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Mali Anson

Location: Diamond District
Skills:N/A



"No need to worry about that. It should be fine." Although Mali couldn't say she was the biggest fan of quiche although a big part of that was that she'd never actually had it. It always came off as something that would be at fancy 19th Century banquets, or served to a gaggle of gossiping aristocratic housewives during afternoon tea. She knew that the dish itself was like, eggs plus filling in a pie(?) crust so it'd probably taste fine, but it was just another one of those class mismatches that didn't quite sit right with her. For similar reasons, she wasn't going to request something else, so as not to burden the kitchen with unnecessary work and added wait time to eat. Idly as she followed behind Genny she took in the inner workings of the spa and was impressed by how much more to the place there was, especially in such a crowded city district.

Genny lead Mali through various hallways until things started getting darker. The lighting changed and it looked less like a spa and more like romantic restaurant. As they rounded a corner they hit a door that Genny had to open before they could enter. Inside it brightened up considerably and Genny shielded her eyes. "Sorry, should have warned you this is outdoor dining," she said before stepping out of the way. There in a small garden space surrounded on three sides of monitors. They were all playing what looked to be a video of some country location. Rolling hills, trees, a brook. The top was open fully to the sky above and the ground was done as a garden with a gazebo in the center. There was set up a rather southern looking brunch with a not southern Zoie smiling over at them. Lowering her glass she waved.

Mali waved back as she shielded her eyes from the burning California sun. She wasn't exactly sure what the purpose of the monitors was, maybe an attempt to make the little enclosure feel like it had a view where there was none, but the attempt at atmosphere was appreciated, even if she thought the dining area would be better suited to being indoors rather than out.

"So do you get through this quicker when you're a semi-regular customer?" Mali asked as she approached the table and took a seat opposite of Zoie. Now that she thought about it and after seeing Zoie's brunch, maybe she was looking forward to that quiche more than she'd initially thought. Sure she enjoyed soul food every now and then, this was the third time in three meals that she'd seen her eat the cuisine. At least a quiche was something different.

Zoie chuckle a bit and shook her head as she set her glass of mimosa down. "Not really. Actually think the longer you come here the longer it takes. Either catching up with people you have met and haven't talked to since the last time you visited or just relaxing a bit more. Though not every time do I do everything, so that does make the overall time less," Zoie admitted as she crossed her legs.

She had let her accent fade away. Seemed she was trying to get into character for the evening that was rapidly approaching. Only thing it seemed left for her was make-up and then to get her dress on. "Enjoying it so far? Or not your thing? Find most people either love it or just don't want to bother. Doesn't seem to be a middle ground."

"Everyone here's been great and I've had a lot of fun." Well fun might not have been the most accurate word, but certainly this was the first time in a bit that she'd been able to really relax, which certainly did wonders for the state of one's sanity. And at a minimum, at least she had the chance to meet new people that she mostly didn't have to worry about betraying her.

"I don't know if I'd want to come here all the time, but I certainly wouldn't be against coming here again if we had the chance." As enjoyable as the whole spa experience had been, it was very much time consuming, and being able to regularly justify using such a large time slot towards the purpose of looking good wasn't something she could see herself doing. Appearances were also her primary motivation for bodybuilding, but at least with that she could rationalize that it came with a myriad of other tangible benefits.

Zoie found herself laughing a bit and nodding in agreement. "Oh I get what you are saying. Personally rather spend my time out skinny dipping at the pond on my farm but getting a treatment every so often is fun. Let someone else do all the work and for just a moment not worry about anything," Zoie said before motioning towards the food. "I wasn't sure if quiche was your thing but saw how much protein you grabbed this morning and how few carbs I figured I would at least have them make one without piece crust. This one is ham, swiss and, onions. This is mushroom and spinach. And this is my favorite... Chicken with asparagus with a hollandaise drizzle over it. So pick and eat up."

