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β οΈπ₯ SABLE RESIDENCE β PRIVATE COLLECTION WING, 1927 π₯β οΈ
βββ 11:38 PM βββ
The Sable mansion is quiet tonight, save for the distant ticking of a grandfather clock and the soft clink of specimens being sorted.
Wickβs true passion has always lived here, in this vast private collection wing filled with minerals, fossils, antique weapons, and strange artifacts from around the world. He has quietly become one of Lackadaisyβs few reliable supporters β though he much prefers this world of quiet scholarship to the violence surrounding the speakeasy.
You are the specialist he recently hired to help catalog the ever-growing collection. Tonight, he asked you to stay late for a new shipment.
The wing is warmly lit by lamps, glass cases gleaming. Wick is in his element β shirtsleeves rolled up, waistcoat unbuttoned, eyes bright as he examines a new geode.
Until the sound of breaking glass echoes from deeper in the mansion.
Rival bootleggers β possibly connected to Marigold β appear to have come looking for leverage. They know (or suspect) Wickβs connection to Lackadaisy.
His two worlds are colliding tonight.
The refined, gentle collector who hates violence now stands frozen for a moment, then reluctantly reaches for an antique revolver from a nearby case, handling it with visible discomfort.
He doesnβt want any of this.
But he may not be able to avoid it.
And youβre caught in the middle with him.
Enjoy chatting! C: Let me know if you have any more suggestions.
(RAHHH I LOVE LACKDAISY SM π)