#dr. sewards spending habits

[agent-jaselin]

Dracula, June 18th. Dr.Seward has recorded 4 minutes and 8 seconds in his diary. Totaling to around $41.33

if he’s using the total wax cylinder before moving to another one, he is now on his third.

[sidebyside-withafriend]

inspired by @agent-jaselin’s tracking of Seward’s spending, and a conversation with @isherwoodj

[knovesstorytelling]

Murray Mysteries Transcript - S1E12

Episode 12. The Long Night

Written by May Toudic

Mina: Welcome to Murray Mysteries.

[Theme music plays.]

Jane: Hello listeners.

[A chair creaks and papers rustle.]

Jane: Apologies I— Ow!

[The chair creaks more.]

Jane: It’s been a long night and I’m running late for, well, just about everything but I promised I’d keep this log up to date and I always, always keep my promises. Last night I was sitting in my office, catching up on paperwork so I could get on with my research. I kept my door open because I like to think an open door policy will help the staff and patients see me as a more accessible figure, and well, it, it doesn’t matter. 

Jane: The point is the door was open and R came running in and it took me about a second to realize he was holding one of the knives from the kitchens but it was a second too late. I tried to use the desk as a barrier but he managed to reach forward enough to cut one of my wrists quite badly, but I managed to get a hit in, which bought me enough time for security to get here. 

Jane: R didn’t look like he wanted to attack again though. He was just lying on the floor and… licking it. Where my blood had fallen. This isn’t something I’ve seen from him before. He kept saying “the blood is the life” over and over again as they took him back to his room. 

Jane: I’d normally be very keen to start looking into a new symptom like this but my mind hasn’t been on work with everything that’s happened to Lucy and I did have a slightly bleeding wrist that needed attention.  I got escorted to our medical office and the resident nurse patched me up. Which was very kind of her up to the point where she refused to discharge me until I had a nap. Can you believe it? Forcing my hand like that, it’s like I have no authority here. “Severely sleep-deprived.” It’s none of her business, I’m doing just fine.

Jane: I lost some precious hours to that little nap and now I’ve got no work done and I’ve got, God. 12 missed calls. That is not good. That is really, really, not good. Hold on.

[A phone rings.]

Voicemail: You have three new messages.

[A beep.]

Lucy: Hey Janey! I can’t believe you’re making me leave a message, an actual message. Answer your phone! Answer your texts! Nobody leaves voicemails anymore, this isn’t the 90’s. Anyway, I thought I’d tell you I’m doing fine. Since I know you’re always desperately worried about me, but it looks like…

Lucy (crying): you’re too busy to think about me much anyway.

[She fakes a sob.]

Lucy: You’d better be on a hot date, or a spontaneous quest for pizza or something, because if you’re ignoring me for work, I’m going to be real offended. Last night went well, since you’re asking. Like the night before and the night before that one. Prof isn’t quite as fun to tease as you are, but she’s surprisingly good at poker. She said she had to go to London overnight to check out some books, the old’s Kings College library won’t send them. So looks like you’re on Lucy duty today! Lucky you.

[A beep.]

Van Hellsing: Jane! Hello. Listen, I’m sorry for the last-minute call, but I have to London tonight. You know how those university librarians are. Could you watch over our patient tonight? She’s doing much better but this isn’t the time to relent. I’ll check in tomorrow as soon as I come back. See you then!

[A beep.]

Lucy: Guess your hot date went well. Either that or you’re eating all the pizza without me. Good for you. Don’t worry about me, alright. I can handle it one night on my own. Just me, Mum, and the garlic. I’ll make sure to keep the stinky shield up. Nighty night.

[A beep.]

Jane: Shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I have to go.

[A beep. Silence, then a beep. Footsteps on gravel continue throughout.]

Van Hellsing: Let’s give this a shot. I was inspired by Dr. Seward’s habit of recording her notes orally. It does seem faster than writing them down and one isn’t tempted to cut out on things that seem insignificant first thought but might be important later on. A brilliant idea, really. 

Van Hellsing: I’m currently walking from the station to Miss Westenra’s house. This has been a successful trip. Most of the books I tracked down to the King’s College library turned out to be irrelevant. But one of them did contain information that could change—

[Bushes rustle.]

Van Hellsing: Jane! Hello!

[Another set of footsteps.]

Van Hellsing: Out to get breakfast? What happened to your wrist?

[Jane pants.]