"Aw, that was really thoughtful of you, thank you so much." Her reaction was played up a tad, to help get in character of being Zoie's... something. But she was genuinely surprised and grateful at the thought that was put into the quick meal. Now presented with a plethora of different quiches to eat, Mali's brain automatically shifted to nutritional analysis mode. Chicken was naturally more lean and higher in protein than ham, but the hollandaise would consist mostly of fat. However, the swiss in the ham quiche would also introduce a not insignificant influx of carbs and fat. Mushroom, spinach and asparagus were all roughly equal in terms of nutrition, so in total, the vegetarian quiche was the leanest and well rounded, and the other two were roughly equal from a macronutrient perspective, with the chicken edging it out when it came to overall nutrition. So clearly she should go for the meatless dish.

The problem with that was that Mali didn't like mushrooms at all. Back when she first had them as a child while attending a family friend's wedding, she almost ended up hurling up her stomach's contents. Ever since Mali avoided mushrooms whenever possible. She knew that tastes changed over time, and she likely wouldn't have such a violent reaction, but the echoes of a retch resounded in her throat when she thought about eating that one. So she picked out a slice of Zoie's favorite and dug in. Well "dig in" was the wrong turn of phrase. She was cognizant that she was at a high-class establishment, so it was more well paced dining than a voracious feast.

"Well of course darling, anything for you," Zoie said with a bit of a wink. She was playing it up as well but she was genuinely enjoying having Mali around. Taking a slice of her self professed favorite she placed it on her plate, along with a slice of honeydew. Looking at her plate with the bright egg based quiche there and the nearly neon light green of the melon she couldn't help but think if she just threw in something pale pink on the plate it would be just the right colors for Easter. Why that thought crossed her mind she had no idea.

Taking another sip of her drink to wet her whistle, she then began to eat. She took it slow and delicately. She was out in public even if they were in a private late lunch with no one else seemingly around. Plus she wanted to savor the meal. She had no idea when they would get to eat again. Sure they were going to an event and it would have plenty of little finger foods but she would be there to do a job and probably wouldn't be able to partake. Plus, if she was caught, this could very well be her last meal. She hoped not. She would have added Red Velvet to the menu if that were the case.

Part of Mali wanted to chide Zoie for the wink. It was too on the nose for her taste, and things like that could come off as a bit weird to others at best and a giveaway at worse. But the other parts of her that weren't so paranoid or would rather avoid unnecessary confrontation had her let it slide. An objection to the wink would certainly raise more alarm than otherwise whilst likely getting little of value accomplished. So she continued to eat in relative silence.

While just eating was fine, it didn't quite sit right with her in this context, but she also couldn't really think of anything to talk about. Back in her University days when she was dating Hannah, these kinds of things came easily. She could complain about classes, or Hannah would start going on about some new book she'd found or weird story she'd found on the internet and manage to keep it up for the next three days. The stark contrast in familiarity really struck her at that moment. It was then, looking down at her current forkful of quiche that something sprang to mind once more.

"Do you think Daniel would want to see the new Star Wars movie when it comes out December?" It was weird referring to Relic as "Daniel," but she figured it would come off as more natural to those around her than using a screen-name and better give the impression that they knew each other better than they actually did. It also occurred to her that maybe Zoie wouldn't want to talk about her kid brother in public, but Mali figured the topic was innocuous enough that it wouldn't cause much issue.

Zoie had lifted her fork to take a bite and froze mid movement. Glancing over at Mali. That she hadn't expected. The woman seemed full of surprises. Not only that but she seemed to be falling into this roll of pretense rather well. "You know, I think he would. He's a big fan. Careful though, he might have you camping out for tickets if you aren't careful." Zoie let herself chuckle a bit. Sad fact of the matter was, she wasn't far off with that. Daniel had camped out for several movie releases.

"It just popped in my head earlier that he might want to see it," Mali explained sheepishly. It wasn't often that a simple question made the person you were talking to freeze mid-action. "But I wasn't sure if he was more of a Star Trek kind of guy, and I didn't want to risk offense by up and asking him."

