It is now 1895 in our coastal, fact-meets-fictional-embellishment town!

Thus far:

• The market is bustling with crime crime so many damned laws broken perfectly legitimate business
  
• The places of worship and schools are full of pastors eyeing parishioner ass and family feuds the faithful and the mandatory
  
• The beach is an excellent place to find one (1) golden coin and two kids fighting like seagulls over it, fall off a roof, and get kidnapped
  
• Socialist movements, mysteriously disappearing fiancés, and the more depressing parts of the world’s oldest trade reign under many the same establishments’ roofs

As Whitby does not adhere to a strict timeline, you are still free to create your threads as far back in the past (well, the past’s past) as you like within the scope of the Victorian era.

Happy New Year, and may you find the Victorian disasters right (or should we say write) for you!