which I am pleased to share with you now...]

Barnum 

-Strolls into the centre ring just as the troupe are packing up after an evening of rehearsing- 

Now I know that everyone is ready to head off, but I'd like to open up the opportunity to anyone feeling eager for an adventure. 

I have come into possession of a manor house that's supposedly haunted, it's going to be the biggest Halloween attraction in the city. I've got arrangements for tours and people in costumes. It's going to be spectacular, a huge hit with the kids. 

First I need to check out that it's a safe building so who's in the mood for a night away from home?

Carlyle

There's no such thing as ghosts. There is such a thing as a safety inspector, though. For the sake of avoiding lawsuits and identifying off-limits areas, I suppose I'm attending this excursion.

Barnum

You seem awfully sure in that statement. C'mon Phil, where's your sense of adventure. You can't sell the unusual if you don't believe in it. 

Pats him on the back affectionately as he waltzes past towards the exit 

Pack your bags troupe. We meet back here at 8pm sharp. Not a trip for the faint hearted.

Deng Yan

watching this exchange take place. Walks up to Phillip once Barnum leaves I would have to disagree, Carlyle. Spirits are a part of our world, just not one I am afraid of. Regardless, I suppose I should be in attendance. I am intrigued to see what exactly Barnum has in mind.

Carlyle

tries politely to conceal a disbelieving look I respect your beliefs, of course, Miss Yan, but have yet to witness anything that would persuade me otherwise. wanders off to prepare a bag

Barnum

-Eagerly checks his pocket watch, leaning against the tent entrance with a suitcase in hand, a few minutes before 8-

Carlyle

comes in dragging a large suitcase

Deng Yan

wanders up, arm in arm with Charity Mr Barnum. Mr Carlyle. Are we waiting for anyone else to join us this evening?

Carlyle

Do you suppose there will be running water?

Barnum

No no, I think you're the only three who signed up. Can't think why anyone would turn down such an opportunity. 

Glances at Phil and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. 

We are staying for one night, Phil. Why is your case so big? 

And no there won't be running water. The place is yet to be renovated, authenticity and all that. I've got a few pillows and blankets in the carriage already but that's really the extent of the luxuries. There's not even a privy. It'll be just like camping, except with an element of the supernatural.

Carlyle

greets Charity and Deng with a small bow and helps them with their bags

Charity

Well this will be fun

Carlyle

...camping? I should have packed more soap.

Barnum

Come along ladies, and gent. Leads the way out to the carriage and holds the door open for them You'll be fine, Phil. You don't need soap, there's unlikely a place to fill a bath tub.

Carlyle

rummages in suitcase and unpacks a pile of books regretfully I guess these can stay here for just one night.

Charity

How much reading were you planning on doing?

Carlyle

You never know.

Barnum

I have to question your logic sometimes.

Carlyle

The classics are never out of place.

Barnum

How many books are in there? Did you even pack a night shirt?

Deng Yan

Now, now. Do we really need to discuss Carlyle's sleeping attire?

Carlyle

Two, in fact. Options are good.

Barnum

Tw....never mind. Just. Let's go. 

Herds them into the carriage, Charity sat next to Deng and himself sitting next to Phil opposite the two ladies. Then taps the roof to get them started. 

I'm so glad you decided to join us too, Chairy.

Charity

I wouldn't miss this. I love old, haunted houses

Barnum

I'll be just like when we were young.

Charity

Exactly

Deng Yan

When you were young? I don't recall you telling this story before. settling back into the carriage I am also very glad of your company. My Rosie said she would prefer to stay at home in the warm tonight. I cannot think why. We have stayed in far colder places than this. smiles at Charity I needed the female company.

Carlyle

How did you find this place, anyway, PT?

...and being in the company of such fine ladies is always a delight, of course.

Barnum

I have my sources. gives Phil a wink and taps his nose knowingly 

They were selling it off extremely cheaply, no-one will purchase it because there has been so many occurrences of the supernatural. Also sixteen people were brutally murdered there. It used to be an orphanage! 