Jane: I’m not— I’m so sorry. A lot happened last night. And I only just got your message this morning, I was just about to check on Lucy.

Van Hellsing: You mean—

Jane: I didn’t spend the night there! I know, I know I’m sorry. 

Van Hellsing: No need to apologize. I’m sure it couldn’t be helped. But we need to go in now. Anything could’ve happened in the past 12 hours. 

[They walk to the house and knock on the door. They knock louder. The chain on it rattles as it creaks open. They go inside. Jane gasps.]

Jane: Oh God.

Van Hellsing: No.

Jane: Is she— Should I call the police? An ambulance? What do we do?

Van Hellsing: Ambulance. She’s still breathing. Barely.

Jane: Right.

[She leaves to call EMS.]

Van Hellsing: Come on. Stay with us. Just a little bit longer.

[Jane comes back.]

Van Hellsing: Is that—

Jane: It’s done, they’ll be here in 5 minutes. What’s this?

Van Hellsing: I believe this is a tape recorder.

Jane: And?

Van Hellsing: She must’ve left a message. Before…

Jane: Oh.

Van Hellsing: We should play it.

Jane: What? We need to make sure she holds on until the ambulance arrives.

Van Hellsing: There’s nothing more we can do except wait, Jane. Whatever’s on that tape, she wanted us to find it. She wanted us to know.

Jane: Fine then. You play it. I just… can’t.

[The tape recording whirls to life. It buzzes.]

Lucy: Hey, hey Janey. Listen I… I don’t want you to feel guilty, okay? Whatever happens next, none of this if your fault I just— I want you to know that. I went to bed at the usual time, but I woke up to that flapping sound at the window. You, you know the one. When you and Van Hellsing are there, I just ignore it but when I’m alone? I was kind of freaked out. I, I, I got up to look out the window, and I saw it was just a big bat so I went back to bed. Mum came in a couple of minutes later, she said she wanted to check on me.

[She sniffs.]

Lucy: I asked her to stay for a bit and we were almost asleep but it crashed in the window. It was a wolf Jane, an actual wolf. I didn’t even know we had wolves in England. Where the hell did it come from? Mum and I  just ran as fast as we could, I tried to knock it away but the garlic, it fell off and Mum she—

[She sobs.]

Lucy: She—

[She sob and sniffs.]

Lucy: She stopped moving before we could get to the door. She made this weird, choking sound and then she fell. It was so slow. But I still couldn’t catch her, I tried to drag her by the ankle, to take her with me. But she wasn’t moving and I wasn’t strong enough and—

[She takes a shuddering breath.]

Lucy: I think it was too late anyway. I think her heart just gave out, or maybe… I’m just telling myself that if it didn’t, maybe she just fainted or something. It means, I left her there. And it’s my fault she’s dead. Of course, my phone was on the bedside table and it was too late to call for help now. I’m in the kitchen now, I found this old tape recorder in the drawer.

Lucy: I can’t believe she kept it, I always tell her she should Marie Kondo the place and throw out all my stuff and she says… said. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. I used to carry this thing around everywhere. I’d pretend to be a reporter and interview everyone in the neighbourhood and ask them about their dark past. 

Lucy: Mrs. Andrews got really offended when I asked her what she was doing during the war. Said it was rude to assume a lady’s age.

Lucy: I can hear it pacing outside. I made sure the back door was locked, but I don’t know if it can hold, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m going to make it through tonight. So, Jane, this isn’t your fault, remember. Would, would you tell Art I love them? Don’t let them listen to this, it would just upset them more. I don’t, I want to make this any worse for them. So just, tell them I love them, okay? And it’s not their fault either, or Van Hellsing’s, and I just want them to be happy. 

Lucy: You too Jane. You just have to be happy. Get out of your office once in a while, meet people, fall in love with someone who deserves you.  If not for you, do it for me. You can’t say no to your dead ex, right? I should go. I want to keep talking. Talking helps. But I don’t know how long this old thing will hold and I can’t risk ruining this tape. Take care of yourself, Jane, take care of Art. I mean it, but. Please don’t forget yourself. You’re important too.

[The tape recorder clicks off.]

[Credits music beings.]

Credits: Murray Mysteries is a Knoves Storytelling production. This episode was written and produced by May Toudic and featured Bebhinn Tankard as Dr. Jane Seward, Rebecca Krause as Professor Van Hellsing, and Megan John as Lucy Westenra. If you like our work and would like to support us, you can find us on Patreon at Patreon.com/KnovesStorytelling or follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr. Thank you for listening.

