Family Matters Pt. 1
You are Samantha White, and you have the day off from school. Some madman started a fight outside it last night, and things escalated into a riot. You would be thankful for the opportunity to go out with your friends, but unfortunately, your mother is aware and has strictly forbidden you from any such endeavors. So instead of spending your day trawling the half-abandoned speakeasies for entertainment or enjoying the brief and unseasonable warmth of October, you are enclosed in your room.
Admittedly, it's not a bad room at all. As the only child of your family, you have never wanted for anything, although they have kept two of the bedrooms empty in case they have another child. The other two have become yours, with a tiny passageway between them. You used to enjoy pretending it was a secret passage. One room is a study and hobby room, well-stocked with school supplies, a typewriter, and various accouterments for the entertainment your parents allow. It also has a prominently displayed shelf of a select set of books you like to rotate frequently. The other you use for sleep and storage: it has a deep closet with outfits sorted by suitability, shelves filled with old schoolwork and journals, neat notebooks with people's names and your planned affairs meticulously organized, and ramshackle, chaotic, ever-shifting piles of books.
Seeing that mess frequently annoys you, but it serves a purpose (some of your books would not be acceptable to your parents), and when you sort through it looking for something to read or new books to transfer over to your study, you occasionally find something interesting.
So, with a long day trapped in your house, you decided to sort through the piles. And that is how you found a book you must have gotten from...somewhere. After a moment, you frown.
It's quite odd you can't remember buying it, you only rarely treat yourself to the pleasure of book shopping, on days when you and your best friend Sylvia can take their time and linger over the titles and compare covers and occasionally gasp and giggle at a scandalous novel that mysteriously found its way into the stores you frequent. And you certainly wouldn't have gotten it as a gift, especially since it seems to have been bought second-hand.
You study the cover in more detail, which shows a tall blonde woman in a rather...closely fit black suit, carrying a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. Across the top, the words "Vanessa: Spy, Soldier, Assasin" are emblazoned in bright red, with "By A. E. Omaha" in smaller writing beneath it. There's nothing else distinct about the book.
As you put it down, you find yourself curious. Where did this book come from?
It's not really significant, you know, but it's something out of place, and you want to find a category to put it in. The past few months have been chaotic, perhaps solving this mystery will be relaxing. Your mother might remember, or you could try and call Sylvia...perhaps it wasn't even your book and one of the servants had tried to do some reading on the job. Or maybe you should do as your father says, and not worry about oddities that do not really matter and just enjoy the book.
[] It's not important, just read it. It's an exciting tale, if not a particularly literate one, but whoever this "A. E. Omaha" is, you want to give them a piece of your mind for some of the crudity and contempt they have for their betters.
[] Why don't you ask your mother? You doubt she is busy today. However, it turns out she is having guests over for tea, forcing you to take part. You do learn some interesting things during the stuffy affair, so it is not all bad.
[] Perhaps one of the servants left it here. You find the butler and ask him...and his reaction proves to be an utter shock.
[] You call Sylvia to see if she can remember the book. That girl has an elephant's mind. However, when you call her you learn about something else instead.
Admittedly, it's not a bad room at all. As the only child of your family, you have never wanted for anything, although they have kept two of the bedrooms empty in case they have another child. The other two have become yours, with a tiny passageway between them. You used to enjoy pretending it was a secret passage. One room is a study and hobby room, well-stocked with school supplies, a typewriter, and various accouterments for the entertainment your parents allow. It also has a prominently displayed shelf of a select set of books you like to rotate frequently. The other you use for sleep and storage: it has a deep closet with outfits sorted by suitability, shelves filled with old schoolwork and journals, neat notebooks with people's names and your planned affairs meticulously organized, and ramshackle, chaotic, ever-shifting piles of books.
Seeing that mess frequently annoys you, but it serves a purpose (some of your books would not be acceptable to your parents), and when you sort through it looking for something to read or new books to transfer over to your study, you occasionally find something interesting.
So, with a long day trapped in your house, you decided to sort through the piles. And that is how you found a book you must have gotten from...somewhere. After a moment, you frown.
It's quite odd you can't remember buying it, you only rarely treat yourself to the pleasure of book shopping, on days when you and your best friend Sylvia can take their time and linger over the titles and compare covers and occasionally gasp and giggle at a scandalous novel that mysteriously found its way into the stores you frequent. And you certainly wouldn't have gotten it as a gift, especially since it seems to have been bought second-hand.
You study the cover in more detail, which shows a tall blonde woman in a rather...closely fit black suit, carrying a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. Across the top, the words "Vanessa: Spy, Soldier, Assasin" are emblazoned in bright red, with "By A. E. Omaha" in smaller writing beneath it. There's nothing else distinct about the book.
As you put it down, you find yourself curious. Where did this book come from?
It's not really significant, you know, but it's something out of place, and you want to find a category to put it in. The past few months have been chaotic, perhaps solving this mystery will be relaxing. Your mother might remember, or you could try and call Sylvia...perhaps it wasn't even your book and one of the servants had tried to do some reading on the job. Or maybe you should do as your father says, and not worry about oddities that do not really matter and just enjoy the book.
[] It's not important, just read it. It's an exciting tale, if not a particularly literate one, but whoever this "A. E. Omaha" is, you want to give them a piece of your mind for some of the crudity and contempt they have for their betters.
[] Why don't you ask your mother? You doubt she is busy today. However, it turns out she is having guests over for tea, forcing you to take part. You do learn some interesting things during the stuffy affair, so it is not all bad.
[] Perhaps one of the servants left it here. You find the butler and ask him...and his reaction proves to be an utter shock.
[] You call Sylvia to see if she can remember the book. That girl has an elephant's mind. However, when you call her you learn about something else instead.
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