5 o'clock
by: Raye
It's 5 o'clock and the chimes sounding down the corridor from the great room are announcing the evening meal. How the great Captain Nemo expects them all to sit down at the same table for three meals a day when that single act seems an improbable feat, one rife with problems and too down-right ordinary. Besides the Captain and Agent Sawyer, the grandiose meals and delicate confections seems wasted on the group.
Jekyll's appetite was barely a whisper of what it should be; the strain of his internal conflict added to his gaunt appearance. Skinner was another story.
True to his 'former' profession, he loved to eat on the run. Sitting down for a meal seemed to upset his stomach, as his own habits would sour the appetites of others at the table if he were not reminded to dress appropriately at the table.
Point in fact, Skinner's lack of propriety seemed Mr. Quartermain's only reason for attending meals at all. It certainly wasn't for his own nutrition. Since his miraculous recovery in Africa, his appetite had been less than normal. When one of the assembled group had inquired on his reasons, they were gifted with a pointed look and a simple explanation that he was merely there to remind 'the blackguard' of his manners.
Finally, Mina... Mrs. Harker. Her diet was, as Skinner aptly called it, a 'bloody mess'. If it were not for her impeccable manners, surely their evening meal would be an impossible dream for even one as venerable as the Captain.
For now, as the League gathered, it was time for their little makeshift 'family' to sit down to an ordinary 5 o'clock meal.
by: Raye
It's 5 o'clock and the chimes sounding down the corridor from the great room are announcing the evening meal. How the great Captain Nemo expects them all to sit down at the same table for three meals a day when that single act seems an improbable feat, one rife with problems and too down-right ordinary. Besides the Captain and Agent Sawyer, the grandiose meals and delicate confections seems wasted on the group.
Jekyll's appetite was barely a whisper of what it should be; the strain of his internal conflict added to his gaunt appearance. Skinner was another story.
True to his 'former' profession, he loved to eat on the run. Sitting down for a meal seemed to upset his stomach, as his own habits would sour the appetites of others at the table if he were not reminded to dress appropriately at the table.
Point in fact, Skinner's lack of propriety seemed Mr. Quartermain's only reason for attending meals at all. It certainly wasn't for his own nutrition. Since his miraculous recovery in Africa, his appetite had been less than normal. When one of the assembled group had inquired on his reasons, they were gifted with a pointed look and a simple explanation that he was merely there to remind 'the blackguard' of his manners.
Finally, Mina... Mrs. Harker. Her diet was, as Skinner aptly called it, a 'bloody mess'. If it were not for her impeccable manners, surely their evening meal would be an impossible dream for even one as venerable as the Captain.
For now, as the League gathered, it was time for their little makeshift 'family' to sit down to an ordinary 5 o'clock meal.