#assizes court

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“DUFFERIN CO. ASSIZES,” Grand Valley Star & Vidette. November 20, 1930, Pg 1. --- Jury Throws Out Slander Action—Cattle Thief is Given One Year—Judgment Reserved in Harkies vs. Lord Dufferin Hospital Case: ---- Dufferin County Fall Assizes closed at Orangeville on Friday afternoon, Justice Raney having been on the bench since Tuesday. The slander action brought by Mrs. Lottie Nixon, of Melancthon Township, against John Wallace, a neighbor, was concluded when the jury brought in a verdict to the effect that the jurors were unable to say which side was telling the truth, and recommended that the action be thrown out and each side pays his own costs.

The case against a young Mono farmer, Arthur Rutledge, charged with theft of three cattle from Hamilton McKim, of Camilla, was commenced on Wednesday. Harry Whittaker, formerly of Toronto, but who is at present servicing a term in Kingston Penitentiary, was the chief witness for the Crown and told of having driven the cattle to the Rutledge farm and then, in company with Rutledge, taking them to a Toronto abattoir and dividing up the proceeds, $139.

One year in the reformatory was the sentence meted out to Rutledge on Friday, the accused having been found guilty of the theft of three cattle.

Counsel in the Harkies vs. Lord Dufferin Hospital case, made three attempts to settle the action out of court, but was unsuccessful and the trial was completed on Friday. Justice Raney reserved his decision but will announce it within a month. The action was brought by Clifford Harkies, father of Ralph, a three-year old infant, who allegedly was severely scalded while a patient in the institution last June. The child was suffering from congestion of the lungs and on orders of Dr. C. I. Scott, steam treatment was applied.

Nurse Dynes swore that the outfit was working efficiently when she left the room. A few minutes later she heard a cry and discovered that the infant had met with the accident.

#orangeville #dufferin county #assizes court #slander #cattle theft #cattle thieves #stolen cattle #sentenced to the penitentiary #kingston penitentiary #toronto #mono township #dead child #scalding #civil suit #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #sentenced to prison #ontario reformatory

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Agnes, her sister Elizabeth Fraunces and her 18-year-old daughter, Joan from Hatfield Peverel, were accused at the Chelmsford Assize court of killing a neighbour, William Fynee, by witchcraft.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

#book quotes #normal women #philippa gregory #nonfiction #agnes waterhouse #elizabeth fraunces #joan waterhouse #the examination and confession of certaine wytches at chensforde #60s #1560s #16th century #john phillips #chelmsford #assize court #killing #death #murder #neighbor #william fynee #witchcraft

[twothirdsgenius]

not now babe, i have to defend david smith on a true crime subreddit

#i haven’t read the entire court transcripts from chester assizes and 25 years worth of letters written by m*ra h*ndley #just for people to still be blaming my man david

[secretmellowblog]

It’s fascinating to see how much Jean Valjean’s characterization lines up with modern descriptions of PTSD. When Jean Valjean is triggered by upsetting reminders of the galleys —or believes he might be forced to go back to the galleys—he often forgets where he is, has “panic attacks” where he becomes disconnected from reality, doesn’t hear people when they’re talking to him, and behaves frantically/desperately or attempts to flee as if he’s being attacked even if no one is actually attacking him.

When he comes across the chain gang with Cosette, he becomes frozen in terror and seems to believe for a moment that he is the one being pursued:

Jean Valjean’s eyes had assumed a frightful expression. They were no longer eyes; they were those deep and glassy objects which replace the glance in the case of certain wretched men, which seem unconscious of reality, and in which flames the reflection of terrors and of catastrophes. He was not looking at a spectacle, he was seeing a vision. He tried to rise, to flee, to make his escape; he could not move his feet. Sometimes, the things that you see seize upon you and hold you fast. He remained nailed to the spot, petrified, stupid, asking himself, athwart confused and inexpressible anguish, what this sepulchral persecution signified, and whence had come that pandemonium which was pursuing him.

(….)

Jean Valjean returned home utterly overwhelmed. Such encounters are shocks, and the memory that they leave behind them resembles a thorough shaking up.

