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Ellen Panacea

45-78-9045-1765

NAME: Doctor Ellen Panacea

KNOWN ALIAS: Dr. Panacea, Ellen

AGE: 32

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Ellen has red and black curls, which she maintains with dye. She has lovely brown eyes. She has a few small scars on her fingers, mostly from surgery tools. Ellen stands at five foot four, and is slender build. She enjoys jogging/ running, which is an activity she doesn’t get to enjoy as much as she use to.

Her bar code is on her left inside wrist.

NOTABLE BEHAVIORAL TRAITS:
Organization: A clean and organized station leads to less problems with surgery. She is very meticulous with keeping things organized.
Matronly: She acts very much like a mother hen at times, poking her nose into people’s business. She just wants to make sure everyone is okay.
Very forgiving: Everyone has their reasons for what they do, and once she understands that, she is usually able to extend the hand of forgiveness.
Pacing: When cooped up on a ship, she paces. She’d rather be out jogging, but can not since in space.

NOTABLE ALLIES / CONNECTIONS: Former/ Current GA. She studied in a GA school, became a doctor/ surgeon.

SKILLS:
Surgery: Being a doctor and surgeon she is skilled in the art of surgery.
Cooking: Can cook with the best of them. It was a hobby.
Sewing: By-product of being a surgeon. She enjoys cross-stitching.
Running: Self-explanatory.

CRIMES: None.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Lady Adriana

The Láska Estate

"Lady Adriana!"

It had been a pleasant evening. A grand affair had happened at the Pavelon Estate, and Adriana had been asked to attend by the young master of the house himself. Many of the upper-crust was there, but Lord Pavelon had only eyes for her. He entertained her for sure, but she was still not ready to settle down. Especially since she had still not found what she was looking for. What that quite was, she wasn't sure yet.

"Lady Adriana! I have a message for you!"

She had left the party shortly before it ended, claiming a need for sleep. Which was true. Long parties did tend to wear one out, especially with all the dancing. But it was a bit of an overwork of her talent that had exhausted her. Her glove had somehow become a token that Lord Pavelon had taken for himself. She had spent most of the evening avoiding touching objects, but she couldn't avoid it forever. Luckily her talent had chosen not to reveal too much about the objects she was touching. A snippet here about how the servants resented their master, how one of the ladies had spent some time with someone not her husband...

"Lady Adriana! Please wake up!"

"I am awake!" Adriana yelled, throwing the blankets from her person. She walked over to the door of her room and opened it. "What is so urgent that you had to wake me at this hour?" She glared at the servant, who was not alone. She recognized the man behind him as Ren, personal manservant to the head of Ianus Congreatio.

"You have a message from this gentleman, My Lady. I am sorry that we woke you." The servant bowed and walked off.

"Message from my master. He wishes to have you inspect this, without your gloves on. He wishes for a personal report at the earliest convenience." Rem handed Adriana an already opened envelope and she looked at it.

"Tell your master I will personally come over to the mansion myself once I have had a chance to look it over and dress." Adriana flipped the letter over in her hands, getting impressions of the woman who had held it once.

"Till then Lady Láska." Rem bowed and left. Adriana closed the door to her room and went to sit on her lounge. It was not uncommon for Adam to ask such favors of her. She was a part of the Society, and had offered her talents willingly. She looked at the envelope and focused. Impressions of a lady surgeon. An odd profession in their time, but not uncommon. This same woman was taking walks in the woods at night, but she looked agitated. She paused and pulled out the letter to read it.

"Adam,

My husband never left me, though his life was unexpectedly cut short. He stands beside me once more, beautiful and strong. How can I fear…he is my soulmate. And yet I do fear. How do I answer him?

Isabau D'allende"

Adriana knew the name. Vaguely. She remembered reading of Mr. D'allende's sudden end in the paper, as she did. So, the woman she was seeing impressions of was Isabau. She also realized there was a secondary impression on the letter. Faint. She realized it was probably Adam. Once he realized that he needed to pass off something to Adriana, he usually handled it with forceps. Adriana understood why. Secrets were secrets for a reason. It was the same reason she told no one of why she wore gloves all the time.

She rang a little bell, and the servant from earlier entered. "My Lady?"