[uselesstwinkharker]

heres some radical headcanons sent by the radical @vodkasquip !!! thank u for sharing these !!!

Renfield is ADHD and Dr. Seward is ADD 

literally the only reason Dr. Seward writes in a notebook is to make a list of what he needs to do with each patient each time he visits them because even if he consciously remembers to do it he still will go off on a random phrase they say and then realize after the session that he didn’t do the two things he needed to do. The notebook is just easier to get things done 

one reason (apart from the obvious) that Renfield was deemed in need of help was because he was that he has no capability to stay still and has the worst holes in his memory ever 

since he’s so fascinating (and the most problematic patient), Dr. Seward spends more time with him and figures out pretty quickly that HOLY CRAP I DO THAT TO JUST MORE STILL 

Renfield’s fly and spider gathering is a mindless chore that he can do for hours and not be exhausted. Plus… it’s productive and makes him feel better when he eats them 

recording his diary is way easier for Dr. Seward because 1. better to distinguish than notes and 2. way easier to just say what he’s thinking without having to frantically write things down and constantly go back and forth with thoughts and end up with an incoherent mess 

the attendants unfortunate enough to watch Renfield for their shift are constantly driven to the brink of murder by the constant humming and tapping on things and just all the sudden movements that are hard to distinguish between twitchiness and an actual problem 

him being on suicide watch and unfortunate habit of destroying things a la the most violent way possible makes it worse 

Van Helsing (though not ADD) was the only teacher that never judged Seward for his ADD and actually told him about the recording technology when he caught wind of it 

sometimes Dr. Seward reorganizes his desk three times when he’s stressed for much of the same reasons why Renfield does the flies

[lonelypond]

Casual Lunacy, Ch 28

Love Live, NicoMaki, 2k, 28/?

SCREAM

Electricity practically buzzed in the stank, stifled air, starting when you entered from the alley leading to the Tech Sub-Basement’s door. Anju would occasionally hold the ends of her hair up, watching as they danced in the static from a bank of server racks, pressurized testing chambers and miscellaneous equipment. A different wind than she’d grown up with. No one to keep her company yet this afternoon so Anju sat behind the desk, examining her nails. She was very pleased with the way her new manicurist swirled red and blue polish together to create practically hypnotic purple spirals. She then turned her attention to the window up on the main screen. Tsubasa had been here last and lazy. With a disdainful tap, Anju closed the "Taser" search. A small shake of her head was the most she let herself react, even with no one else there, but werewolves? A waste of time. What use were they? Not even residual magic could be gathered from them. So what good was that?

Anju zoomed out another window, the one the camera Erena had deployed unnoticed on the light board fed into. Fangs was in rehearsal and Kashima and Nico were onstage, Nico’s head gripped against Dracula’s half bared, bloody breast, Kashima’s fanged scowl a gloating triumph. Anju delicately opened the thin silver cover of what everyone assumed was a watch at her wrist. Inside a small, polished shard of blue-red gemstone pulsed. Anju opened another window on the computer, the one tracking the feedback from the backstage meter. As the numbers jumped higher the gem gleamed brighter. That was what Anju was here for. Tsubasa could distract herself ineptly hunting useless werewolves all she wanted. But Anju was here to see if an audience would let Kashima and Nico unleash the levels of power she needed.

The theatre was silent, shocked. Kashima, having fled the vampire hunters, had paused on the other side of the window, staring back at Nico. The actors playing Seward, Van Helsing, Holmwood and Morris surrounded the bed, stock still. Nico’s mouth had dropped open, nothing coming out. Micah stirred in the bed next to her, considering if he should “wake up” and startle Nico. Nico never froze. Her ability to improvise a line was legend. Micah wondered briefly what was going on to interfere with Nico’s formerly rock solid work habits. Then Nico snapped back in, with a scream that shook the walls.

“Feel guilty yet?” Eli whispered. She was leaning against the foot of Nozomi’s stool, waiting until The Three Sisters scene came back around. This rehearsal was to lock in the Dracula effects they were using so tech would go easier. Nozomi had her deck out and her boots off and was considering the latest message from the cards while her foot stroked Eli’s back.  

Nozomi muttered, unhappily, before meeting concerned blue eyes, “The cards agree with you.”

“Really?” Eli bounced up to stand behind Nozomi, arms pulling the other woman into her chest.