Nevertheless, Jean Valjean did not observe that, on his way back to the Rue de Babylone with Cosette, the latter was plying him with other questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was too much absorbed in his own dejection to notice her words and reply to them.

In Arras, he spends most of the night overwhelmed by a sense of unreality that often turns to terror, and at one point even blindly runs through the empty halls of the courthouse “as if pursued” in a moment of panic:

He sought to collect his faculties, but could not. It is chiefly at the moment when there is the greatest need for attaching them to the painful realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain. He was in the very place where the judges deliberated and condemned. With stupid tranquillity he surveyed this peaceful and terrible apartment, where so many lives had been broken, which was soon to ring with his name, and which his fate was at that moment traversing. He stared at the wall, then he looked at himself, wondering that it should be that chamber and that it should be he.

(…)

As he dreamed, he turned round, and his eyes fell upon the brass knob of the door which separated him from the Court of Assizes. He had almost forgotten that door. His glance, calm at first, paused there, remained fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among his hair and trickled down upon his temples.

At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of authority mingled with rebellion, which is intended to convey, and which does so well convey, “Pardieu! who compels me to this?” Then he wheeled briskly round, caught sight of the door through which he had entered in front of him, went to it, opened it, and passed out. He was no longer in that chamber; he was outside in a corridor, a long, narrow corridor, broken by steps and gratings, making all sorts of angles, lighted here and there by lanterns similar to the night taper of invalids, the corridor through which he had approached. He breathed, he listened; not a sound in front, not a sound behind him, and he fled as though pursued.

When he had turned many angles in this corridor, he still listened. The same silence reigned, and there was the same darkness around him. He was out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself up with a shiver.

In the bishop’s house, he panics at the sound of a door opening:

He decided on his course of action, and gave the door a third push, more energetic than the two preceding. This time a badly oiled hinge suddenly emitted amid the silence a hoarse and prolonged cry.

Jean Valjean shuddered. The noise of the hinge rang in his ears with something of the piercing and formidable sound of the trump of the Day of Judgment.

In the fantastic exaggerations of the first moment he almost imagined that that hinge had just become animated, and had suddenly assumed a terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, and warn and to wake those who were asleep. He halted, shuddering, bewildered, and fell back from the tips of his toes upon his heels. He heard the arteries in his temples beating like two forge hammers, and it seemed to him that his breath issued from his breast with the roar of the wind issuing from a cavern. It seemed impossible to him that the horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by him, had taken the alarm, and had shouted; the old man would rise at once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their assistance; in less than a quarter of an hour the town would be in an uproar, and the gendarmerie on hand. For a moment he thought himself lost.

He remained where he was, petrified like the statue of salt, not daring to make a movement.

He often behaves as if on autopilot, mechanically doing actions without seeming to understand what he’s doing or hear who he’s speaking to, the way he unfortunately does with Petit Gervais:

“My piece of money!” cried the child, “my white piece! my silver!”

It seemed as though Jean Valjean did not hear him. The child grasped him by the collar of his blouse and shook him. At the same time he made an effort to displace the big iron-shod shoe which rested on his treasure.

“I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!”

The child wept. Jean Valjean raised his head. He still remained seated. His eyes were troubled. He gazed at the child, in a sort of amazement, then he stretched out his hand towards his cudgel and cried in a terrible voice, “Who’s there?”

Prison had such a massive horrific effect on his mind, and on the way he interacts with the world. He’s constantly living under this sense of terror and paranoia that he’s being pursued, that he will be brought back to the galleys, a terror that often turns into blind almost-mindless panic.

It’s been mentioned before and is a kinda basic analysis, but Jean Valjean’s prison sentence was really far more than nineteen years— the severe mental physical and emotional trauma from those nineteen years lasts his entire life.

#les mis #les mis letters #jean Valjean #lm 4.3.8 #I’ve also noticed this doesn’t show up in fanfic as often as you would think it would #? #Valjean constantly dissociating from reality and falling into these pits of blind terror #or automatic frightened obedience #I think it’s because it’s not in the musical and is primarily a book thing #but yeee

[random-brushstrokes]

André Devambez - Jean Valjean before the Arras Assize Court (Les Misérables), 1904

#André Devambez #french art #les miserables #1900s

[morbidology]

The historic unsolved murder of Julia Wallace has been the inspiration for many books and is regarded as one of the most baffling classic murder mysteries. William Herbert Wallace and his wife, Julia, lived in the district of Anfield, Liverpool. William lectured chemistry while Julia was an accomplished pianist.