Pulls a handful of peanuts out of his pocket to snack on while they ride 

Have I really not told any stories about myself and Charity when we were children? She was quite the rebellious young girl. Always eager to sneak out. We'd go exploring in the night time and I was always seeking out abandoned places that we could run off to.

Charity

16 people?! Goodness...

Deng Yan

Why were people murdered in an orphanage?

Charity

Did no one think to check after the first murder?

Barnum

Minor details. Waves his hand dismissively

Carlyle

Murdered. looks appalled

Deng Yan

giggles into her hand at Charity's words

Charity

Maybe the seller was exaggerating a bit?

Deng Yan

No matter. I look forward to this.

Barnum

Picks up the candle lighting the inside of the carriage at night and holds it close to his face. 

It happened just over thirty years ago now. This orphanage was like no other, it was a place radiating cruelty and evil. Children preferred being sent to the workhouse to staying here. 

The matrons would beat the children for crying out for their parents, the beds were full of mould and disease spread every year leaving the children frail and ill. An awful place. 

And one night it got even worse...

Carlyle

shifts uncomfortably in seat and stares out window

Deng Yan

That sounds perfectly horrible.

Charity

....And?

Barnum

Takes off his hat slowly and places it in his lap, leaning the candle on the top. 

Lights out was at 8 o'clock. The children were marched to bed and locked in. Heavy wooden doors with large steel locks, the only person with a key was the matron. 

That night a man broke into the facility. Some say he was a victim of abuse at the home, returning to the place he was broken. Others say he was a maniac escaped from the asylum down town. Rumour has it he only had half a face. 

Runs his fingers down his face eerily for dramatic effect 

First he sliced the throat of the matron. 

Runs a finger across his throat 

Then he took her key then locked himself in the bedroom with the children. There were fifteen to a room and he killed them all. Reports say they were tortured into the night, poor souls. Police didn't find them until the next morning. The murderer had hung himself in the centre of the room surrounded by his victims. 

To this day no one knows why it happened. Some say they can still hear the sounds of the children crying for their mothers in the hallways.

Charity

I almost regret asking

Deng Yan

That... really is awful, if there is any truth in it.

Carlyle

continues looking out window, paleness probably just from the reflected moonlight

Deng Yan

Mr Carlyle, are you quite well?

Carlyle

coughs It's unfortunate. Unfortunate if the agent felt the need to concoct such a tale just to unload the property on a buyer known for his love of sensationalism.

Charity

Or we might hear the sounds of children crying tonight....

Barnum

Hangs the candle back in it's place 

Oh, the agent didn't say anything about that. He'd be an idiot if he did. I just stayed here for a few months when I was a boy. 

Watches the carriage come to a stop outside of a huge dark building, broken windows with a worn down playground. 

Oh we're here! C'mon, no time like the present. 

Cheerfully unlocks the door and climbs out to grab the bags.

Deng Yan

stares after Barnum for a moment before climbing down after him and offering a hand to Charity Are you quite sure you wish to stay here? You could take the carriage back to the circus?

Carlyle

remains sitting stiffly in carriage for a moment, blinking in obvious horror

Deng Yan

looks back into the carriage at Carlyle I meant you too. I wouldn't think any less of you if you chose not to stay.

Charity

has already set off towards the house

Carlyle

clears throat and scrambles out after Charity Safety protocols.

Deng Yan

takes her bag and follows after them

Charity

Watch out for the cobwebs!

Barnum

Turns around to watch them catch up, grinning in delight, then takes out a large metal key to unlock the huge front doors with a clunk. Waltzing inside the dust covered mansion and breathing in deeply with a look of excitement. 

Bit overgrown in places but it all adds to the effect doesn't it? Terribly creepy. It'll make the perfect attraction to terrify people. I think I'll line the floors with rubber for easy cleaning. 

Dumps his suitcase carelessly

Carlyle

...why do you anticipate there will be that much mess?

Charity

Because there's no light in here lights candle

Carlyle

hands Charity a lantern to set it in

Barnum

Thank you Charity. 