Relic wasn't exactly the type to get angry, but she knew well enough how easy it could be to set off the nerdy types by saying the wrong thing about the wrong franchise. She was pretty sure that the majority of animosity between Trekkies and Star Wars fans had died out years ago, but she didn't really pay too much attention to either. So for all she knew, above even the Juno stuff there was an even greater shadow war going on between the two fanbases for ultimate control. Concerns of accidentally pressing one of Relic's buttons alleviated, Mali finished up her plate and set aside the dishes to be taken up by the staff. Or whatever they did here.

"Ready to finish up here, Zoie?"
Cyne

Location: Tower
Interacting with:Undead

She had been pounding away at this one undead for awhile and no matter how much damage she seemed to do to it, it just refused to lie down and die. And despite having maybe 60% of the body mass it had had five minutes prior, it had the gall to try making a meal out of its attacker. There wasn't even a stomach to send any swallowed flesh to. Having had enough of its shenanigans, the bear roared out in a mixture of pain and rage and raised its paw on high.

The best part about the undead having latched onto her the way it had was that its skull was fixated to one point. There wasn't really any chance for it to dodge, and it was so close that she couldn't really miss. With one blow, the thing's skull caved inward and its jaw went slack, leaving Cyne standing there with a dead body stuck to her and feeling more than a bit of catharsis from brutally mauling the thing to literal shreds. Now the next step was getting the damned thing off of her.

Nor

Location: Tower
Interacting with:Dinner (Boar B)

Nor on the other hand wasn't about to let some dumb pig get the best of him. He didn't care if it was twice his size. Hells, it could be ten times his size and it wouldn't matter one lick. He'd spent his entire military career and a great deal of his mercenary one tackling things bigger than him. At this point he would have more trouble dealing with something his own size, and now was his time to show that off.

The part time barber sprang to his feet and dashed behind the big pig. With a couple swiped of his knife he took out both its rear legs, causing it to buckle onto the floor. Now with a convenient posterior stairway available to him, the dwarf ran up onto the beast's back and did what he'd been trying to accomplish earlier. He flipped his grip on his dagger to a reverse grip and drove it down into the boar's neck, severing the brain stem. Thus with that blow, those on the second floor simultaneously had ended all immediate external threats and procured tonight's dinner.


Nancy Parker & Giosue Zino


Location: Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 202)
Skills: None


"Remember, they don't know all that we know. There could be more paradoxes coming in any moment now, and they have yet to see either of us yet. While we still possess the element of surprise, we can make this work." An optimistic way of looking at things, yes, but also not inaccurate as far as Gio was concerned. The emendators had been through many, many rounds of paradoxes, this was the Paradoxes' first time being brought back from the dead. They certainly held the edge in level of experience and intelligence in that the newcomers didn't know how hard they were about to be pranked. These facts were enough to give Gio the confidence that their plan would still work out.

Nancy mulled it over, twirling a card absentmindedly between her fingers. Gio wasn't wrong - they did have an edge when it came to experience. However, she couldn't help but think that the plan would still need some sort of modification to work. They hadn't brought Alicia in on this prank, as it was something the two of them had worked rather hard on. Yet Nancy had to admit, Alicia's help would be useful at the moment. She'd be able to lend credibility to Nancy's Paradox persona, whether they passed her off as a new Paradox or an old one. "Mmm, alright," Nancy said, popping a caramel chew into her mouth. She then grinned broadly a moment later after she had swallowed. "Let's get Alicia in on this. The new Paradoxes probably trust her, since I doubt she did too horrible of a job...The house hasn't burned down, at least...Y'know, that would potentially explain the ominous reading - maybe Alicia was just awful at her job and would end up being replaced later on by someone else."

"She can lend us credibility, at any rate," Nancy pointed out. "It's either that or we start our Halloween fun early. I've been dying to let loose a little bit." Of course, the irony was lost on Nancy. She was the Emendator that practically lived for letting loose and doing whatever suited her fancy at the time. For Nancy to want to let caution go to the wind and chaos run free...Well, it must have been another level of mayhem entirely.