On the evening of 18 January, 1931, William was attending a meeting at the Liverpool Central Chess Club. While there, he was handed a note which contained a message that came through on the telephone. The note was from a man who identified himself as “R.M. Qualtrough” who asked William to come to “25 Menlove Gardens East” the following evening at 19:30 to discuss an insurance deal. When the aforementioned time was approaching, William made his way to the address by tramcar. When he arrived at the area the address was said to be, he couldn’t find it. He asked a couple of police officers on duty as well as newsagent workers but according to everybody, this address didn’t exist. After searching for around an hour, he gave up and made him way back home. He was on a wild goose chase. He questioned who “R.M. Qualtrough” was and why he sent him to a non-existent address and how he knew he would be at the Liverpool Central Chess Club the previous evening.

When he arrived, William was stumped to find that he couldn’t open either the front door or back door. His next door neighbours, John and Florence Johnston, saw him looking perturbed and asked him what was going on. He walked around to the back again and this time, the door opened. As he entered his home, he was met by a ghastly scene. Lying in front of the gas fire in the living room was the bloody body of Juliet. “They’ve finished her, look at her brains…” a pale disturbed William exclaimed to the Johnstons. Police shortly arrived to assess the scene. Due to a major strike in 1919 that led to half of the force being dismissed, the handling of the investigation was a complete and utter shambles from the start.

The murder was a frenzied and brutal one indicating that the killer was most likely covered in blood. William didn’t have a spot on blood on him. In addition, an investigation of the sinks and drains revealed that they had not been used indicating the killer had left the home while drenched in Julia’s blood. Despite the fact that there was no evidence against him, investigators began to question whether William had killed his wife. It was uncovered that the phone call had come from a booth 400 yards from the Wallace household and they questioned why the door had opened when other witnesses were nearby. However, the reconstruction of times surrounding the murder swayed in William’s favour. Many people could place him on the tram at 19:06 and several witnesses saw Julia at 18:45 meaning that William would have only had 15 minutes to kill his wife, clean himself up, dispose of the murder weapon and clothing, and catch the tram.

Nevertheless, William was charged with murder and stood trial at Liverpool Assizes. All of the evidence against him was purely circumstantial yet he was found guilty and sentenced to death. However, the Court of Criminal Appeal quashed this verdict because it was “not supported by the weight of the evidence.” William was set free. He passed away two years later. To this day, nobody has ever been charged with Julia’s murder.

#true crime #unsolved #cold case #mystery

[fatehbaz]

Whitewash is extremely moral. Suppose there were a decree requiring all rooms in Paris to be given a coat of whitewash. I maintain that that would be a police task of real stature and a manifestation of high morality, the sign of a great people. -- Le Corbusier

A shocking call for compulsory whitening is made at the end of a key modernist manifesto. The pronouncement is associated with the signature whiteness of modern architecture -- an aesthetic regime that was presented as a complete revolution of the built environment in the 1920s and became the unconscious default setting of everyday life. Just look at the predominantly white background of most of the kitchens, offices, living rooms, bedrooms and bathrooms around the world [...]. Le Corbusier didn’t simply call for whitewash to be imposed by the police in the name of health. It was meant to act as a form of policing in its own right, a technology of surveillance that would put in motion an ever-expanding culture of self-policing. Whitewash exposes every dimension of life in front of it to judgement. It acts like “a court of assize in permanent session” that will “give a power of judgement to the individual,” and thereby “make each one of us a prudent judge.” [...] A “Law of Ripolin” -- the brand name of the hard impermeable and washable enamel “sanitary paint” invented at the end of the nineteenth century [...] is needed to ensure that all interiors are painted white to target any form of dirt or darkness:

Imagine the results of the Law of Ripolin. Every citizen is required to replace his hangings, his damasks, his wall-papers, his stencils, with a plain coat of white ripolin. His home is made clean. There are no more dirty, dark corners. Everything is shown as it is. Then comes inner cleanness [...]. When you are surrounded with shadows and dark corners you are at home only as far as the hazy edges of the darkness your eyes cannot penetrate. You are not master in your own house. Once you have put ripolin on your walls you will be master of yourself. [...]

