WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN DOCTOR WHO?
BITCHES BE SAYIN’ SOMEONE DIED.
The Ponds… The Ponds are gone…
itdoesnthavetobeaperfectworld:
Time is a healer. He thought as Mrs. Lovett talked about Albert.
When Mrs. Lovett began to talk about Mr. Todd’s skill with a razor he smiled and stroked his chin again. “The best in London, that is quite the title.” He said raising his eyebrow “Fast and neat is rare indeed. Artistry in shaving you say?… Yes, I think I may pay your Mr. Todd a visit. You will tell him to expect me at some point, yes?” He asked.
Vicki listened as Mrs. Lovett explained that it had been thirteen years since her husband had passed. Her mouth almost dropped hearing this. She couldn’t even bring herself to imagine one day with Bruce dead, let alone to go thirteen years with that kind of pain. She suddenly felt a new sense of admiration for this woman. She was obviously very strong minded to be able to get through all of this on her own. This only made the pie shop owner that much more endearing.
She felt a slight twinge of guilt when she noticed the woman get lost in thought and she herself worried that she’d said something to upset her. She was about to speak when she saw a grin return to Lovett’s lips. She felt relieved and as she heard her talk about the barber upstairs she noticed a sort of excitement in her eyes as she spoke of him. She wondered if perhaps Mrs. Lovett and this barber were somehow involved together.
Vicki then let her attention turn to her judge friend. She watched him consider what Mrs. Lovett had just said before he spoke. She then turned back to the pie shop owner and grinned at her. “He sounds wonderful. Maybe I’ll have to stop by some time just to watch him work if he’s as good as you say he is.”
She thought it best to not say anything further about Albert so that she would not upset Mrs. Lovett with any memories or heartache from it. She figured focusing on other, less sad subjects would be the best thing to do.
Lovett’s grin widened into a full smile when Judge Turpin agreed to stop by. Perfect! And if she was the one to get Todd his revenge, she knew he would appreciate her at last. He would enfold her in his arms and they would dance, twirling as they did when she first shared her idea with him. And he would love her then, she knew. She would help him erase all traces of his past beyond a shadow of a doubt, and then there would only be her and him.
( You an’ me, Mr. Todd )
When Vicki mentioned stopping in to watch Mr. T work, she couldn’t hold back a little chuckle. Oh, how he’d hate that. Not being able to off whoever he wanted, not being able to lose himself in the past. She would be sure to watch if Vicki ever did stop by. ”Ah yes, I’m sure he’d love to have someone admire his work,” she lied easily, grinning radiantly.
Turpin observed Mrs. Lovett as her smile widened, he couldn’t think why she was so happy about Mr. Todd receiving his custom. Perhaps she knew that Turpin would pay generously for a good shave. A good tip must be an exciting prospect for the working class. He thought.
“Does Mr. Todd often have people in to watch him work?” he asked. “I mean, with such a reputation I’d expect lots of people would like to witness his art.”
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Angelique thought for a long moment before biting her lip, ”Not much…Mainly just the market and the park, so I have but a single idea of what we could do.” She tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear. ”But I assume…
Angelique smirked at Turpins use of the word “Curious” and she turned to face him while continuing to walk backwards, “You seem like tge curious type - but to what extent is the real question.” She grinned before returning to Judge Turpin’s side. “And do you not just love having the final say in something?”
“Ah yes, I always have the final say.” He said with a grin. “I find I can contain my curiosity but I enjoy interrogating, perhaps, too much.”
itdoesnthavetobeaperfectworld:
Judge Turpin finished his gin and lemonade as he listened to Vicki talk about photography, there was passion behind her voice. He imagined photographs of the sea, he himself was quite fond of the ocean. Not in the same way as Mrs. Lovett seemed to but enough to feel at ease while he thought of it.
He was half lost in his own thoughts when Vicki brought up introductions. Turpin never know Nellie was widowed, the “Mrs.” must have come from somewhere but he simply assumed her husband was a traveler of some sort or not the social type. He felt a slight pang of empathy, he knew what it was like to lose a love. “A barber you say?” Turpin stroked his chin for a second. “Is he good at what he does?” He asked thinking it was about time he had a shave…
Vicki nodded in agreement at the woman. Things were different. That much was certainly true. It was also true that the sea was indeed a nice place. She could tell this woman had a fondness for it so much so that she almost thought she seemed sad thinking about it.
“Vicki Vale,” she smiled up at the woman whose name she now knew. “I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself sooner. It’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Lovett.”
Her thoughts then went to what Mrs. Lovett had said about her late husband. Maybe this was why the woman seemed so tired and sad. She was widowed and her heart went out to her for this. She frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your husband. That’s terrible.”
She then heard Turpin’s remark and thought about it for a second. How odd it seemed to have a barber right above a meat pie shop. She looked at Turpin for a moment before she turned to look at Mrs. Lovett again, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, does he do good business?”