"Have the carriage ready. I am needed at the House Were. Also bring me some stationary." The servant nodded, bowed and left. Adriana strode over to her wardrobe and opened it. She picked out a rather somber looking black skirt, white shirt and a velvet over jacket. She set to work first on her hair, braiding it and pinning it up, and then dressed herself. She did call for assistance with her undergarments, which took several minutes. After she finished getting dressed she walked out of her room and then outside. She found the carriage ready for her and she smiled. Once in the carriage, she pulled out the stationary set she had been given and set to work on her report for Adam, as the carriage took off towards the House Ianus.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Ty for the PM. I will work on having a post up today.

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Jinxy

Engine Room to Crew Quarter Corridor

With guests Trish and Amir

After Amir left, Jinxy was left alone to her thoughts for a moment while she cleaned up. There was now sand everywhere, but more importantly, had she really agreed to stick around for an undefined period of time? Yes, Amir’s grin could get her to agree to anything, but the rest of this crew?

She knew almost next to nothing about Beth and Angel and as for Trish…

”No… not now ‘Lissa….” She sighed, tucking away the last of her tools and stood up and stretched a bit. She walked out of the engine room and went to head up to the galley when she spotted Trish. Her eyes narrowed and she walked over to the bomber.

”What the HELL were you thinking?!” She yelled at Trish, shoving the other woman up against a wall. ”And don’t you dare play dumb with me right now. I know you took a container of that gorram shit! We counted!”

Trish could already taste blood from where her mouth smashed into the corridor wall, and instinctively swung an elbow around, facing the enraged mechanic. But rather than fight, for that really wasn’t Trish’s strong point, she just slumped back against the wall, smiling a bloody and smug grin, “And? I got a buyer set up for it too. You’re the one complaining about everything falling apart, you should be thankful.” The taste of blood was attempting to resurface memories, but Trish had more pressing matters at hand.

”Oh fuck you! Do you even know what space sickness does to people? Or do you even care? Oh wait, you probably don’t, considering you just sold a canister of that shit to some lunatic somewhere on this godforsaken planet! You don’t give a shit about anyone besides yourself, do you? Yeah, sure ‘money for the ship.’ Yeah right. I told you not to touch it, and of course you LIE to me!” Jinxy growled and looked at Trish. ”You disgust me.”

Trish rolled her eyes, “What does it matter? Everything kills. Sickness, bombs, guns, whatever. Stop thinking yourself so righteous because you can pick and choose exactly who dies and who doesn’t. The verse doesn’t work that way. And I’m here to work and earn my keep, not care about you, or the orders you give. Amir gives orders here, not you.”

”Space sickness is worse than death. You lose who you are before you turn into a brainless fucking killing machine. You don’t even get the fucking comfort of dying. You’re locked in your own damn body, not in control. That’s why the last captain had to send his last crew out of the goddamn ship. Because they don’t die.” Jinxy looked at Trish. “Yes, I know I don’t give the goddamn orders around here, but you… Augh!”

Trish growled through the tears forming and burning in her eyes, “Don’t you dare lecture me about control. I know much better than any of you what it’s like to lose that! Why do you think I came to you in the first place? Oh and as for lies, did you tell Amir about that? Stop being such a hypocrite, we all lie and we all kill, and money is the only way we survive.”

”No, but there is sure no way in fucking hell I’m giving you that fuel now you bitch. You’d just take us with you. And honestly, yeah, I’m a hypocrite, but only because it was the only way I had to live. I had to claw my way out of the hole I was in, probably just like you. But I have never taken a goddamn life, and I won’t have any on my hands because I chose to trust a terrorist!” Jinxy yelled, her own tears forming at that point. Trish had hit a sore point for her, but right now, she had to swallow it.

Trish shoved past Jinxy heading toward her quarters leaving with a muttered, “At least you got out.” She quickly punched in her code, failing the first few times in her distress. She finally got it to slide open, and she quickly stepped in, shutting it behind her and locking. The bomber fell to her knees as the tears flowed freely, striking her fist against the grimy floor. The memories, the truth in Jinxy’s words, her own guilt at what she’d done, was overwhelming

Jinxy dropped to her own knees and tried to hold back her tears. This is what trust did to you. Just, broke your heart.

A metal clang sounded as the door from Amir’s quarters opened, and the captain peeked his head out. Water dripped from towel-dried hair, thankfully no longer covered in sand. He’d missed the initial confrontation to wash up, which may or may not have been for the better. Heavy boots trudged down the corridor and stopped just in front of Jinxy as the captain crouched down.

“I’m guessing she’s here?” he asked, shooting a brief, scathing look towards the locked door before returning his attention to the mechanic.

“Yeah. She’s here,” Jinxy said, looking up at the captain, and rubbed her eyes, trying to fight off the tears more. “Dunno if you wanna talk to her or not, but… she doesn’t fucking care.”