---

Whiteness manufactures health, morality, and intelligence. [...] The office of a modern factory that is “clear and rectilinear and painted with white ripolin” is a place of “healthy activity” and “industrious optimism.” [...] Le Corbusier’s routinely authoritarian and often explicitly eugenic and fascist impulses, associations, and actions make him an easy target. But there are endless, quieter, ultimately more controlling and insidious celebrations of whiteness in other hands. Le Corbusier is but a tip of the vast iceberg of whiteness. [...]

The very idea of an interior is the effect of this everyday violence. Architecture is never simply complicit with authority. Authority without architecture might not even be thinkable. [...]

There is no apolitical concept of health; no natural body or brain waiting to be cared for or abandoned by medicine and architecture that is not already an effect of those biopolitical regimes.

It is through the question of sickness that architecture reshapes the human. The idea of a healthy architecture is always about the health of a small group relative to multiple others [...]. Whiteness is coded as a fragility requiring protection through continual acts of preemptive violence. Whiteness is not a thing but a defense and deployment of power over others. [...]

---

Whiteness in Le Corbusier’s The Decorative Art of Today, for example, is simultaneously the most modern thing to do, the very symptom of modernity, and the most ancient of gestures. [...] Le Corbusier’s argument was first published in a late 1923 issue of L’Esprit Nouveau [...]. It was, after all, the extended “Voyage d’Orient” of 1911 (including the Balkans and Greece, but especially Turkey) where Charles-Édouard Jeanneret, the young architect from a small mountain town in Switzerland who would a decade later rename himself “Le Corbusier,” became “besotted with white” and convinced that the future of architecture was white. Whiteness is discovered in the lands of the non-white; of those seen to be closer to deeper human history and therefore to be admired and learned from. In fact, the very point of going to the East was to encounter its “great white walls” as an antidote to the self-absorbed decadence of architecture in the North, as Jeanneret explained [...]. Jeanneret expresses nostalgia for the more intact and mesmerizing whiteness of the great mosques and vernacular houses of Constantinople (Istanbul) [...] [and] “Algiers-the-white.” [...] This pervasive sense of contamination provoked the call for a second, more explicit law to impose whiteness not only onto industrial culture, but also onto its victims: the people of color and places seen as newly “unhealthy” -- requiring, as it were, a dose of “their” own medicine. [...]

---

The “white” architecture of the 1920s drew on countless experiments in whitening buildings in the name of health. This included, precisely, the use of Ripolin that had already become standard in clinics, hospital wards, and sanatoria rooms at the turn of the century.

In 1899, for example, the Touring-Club de France, inspired by one of its [...] cyclist members who was a doctor, started a campaign for an easily disinfected “hygienic room” in hotels that would be Ripolin-lined [...]. Hotel rooms were treated as hotspots for contagion [...]. Given the largely upper-middle-class membership of the club, this anxiety about disease was also class anxiety, fear of the unclean other. The tourist was to be mobile yet isolated by a prophylactic whiteness that would itself travel in advance.

The Touring-Club exhibited such a prototype “white room” with toilette and toilet spaces designed by Gustave Rives at the 1900 Exposition Universelle in Paris -- strategically placed just inside the entrance of the Palais de l’hygiène [...]. The Touring-Club installed a series of such model chambres hygiéniques in automobile shows, congresses on tuberculosis, and international fairs. It was successful in persuading thousands of hotels to install such spaces [...].

Ripolin was used “everywhere,” for example, on the walls of the “hygienic housing” project for workers in Paris by Henri Sauvage and Charles Sarazin in 1903–1904. [...] The project was originally intended to feature a radical all-glass street façade with every window surrounded by webs of floor-to-ceiling hexagonal glass blocks [...] which would have been the most polemical housing structure possible, the most therapeutic role of glass, more extreme even than any sanatorium. The design was produced in immediate response to the new public health law of 1902 and the associated new building regulations. [...]