Lovett smiled, nodding to Vicki. ”Nice to meet you too, dearie.” She watched Turpin deliberate over her comment and Vicki frown. Waving off their sympathies, Nellie shook her head. ”Ah, it’s alright. Was a while now - least thirteen years. Get accustomed to it, I guess.” It was true - while Eleanor initially missed Albert terribly, she hadn’t felt the love she fostered for Mr. Barker. It was more like the loss of a friend and caretaker than a lover, and as terrible as it seemed, Nellie didn’t find herself longing for him often. Now that she had Mr. Todd back, that was about all she could think about.
Her grin came back on her face when Turpin asked whether Todd did good business. ”Good is ‘ardly the word for it dear. Best barber in London ‘e is, least that’s what everyone says. I’ve seen his work, too, an’ I can tell you ‘e’s faster and neater than anyone I’ve ever seen. Proper artist with a knife.” Her eyes sparkled and she tilted her chin down slightly as she looked right at Tupin. “‘E’d fix a man like you up in no time, your Lordship.”
Time is a healer. He thought as Mrs. Lovett talked about Albert.
When Mrs. Lovett began to talk about Mr. Todd’s skill with a razor he smiled and stroked his chin again. “The best in London, that is quite the title.” He said raising his eyebrow “Fast and neat is rare indeed. Artistry in shaving you say?… Yes, I think I may pay your Mr. Todd a visit. You will tell him to expect me at some point, yes?” He asked.
Mrs. Lovett shrugged. ”One of me old friends. Can’t stop talking about you,” she said honestly, a smile pulling the corners of her mouth up. ”And it would be such an…. honor… to ‘ave the Great Judge Turpin’s patronage in my shop.” She bowed her head slightly, looking up at him though thick black lashes, fully aware that her cleavage was displayed a little less than appropriately.
He stared down at her. “Does he know me?” He asked curiously, trying hard to keep his eyes fixed on hers and not her cleavage. But in the end giving up and just looking into the middle distance.
Lovett smirked. ”Ah, think ‘e dealt with you once in court. Calls you a paragon of virtue, London’s own saint, all the like I’m sure you’ve ‘eard ‘undreds of times.” She noticed his eyes staring a bit lower than was appropriate and cleared her throat delicately, pushing her shoulders back. “As I was sayin’, Judge Turpin sir, you should surely stop by for a delectable pie.”
Judge Turpin raised an eyebrow and smirked to himself as he appreciated his ego being fluffed. This positive talk was exactly what was needed to convince him to visit Mrs. Lovett’s shop. “Yes, surely a meat pie would be wonderful.” He said with a smile.
Lovett’s grin widened, if possible, when he agreed to go to her shop. ”Perfect! I’ll wait to see you there.” She readjusted the basket on her arm, pushing it farther up to the crook of her elbow. ”Best come sooner rather than later: me pies tend to run out quickly. I’ll be sure to put some to the side for you, though. Can’t go empty for the most Honorable Judge Turpin.”
He smiled slightly when he saw how widely she had grinned when he agreed to go to her shop. “Well I’m sure I will see you again very soon, Mrs. Lovett.” He said before turning on his heel and continuing his stroll through the market.
Mrs. Lovett pursed her lips when he began to speak again. Even hisvoicewas slimy. It was low and smooth, drawling,seductivein a revolting way. It caressed her ears, filthy fingertips wrapping around her body and making her shiver in revulsion. “I… yeah, Mrs. Lovett’s Meat Pies, down on Fleet Street,” she finally said, fighting to keep a smile on her face. It wasn’t that difficult, seeing as she’d had to deal with many a troublesome customer at her shop.
“You should…. stop by sometime,” she said, a true smile on her face. “I know someone who’d love to see you there,” Mrs. Lovett added offhandedly, glancing away with a smirk on her face.
Turpin silently analysed her as she spoke, he watched her face become more relaxed as she neared the end of what she was saying. “Oh really, who would that be?” He asked curiously, who in the pie shop could possibly want to see him? He thought. Maybe he would pop along to Mrs. Lovett’s meat pie emporium some time.
Mrs. Lovett shrugged. ”One of me old friends. Can’t stop talking about you,” she said honestly, a smile pulling the corners of her mouth up. ”And it would be such an…. honor… to ‘ave the Great Judge Turpin’s patronage in my shop.” She bowed her head slightly, looking up at him though thick black lashes, fully aware that her cleavage was displayed a little less than appropriately.
He stared down at her. “Does he know me?” He asked curiously, trying hard to keep his eyes fixed on hers and not her cleavage. But in the end giving up and just looking into the middle distance.
Lovett smirked. ”Ah, think ‘e dealt with you once in court. Calls you a paragon of virtue, London’s own saint, all the like I’m sure you’ve ‘eard ‘undreds of times.” She noticed his eyes staring a bit lower than was appropriate and cleared her throat delicately, pushing her shoulders back. “As I was sayin’, Judge Turpin sir, you should surely stop by for a delectable pie.”
