Lady Absinthia

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Morose No, I have zero luck. My character death toll in the last five months is outrageous. Oh well, bring it! Lmao!

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Morose Lmao!!! Noted!

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Morose Aww, and here I waiting for the smooth sounds of Tristan, something like Judge Doom...

Speed Dating: Pezula

K, I will be posting for Clem and Christian later tonight or in the morning - make sure to work out your new pairings and get them underway.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@POOHEAD189 Hey, you know if presented with the chance to rag you I am totally all over that like a fat kid on a cup cake :P

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@POOHEAD189 ~calls him out on the multiple IC posts he has made and the new character he posted in another RP since she posted the original "PM folks and PM her message"~ Wa, wa, wa :P LOL - Well get an idea together, still need that PM when you do.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@POOHEAD189 Pretty much everyone but one person has contacted me already o.O Should have jumped sooner dude! lol

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Silvia Adenias

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Location: The MOR

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"Glad to be of help, and thank you. I will," Silvia said before leaning back in her seat and going over the notes she had taken while talking to the various staff members in the MOR; Perking a brow at some of the note and nodding slightly as Craig relayed the message of thanks from the docks. As Tom left she rose from her place and wandered over to Craig; tearing off a corner of the paper she had been writing on and handing it over to him.

"These people need to be relieved as soon as possible. They have been on shift more than eighteen hours. Now these here haven't had any reasonable amount of time off in the last year. Please arrange for them to be able to take at least a week off within the next thirty days. The ones who had have time off in the last twelve months, make sure they get some down time within the next sixty days. A worn out crew is no good in a Tower," she said as she stood there tapping her pencil against what was left of the paper.

"Now there are a number of people wishing for a transfer but I have asked them to wait another thirty days before putting in any requests. Let's see what we can do about making this place a bit more tolerable before we start jetting folks out of here."

"You mean other than have Tristan transferred off world?" he said flatly before his eyes widened a bit as he realized what he had just said. Silvia chuckled a bit and he let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't being chucked into deep space right then. Craig took the paper and looked over it before looking back at Silvia; actually looking a bit confused. This was not how he was used to T1's acting in a Tower; not that he was complaining. Seemed she was just trying to take care of the staff but why? After years with Tristan, and before that years with other T1's he wasn't exactly sure he could trust her. Maybe she had motive behind the supposed kindness but he took it for what he could at the time; an excuse to let some of his staff actually get a break.

"Alright, I will see what I can do."

"What about you? And Fisher? When was the last time either of you had a breather?"

"Um... it's been a while."

"Let's see what we can do about that okay? And check with the rest of the leads about their crews okay? It may take a bit to get through everyone but it needs to be addressed."

"What about Tristan?"

"I'll deal with him. As per regulation code 4-32-1-B, A T1 Tower Lead In Training has all the authority that a Tower Lead does and is in charge of personnel when in Tower. So if he says anything, just point him my way."

"Will do," he said before Silvia walked back over to her seat and started going over the shift duties for the next few hours. Craig turned back to his work and started contacting each of the Division Leaders to get a run down of what Silvia wanted about who needed down time, who needed to be off shift right away to get some rest, who wanted transfers and who was willing to give it another thirty days to give Silvia a chance.

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The Pilot

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"That is utter bullshit! I shouldn't be in here! And I am not working for that asshole! I want off this world! She is the reason I did those things! Filling me head with ideas! You put her in here and let me the fuck go!" Ragari snapped towards Tom as he kicked the wall of his cell before sitting himself down in a bit of a huff and cracking his knuckles.

"How it always goes isn't it? Some T1 says something and suddenly some other bastard is in a cell. Better watch yourself, you might be in here next right beside me. Then you will see what I am talking about and you will have wished you listened to me when you had the chance. But hey, you are just another Lead Lackey aren't you?"

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The Docks

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Once the crew got done what they could the ship was transported from the post to the repair docks for now and put under guard just in case Ragari some how was able to get out. Not that that was a likely option, the man was only a T-8. They weren't exactly known for their teleport abilities. It wasn't like they were locking up a T1.

Craig commed down to Tryke to relay the message from Silvia. "Hey, Tryke, listen when you get a minute can you do me a favor? Actually, can you do the new T1 a favor? She wants me to get a list from all the department heads on your staff. Things like how long they have been on shift currently, how long since their last leave was granted, if they would like a transfer off the planet to another tower. Those that do, she is asking if they would be willing to wait thirty days before putting in a request. I think she wants time to see if she can get this place in order a bit. I dunno," he said into the com as he tapped the paper in his hand that Silvia had given him.

"Oh and it seems that our little pilot has a new assignment. Tristan's private pilot. Could you see that the ship is outfitted with Tristan's things and such? Move them over from the current ship to Ragari's. Make sure they both will feel right at home," he said, having to bite his tongue to try to hide the slight chuckle coming from his lips. He doubted Tristan would put up with the man for long but it would be funny as hell to watch while it lasted.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Cynthia McMillan

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Location: The Gym

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Cynthia didn't mind Riley taking some of the popcorn; in fact she smiled and looked a bit more at ease when she did. Riley was the first person other than Adelaide that had treated Cynthia like a human being really over the last decade. She found the rock stars presence a bit comforting. She wasn't as at ease around Riley as she was Ada but it was something. The voices were still there, unlike when Ada was around and they went away completely but hey, it was still something. As Riley excused herself she nodded and turned her attention back over to Tim and Jacob.

