December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic Fairfax perked up the moment Eudora asked him for his opinion. Holding up a finger for her to give him a moment, he hurried over to a trunk--the same one that Andromeda had opened in 2016--and pulled out the first book he could find. It was the diary of a Ms. Coyne, but he hardly paid any attention to that. He then rushed over to the nightstand next to the bed and snatched up a pencil, drawing a line on the side of the book, marking each page.
"My colleagues will likely dispute with me over this, but time is a human construct," Fairfax explained. "It's how we perceive the fourth dimension. So imagine, if you will, that we are the pieces of paper in this book." Fairfax then opened up the diary and held a single sheet up for demonstration, before closing the diary again. "As time passes, the paper accumulates."
He then opened the book again and grabbed that single sheet of paper. Next, he allowed other pieces of paper to fall against the first piece, growing larger and larger in number until his crudely drawn line in pencil was once more visible, formed by the edges of the paper. "This line, while we cannot see it, is time...It's the fourth dimension. No matter what we do, we can't change that line. So....time is fixed, then."
Folly gave Fairfax a confused stare, while Andromeda nodded.
"I disagree," Andromeda said.
"The theory is sound, but...But we have events like gravitational microlensing that can only be observed because of warping in spacetime. Mass, energy, matter...It all constantly distorts time. Time is the fourth dimension, but it isn't fixed. It can change, constantly even." Fairfax's mouth dropped slightly. "Pardon me, miss, but are you a scientist?"
"I minored in Astronomy," Andromeda said, with a slight blush from the way Fairfax was looking at her.
"But my point is...Einstein rings and all wouldn't be able to exist if what you're saying is true, Fairfax." Folly shook her head. Everything Fairfax and Andromeda were discussing had started to give her a bit of a headache. She was almost grateful when Emmie reminded her of her murder from earlier, to which Folly could only nod. She didn't regret shooting Alexander in the slightest. In her opinion, it was self defense. A demon was hunting her, after all.
"Andromeda Aldrich," Andromeda introduced herself, nodding at Eudora.
"Now we need to figure out how to get back, before more people die...Something's happening at the circus tonight. The demon who killed my father? He's going to be there." Folly paled slightly. It wasn't clear if it was from the mention of the demon or going to the circus. Fairfax, bless his heart, seemed a bit oblivious. "Well, Folly's an acrobat in the show! I'd love to see her perform, you know."
December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent By now, most of the performers have gotten themselves ready and made their way into the main tent. A few of them have liberal amounts of make-up applied, while others are still crying softly from the events of the day and will go into make-up later, once they've calmed down. Boris dragged himself in towards the tail end of the crowd, keeping an eye out for his assistant, Thalia. His costume is in tatters and a knife twirls in his hand. Thalia would recognize the knife as the one that almost killed Folly ages ago.
"Glad you could all be here!" the ringmaster calls out, his voice booming as he laughs a bit. "We have a special guest here this evening," he paused, gesturing towards the lab coat wearing man, who gave a bit of a wave to the performers. "And remember, this is our first show since the Christmas break. Let's make it a good one, eh?"
"So, for today's rehearsal...Let's have Lilith up first, with Boris and Thalia waiting in the wings!"
December 28th, 2016 - the Police Station Well, holy shit. Liam, the lucky fellow, rolled a perfect twenty. Those chains practically fall off of him, as adrenaline courses through his veins and helps him to use his strength to the best of his ability. Glancing around the room, he won't see anyone else coming in. Curiously, however, the hooded figure's cloak has vanished. No one could have taken it. Liam didn't see anyone come in or out of the room. But either way, it's gone. There's nothing to suggest that anyone else was imprisoned in the room with him.
However, as Liam moves around the station, he'll notice every cop held in some sort of trance. They aren't dead and they aren't unconscious. It's as if they've been frozen in time. Some were holding their guns, aiming at something Liam couldn't see. Others were on the ground, staring blankly up towards the ceiling. They were hardly even breathing.