Judge Turpin raised an eyebrow and smirked to himself as he appreciated his ego being fluffed. This positive talk was exactly what was needed to convince him to visit Mrs. Lovett’s shop. “Yes, surely a meat pie would be wonderful.” He said with a smile.
itdoesnthavetobeaperfectworld:
Turpin nodded along with Mrs. Lovett “Yes, I had never met a female photographer before Vicki, it’s an odd choice of career… Although, quite wise. I can see photography coming in to high demand in the future, and being a good photographer could be quite profitable.” He said then returned to his lemonade.
Vicki got the strangest and most awkward feeling that she wasn’t in the right time. Things were starting to add up and not make much sense, but how could she be? How could she have gotten here? More importantly, how was she going to get home? She took another long sip of her root beer just trying to calm her nerves. Maybe she was just imagining things. Maybe she was dreaming. Or maybe she was just thinking too much.
She smiled at the shop owner when she talked about being by the sea. It was the first time since entering the shop that the woman looked truly happy. She could tell it was a dream for her to be there and a very joyful dream at that. She took one more sip of her root beer before she placed it back on the table and glanced at both Turpin and the shop owner.
“Oh, no, not by the sea, but I have been there many times. I have traveled a lot and actually photography is considered quite an art. There are a lot of photographers out there now. It’s not an easy business by any means, but I’m also not the only woman who does it. In fact, one of my closest friends is a bit of a photographer. It’s more of a hobby for her now, but I’m betting it’ll turn into a career for her.”
Vicki sense she may be rambling on about things that neither people understood or wanted to hear about. Looking down at her fingers, tapping them against the table, she thought of a way to turn the subject at hand back on them. Then she remembered something she shop owner had said. Her eyes were carefully on hers in an instant as she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. “If you don’t mind me asking, who are Mr. T and Albert?”
Lovett gave a small smile, nodding her head in polite agreement with Turpin though she refused to say anything in response to him. Though she normally had a cool head when it came to pressure, she didn’t want to take any chances, especially with this woman right here. It was true, though, that photography would surely prove to be an effective tool. Paintings were too time consuming and expensive to have done, and photographs always boasted a perfect likeliness of the subject, to an extent even an artist could not mimic.
She clucked when the woman mentioned she didn’t live by the sea. ”Shame. Such a nice place, the sea.” She raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side. ”Ah, really? Must be quite different in America, then.” It was almost like another world. She’d have to ask Anthony about the country in more detail the next time he stopped by for a pie instead of keeping the topic focused on Johanna the whole time. She doubted the boy would be able to speak of anything else for long, though.
“Oh, sorry, I guess I ‘avent introduced myself or anyone else really. I’m Mrs. Lovett, dear. Albert was me late ‘usband, and Mr. Todd is the barber who rents the room upstairs from me. And you are?”
Judge Turpin finished his gin and lemonade as he listened to Vicki talk about photography, there was passion behind her voice. He imagined photographs of the sea, he himself was quite fond of the ocean. Not in the same way as Mrs. Lovett seemed to but enough to feel at ease while he thought of it.
He was half lost in his own thoughts when Vicki brought up introductions. Turpin never know Nellie was widowed, the “Mrs.” must have come from somewhere but he simply assumed her husband was a traveler of some sort or not the social type. He felt a slight pang of empathy, he knew what it was like to lose a love. “A barber you say?” Turpin stroked his chin for a second. “Is he good at what he does?” He asked thinking it was about time he had a shave…
Angelique thought for a long moment before biting her lip, ”Not much…Mainly just the market and the park, so I have but a single idea of what we could do.” She tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear. ”But I assume you do.”
“Plenty.” He said with an affectionate smirk.
“Perhaps I could show you around, a lot of London looks the same but everything is different in its own way. There are a lot of markets, a lot of restaurants et cetera… There are also some rather charming theatres. Is there anywhere in particular you would like to go?”
”I’d actually love to see the courthouse,” Angelique answered after a long moment of thought. ”If you don’t mind me seeing where you work..” She grinned up at Turpin.
“No not at all.” He replied, admiring her smile. “It’s not far from here and quite an interesting walk. The courthouse itself is an interesting building, architecturally…” He began as they walked. “Is there any reason you were interested in it?” He asked curiously.
Angelique shrugged her shoulders as they walked, ”I’ve just always had a secret love for anything to do with crime…” She smirked and watched Turpin’s expression change. ”Defeating crime I mean - not the other way around.”
Turpin tilted his head to the side as she spoke. “Really? I have always had a similar passion.” He smiled. “The inner workings of a criminal’s mind intrigues me. I’m a very curious man…”
“Thank you, I’m sure we’ll run into each other fairly soon.” He said with a smile. “I should probably be on my way now also. My ward will be wondering where I’ve gotten to.” He said, completely clueless to the fact that he was the last person Johanna wanted to see.