“I’ll put on my best disappointed voice,” he replied, holding out a hand (the stronger, more metal one) to help her up to her feet. “And I probably won’t kill her?”

Jinxy took his hand and with his help stood up. Amir kept an arm on her shoulder after patting her on the back in a sympathetic gesture. “Amir… there’s something I should tell you. She wanted me to give her some fuel for some crazy bomb she’s making. I haven’t, yet, and now there’s no way in hell I am. I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. But… goddamn I’m getting soft or some stupid shit like that. I should know better.”

“S’all right. I guess if she’d – asked, I probably wouldn’t have given her so…” Amir shrugged, only a small frown playing at the corners of his lips before he slammed on the door to the room with his mechanical arm.

Trish pulled herself off the floor, already assuming the worst, as always. She quickly gathered up the very few things she owned and stuffed them into her bag. The last thing was the small statuette of the grenade she’d found in the common room with Angel. When the knocking started at the door, she slipped that in her bag as well, and tried to steel herself. She opened it up with a glare coming forth, not expecting right away to see Amir. She stumbled over her tongue for a moment, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get off your damn boat, no need to bother telling me so.” She moved to push past him, but found it a bit more difficult than expected.

Amir’s gaze was steely, positioned firmly in the middle of the hall. One hand was already on the hilt of his sword, resting. Jinxy was on the other side of him, who was still looking like she was seconds away from crying. “Not so fast, Trish,” he said, expression serious. “See, you’ve taken something that belongs to the ship and, you know, me – where’s that canister?”

Trish looked at him, surprised, but only momentarily so, as he was confirming her belief that money always came first. She tutted, “I already put it back, go sell it for your gorram self. I’m done.”

Amir frowned, almost as if he couldn’t expect her to say something like that about him. “Nobody’s selling them. They’re getting jettisoned. That’s what we, as a crew decided.”

Trish stared at him in complete disbelief, jaw hanging and all. Why would anyone destroy something so valuable? It made no sense to her. She straightened up a bit, “Do what you want. It’s your ship, captain.” She struggled to pull free of him, to get away from this insanity and off this blasted ship.

“Point two – I’m not finished.” Amir’s brows furrowed something fierce. “Deal was, I got some criminals off of Godwin, I get a crew for my efforts. It wasn’t cheap, getting in to save you all,” he said. “I didn’t have any requirements for how law-abiding you were, didn’t care if you blew people up for a living or not, only that you were loyal and didn’t go off and make deals over fatal viruses and plagues that could kill thousands without my knowledge. So you’re staying.”

Her disbelief was now mixed with fear. He’d just told her, without actually saying the words, that the entire crew was enslaved to him and his ship. The panic set in immediately, her breathing growing rapid, and her mind telling her to run. She shoved his chest as hard as she could, turning down the corridor, heading for the cargo bay, “You can keep your other slaves, but I don’t do that. You can fuck off.”

Amir stared dispassionately. “I guess the GA’s getting a call.”

“Wait, what!?” Jinxy, who had just been watching most of this happen in front of her, knew that calling the GA was the worst thing he could do. For any of them.

Trish froze in her footsteps at his threat. She couldn’t be caged up again, tortured again. She turned and found herself unable to meet his eyes, the fear finally taking over, regressing her back to the woman that she was when they’d found her.

“Here’s the thing – if it were you, Jinxy, or Beth, or hell, even Angel too, I would’ve let them go. But letting a terrorist out? That’s just asking for a lot of death on my conscience that I can’t take.” He was speaking more towards Jinxy at this point, half-turned to face her. Then he switched towards Trish. “If I hadn’t paid money for Sonny to gather a crew up, I would’ve left you on Godwin. But I didn’t, so it’s my responsibility.”

Trish’s shoulders slumped, knowing that she was defeated. She couldn’t leave, and now was forced to stay where she was feared and despised and useless, seemingly. In a mutter barely over a whisper, “Yes captain.” She started walking back toward them, toward the minuscule safety of her quarters. She glanced at Jinxy, and there was no hatred, no vengeance in her eyes. There was only pain and fear. She stopped, “Do you need anything else, captain? Or may I go to my quarters?”

“Don’t know where you’re getting that fucking robot-slave thing from for a start, considering I did promise a place on the crew on Godwin,” Amir grumbled at the grown woman’s over dramatic turn, but eventually said, “Do as you will, but don’t go selling space sickness. If you even stopped to consider whether it was good or evil, you’d still have full freedom.”