Tim shook his head. "Listen, just because you have money doesn't mean you get to demand anything. You hear me? I'm the one asking the questions here. I am an officer, you aren't. Get that? Or I could just have Marc come and question you? Prefer that? Member of the FBI questioning you should make for a great headline for tomorrows paper. Especially after all that has gone down. I can see the headline now. Tech Mogul suspect in 3 Murders at Alma Mater," he said quickly as he stood there, holding his hands up to emphasis each word of the headline before crossing his arms over his chest. "So, again, where were you from 4p.m. yesterday until now?"

Cynthia lowered her eyes and then let them travel back over to Jacob. You see what I see? Yup, I do. Are you sure you do? What do you mean am I sure I do, of course I do! Well I am not so sure about that. Do I need to explain myself. Please. Thank you. What? You said said please, so I said thank you. Ugh, answer me. Answer what? If you see what I see. I told you I did! I mean explain it! Oh that! Yes that! Oh, I see stars! So do I! See, I told you I see what you see! That you did. So we are in agreement? About what? The fucking stars! Oh yeah, that. Yes that! Stars? Stars. Stars!"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Detective Roy Gregory

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Location: Block Party --> Danica's Apartment (1C) --> Heading to Work

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Detective Gregory grumbled under his breath as walked up the stairs to the Regal building and made his way up to the top floor where Danica's apartment was located. Unlocking the door he stepped in with the small team he had gotten together to looked through the place and left one officer at the door to keep onlookers from getting inside. Sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck he started a general walk through of the place; checking for the one thing he wondered was there before anything else, a suicide note. Main room? No. Kitchen? No. Bedroom and Bathroom one? No. Bedroom and Bathroom two? No. Balcony out back? No. Nothing.

Not that he truly suspected that he would find one but he had to look. There were no signs of struggle or a fight within the apartment. Granted considering Danica died across the street and not in here that wasn't surprising. Walking over to the deceased's desk he sat down and opened up her laptop with his gloved hand. Usual stuff, a few games, an open tab to play solitaire, pictures of Danica on various cliffs and mountains. Seemed she really loved that type of activity. A half written piece on the best places to parkour without the cops getting on your tail. Nothing getting his attention until he spotted a folder buried in folder after folder in her work stuff. Folder Label: Peyton Glencross.

"What in the hell would a travel writer have anything on Peyton?" he muttered under his breath as he clicked the file to open it. Sitting there reading, his body slowly sitting up in the chair and leaning closer to the screen as he read. His eyes widening before slamming the top of the laptop down and falling back against the chair. "You have got to be kidding me..." he sighed as he rubbed his face. He sat there as the team worked, staring blankly at the laptop before glancing out of the corner of his eye and picking up something from Danica's desk. Palming it in his hand before rising from the seat and beginning to bag and tag the laptop and a few other things. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. Once the crew was finished up, they left the apartment. Taping it off and locking it up tight. Gregory left an officer posted at the door and told him he would be relieved come morning but not to, under any circumstances, leave his post.

"I don't care if you have to piss your own pants, you don't move," he warned the officer before walking off with the rest of the team and heading out for the night. Time to head back to the precinct and put this stuff into evidence. Glancing around at those still hanging around before jumping the barricade and heading down the street. He wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight, he had to double check on some things he had seen on Danica's laptop before anything else.

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Risa Couri

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Location: Apartment 1B

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"Bullshit," she laughed, she knew damn good and well the man had thought of every possible reason to get her in a dress he could think of. He knew how much she hated them and he seemed to get far too many kicks on seeing how mad she got when she was forced to wear one. Taking the towel from him she rolled her eyes a bit. "Yeah, because then you would just hide all the towels and I would be forced to chase you stark naked through the place until you gave me one." Chuckling as she thought back to numerous times she had had to do just that, the man was completely incorrigible.

"Aww, poor baby. I'll make it up to you," she said winking at him as she dried off and he made his way down the hall to deal with whomever was knocking at the door. Grabbing her newly acquired clothing she slipped on the articles before hanging the towel up over the bar on the wall and strode down the hall, her bare feet softly padding against the floor. Stopping at the end of the hallway she leaned against the wall and listened to the conversation. A smirk crawling over her lips as Lucas dealt with officer.

As the door closed she crossed her arms over her chest and had to bite her tongue from laughing. "Don't you mean Wanker my dear?" she said before stepping over to him and lacing her arms over his shoulders. "What would I do without you? Protecting my helpless tush from the big mean American cops, going to have to find a good way to reward you for your services governor," she said before giving him a soft kiss. Turning she shook her tush a bit teasing him as she head over to the kitchen and started spooning out a couple of bowls of the stew that he had made; a coy smile on her lips as she glanced over to him from time to time.

Setting everything down along the raised counter top that separated the kitchen from the rest of the main room. Pulling up a rickety stool she nearly lost her balance as the thing swayed too and fro. "Fucking hell, okay. I have got to talk to our roommate and get our furniture in her properly. You know, before I bust my ass," she grumbled as she grabbed the counter top to steady herself and slipped a spoon over to Lucas.

Shaking her head a minute before taking a deep breath, finding herself having to stifle a slight yawn. "Excuse me," she yawned. Trying to push the quickly on-setting sleepiness away before taking a bite of the dinner that Lucas had prepared for them. It was a lovely little meal and Risa was more than enjoying it, yawning a thank you to her boy friend. Jet lag was settling in and it wasn't long before she was nodding there like a toddler, her face just barely missing the bowl as she finally slumped over on the stool and her cheek pressing against the counter as she fell asleep right there.