Picks up a lantern from the wall and lights it against hers too 

Leans close to Phil and lifts his chin with one finger to meet his gaze in the dim light. 

I anticipate because I know that I am very good at running a show. I already have several actors lined up and being fitted for outfits. People love to be frightened.

Deng Yan

wiping a trail of dust from the banister of the stairs, then blowing on her finger, watching the dust rise into the air How long did you say this place had been empty for?

Carlyle

shakes off the feeling of foreboding and hastily grabs another lantern, shining it into corners Long enough to develop a pest problem, it seems.

Barnum

Just over thirty years. They closed down very quickly after the unfortunate events. 

Jumps a little as a rat runs over his foot, grunting and stepping back 

Blegh. Looks like you're right. I'll get pest control in tomorrow.

Charity

So where are these ghosts you promised me?

Carlyle

bumps into Barnum when he jumps back, having been tailing him closely during their exploration Ack.

Barnum

Careful, Phil. 

Turns around to steady the younger man 

...You alright? You don't look yourself. Make sure you eat something, alright? 

Glances at Charity and cocks an eyebrow 

It's still early, and we're only in the lobby, Let's wander upstairs. We can stay in the murder room.

Charity

Ominous. Do you have to call it murder room? I think Carlyle is about to pass out

Carlyle

voice perhaps wavers a bit more than desirable Don't think I'm going to be hungry, thank you.

Deng Yan

I could cleanse the room, if you like.

Carlyle

nods slowly If that would make you feel better.

Barnum

Hey, no doing anything to drive out ghosts. People will pay a fortune to come and look if there are any here. 

You ladies go on ahead, its upstairs, eight doors to the left. I'll catch up in a moment, I just need a word with Phil. 

Gently tugs Phil back towards the entrance for some fresh air.

Carlyle

follows, glad for a breather

Deng Yan

sighs, walking up the stairs, more dust raising with each footfall He would rather keep the souls of children entrapped in the place they were murdered?

Charity

I'm sure it's just a story

Deng Yan

I like to believe so. I can't truly imagine Barnum being that callous.

Barnum

Pauses in the doorway with Phillip, rubbing circles on his back. 

Are you sure you're okay? I can send the carriage to take you back if you're not feeling up to this? Can tell the girls that you felt under the weather or something.

Carlyle

regains some composure taking in the crisp fall air. Shakes head and makes a derisive sound Don't be ridiculous. I know this is all just an act. It was just a bit stifling in there. So much dust.

Barnum

Gives his shoulder a reassuring pat 

Alright, well just take it easy. You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you. 

Presses a kiss to his cheek then turns around to dash off after the ladies 

Come join us when you're ready.

Deng Yan

upstairs, making her away along the corridor tell me, Mrs Barnum. Is what he said true? About you sneaking out as a child? I have to confess I can't imagine you conforming to a stifling lifestyle. You are like my Rosie in that respect.

Charity

Yes I used to climb out the window and meet up with him on the beach

Deng Yan

On the beach? Very romantic.

Charity

Not in the middle of winter

Barnum

Jogs to catch them up 

Nonsense, the beach is romantic all year round.

Deng Yan

turns quickly at the sounds of his footsteps and visibly relaxes seeing it's Barnum

Charity

You almost died that time you decided to go for a swim on the coldest day of the year

Barnum

Grins proudly as he pushes to walk in between them 

Almost. But I didn't. You can't say you weren't impressed by my resilience.

Deng Yan

smirking Now there is a story I would like to hear. From you, Mrs Barnum, not his abridged version. pauses outside the eighth door Is this it?

Charity

Yes obviously I married you for your resilience. It's a deal, Miss Yan

Carlyle

stands at doorway for a few moments longer, feeling a bit more bolstered after the talk, then turns to find he is alone in the lobby ...PT? takes a few steps back inside, swinging lantern around to see Phin? heads up the stairs at a nervous clip

Barnum

Just the one. 