She flinched at his words, her mind continuing to relive her past, “Sorry captain.” She said no more to him, and moved forward. Amir moved out of the way.

Jinxy looked at Trish, and sighed, looking away. She looked betrayed mostly. “Trish… I’m sorry to say, but I can no longer give you what you need. Out of my hands.” She didn’t look back at the terrorist, just off in the distance.

After Jinxy spoke her piece, Trish just glanced over her shoulder, “It doesn’t matter now anyways.” And with that, she left them, moving into her quarters, not even bothering to lock the door. She crawled into the center of her bed pulled her knees to her chest, but found the tears wouldn’t run. So there she sat, a prisoner in an unlocked cage.

Jinxy let out a sound, and started crying. Why it hurt as much as it did, she wasn’t sure anymore. Was it because of her trust? Was it because she had allowed herself to even try to get comfortable?

Amir rested his arms on the metal railing, and stood stoically beside her – saying nothing but occasionally looking up in concern. After a moment, she started pulling herself together and wiped her eyes. “Sorry you had to see that. But… what you said. I just… is that all we are? Is that…” She paused and then shook her head. “Are we just something you paid for?”

“No!”

“Then what the hell am I huh!?”

Amir looked up, still just as serious as he was before. “I paid for – hired, hired – a crew. There was a time when what I just did would be considered lenient.”

“Yeah, I’m aware of how Waegu work. And to think for a damned moment I... “ Jinxy paused and looked away. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I’m not a Waegu.”

“You never really get away. You can lie to yourself and pretend you got away, but you and I both know, you never get away from them.” Jinxy was biting the inside of her cheek, trying hard not to start crying again.

Amir pushed himself up from the railing, jaw clenched and arms crossed, but he didn’t dare look at Jinxy. “Don’t presume, don’t assume, that you know anything about what I am. I’m not a monster.” Maybe he was, once.

“I just know Waegu.” Jinxy lifted her shirt, showing her own brand on her stomach. “I… don’t want you to be a monster. I honest to some higher power up there want you to prove me wrong. I really do. I want to believe in something again, but… I just… I’m sorry. I crossed a line. You know where to find me.” She tugged down her shirt and sighed.

Amir bit back several replies, tasting something acrid at the back of his throat. Another him, a younger him, might’ve broken bridges completely at that point – exploded, pulled trumps with his arm and his scars and disregarded anything she might’ve said, but now he was just tired. “Yeah, I do,” he said a little limply. “I’ll call a group meeting or something tonight and… Jinxy?”

“Look, I’m sorry… I won’t tell any…”

“I’m sorry, too.” But he didn’t say what for. Maybe he was sorry for what he had to do to make the crew function. Amir wasn’t entirely sure.

Jinxy paused. “I… am sorry. I just… honestly Amir. I’m tired. I want someplace I can feel safe and I was beginning to think it was here. But then this… and my comments were way out of line. I mean, I barely know you. What right do I have to judge. Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one with a past. But, I wanna know who you are now, not who you were. I just hope you feel the same. Ugh… what am I saying. Sorry. I’ll just, go now.” Jinxy sighed and rubbed her face.

Amir called after her – without moving from his position, “If you want to believe in anything, believe that I’ll go through hell and high water to keep my crew safe.”

“That, I can believe Amir. But I’m still sorry. Probably burning my bridges, like I always do.” She muttered the last part to herself as she turned again.

Amir disappeared, hopping down towards the cargo hold so swiftly that the word almost wasn’t. “Nonsense.”

Jinxy blinked for a moment, almost sure she had misheard, but she hadn’t. She smiled for a moment before heading back to the engine room.

Sector X (Invite only)

Hey,

So as we move forward in the plot, and more collabs happen, I will say this. If you give me a heads up on a planned collab that might take longer than a week because of schedules, I will give you a pass and not sideline your characters.

I do understand how hard it is to get things to line up, so again, just let us know, and we will work around you, but not pull you out. Thanks!

Sector X (Invite only)

Cassie Anderson

Directors Office to Airport

Once she left the director’s office, Cassie opened the file she had been given and gave it a quick look over. There was a psychic in Boston that was holding themselves up in an apartment, and Sector X wanted to send someone to check on them/ extend a hand of help. They were unsure of their powers, but that was most missions. You never knew what power you were going to find until you found the psychic.