Gio put his fist under his chin and contemplated Nancy's proposal. It was indeed true that Alicia would lend a significant amount of credence to Ashley's story; however things were not so clear cut. She could just decide to not help for whatever reason and they'd lose one of their two big edges. Alternatively, she could ruin the whole charade by not being to act properly, dispelling the illusion with obvious fake acting. Last, and worst she could pretend to help, then betray them at a crucial junction and turn the prank on the two emendators.

"Are you sure we'd be able to trust Alicia with this, so late into the plan? Surely if she were to be part of the plan, we had plenty of time to include her before now. We'd be opening ourselves to considerable risk by doing so." He didn't bother to list all the new ways adding a conspirator could cock up a plan even by virtue of added complexity. It would be unnecessarily long-winded, and they were already cutting time short as it was.

Giouse was right - there was a good deal of risk associated with letting Alicia in on the plan. It'd be a bit like playing Russian roulette - a game which Nancy would have eagerly played if Emendators were truly immortal. For every chance there was that Alicia would improve the prank, there was another chance that she would jeopardize it. In fact, Nancy was not blind to the fact that Alicia fancied herself an equal contestant in the centuries long prank war that she and Giouse had waged - though at the moment, she and Giouse were united against a common foe. A wicked grin then came to her face. "Unrelated idea - we switch out all of Alicia's clothes with proper 17th century wear for the Ton. She'd go ballistic," Nancy snickered.

It took her a good thirty seconds to get the image of Alicia in a ridiculously large gown out of her head. "Mm, but new Paradoxes aren't stupid - gullible, naive, bit annoying at times...Wait till they find out about the readings and the requests will last for days. Really need to write the Handbook for the Recently Deceased at some point - but they aren't stupid. If you think we can trick them without Alicia, then let's go for it. If we fail, we go to the Bahamas and I change my name to Sally so I can sell seashells by the seashore."

"Well some of them are stupid." Gio pointed out, more to be contrarian rather than as a serious counterpoint to Nancy's assertion. They had gotten their share of stupid Paradoxes, but they tended not to last too long. While there was a real chance there was an idiot in this lot, they hadn't the chance to actually observe whether this was the case or not. Nor could they hinge their plan on the collection of greenhorns having a low amount of mental horsepower.

"But now that you're starting to make me doubt us, I can't say for certain that we'd be successful as-is. For the record," Giosue went on, as he grabbed the script once again along with a fountain pen, "I don't believe we can trust Alicia to not try to turn this around for her own benefit. If she does try to betray us, then we change out her wardrobe." As he said this, he wrote down his words as spoken onto the back of the script, officially recording it. One thing that did disappoint him was that the kinds of dresses they'd switch out were more or less impossible to put on by yourself, so they probably wouldn't get to see Alicia in one of the truly ridiculous gowns they'd seen on their adventures. Unless they happened to need to go to a pre-revolution French banquet.

Nancy cracked a smile as Giouse recorded the decision on the back of the script. He was very much like Eve in some ways, with a penchant for order and timeliness. He tended to balance out Nancy's own chaotic nature. Before she had met Giouse, she wandered almost like a gypsy, using her ability like a parlor trick on occasions in order to get by. More often than not, however, the readings she "conducted" were nothing more than nonsense. Yet no one there knew that she couldn't use a crystal ball or pretend to read a palm. It was a chaotic lifestyle, one where she constantly moved from place to place as suited her sense of whimsy. She had become slightly more stationary and less nomadic since they met in Denmark.

"Maybe the answer is to preemptively prank Alicia," Nancy mused. "Pranking her after the fact isn't going to keep her from ruining things. And if you don't trust her Gio....Oh! What if you volunteered to take the Paradoxes on an outing? Then they'll bump into Ashley and they won't be none the wiser."

"Yes, yes that might just work. How about you take a trip to the Regency for the clothes, whilst I take our esteemed guests on a field trip so you can prepare for the festivities?" He was pretty sure Nancy threw out her wardrobe any time they moved to a new time period that would permit her to do as such, so if they were going to swap out Alicia's wardrobe they'd have to acquire the proper apparels first.

