canon is arsenic and old lace. mun is terrible.

[12gentlemen]

Oh dear, I can't imagine why you'd even think of putting me into one of your little games as a villain! Like one of the dark-dressed gentlemen you see in Junior's scary pictures-- how could anyone ever mistake me for one of them!

Comments

this is fantastic.

[kindnesses]

Sometimes it can be hard to tell who's really villainous, from the outside.

;u;

[12gentlemen]

No, dear, I've found that truly villainous people always look it on the outside. [Like Jonathan...]

And you're far too young to be so cynical!

[kindnesses]

I've had a little experience in that department...

[12gentlemen]

[auntie... senses... tingling]

You're still far too young for it, I think. [this calls for drastic measures] Would you like some cookies, dear?

[kindnesses]

Cookies...?

[He's considering that offer, quite heavily, as a matter of fact...]

Mm, I do like cookies.

*yes.*

[backatthehotel]

Ma'am.

[He may look like a scruffy hooligan, but Pink has a soft spot for old ladies, okay.]

They get confused 'bout sh - that sort of thing, sometimes, I've found.

If you're going to the place I think you are, though, ma'am, I'd be happy to help you around, an' vouch for you.

[12gentlemen]

[Well, he does look like a hooligan, but he does sound like an awfully polite young man, and that counts for a lot in Abby's book.]

That's very kind of you, dear. It seems like I'll need all the help I can get, since it doesn't seem like Martha is coming along with me. It all seems so terribly unfair: First, they want to label me as some sort of- of no-good person, and now they're separating sisters! I don't think I'll like this place very much at all!

[backatthehotel]

It does that. Made me lucky, I s'pose. I didn't really have anyone left to miss. [and whose fault was that?]

You meet new people, at least. Though it doesn't all make up for it.

[12gentlemen]

Oh dear, look at me going on about missing people when you don't have anyone at all! You must be terribly lonely. [GOOD GOD MAN DON'T TELL HER THAT DON'T DRINK THE WINE]

Yes, that does sound rather nice. I'm not able to get out of Brooklyn very much, at my age, so it'll be a change of pace... I'm not sure how I feel about meeting villains, however!

[backatthehotel]

[but she's such a nice old lady! at least the city has that whole coming back to life thing also good god he'd help her hide the bodies without a second thought]

I'm getting on alright. Made some friends, and I met a nice girl here, so maybe something'll come of that. Or not. It's not as bad as it could be, either way. [smile?]

There's actually a Brooklyn in the City. Though a few years on, I expect, from when you know it? Got myself a nice flat there.

Honestly? Some of them? Ain't all that bad. They're just up to their business, and not everyone understands it. Even the really bad ones, it ain't so hard to keep out of the way of. Just being polite does most of the work.

[12gentlemen]

Oh, how romantic! She's a very lucky girl. [young people in love. nothing better.]

Is there? Oh, I probably won't recognize a thing-- a hundred years can do that to a place, I suppose. I have quite a bit of catching up to do.

... Well, I still don't like it. They oughtn't let such people just go out and about like that!

[backatthehotel]

Aw. Thank you, ma'am.

[sympathetic nod] It's an adjustment. It's been one for me, and all I've got is about forty years to catch up on. Whole lot of fantastic conveniences, though, sprung up in the past hundred years. Refrigerators. Telly. Computers.

[Not gonna argue. May, in fact, be incapable of arguing with older women. Biggest momma's boy ever? Maybe.] I think they'd stop 'em if they could. But the police here -- um. They ain't as good as they could be. Honestly.