Like Niah. That mission was running through Cassie’s mind currently, since Niah had also been called in to the directors office to get a mission. A bit odd, but she was Sector X’s walking CSI kit, as she called herself, and given her powers, she preferred to stay in the lab. It did make sense. Would could find a thief better than her given her powers? Aside from two other people familiar with the criminal mind. Of course, if Mr. Hearne and Miss Page could get along for the mission, that would be a miracle. It didn’t take a mind reader to get that there was something there, from the way they looked at each other. Or more specifically how Miss Page looked at Mr. Hearne. Cassie didn’t care about how they felt about each other, as long as the mission got done and their feelings didn’t get in the way.

She noticed there was a ticket to Boston tucked in her file and smiled. At least she didn’t have to make travel plans. Driving to Boston would take eight hours, and that was not a drive she wanted to make, not alone. So, flying was the best route to go.

As she reached her office, she noticed that Kyle, her boyfriend, was leaning up against the door frame. “So, what did boss lady want with you?”

“I’m going on a mission, obviously. There’s a psychic in Boston she wants me to scope out. I’m running this solo.”

“How long are you going to be gone?” He wrapped his arms around Cass and pulled her close, causing her to blush. She wasn’t one for much pda, but Kyle was, and it was something she had accepted in the last six years.

“Dunno. Could be a day, could be several. Gotta figure out if we wanna recruit her first and then go from there. You know how it goes.”

“Can’t even enjoy living together for three days before you go off on a mission. I could join you, if you wanted?”

“Nah, you have new recruits to train anyways, Kyle. You can’t get away that easily.” Cassie looked up at him and blushed. “I will miss you.”

“I know.” He kissed her forehead gently. “But we both got some vacation time coming up. Wanna go visit your grandma?”

Cassie looked up at Kyle and raised an eyebrow. “You’d wanna go to the rez?” While she didn’t really talk about it, Cassie was part Nambe, on her mother’s side.

“Yes. It’s time I met your grandma.”

“Alright. We’ll talk about it later. I got a mission to go get ready for. See you later handsome.” Cassie gave Kyle a kiss and then he walked off, giving her wave. She smiled, and turned to go into her office and pulled out her mission ready bag. She had gotten use to being called on missions suddenly, like most recruitment agents, and had a travel bag tucked away in her office.

She hefted the bag over her shoulder, and picked up her car keys and sighed. Another day, another mission. She walked over to the elevator and pressed the call button for up. The elevator dinged, and the doors groaned open. She walked in the elevator and hit the button for the parking garage. Once she reached the parking garage, she walked to her car, opened it up and tossed her bag in. She got in her car and started it up and headed to Ronald Reagan Airport. ”Let’s do this. Mission time.”

Sector X (Invite only)

BY REQUEST! FLOOR PLAN OF SECTOR X!

(Because it was getting messy earlier)

Sector X is an underground facility, so the 7th floor is the floor you enter on. It has the lobby, and one security guard station. It also has a small cafe like thing.

6th Floor: Gun Range/ Offices. A few of the sniper class psychics pitched in to make one of the floors a gun range, fully sound proofed and well kept.

5th floor: Biology Lab. The whole floor is one giant lab. Partly botany, partly science. This is where the 'crime' lab, as it has been dubbed is. There is also a lab set up experimenting with plants.

4th floor: Offices. Woo.

3rd Floor: Technopaths offices. A lot of computers, touch screens and the like here.

2rd Floor: Technology Lab and Head of Public Relations offices.

1st Floor: Some offices, but the Directors office and another security station. All people going to see the director are required to check in here. Exceptions are made, especially if the person can teleport. However, all personal must show their badge if possible if they pass by.

Sector X (Invite only)

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Friends *snerk* yes Friends that's the term we'll use.

@Kirah

She didn't sleep with all of them.

Sector X (Invite only)

Here is the 'Master' list of NPC's that are associated with Sector X in one way or the other. They will pop up from time to time.

THE MASTER NPC LIST:

Kyle Richards: Cassie’s Boyfriend. Sector X Operative. Power: Geokinesis. (Earth manipulation.)

The Director: All around bad-ass, big boss lady. First name, Charlene.

Stella Rivenridge: Head of public relations and botanist. Also works in the research department with plants.

Tobias Rivenridge: Head of the Sector X Tech Research Department. Tinkerer.

Meghan: Telepath. Part time consultant, part time college student.

Christopher: Technopath. ‘Talks’ with computers and manipulates cords.

Team Gaia: Tia, Iggy, Bri and Craig. Friends of Niah.

This is also on the first page of the IC.

Northwood Academy

Just a heads up... might post next bit of plot on Saturday. If you wanna get something in before then, please do. :D