Nancy lit up at the prospect of taking a trip. With the Glasses gone, she was the most adventurous and nomadic of the Emendators. The thought of leaving Ville au Camp, even just for a short trip to get prank supplies, was definitely enticing - even if she didn't really care for that era of history. Corsets ruined the 19th century for her. The Regency version wasn't too terrible - but she had indeed thrown those clothes out as soon as she could. On one occasion, she had even set her old clothing aflame. Maybe once the timeline suited her fashion sense a bit more she'd keep them, but even that seemed unlikely. Her eyes were always on the horizon, rather than on what was right in front of her.

"It has been some time since I went by Ailith Lyall," Nancy mused. She had lived in Scotland at the time with the other Emendators. "But I think you misunderstood me, Gio. I'd run into you all as Ashley while you're on the outing. I suppose we could ask Gilbert for some clothing..." She tapped her fingers against a card absentmindedly. She had an unusual relationship with Gilbert. When she had come into consciousness, she had been a citizen of Uruk named Inanna (the Sumerian goddess had been her namesake). Gilbert hailed from Uruk as well, from Sumeria. He was a constant reminder of the grim circumstances under which she learned who she was. Yet at times, the pair of them could be friendly even, with Gilbert acting like a big brother to Nancy.

"Oh, I see." Gio said, as he barely stopped himself from crossing out some of the notes he'd written in the script. "Yes, yes. That could work. I would need to separate the Paradoxes from Eve and probably Gilbert as well, but that should be doable. As for asking him for clothes, he'd probably ask what you would need them for, so you'd need a believable cover story if you wanted to try going for that." The Watch jotted down a rough outline of a plan on the back of the script.

"So when you determine where we need to take our Paradoxes, I'll send you there first before I escort our new friends there as well. In the meantime, we need to make sure you're not seen prematurely, or this will all be for naught."

"Does this really warrant a reading, Gio?" Nancy asked, with an eyebrow raised. While she could take a glimpse into the future to optimize this, she didn't see much of a point in it. They had lived at Ville au Camp for some time and had grown accustomed to the routine everything followed. She didn't need to take a reading to know what the ordinaries in town would be up to this evening. "Just pick a place at random - it'll be more fun that way, anyways. And then while you check that the coast is clear, I'll slip on out."

"Well I was thinking about this from an efficiency point of view. Accomplish some business that the others would approve of as well as the prank," Gio retorted, looking up from the script. As annoying as proceeding forward without a clear plan in place was, they didn't really have the time to put everything into place. He'd just have to improvise and make things work. "but I suppose that won't be how we'll be doing this. Well if we're to choose a time and place. How... about... May 23rd 1848, California? The Wild West, poor Ashley's just escaped from a mission gone wrong and freed herself from the county jail. A fine enough setup for you?"
The guild's been shitting itself for the past week or so. Apparently Mahz is working on it.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Lake



Slowly, Harry managed to stumbled his way back to his car, dig his keys out of his pocket and after several jabs around it, stuck the key in the lock so he could actually get inside it. Now dirtying up the interior with his sweat-soaked clothes/hair/everything and in relative safety (as far as he was aware), he had a chance to think about something other than blinding fear. Firstly, he needed a new gun. Preferably something with a bit more punch than a 9mm.

Second, whatever that thing was, it obviously knew where Riley was. Although going back there was the last thing he wanted to do, he was hired to find Riley Walker, and dammit, he was going to find her. Harry pulled out his handy notebook and in all caps scrawled FOREST and circled it several times. He'd then proceed to write down as many things as he could bring himself to remember about the encounter; he needed record as much as he could while the memory was still fresh in his mind, before time could wipe away any important details.

