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Current idk who is in the right but GRAB THE DICK AND TWIST IT!
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A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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Happy almost crisis!
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it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
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Introducing Cassie Lucasta


A few hours later after he had changed into his party clothes, that of which consisted of a blue floral patterned, buttoned-up T-shirt, beige shorts that show off his surprisingly attractive ankles and shins, and, to complete the outfit, some burnt sienna and white sneakers, Nicholas found himself walking out of the health center with a somewhat tightly-wrapped hand, which served as his reminder that he ought to have a better sense of his surroundings. Considering that his injuries could have been a lot worse, his poor imitation of being a Kyle would have landed him in the land of surgery, or at least that’s what the nurse told him.

“And thank god I’m not.”

But it still was unfortunate. Not only because he was left with just one fully-operational hand, but as he stopped about a few yards away from the health center, he decided to check the time and, of course, he was fucking late. WEll, not late in the sense he couldn’t still make it to the party if he hurried, but late enough that, if he were to keep his usual pace, he might actually miss the point of being fashionably late. “Then I better hurry.”

As he picked up his pace and felt the wind around him bush against his skin due to his brisk walk, he couldn’t help but wonder who all got the memo. He knew Billie knew about the party. Granted, he didn’t know how she knew. Maybe someone else who knew blabbed to her or he wasn’t giving his twin the credit she deserved. But honestly? As much as Nicholas wanted to get ahead of it, the one thing he knew was that, for his own health, playing dumb was his best course of action. Better Billie gets on the bad side of those who orchestrated it rather than him being the cause of Tyler Jane's anguish.

“Not like there’s any other option in front of me.”

“Talking to yourself again, Nicholas?”

“It helps me clear my thoughts.”

As he stopped in front of the dormitory, Nicholas whipped his head in all available directions and the to his left, he saw that familiar shade of blonde hair about seven inches down walking towards him with her camera hanging loosely around her neck and gripping it not-so-tenderly in her slender fingers.

“Shouldn’t you be off snooping somewhere, Cassie?He could only look at her with a cautious friendliness, especially since he knew she was as dangerous as she was cute. And he thought she verged on being a fox.

The blonde giggled. “Calm down, Nicky!” Oh, how he hated when anyone but Billie disrespected his name like that. “I’m not snooping tonight. Just decided to catch some nature pics before the party tonight!”

“Wait how did you--” And then he remembered, this was Cassie Lucasta he was talking to and then he shut himself up. “--I didn’t think you were a fan of these parties. It‘s probably going to be lame anyway.” He didn’ say that because he believed it but he was still trying to save face in the event Cassie wasn’t letting on everything she knew, which would be absolutely like her.

“Nothing’s ever boring if its--” Cassie let out a sigh and smiled, walking out from the bushes, almost falling but Nicholas caught her. “--Oh, what a lifesaver you are!” She tapped his hard chest teasingly and regained her composure. “Like I was saying, never boring if it was kept a secret. Besides, how can I miss the chance to catch some marvelous candid moments nobody meant to be photographed?”

Nicholas had finally taken this opportunity to look over Cassie, seeing that she was also dressed for the party. Though, based on what she was wearing, it was shocking to him that she didn’t cut herself. With half of her torso exposed like it was and especially her reputation of being halfway to Clutzville, she had very selective luck.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you, Cassi--”

“Wait no!” She tugged on Nicholas’ arm, giving him the one true weakness that, of course, she knew: the cutesy puppy dog stare. “Aren’t you going to take me as your date?”

“Uhm, as my what?” For the first time in a few weeks, Nicholas’ face read like an out of body experience.

And for a solid moment that ran the length of five of Nicholas’ deepest breaths, she erupted into a fit of giggles, punching his arm.Kiiiiidding!The source of his near heart attack let go of his hand and proceeded ahead. “Catch ya later, Nicky!”

He didn’t stun easy. Anyone who knew Nicholas Salvador Grey knew that much about him. Or even if they didn’t know him personally, they had seen him around and how he was in his natural habitat. And that was to say his natural habitat was always when he put on the charm to anyone. It didn’t matter if that was shut-ins like Dwayne Freeman or delightful surprises like Tyler Jane Morrisey, he always had the upper-hand, but if there was one person that Nicholas had no saintly or devilishly handle on, it was Cassie Lucasta.