Notices the boards nailed over the door when he runs the lantern close 

Hmm, I didn't bring a hammer. Hold this for me a moment, won't you. 

Passes the lantern to Charity before taking a few steps back and running at the door, throwing himself into it and knocking it hard enough to send the the whole door falling out of its rotting frame and landing on the floor with a loud crack. Revealing an eerie old bedroom, fifteen beds in a row along the long stretch of wall. Strange dark staining on the floorboards hard to make out in the dim light.

Charity

I really hope that's not blood

Deng Yan

It's... probably water residue.

Carlyle

startles at the sound of a sudden crash from further up, followed by a fresh cascade of dust. Coughs and waves away the cloud, taking a blind turn to the left and squinting down the hall

Barnum

Whatever it is, I hope it hasn't weakened the floor boards. Stay here. 

Cautiously wanders into the room, careful of every step. Getting to the centre of the room and then bouncing on the creaky floorboards a few times. 

...No they're fine. Come on in.

Deng Yan

And what would we have done if you had gone crashing straight through? searching in the shoulder bag she is carrying for something

Barnum

I was at least 60% sure it was fine. 

Wanders around, inspecting the beds to see if they're too mouldy to sleep in. Deciding that they are and dumping his suitcase on the ground instead 

Can I have my lantern back? It's dark.

Carlyle

counts off doors, though unsure whether it was 8 doors total or on both sides. Shrugs and twists the handle on the final one, stepping into a dim room that looks like a nursery

Charity

Only if you stop angering the ghosts passes lantern What happened to Phillip? Did he go home?

Barnum

Takes it with a sarcastic eye roll 

I'm not making that promise. 

He was feeling a little faint so he said he'd catch us up after a little fresh air.

Charity

under breath Oh good we're all going to die

Barnum

Squints 

...Did you just hear a door open somewhere?

Deng Yan

stops searching her bag Yes I did actually. I am sure it's just Phillip looking for us

Barnum

Clears his throat 

Of course. He probably just took a wrong turn.

Deng Yan

Shall I go and check?

Barnum

That would be helpful, don't need him stumbling around in the dark by himself when we're not sure the structure is safe.

Carlyle

steps further in and makes out a moldering old rocking horse, not unlike the one from his own childhood. Runs hand lightly over it, setting it swaying back and forth

Deng Yan

Of course not. retreats back into the hallway Carlyle? walking a little further along the corridor Phillip?

Charity

I don't like us all splitting up like this

Barnum

Waves his hand dismissively 

It'll be fine, I'm sure he's not too far away.

Charity

You just said you're not sure it's safe and you let him go walking around without a lantern

Barnum

I'm pretty sure he has a lantern. And he's no idiot. I'm sure we'd hear him if he hurt himself or anything.

Carlyle

sets a mobile spinning in passing, smiling at the shadows of animals thrown onto the walls in the lamplight. Leaves the door open and wanders into the next room, calmer now in these surroundings hearkening back to childhood

Deng Yan

sees the open door and goes to investigate Carlyle? If this is a trick I will not be best pleased.

Carlyle

wanders over to examine a dollhouse, accidentally tipping over some small chairs in the dimness. Sets it aside and catches a glimpse of some bookshelves in the next room. hums a half-forgotten lullaby to himself while exploring, now more sad than frightened by the thought of any souls left forgotten here

Deng Yan

walks through the nursery and into the next room Carlyle??

Barnum

Wanders right to the end of the room, finding the door to the Matrons room and pulling a small piece of wire from his pocket to try to pick it. 

She is taking her time though.

Charity

despairing sigh

Carlyle

holds up lantern to read the titles in the shelf Hmm, not bad. sees a flicker of movement out of corner of eye Hello? sits down at the table and opens book Well, if there are 15 of you up here, you've probably been bored to tears. Why don't I tell you a story.

Barnum

If you're going to sigh and huff at me then you are more than welcome to join them. 