Nozomi snapped fingers at them as she frowned. All reversed. Eli got that right off. Four Of Swords. The Sun. Queen of Swords.

“They don’t look bad?” Eli ventured, still unsure about meanings. “What do they tell you?”

Nozomi clucked at herself, fingers tracing the Queen of Swords’ profile. “Don’t be a bitch.”

Eli didn’t reply, she just held Nozomi closer.

The scene couldn’t be over soon enough for Nico. Her blanking on lines kept getting worse and worse, which pulled everyone even more out of character. Ben Thani, playing Arthur Holmwood, came down with a fit of nervous giggles, bringing everything to a complete stop until he recovered. Kashima stayed in the wings, watching, eyes full of sympathy. Nico had never had a rehearsal like that. Echoes of Nozomi’s voice kept taunting her, memories of Maki kept tempting her and Mina Murray wasn’t locked in enough to give Nico an escape. So she froze and stuttered and failed. And wanted to SCREAM. Again. Out of character. But before Nico could get offstage to vent some of her frustration, Professor Asuka’s voice stopped her.

“Ms. Yazawa, we will be in much better shape this weekend, if you start to take this seriously.” The director’s tone of voice wasn’t snarky, just considered, professional appraisal. It lashed Nico, who was feeling like a complete amateur, someone who thought you could just make lines up. Pained, Nico bit back a chirpy response. She knew the director was right. She had a head full of werewolf danger and an ear full of shrill teasing. Nico needed to focus on Fangs, opening night was next week. She had obviously not cleared enough room in her schedule for practically a starring role, love interest, two solos, her regular work and class schedule AND a sexy, clingy, werewolf girlfriend. But there was nothing Nico would quit. Nor could she continue to perform this badly. Too much was at stake.

Nico nodded at the director, heading backstage to change out of her nightdress. Vampire hunting outfit. Anju and Kotori had found her costume jewelry, a lovely silver brooch inset with blue-red stones.

Nozomi was waiting at the rack. Nico really didn’t have time for any of this and attempted to ignore her current nemesis, but unsurprisingly, Nozomi refused to acknowledge Nico’s obvious rancor.

“Nico has to change. Privacy please.” Nico glared, whacking Nozomi with the end of a hanger.

Nozomi shrugged, expression smug.

“Nico is not telling you anything.” Nico stepped into her skirt, then pulled the nightdress over her head.

“The cards are worried about our relationship.” A teasing moue from Nozomi pushed Nico to almost her limit, but backstage was a quiet, sacred zone. “I might have been rude, Nico-chi.”

Nico stopped, arms still trapped in the nightdress, staring at Nozomi in disbelief. “We don’t have a relationship. Nico tolerated your company but now we both have better things to do…”

Nozomi giggled, Nico groaned internally hearing her own phrasing. “Such a crass and impersonal way to refer to...”

Nico bared her teeth as she buttoned herself into her blouse.

Nozomi changed tacks, without apologizing, smoothing out the nightdress on its hanger, “Oh, Nico-chi. We’re not through yet. We’ve been friends for two years and we will continue.”

The less Nico responded, in any way, the sooner Nozomi would disappear.

“I’m serious about you leaving Maki alone.” Nico gritted.

“I know.” Nozomi paused. “I shouldn’t have baited you like that.”

Nico shrugged.

“No response? But I’m being sincere.” Nozomi sounded puzzled.

Nico was fed up and just wanted to be somewhere with her script and no one demanding she have a reaction to their drama, so her response shredded any belief in Nozomi’s sincerity. “Should I thank your girlfriend or the cards for your change of heart?”

“Eli.” Nozomi giggled, “The cards just agreed with her. But she’s my fiancée now.”

Fiancée. Of course Nozomi, who spends her time harassing everyone she knows and ruining their peace of mind, if not their lives, gets a girlfriend, now a fiancée out of it. While Nico got gray hairs from werewolf worries. The next time Umi started in on her litany of complaints against Nozomi, Nico would just pull an endless series of double espressos and cheer her on, rather than try to defend the psychic blunder.

“Nico has to go.” She pulled on her jacket, “Congratulations. You don’t deserve her.” The look in Nozomi’s eye as she shrugged was so self deprecating that Nico softened slightly. Not that she’d let on, “As long as we’re clear on that.”