“I do not pity whoever ends up falling for her, or, God forbid if it were the reverse…”





Mood — Curious and Amazed
Interactions@HaleyTheRandom


“It’s truly a blessed night~”

Cassie’s sang as she half-skipped her way through the first floor, the sounds of a party beginning to fill her ears.

She couldn’t say that what she heard was the start of a wild party -- at least, she knew that those who knew about this secret, hush-hush, keep-it-on-the-DL party hadn’t arrived yet. How did she know this? Call it a girl’s intuition. Oh, and, of course, the pure and simple fact that it wasn’t out of control. The 4-1-1 hinted it was supposed to be a “need to know” shindig, but nothing stays secret forever and if it wasn’t meant to be enjoyed by all, why have the gathering in the first place?

To Picaso
That brother of yours really is a sight. Immediately caught me following him so I had to blow our cover. But fear not! He knows that the party deets were leaked hehe.
Ofc he dnt say anything to meeeeee. I think he’s plying dumb 4 ykw
Nyways, guess i’ll see ya at it.

Of course, Cassie just had to text her bestie! There was no way she wasn’t going to explain to her just how excited she was for not only this party and having the time of the life (especially since she missed out on the scavenger hunt), but there was a chance of seeing that certains someone she has a whole folder of. Maybe it was a little stalkerish, but they were always their most vulnerable when they let their guard down--oops, probably shouldn’t reveal too much!

“Oh!” Well no duh, Cassie! You have to let the hosts you’re here, don’t you. “Wait no! She should know where I am so she can sneak in accordingly.”

To Picasso
Immediate right by the ferns. Can’t miss me. ;)




Mood — Where's my stone when I need it?
Interactions@Melissa @NeoAJ

In the back of the room, against the wall, there had been a few tables set up for beer pong tables and he saw both Savannah and Tyler Jane, who, if he had to be honest, were both looking ravishing from where he stood, had started a game. Now, as much as he wanted to automatically approach them, observing them both might help him figure out just how to solve this problem.

No less than a week ago, he watched them in a similar position but they had been at each other, fighting for the prize of, well, him. And, of course, it was thoroughly entertaining that two incredibly beautiful girls would deem him worthy of their friendship nearly being thrown in the trash can, his reflection after the fact kind of changed his mind. And that’s not even counting that intense moment with TJ later. He was kind of on the fence but after talking with Mr. Hale, Nicholas knew where he stood. Still…

“--this needs to be handled with a little finesse.”

He waited a few more moments and took in a deep breath. Liquid courage wasn’t needed for this and Nicholas was, if nothing else, bold enough to take on two birds without a stone.

“Evening girls,” he said, easing himself towards the middle of the table, looking at both Tyler Jane, who immediately caught his eye in her black outfit that did everything right and Savannah, who again couldn’t do any wrong. “I have to admit: the place looks great. Although, nowhere nearly as good as you two do.”



H E R A C L E S
UNIVERSITY OF SEATTLE
Divine Protector



Had Heracles wanted to say something about the loss of the best smith this world had known? Of course, he did. He wanted to express his Grand Canyon-sized sorrow at the fact that this world, mortal or not, was deprived of someone so true and so hard-working and everyone would experience the pain. But he couldn’t. And do you know why? One reason.

Hera went fucking mental!

Whether that was harsh of him to think, given that her son was announced dead remained to be seen. Heracles certainly held no love in his godly heart for the Queen of Olympus and even less since she insulted his perfectly capable, and, if he did say so himself, quite majestic Egyptian goddesses, shields from her wrath, but the accusation spree she went on sent shiver upon shiver down his spine that forced the mighty protector of Athens to feel something he hadn’t since he stared down Hades when he was sent to retrieve Cerberus.

Fear. Impure, unadulterated, completely shivering in his boots, fear.

Every inch of his body that would’ve stood up and defended Hathor and Bastet was doing everything it could not to literally shit his pants. Instead, it was Hathor who seemed to calm his stepmother, though with the addition of his step-brother, Ares, pulling out a gun on Shango and Athena sparing no expense, this did nothing to quell the rising storm that was Hera’s grief nor did it do anything to help the morale of the room.

“Yep, we’re fucked.” Heracles muttered to himself, taking in deep breaths.