Black fog, sulfur, telekinesis, telepathy, immortality. Harry stared at the paper and wondered what the hell he'd be able to do with such a thing lurking out in the woods. Well, at least he knew what he was going to do for the rest of the day. With the twist of a wrist, the car moved out of the parking lot and moved to the library. There was much reading up to be done.
When you live in a warm area, you're generally not equipped to deal with snow and ice, like how if you live in a temperate area you'd not equipped to deal with sandstorms.
Nor

Location: Tower
Interacting with:Dinner (Boar B), Big Oaf (Keystone)


"Oi! Watch where ye be swinging yer mitts," Nor called to Keystone from atop his unwilling, hammy mount. The last thing he wanted was for his shin to get punched from some careless blow (even in full plate he was pretty sure a direct blow from the batard would smart like a motherfucker), or worse, the pig getting pissed enough to just buck him entirely. It took a lot of effort to get to this position, and he was keeping it, dammit.

The dwarf brandished his knife to go in for the kill, but right then the swine decided it had had enough of Nor's shit and would do the exact thing he was hoping wouldn't happen. It bucked and bronced and knocked the barber off its back all the way into the stone wall behind him. The armor made a couple rather noisy clangs, first when the dwarf splatted against the wall, and then again a half second later when he slid down and landed directly onto his rear end. If it hadn't happened so quickly, Nor would be pretty pissed, but for the time being he had to figure out why he was suddenly on the floor rather than the boar.


Giosue Zino


Location: Ville au Camp: Main House: Room 202
Skills: N/A


"To get such an omen on All Hallow's Eve before a time loop has gone into effect," Giosue clarified, as the fact that Nancy was trying to make a lighthearted jab completely flew over his head. However, the fact that she had another reading immediately afterwards did draw his attention away from the impending doom that she had foreseen not a minute ago. Perhaps this would be some form of clarification on the previous reading, or something that would brighten the situation a bit.

And instead, it had to do with somebody in a different time and place only tangentially connected to Ville au Camp. But that actually did lighten his mood quite a bit, because it brought about an idea that he hadn't considered, they didn't really know who or what the previous reading was about. It was still in their best interests to look the fuck out, but the threat of cataclysmic failure no longer had to be held directly above their heads and thus could be ignored to a degree.

"So what do you want to do? Shall we go inform Eve and Gilbert, or would you rather put that off for the time being? You've got a better grasp on the cards than I do. If you think we should be fine for the time being, we could go back to the matter at hand." That matter being practicing for the big prank they'd spent so much time working on.

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Lake



Well there went that whole "Fight" option. Disarmed against a seemingly invincible... man(?) (yeah the hi-point wasn't exactly much better than a peashooter, but nobody just took bullets to the chest like they were nothing) there were very few options that a rational mind would be able to come up with, and even fewer that presented the option of not dying horrifically. Harry didn't need to be told again to leave. In fact, his brain didn't even really register that warning he had been given. The private investigator turned around and booked it as fast as he could muster.

It wasn't elegant, or dignified, but it was the best he could do. His body pushed itself beyond physical limits he had forgotten he possessed. And he'd keep going until he was back in a civilized area, where all the exertion he'd performed would hit him all at once. Everything from his legs to his throat would burn, and his lungs would weakly flop in his chest in an effort to reoxidize his blood stream. It wouldn't be until some few minutes had passed recovering from the physical strain of the ordeal that his wits would begin to return to him. This is all assuming he actually managed to make it out of the forest intact, of course.
Cyne

Location: Tower
Interacting with:Undead

Another round, another set of savage mauling attacks that ripped Bob apart, yet didn't manage to kill the damn thing. She wasn't going to stop until the thing was no longer moving, and not just because she was still mad, which was very much the case, but even in its current state it was still trying to get at her and kill her was indication enough that it'd keep trying until it was completely obliterated. At this point, the undead had lots of holes in its body, which was looking less like a torso and more like ground beef, but its head was still intact. That would be her next target in finally putting it down.

Unrelated, the bear's sense of smell and hearing couldn't help but pick up the presence of wild boars in the room. She wasn't sure what was going on behind her, but if either of those prey animals tried to attack her, they'd be the next bunch to get the mulching treatment. Today was not the day to be dealing with this kind of shit.
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