Nozomi headed for the exit. Nico headed to the other side of the stage, where the rest of the vampire hunters were waiting for their next entrance. She felt weary again as her anger drained. More rehearsal, then work. The thought of Maki’s bright, amethyst eyes glowing with joy at seeing her was the only thing keeping Nico from crying, overcome by exhausted frustration.

Maki slid her arm into her flannel shirt. Her father had just finished prodding her ribcage through her tank top.

“All healed up as far as I can tell without an x-ray.” Her father announced. Then he put an arm around his daughter’s shoulders, “I’m glad you decided to stop by. Your mother and I were worried.”

Maki shrugged. She didn’t really want to start a Nico related conversation with either of her parents. Pretty much ever.  On cue, her mother returned, carrying a tray with a pot and three cups.

“How’s your paper coming?”

“I’ve been busy.” Maki sat on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. Her mother raised an eyebrow at Maki’s curt response, but held back her own retort, taking a moment to pour the tea out. “So when are you bringing Nico home to dinner to officially meet us?”

“Tomorrow.” Maki, sighed, letting a minor note of apology color her voice, “So she can work on her lines while I work on my paper.” Maki stared into her tea, nervous, “Then she wants to stay over, if that’s okay.”

The Doctors Nishikino exchanged a quick glance, before Maki looked up, voice earnest. “Nico’s very serious about her…” studies didn’t seem a serious enough word, considering Nico’s views on Nico’s future in theatre, “career.” Maki sipped, satisfied at that phrasing.

“Ambition is a laudable quality,” Maki’s mother sat next to her daughter, smiling. “As is effective planning. We’d be happy to have Nico here with us tomorrow. Or any day.”

Maki was suddenly suspicious of parental intent, head full of Nico in performance mode and parents in inquisitive mode. “Don’t make a fuss, please.”

Dr. Nishikino winked at her husband and laughed at her daughter, “No promises, Maki, dear. Meeting prospective spouses is like a full moon to a parent.”

“Mama.” Maki whined, covering her blush with a pillow, trying not to imagine Nico’s reaction to being called a “prospective spouse.”

N: ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ Hi, pretty girl. Nico’s had a crazy night and the Cup o’ is slammed ＝(￣□￣;)⇒ Not a spare seat. Can you just wait at my apartment, if you still want to see Nico?

Maki was helping her mom finish the dishes when her phone went off. Her mother leaned over her shoulder, shamelessly snooping. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Nico, haven’t you.”

Maki nodded, biting her lip as she considered her response.

“Sometimes, spending every minute together isn’t a positive thing in a relationship, Maki.” Maternal nudging wasn’t going to stop.

Maki closed her eyes, trying to clear out thoughts of what she’d been hoping Nico would be wanting to do after work before she tried to have this conversation with her mother. Her mother. Take a deep breath, think wolf on the couch watching a movie cuddled next to Nico thoughts. “Nico gets cold.”

Dr. Nishikino nearly pulled off the refrigerator door as holding in the laughter at the earnest sincerity in her daughter’s voice tried to double her over. Dr. Nishikino the taller wandered in, curious as to what had amused his wife. She was holding a hand to her forehead, eyes closed, attempting to regain control as Maki started to back away. She’d shoved her phone in her pocket and was nearly out the door when her mother spoke again, “S...sorry, Maki. We were just having a discussion, dear, about not needing to be with someone every minute.”

Maki was feeling increasingly besieged as her parents exchanged another look, although her father was remembering the recent night she’d gone missing, “I think Maki and Nico are both responsible enough to set their own boundaries.”

“Thank you, Papa.” Maki kissed her father on his cheek and ducked into the living room to reply to Nico’s text.

“You know I’m right.” Dr. Nishikino frowned at her husband.

“I’d rather know she was at Nico’s than wake up in the morning and find her missing.”

“Oh.”

M: If you want me to, I’ll wait for you at your apartment.

Maki paused before typing the next sentence, remembering what her mother said and wondering if Nico would be too tired after a long day for company.

M: Unless you need some alone time.

Instant response.

N: Nico was looking forward to the the gleam in your eyes when you see Nico ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡ It was a rough rehearsal. Cuddling while Nico runs over her lines sounds perfect.