Ever since being reduced to something slightly more than a mortal, in times where he felt his life might actually be in danger, Jackson, not Heracles, often found ways to cope. Sometimes it meant burying his face between bountiful cheeks of some college girl who made their way to one of the many parties hosted at Acropolis and others it meant meeting his Seattle Fans at impromptu lunches at whatever restaurant was closest to his and APollo’s condo. Whatever he indulged, it often helped Jackson Drake not feel so anxious in his own skin.

And seeing guns and grieving mothers assume the worst about everyone in the room brought him back to the times he was nearly killed by said gunslinging gangster and scorned Hera; so much so that he sank into his seat even further. Haunted by all of this, brave Heracles was about to cower away, sink under the table, and plan his escape, but then he caught a whiff of a familiar aroma. It took him by surprise and without warning, he felt...calmed. It was like he took in the mist version of a blunt and all of his worries were gone. Any feeling he had that was even remotely close to anxiety and terror and even pain for losing Hephaestus was replaced with a neutral, centered self.

“Aphrodite.” Yes, this was her doing.

As he looked over at the Goddess of Love, he sent her a grateful nod. “Thank you, Aphrodite! I’m glad you didn’t...mist your mark.”

Was he going to get criticized for that remark? Probably. Did he regret? Not a damn chance!

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@Melissa Here is my girl!

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This is clearly false. I see some paragraphs with only 4 lines.
Of course! This is a hobby I love dearly and in the twelve years I have been roleplaying, I have met and befriended so many people. Some drifted over the years for a myriad of reasons but some have been with me since the start. So there is no doubt that I have forged friendships that are honestly closer to me than some members of my own family.


A T H E N A
UNIVERSITY OF SEATTLE
Goddess of Wisdom and War


As always, Athena always enjoyed Shango's company. His Pantheon might've not been as represented at this year's Conclave, but his personality more than made up for it and she might even say he brought a certain light to her grim world. Of course, she was never one to ever admit that to him nor anyone else. Still, maybe if he developed mind-reading abilities, he might know this.

"I thank Olympus I graduated from that, but--" Time was stripped away from her as soon as The Morrigan declared a bit of order within the room, gesturing those who weren't in their seats to find them.

Athena found no difficulty with hers and did so with minimal protest. She sat poised as she always did, legs crossed under the table and arms bent so that her palms may support her chin. Her eyes, which were always so full of intrigue and often directed at the object of her attention, fell on the ever-beautiful and equally as formidable as the Goddess of War was, Morrigan.

There had been a brief period of silence, chairs being scraped across the floor, former obnoxious chatter from Apollo and Heracles' crew being forced to silence themselves, some more refined conversations coming to a stop as The Morrigan demanded all of their attention. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach that always warned her about something terrible on its way, she felt a knot inside her contort repeatedly. Athena couldn't say if it was the eerie quiet that caused this or something else, but her heart nearly sank as soon as those words left her lips.

And even after she had a moment to process it, Athena couldn't deny that it affected her.

Hephaestus was dead.

"Someone actually killed him," Athena repeated in a low voice, looking around the table, around at her Pantheon. Her eyes saw family but her mind was thinking like a detective, but she wasn't the only one.

Without warning, Hera, Queen of Olympus and someone Athena had always respected for her strength and control, had lost it. But it wasn't like Athena blamed her. A part of her heart ached with her but rest saw how many accusations she threw. From Heracles, who was no stranger to Hera's wrath, to even Athena's father, and many more. It was as though nobody was safe from her grief, but someone had to stop her.

"I think that's quite enough, Hera." Athena intentionally left out 'Queen' because what she was acting like now was no queen but someone whose honor was on the verge of being compromised by acting out in anger. "While I will not hold you back if you wanted to take a crack at Heracles and his idiot friends, what I won't stand for is allow you to throw around baseless accusations." Athena stared down Hera for a slow, tense moment. "You are better than this, Hera."


T H E O D O R E B O N F A M I L L E
NECTAR'S KARAOKE BAR
Mood: WTF


As far as a night trying to balance having a good time with his best friends of both sides of the gender coin and making sure nobody gave Madéline the wrong kind of glance, especially not the kettle of Hawks that recently decided to consume a few tables and make more noise than everyone else combined. So far, they appeared to be settled whenever Nolan addressed them, so Theo was thankful for that, at least. Nolan was a decent enough guy and he had no problems with him, but ever the protective older twin, Theo wouldn’t let his guard down if he came looking Madéline’s way.