---

It is always about control of the threatening other of epidemic disease and control of the laboring poor, itself coded as dark, migrant, and contagious, a disease in its own right. And throughout this discourse of control, there is a seemingly “modern” disdain for disease-incubating ornament in favor of smooth white surfaces. [...] What is remarkable in the end is this trans-historical resilience of whiteness [...]. It orchestrates life and death.

---

Text by: Mark Wigley. “Chronic Whiteness.” e-flux (Sick Architecture series). November 2020. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

#ecology #abolition #health #imperial #colonial #landscape #modernity #temporal

[avelera]

Sir Robert Gadlen of Shere, Surrey?

So at one point for Giving Sanctuary and writing Hob in fics in general, I was looking for historical towns where he could have lived at various points in his life. Mostly (and to my increasing regret in Come live with me) I just eschew names entirely BUT there was one research rabbit hole I went down that was rather fun and made a good case for where Hob could have lived in 1589-roughly 1629.

In particular, I was looking for towns that were a workable distance from London, that is, close enough that one could reach the city for special occasions in a day or two using pre-modern travel but was far enough outside where one could have a sprawling estate. I wanted a town that was known for having Tudor mansions and, critically, I wanted it to be a town that had a river running through it for Hob's infamous drowning as a witch. Since I'm US not UK, all of this was educated guesses and I'm sure a native would find something laughable about my choice, but I eventually happened upon the town of Shere, in Surrey.

I had several reasons for why Shere in particular seemed a good fit for Hob's late 1500-early 1600s estate location:

The town is 25 mi/40 km outside London. Given the average cart speed was 4 mph/6 kmh especially when taking into account pre-modern roads. With a good horse you could do it in about a day's ride, with slower a more comfortable pace and breaks for water, half a day if you were in a hurry. It seemed the proper distance for a man on the rise in society like Hob would want to be, able to make frequent trips while still being landed with a country estate.

In the Medieval era the area was noted as being "one of the wildest in Surrey: sheep-stealers, smugglers, and poachers found a refuge in these remote hills. Some of the cottages have, still existing, very large cellars (excavated easily in the sandy hill), stated by H.E. Malden to have been "far too large for any honest purpose, and were no doubt made for storing smuggled goods till they could be conveniently taken on to London" (Source) - I was charmed by the idea that Hob would have known the area from his banditry days and that he in turn would be tickled by the idea of coming back to the site of his former ne'er-do-well stomping grounds, now with a purchased knighthood. Also couldn't hurt to know the area like the back of your hand (especially when on the run from witch hunters).

Shere is noted in the Domesday Book of 1086 which makes it old enough for Hob to have lived there then AND to this day it is known for its Tudor manors to this day which make it a popular filming location, with several Tudor estates and manor houses, one of which I like to imagine was Hob's during the days of his knighthood.

Here's a fun detail! "Shere has often been called one of the most beautiful villages in England; certainly few can surpass it in Surrey for a combination of those qualities that go to make up the ideal village… Shere is, therefore, the haunt of painters, many of them residents in and around, and samples of their handiwork may be inspected in the ancient Black Horse Inn." (Source) You can't tell me Hob wouldn't consider the town just because it has a Black Horse Inn, he would be giggle himself sick over that.

The River Tillingbourne runs through the center of the village. Particularly in Giving Sanctuary this was important to me because I imagined Hob being dragged from his estate into the center of town for his trial and drowning, for maximum dramatic effect, so I needed one close by that was deep enough to drown a man and sweep him away.

Now, there's one problem with Shere, which is that no witch trials happened there during James I's reign, which is when Hob would have been drowned...

... EXCEPT ONE:

"Despite James I's interest in witchcraft, just one case was brought before the Surrey Assizes in his reign, the outcome of which is unknown. There were probably others brought before the lesser court of Quarter Sessions, but the records for this period have not survived." (Source)

Perhaps since Surrey had no other witch trials, it was all the more reason for Hob to be "overconfident" that he had nothing to worry about? After all, what were the odds? And an unknown outcome, hmm, sure sounds like an excellent opportunity to fictionalize this as because Hob went back later and destroyed the records.

