Wife of Robert Underwood Johnson, life long friend of Nikola Tesla. She is a woman caught between reality and the beautiful yet unattainable dream of happiness.
Played by: ellymelly
Member of: pseudoporphyria
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Despite grim musings on the weather, today was beautiful. Summer, it seemed, had finally found its peak with all the avenue trees thick with leaves and flowers growing in colourful motifs. The lawn was immense and stretched out in front of the street, lounging down towards the river where weeping willows lazily grazed the water.
Katharine was dressed a touch daringly. She had ordered oriential silk months ago and finally had it made into a beautiful pale pink dress with a chocolate covered silk tie around her waist. It was fashioned into an elaborate bow at the back with its ends trailing nearly down to the hem of her dress. Fine silk gloves in the same colour reached above her elbows and she carried a simple parasol instead of wearing the customary hat.
She was looking for a gentleman that had promised to meet her. You could never really tell with Nikola if he would follow through. He was always getting caught up in some project or experiment that needed attention. Still, she rather had her heart set on seeing him today - as she always did.
Everything was set - but their guest of honour had not yet arrived and the hour was growing late. She hadn't completely given up yet - Mr Tesla was a busy man who often lost track of the hour while in his laboratory, teasing out the secrets of the world.
She relaxed back onto the window sill - perched there with her white and brown dress spread out around her - and waited.
What are you doing these stormy days? We ... are wondering if anybody is coming in this evening to cheer us up, say about 9, or at 7 for dinner. We are very dull and very very comfortable before an open fire, but two is too small a number. For congeniality there must be three, especially when it snows 'in my country'. Is that wonderful machine in order again and are you ready for the photographers and the thunderbolts and Juno and all the lesser gods and goddesses tomorrow? Come and tell us. We shall look for you, at 7 or 9."