But Theo knew he was too tense. He knew that he was worrying too much. He knew that as soon as he saw Cassian that his blood was boiling, but Dana was with him and if he got out of hand, she could just rip him to shreds with that hazard of a jacket she has on.

So instead, Theo took in a breath. He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake he made last week. He wasn’t going to allow himself to succumb to the impulses that landed everyone in hot water.

“Just have a good time,” he repeated to himself in a low, inaudible voice, looking around the table. He might’ve been on edge, but something about seeing Madéline smiling quelled that. Her being a literal deer in headlights in any other situation aside, if she was enjoying herself, maybe the least he could do was try the same?

Soon his attention fell on the stage once again as Darla took the microphone from Fiona, whose set was pretty good from what Theo heard. Darla soon handed it off to his brother, who Theo could only but smile at when he took his place in front of the piano. Bastien, who was arguably one of the best pianists at Meadow, always knew how to make the simple act of pushing a few keys seem like something out of Bach or some of those other dead musicians that Bas went on about.

To Bas, it was an art form and Theo watched him with as much interest as he always had shown.

And then he started singing. His voice was soothing, soft, like a Damien Rice who could pierce your soul with a single harmony.

Theo was never someone who ever felt truly moved by music -- live or pre-recorded. It wasn't that he couldn’t recognize its brilliance, but he didn’t what his brother had. He didn’t feel like the right note could make you surrender your entire being and give your all into feeling the performance. But, then again, not everyone heard what Theodore Bonfamille heard. Parts of the song grabbed his attention like Bas had fished for him specifically. Their eyes locked as though the only person in the room that honestly mattered was Theo.

In that moment, though if asked, he’d say something was caught in his eye, Theo quivered within himself, a few tears fell down his eyes, and he felt it. He, honest to any God out there, felt what Bas had always yammered on about music and why it was so important to him.

But possibly the biggest takeaway Theo got from his performance and every word he sang was a look into his brother’s mind and how maybe he didn’t trust his brother enough. It was no secret that Theo had received most of the negative affection from their mother and that weighed on him so heavily that, as Bastien pointed out quite literally, he formed walls around his heart, closed off most of everyone who wasn’t Connor and Shiloh, to ever knowing the effects of what she did -- what Adelaide did.

“No more, “ he mused, bowing his head into a fake action of sipping more of his beer as he wiped away a tear that came late to the party.

Theo stood up, looking to Shi and the others. “Gotta use the bathroom. Be back in a bit.” He told them, leaving his jacket at the table.

Squeezing through the crowds that lingered, the ginger male did his best not to knock into anyone as he made his way into the back of the room. A myriad of thoughts came and went, occupying his mind as he avoided bumping into anyone within the human maze, but none seemed to dominate the fact that he had Mackenna on his mind.

Somewhere between trying to convince himself that he was justified in getting physical with Cassian Lee and realizing it was, to quote what Mac might say, his fragile male ego, he eventually came to terms that not everything was about him and maybe -- just maybe -- Theodore oughta make it right.

“But how?” He mused, reaching the bar, leaning against the countertop and taking a seat in the stool behind him.

He turned and saw Cassian and Dana near Nolan. If he wasn’t about to do something stupid, he might even go up to them and start some half-assed process of apologizing. Now, that would be a hilarious story to tell Shi and Connor so they could laugh if he wasn’t seriously considering it. Instead, he took out his phone.

Sliding through all of the unanswered text messages that he ignored all week, most of which were from his mother, some from his professors, but to further his unusually lamenting state, none from Mac.

And enter dumb act in three, two, one…

The sounds of his fingers tapping away on his phone produced a message about ten seconds later.
Hey Mac,
Yeah, I don’t know what’s going to happen but this week was pretty crazy. Or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, I’m at Nectar’s. Everyone’s here: Nolan and his squad of obnoxious jocks, Nate and Dee with Jasper (1/5)
Yeah, like that’s a recipe for success. (2/5)
Anyway, seems like most of the idiots we all know are hanging about. (3/5)
And, I don’t know if you’re in the mood, but I’ll be here for a while if you want to stop by. (4/5)
If it convinces you any, I’m buying drinks for my friends. Just wouldn’t be the same without you here.(5/5)
From Your Least Favorite Ginger

When the wall of messages was sent, Theo felt better. And for all of three seconds, that bottomless pit feeling in his gut when AP was announced on Monday returned in full, but this time the only person Theo could blame was himself.

“Holy fuck. What did I just do?”

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