Anyway, this is the one town that fit all my requirements but in the end, I never ended up using the name (at least, not yet) in any of my fics. But I thought others might enjoy the outcome of my search!

#hob gadling #the sandman #1689 fic #giving sanctuary bts #giving sanctuary #sandman meta

[ferociousconscience]

From the Archives: An oil painting! "Jean Valjean devant la cour d'assises d'Arras" (eng. Jean Valjean before the Assize Court of Arras), by André Devambez, dated 1904.

#fc aesthetic tag #Valjean #jean valjean #les miserables

[yorksnapshots]

Good Morning Judge.

One of the ghostly mesh sculptures haunting the City of York.

The Judges Lodgings was built 1711 – 1726 with later additions. From 1806 it provided accommodation for Judges visiting York to sit in the Assize Courts. Now a hotel.

Should you get caught short while in the dining room do not worry as hidden behind a secret panel concealed by a window shutter, is a chamber pot which was for the use of Judges and other gentlemen diners!

#Sculpture #Art #Artwork #Balcony #Aesthetic #Ghost #Phantom #Haunting #Spirits #Fantasy #Witchy #Goblincore #Fairycore #Spooky Season #Goth #Gothic #Gothcore #Dark Academia #Photography #Places #History

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Rebel Prisoner Convicted Of Brutal Attack on Guard,” Toronto Globe. March 29, 1933. Page 16. ---- (Canadian Press Despatch.) Winnipeg, March 28. - William Gorda, Stony Mountain Penitentiary prisoner, today was found guilty by a jury in Assize Court of occasioning grievous bodily harm to Thomas Clayton, chief guard, last April. He was remanded for sentence by Mr. Justice A. K. Dysart. Gorda, evidence showed, attacked Clayton with a stone hammer and partially blinded him. Another convict, Thomas Jones, attacked Alfred Fisher, another guard, at the same time. During the disturbance that followed, Jones and Gorda were wounded, and Mike Behun, a convict who had no part in the trouble, was killed by shots fired by guards on the walls of the institution.

#winnipeg #assizes court #manitoba penitentiary #prison riot #assaulting a prison guard #prison violence #prisoner resistance #convict revolt #prison guards #prisoner death #death in prison #shot to death #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[thefreelanceangel]

From the Top 5 meme! Top 5 Dungeons or Raids please! and ty! <3

Dohn Mheg

This shouldn't be surprising, all things considered! I love Il Mheg and I particularly love the aesthetics of the dungeon. It also charms me that the enemies are either fae creatures coming to gleefully stomp the WoL for fun or woodland creatures being stirred up by the fuath just to fuck with you. (Plus, the second boss? I feel like such a badass on WHM when I can just burn down the vine wraps on everyone with a well-timed Assize.)

2. The Fell Court of Troia

Not only do I absolutely love this setting, but the mechanics are just fun! It's a level 90 dungeon that's right in the sweet spot of "when you're fully hit at max ilevel, you can plow through everything" so it's actually enjoyable to pull wall-to-wall and just AoE burn all the critters. Also I've taken probably 50 screenshots of that one staircase and will take 50 more, it is so fucking GORGEOUS in there!

3. The Great Gubal Library (Hard)

Look, it's a giant library with angry books and inkwells, of course I love it here! Also, Strix? The last boss? I actually really enjoy the silly mechanic of running into the correct AoE based off of what attack is coming next. (This boss also reminds me of Stolas from both the actual Ars Goetia and from the animated show "Helluva Boss" and that makes me want a plushie of it.)

4. Eden's Gate: Inundation

Not only do I enjoy the story of the Eden raids, but I particularly enjoyed the mechanics for this boss. And doing this one is where I got my Max Party Kill Score, which I am ridiculously proud of.

5. The Tower at Paradigm's Breach

It's not a particularly hard raid, but I was lucky enough to be able to play it almost immediately when the patch dropped. And being in one of the earliest groups, flailing around and trying to figure out the mechanics? Fantastic. I love that so much. Not to mention THAT JUMP SCARE gets me every time. (I also just... really love the overall setting and taking screenshots in it.)