M: I’ll bring coffee and donuts (*^◇^)_旦

N: Maki is the best girlfriend (*￣▽￣)d

M: Nico is the best (っ´▽｀)っ

N: See you soon, Pretty Girl (~￣³￣)~

M: (ﾉ∀`♥)

Nico blew a kiss at her phone, before picking up the pot for refills. Maki was adorably goofy in a naively thoughtful way. Only Maki would offer to bring coffee over when Nico had just spent her entire night at the Cup o’, without thinking maybe Nico could bring home her own if she wanted. Or make it. But Nico wouldn’t mind the donuts. Or the company. Or the coffee, for that matter. Nico leaned in closer to Jens than she intended as she poured his refill, but he’d recover. It was a comforting feeling, knowing that there was someone out there, someone smart and gorgeous and sexy and cuddly and caring, who wanted to do something to make Nico smile. Nico had never expected that.

[agent-jaselin]

October 11

Dr. Seward speaks of Mina being amazing for 13 minutes, as he should. It cost him $130.00 even.

[agent-jaselin]

SEPTEMBER 22

Laughter is a King, and describing it takes Dr. Seward 10 minutes and 33 seconds to talk about it properly. He thinks it will be his last such recording, and it cost him $105.50

[agent-jaselin]

SEPTEMBER 11

Today’s recording lasted five minutes and forty-four seconds, totaling around $57.33

I like to think seward does the voices.

[agent-jaselin]

JULY 8th

Seward makes a fifty second recording about His patient’s pets, totaling roughly $8.33

This brings his total inflation adjusted tally to $65.49 for a total runtime of 6 minutes and 33 seconds, assuming he is being frugal and using every second on each wax cylinder.

At the end of the book, i will tally the total with the assumption that he moves to a new cylinder if there are less than thirty seconds left on the previous.

[agent-jaselin]

OCTOBER 1st

We check out Dracula's London Lair, and people need to listen to Renfield more. Dr. Seward;s musings take 28 minutes and 27 seconds of time, totaling around $284.50.

[agent-jaselin]

JULY 1st

July first, Dr. Seward has recorded 1 minute and 35 seconds of sound, for a total of 5 minutes and 43 seconds. 

This lifts his spending to around $57.16, adjusted for inflation   

Or $2.43 cents in his own time period. Equivalent to the average Daily wage of a Blacksmith in America at the time.

[agent-jaselin]

October 3rd

Dr. Seward and the others say goodbye to Renfield, the recording last for a staggering 1 hour, 6 minutes, and 35 seconds. Costing a total of $665.83

October 4th

Van Helsing has stolen the recorder! He talks for only 3 minutes and 50 seconds, costing his old student $38.33

October 5th

Another short recording from Dr. Seward. lasting only 9 minutes and 51 seconds, costing him $98.50

One wonders what he'll do on the trip.

[agent-jaselin]

SEPTEMBER 26

An investigation is held by Van Helsing and Dr.Seward! Our Doctor chats with us about it while trying to understand for around 26 minutes and 35 seconds!

There late right ramble and child rescuing added up to an inflation adjusted total of $265.80

SEPTEMBER 27

Some ideas are discussed, and Jack is happy about it. We here about it for 9 minutes and 40 seconds, costing around $96.66

SEPTEMBER 28

A short one while Dr. Seward proves Van Helsing's earlier fears about telling him right. He talks himself out of things for about 1 minute.

this costs our dear spend thrift $10.00

(Note: Sorry about the lateness again, I forgot after finally getting home XD)

[agent-jaselin]

September 10

Dr.Seward shouldn't nap, clearly. Today he spoke for 7 minutes and 55 seconds about events, a total of $79.16

[agent-jaselin]

SEPTEMBER 13th - 19th

I'm travelling, so ended up late on all of these. Still traveling but am going to try and keep up from now on, these are going to be posted in a set as a result!

SEPTEMBER 13

In an episode of frustration, Jack Seward relays the story to us over 6 minutes and 5 seconds, spending $60.83. But can we blame him his stress relief this time?

SEPTEMBER 17

He didn't have to include sound effects, but Dr. Seward is dedicated to drama. Though everyone else's writing likely beats his own portents. He spoke for only 2 minutes and 5 seconds, spending $20.83

SEPTEMBER 18

I appreciate cowboy music in tragedy. Jack describes the terrors in 19 minutes and 21 seconds, using nine and a half cylinders and spending $190.50

SEPTEMBER 19

A vigil is held and Lucy has a phonograph. 2 minutes and 33 seconds are recorded, and $25.50 are spent.

NOTE: Today's will be posted tomorrow, as it is 45 minutes long and It is almost midnight where I am at.

[agent-jaselin]

SEPTEMBER 8

A calmer Seward speaks for around 3 minutes and 49 seconds, or around $38.16.