Successfully picks the lock and lets out a sound of triumph as he confidently steps into the pitch black room, illuminating the moulding ceilings and walls with his lantern 

I'm perfectly content to explore the interesting areas by mysel- 

Crashes through the floor with a small yelp

Charity

Safer here in the murder room...

Or not. 

Did you hurt yourself? 

....Phineas?

rushes over

Barnum

Hauls himself to sit up, squinting at the pitch blackness 

No, I think I'm fine. My lantern just went out. I'm in the room below.

Charity

Don't move you might've broken something. 60% sure the floor was safe, eh?

Barnum

Charity, I'm fine. 

Shifts to his feet 

And 60% of the floor probably was safe. I just happened to step on part of the 40% that wasn't.

Carlyle

Once upon a time there lived a beast, cursed to end his existence in an abandoned old manor because of his own hubris. He was once a prince, but his pride led him to push aside others and use the helpless merely as a tool for entertainment and gain.

Deng Yan

looking in the doorway, seeing Phillip with the book Oh, Carlyle.... walks over to rest against the wall near him

Carlyle

For this, he was imprisoned and placed under a spell, along with all the occupants of the house, where they dwelled in an unaging half-life, waiting for the one.... 

looks up at the sound Miss Yan! Where is everyone? I thought we were meeting here.

Barnum

Kneels down to blindly pat the ground to try to find his lantern, fingers landing on the dulled candle in a puddle of something, grimacing in annoyance realising he wouldn't be able to re-light it. 

Chairy, I can't see anything. It's really dark. Have Phil and Deng come back yet?

Deng Yan

You got the wrong room. nods towards the book Carry on, by all means

Charity

No it's just me. This is why I didn't want us going separate ways. 

realises she's alone now and the hairs on the back of her neck start to rise

Carlyle

The wrong room? looks around Are you sure? 

squints and looks around, in the shadows ...because they seem to think they're in the right room.

Barnum

Takes a couple of cautious steps forwards until his hands touch a wall in the dark, trying to make sense of his blind surroundings 

I'm uh. Not a big fan of... 

You won't go anywhere will you? You'll stay here with me. 

Clears his throat to try to hide the waver in his voice

Charity

I have a lantern, shall I come and find you?

Deng Yan

...They?

Barnum

No!...No it's fine. Don't leave. Stay here.

Charity

If you can't see, you could be getting into anything and I'm not convinced you're not injured. 

carefully walks over to where Phineas was and shines light through floorboards

Barnum

Squints at the slight light, breathing a little shakily, at least able to see his own hands now

Carlyle

nods and continues scanning the room Yeah, all of them, just like he said. But they're not angry. And they don't want to haunt. They're waiting for someone to break their curse. 

turns to look at Deng now Didn't you say you knew how?

Deng Yan

looks around the room I might... I didn't think you believed in any of this.

Charity

feels something crawl over her shoe 

Please be just a rat

Carlyle

...I don't. But I know what something trapped and in pain feels like and there's plenty of that here.

Barnum

Hears the sound of footsteps and shuffles slightly where he is. 

Chairy you're not...are you walking around up there? I can hear something down here. There's not supposed to be anyone in here yet. The actors don't start until we've renovated.

Carlyle

Do you have your supplies?

Charity

....No? Haven't moved....

Deng Yan

smiles softly, indicating her bag I do. And you're a sweetheart, you know?

Carlyle

shrugs A fool is someone who isn't willing to change when given reason to.

Charity

unable to stop her voice shaking Phineas? Please come back.

Barnum

Takes off his hat to squeeze against his stomach 

I...changed my mind. Come and find me. 

Chairy. I think there's someone down here. It's dark, I want to leave now.

Charity

This is what you get for calling something a murder room 

backs away to the door and flees

Barnum

Hears creepy sounds creaking in the room like footsteps 

Fine I...I take it back. I won't call it a murder room anymore. I won't exploit anything. We can make different Halloween plans, we can- 

Feels a hand touch his back and shrieks, turning and bolting as fast as he can into the pitch black hallway 

CHARITY!!! PHIL!!! DENG YAN!!!!

[To be continued.]