#FFXIV #Prompts #OOC

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

Melone as the Monster of Florence

Meme source Here

Melone: "If only there was some good in the world and everyone considered himself as their brother there would be less worry and less pain And the world would be much more pleasant"

"Bravo Bravo, noi condividiamo. Ma ora siamo davanti alla corte d'Assise e lei è imputato di sedici omicidi. Lei di questo si deve occupare"

(Agreed,agreed, and we do support that. But now you're standing before the Assize Court and you are charged with sixteen murders. That is what you need to worry about.)

#jjba melone #melone #melone jjba #italian meme #jjba vento aureo #la squadra #la squadra esecuzione #il pacciani #il mostro di firenze #the monster of florence #hannibal reference

[stephensmithuk]

The Blue Carbuncle

Back to the first volume!

The London County Council population was indeed over four million at this point; the modern population in the old boundaries is a bit is around 3.6 million, due to people moving out to the suburbs, especially after the Second World War. There was around a million people in the surrounding area that is now Greater London.

Goose was the norm for working class people at Christmas, as turkey was more expensive. Scrooge buying a turkey for the Cratchits at the end of A Christmas Carol was a very generous move for the time.

B Division covered the Westminster area.

Assizes were periodic court sessions held for the trying of serious crimes, which were replaced by Crown Courts in 1972. Judges went to each of them on a circuit - the US practice is the origin of the Circuits in their court system.

The London assize sessions would have been at the Central Criminal Court, aka the Old Bailey, which also served by this point as a court for big crimes that could not tried locally. I believe these would have been in near-permanent session.

Goodge Street is now best known for its Tube station, opened in 1907, designed by Leslie Green and was home to a deep air-raid shelter in the war.

Amoy is now called Xiamen, but the river is fictitous.

A vitriol-throwing is what we now call an acid attack. Sadly, that sort of thing is not a new evil.

Of the evening papers mentioned, they eventually merged or shut down. Only the combined Standard and Evening News, now the Evening Standard survives as a now free paper.

A Scotch bonnet was another name for a tam o' shanter. The red-hot chili pepper is named after it.

Goose clubs were common at the time - a pub landlord would also profit as the depositees might buy a pint or two at the same time. Christmas savings clubs still exist today for buying hampers, although the most famous one, Farepark, collapsed in 2006.

This is basically a domesticated goose chase!

The Museum is probably the British Museum. Nice place to visit.

Covent Garden still has a market - it is a pedestrianised area also home to the London Transport Museum.

"The Pink 'Un" refers to The Sporting Times, a weekly newspaper that ran from 1865 to 1932 and was printed on salmon pink paper. Its biggest contribution to history was originating the concept of the Ashes via a mock obituary for English cricket in 1882 when the team lost to Australia for the first time.

The King of Prussia was also the Emperor of Germany, who may have been the potentate

Pentonville is a still-active Category B men's prison in Barnsbury. The "modern" 1842 design inspired many prisons like it - if you've seen a classic British prison, the style is instantly recognisable. It would later be used for executions, with 119 men still buried there in unmarked graves. Oscar Wilde would be jailed there for a time. The prison today considered run-down, overcrowded and has a vermin problem.

Kilburn is quite a way from Brixton Road. Did Ryder walk or get a bus?

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the blue carbuncle #red hot chili peppers #give it away now

[persefoneshalott]

“Where are this man and woman to be tried?”

“At the Court of Assizes.”

"He went on, “And where will the advocate of the crown be tried?” that's righttttt

#vicky hugo hating the unjust system forever < 3 #les mis letters #les mis #should've put both quotes in the same post tbh sorry

[empiredesimparte]

Warning, description of scenes of violence.

Emperor's office

Napoléon V: I thank you M. de Tour for your work, you must represent the Crown proudly now

Ernest, procuror: Naturally, Sire. If you allow me Napoléon V: Go ahead Ernest: The 8 suspects are currently being heard at the Paris Assize Court for homicide, attack on the security of the nation, attack on the person of Madame Mère, and criminal association

Napoléon V: What did the investigation show? Jeanne, Minister of Justice: Are you sure, Your Majesty? Napoléon V: Yes. Ernest: The imperial couple came out under the heckling of the demonstrators. They got into the car and were escorted by the police. The demonstrators gathered to corner the imperial car, and the group in front aimed at the vehicle with hand grenades.

Ernest: There were three explosions and the general confusion that this generated caused the crowd to flee. The windows of the surrounding buildings exploded, the imperial car was riddled and its surroundings were perforated in several places. Projectiles of all shapes and sizes were found. Most of the police officers escorting the imperial car died on the spot.

Jeanne: 7 people died on the spot and 11 died of injuries. 23 seriously injured and 66 injured. The police… have not been able to fully recover the bodies of two imperial guards.

Napoléon V: This is despicable.

Ernest: Yes, Your Majesty. The imperial car partially resisted the grenades, but it caught fire. The imperial couple were evacuated with the help of reinforcements. Some demonstrators filmed your parents on the ground, but the footage was censored by the authorities. Fortunately, this did not have time to spread on social networks.

Napoléon V: Thank God. How can one be so cruel?

Ernest: Human nature is cruel, Your Majesty. Otherwise, we would have no laws. Anyway… The suspects are all French, some had their faces covered during the attack. They are mostly young, between 20 and 40. There is even a young couple from Paris who had no previous criminal record. They did not throw the grenade but tried to throw paving stones at the imperial couple, still on the ground. Napoléon V: Let's take a break, shall we

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Château de Compiègne, 5 Floréal An 230

Beginning ▬ Previous ▬ Next

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V : Je vous remercie M. de Tour pour votre travail, représentez fièrement la Couronne

Ernest, procureur : Naturellement Sire. Si vous permettez. Napoléon V : Allez y. Ernest : Les huit suspects sont entendus actuellement à la cour d'assises de Paris pour homicide, atteinte à la sécurité de la Nation, attentat contre la personne de Madame Mère, association de malfaiteurs.

Napoléon V : Qu'a donné l'enquête ? Jeanne, ministre de la justice : Êtes-vous sûr Votre Majesté ?... Napoléon V : Oui. Ernest : Le couple impérial est sorti sous le chahut des manifestants. Ils sont montés dans la voiture et escortés par la police. Les manifestants se sont rassemblés pour coincer la voiture impériale, et le groupe à l'avant a visé le véhicule avec des grenades artisanales.

Ernest : Il y a eu trois explosions et la confusion générale que cela a généré a fait fuir la foule. Les vitres des bâtiments alentours ont explosé, la voiture impériale a été criblée et ce qui l'entoure a été perforé en plusieurs endroits. On a retrouvé des projectiles de toute forme et de toute taille. Les policiers qui escortaient la voiture impériale sont morts sur le coup pour la plupart.

Jeanne : Il y a eu 7 morts sur le coup et 11 personnes sont décédées suite aux blessures. 23 blessés graves et 66 blessés. La police... n'a pas pu retrouver entièrement les corps de deux gardes impériaux.

Napoléon V : C'est ignoble.

Ernest : Oui Votre Majesté. La voiture impériale a résisté en partie aux grenades, mais elle a pris feu. Le couple impérial a été évacué à l'aide des renforts. Certains manifestants ont filmé vos parents à terre, ces images ont été censurées par les autorités. Heureusement, cela n'a pas eu le temps de s'étendre sur les réseaux sociaux.

Napoléon V : Dieu merci. Comment peut-on être si cruel ?

Ernest : La nature humaine est cruelle, Votre Majesté. Sinon, nous n'aurions pas de lois. Enfin... Les personnes suspectées sont tous français, certains avaient couvert leur visage lors de l'attentat. Elles sont pour la plupart jeunes, entre 20 et 40 ans. Il y a un même un jeune couple parisien qui n'avait pas de casier judiciaire par le passé. Ils n'ont pas lancé la grenade mais tenté de lancer des pavés sur le couple impérial, encore à terre. Napoléon V : Faisons une pause, voulez-vous

#simparte #gen 2 #ts4 royal #ts4 #royal simblr #sims 4 royal #sims 4 fr #sim : louis #le cabinet noir #compiègne #sims 4 #sims 4 royal story #sims 4 royalty #ts4 royals #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royalty