Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

We shall have such a tremendous time at the event.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Completely up to you, yet with such a large event, it would easily feasible that they would attend.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Morose @Lauder @Sputnik @Sigil @mnkee @rivaan @Pundii

Alright, new post up peeps - For the new comers - know that your counter now is based off your last post not my WN post. It will stay that way until announced counter reset (which will usually come after a long time jump or when relation sheets are requested to be updated. Other wise it is based on your most recent post)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Did you not hear my screams? Have you not seen what this life has brought onto me and countless others. No, I would suspect not. Tis a pity really but that is neither here nor there at this time. My screams will continue but they fall on ears that cannot hear them. Such is the time. You were plagued in the night were you not? That was how it started for me. I dismissed it, it was nothing but a dream but just every so often our dreams become the reality we try our best to fight again. For some you have already experienced the pain that you were subjected to but you think that is as bad as it can get? I wish I could tell you it was but in the end it is not. There is more pain that can come, it is the folly of being human.

Pain comes with the rising of each dawn, it just will depend on if you will acknowledge it or not. Most do not, not at first. We are humans wish that the pain would leave, we do not want to face it and so we live in denial of what is clearly in front of us. Of course, it could have just been a simple dream could it not? It can wait, just a little dream for a single night. It was nothing. Yes, twas nothing to let yourself be plagued about for there are far more pressing horrors before you. Perhaps in time it will fade to distant memory. Yet just in case, keep your wits about you for what have we learned from the past? That is we are doomed to forget it, we are doomed to repeat it. Tis quite the most unpleasant cycle it is not? Especially when there is little hope to ever break it.

But enough of this, it is a new day. The day has dawned and each of you have a path laid out before you. Shall you follow it or shall you take the road less traveled? If you do, please be careful. Things lurks in the darkness and unknown recesses of the world. Hidden from view until it is too late for someone to hear your screams. I know... No one heard mine. Will they ever? Will you Perhaps it doesn't matter. Now go, the day is here and the night is waiting, always waiting.

March 21st, 1823

@Morose - It seems the world keeps turning for Virginia and for dear little James, what a relief - for now. The bell of the manor rings and when answered there will be a messenger. Almack's is requesting the presence of the Crypt's long before the event that evening. It seems that they wish to procure the Crypt's skills for this evening. They are wanting to see if Virginia can detect anything within the city before the event beings. They are doing everything they can to ensure the event is safe and secure for the night because of a last minute RSVP of high importance. The actual invitation to the event itself came six weeks ago but it was just for the event itself. This is for actual work.

@Rivaan - The sun has basically risen but is still low enough in the sky that the shadows are long and the sky is still lit with oranges and pinks. More people are coming to life from the night before and starting to emerge from their homes. Jeanette is getting the usual looks from passerby but right now Hyde Park is thankfully mostly empty. It will not reach it's height of crowds until closer to brunch. After a time Jeanette is approached by a young lad dressed in finery but it is clear that is a handmedown and is frayed at the edges. He looks at her oddly before holding out a piece of paper folded and sealed with wax. "Was told I might find ya here," he says before pulling on his vest pockets. "And I should await an answer." Seems Almacks is also sending word for you. They are hoping that you might be willing to come over and ensure that their Presence Guards are up to snuff and with it is an actual invitation to the event itself - something you had not be privy to before.

@mnkee - When you arrive in London, you are met at the gates of Jericho and handed a rolled up scroll of paper. It welcomes you to the city and tells of how those hosting the event at Almacks are looking forward to you attending tonight's event. It is the usual drudgery and attitude that comes from them normally when they welcome all out of town guests who are attending, with a hint of aires to it that are both reassuring and demeaning at the same time in regards your limited field of vision and how steps have been taken to try to ensure that you shall not be inconvenienced by low lighting. It may leave you wondering if they are trying to be kind or just making another uncouth stab at you. Either way, it is delivered and you are allowed into the city of London itself. Coming in from the south and having to move North through the city at this time of day should not prove too cumbersome.

@Sigil - Just as Mary is leaving the Abby she is stopped by one of the many nuns there, pulling out a notice from within the folds of her cassock and handing it over to you. "It came late in the night but I had all bu forgotten it, do forgive me and Godspeed my dear," she says before toddling off back into the Abby proper. Almack's is at it again, requesting Mary to come not only to the location before the event to bless the grounds (They have no idea that just isn't possible for a place that is proper only in their eyes) but to also attend the event that evening in hopes of keeping any of the dwindling number of Soulless from getting passed the security. There is also a small note about propriety being upheld. They really must not know who they are dealing with.

@Lauder - The butcher procures you a wonderful piece of lamb and does the usual pleasantries, inquiring if the Father will be attending the large event that evening at Almack's. It seems nearly all of London is a buzz about it and that many of the market folk have been working with Almack's to acquire everything needed - from musicians, to food, to spirits, and more. It is looking to be one of the largest events of the Season. The Father would have received his invitation for the event six weeks prior. A common occurrence for him to receive one to most any event during the Season, whether or not he knows the people attending,being a man of the cloth and single - he is fodder for mothers looking to marry off their older daughters or bluestockings.

@Pundii - You will reach London about the same time as Fyror, being only a few carriages behind him in the line and as with him you will receive a letter on arrival to the gate about the upcoming event. Yours is a tad more kind and less condescending but there it is nonetheless. Roads are pretty much as they were for Fyror as you make your way through the city to your destination. The event will not being until that evening so there is plenty of time to get settled in, bathed, and ready for the evening - as well as time to do whatever else you may wish before then most likely.

Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Stables)

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Millicent turned her head sharply as she heard Gerard's voice and a soft smile came to her lips as she rose from her place and palmed the book in her hands before her. Curtsying slightly she lowered her head and rose it again to meet his eyes with her own. It was not an uncommon practice when it was Gentry speaking with Gentry or Peers but for a Lady of the House to curtsy and bow her head to someone who was a lower social class than her own was unheard of and frowned upon but it was still something Millicent did each time she greeted Gerard, something to show the respect she had for him despite his class standing. Mr. Connolly, good morning to you," she said in a gentle voice as her fingers curled around her copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"Quite correct, I must ensure that my presentation skills are honed like any other. Who better to listen than one that cannot interrupt my practicing? I would be terribly amiss if I were to stumble over my own words when in tutelage with you Mr. Connolly." Artemus nudged her gently and she laughed with a light air as she pushed his snout back a bit and gave him a bit of a pat with her hand, running her fingers through his mane careful not to snag the long hairs. "I do hope he finds the time together as enjoyable as I."

Seeing Gerard hold out the flowers to her, she felt her lips parting slightly as her jaw threatened to go limp. Tightening up a bit she slipped the book into the pocket of her morning dress and reached out for them, the smile on her lips growing as she took them and let her fingers caress the soft petals. "Such simple beauty and I am at a loss for words to express my gratitude at its fullest Mr. Connolly. After the darkness of my dreams this past night, their color is a welcome burst of color in this world. Thank you so very much." Her voice was clear and tinged with a sweet sorrow as she spoke before she realized that the simple gift of flowers was affecting her more than they should have. The dream coming back to her mind, she sighed inwardly before clearing her throat a bit and looking back up at Gerard and forcing a simple curl of her lips to him.

"Milli!!!" a screeching voice called out from the second story window. It seemed Mrs. Wyndham was awake and already poking her nose into the world. Rolling her eyes, Milli stepped out from the stable and looked up towards her step-mothers window and waved her hand which held the flowers. "Millicent Wyndham, you need to be preparing for this evenings event, not traipsing around the stables as if you were a lowly milk maid. No wonder you cannot turn the head of any man of title. I will not have you riding in the carriage this evening if you smell of steeds and hay."

"Yes mother..." she said as she lowered her hand and held the flowers close to her breast.

"Who was daft enough to send you such paltry petals?" her step mother grumbled from her window and Milli groaned under her breath before plastering a smile on her lips.

"They were a most welcome gift from Mr. Connolly this morning," she said in a fiery tone.

"You mustn't say such things Milli or you will left with no prospects but those of the titleless such as Mr. Connolly. I will not have it."

"You needn't worry mother. Mr. Connolly wouldn't dare try to seek my affections."

"Right you are."

"He would not want to sully his reputation by being tied by marriage to your scandalous lips," Milli spat coldly. It had the wanted outcome, Mrs. Wyndham scoffing loudly before stepping back and slamming her window panes shut. Shaking her head Milly turned around and looked towards Gerard with a sorrowful expression. "Please do forgive my families and my own impertinence Mr Connolly. I am most thankful for the flowers and your tolerance for our impropriety. Excuse me." Sighing Milli turned and began her walk towards the backdoors of the kitchen.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Morose @Lauder @Sputnik @Sigil @mnkee @rivaan @Pundii

Okay, working on the next post - might be a little bit before I finish it but it will be up today. Quick thing, those of you that have images of your homes now up and going - feel free to add those to you CS. (Just get the edits in within the next 48 hours, after that no more edits without Gm okay) -

Also, don't forget trip times and such for distance travel. If you google it and use the walking tab it will get you an idea - for every 6-8 hours of walk time, make that one days travel for your character even if by horse.

Anywho, back off to prepping the post!

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@FantasyChic - Day 6

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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@Pundii @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

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Aziza's attention was taken from those around her to Harry and Harry alone as she felt felt his hand shaking periodically within her own. Her bright eyes streaked with worry as she looked at him, her free hand coming over and resting on top both of there, caressing softly. She wasn't sure what was going on but it seemed that the barracks were getting to him and that he wasn't there with her right then, he was elsewhere and where ever that was, well it was anything but being kind to him. Her lips thinned as she watched him go pale and pasty. This was not the man she was used to seeing in the bar when she danced. So full of life and strength. He seemed plagued and beaten down right then and she felt a growing pain in her chest as she sat there and watched him suffer. It made her miss everything else around her.

Peter noticed the change but he was more focused on waiting for his uncle to reply. As he waited, of course the reporter decided to start talking to him once again. Peters eyes lit with a fiery rage as his jaw clenched. Did this man have no manners what so ever? He was standing there waiting for an answer about the prospect of marriage for gods sake and Haakon was asking for forgiveness for interrupting? I R O N Y!!!!! The only thing that saved Haakon from becoming very intimate with ivory end of Peters cane was the sound of a broken man asking to be excused for a moment. Peters eyes looking over to Harry for a moment and simply nodding. He knew the look so well, he had seen it in the mirror many times over the last few months.

Turning his attention back to Haakon the man had already walked off and looked as if he was about to leave. Rolling his eyes, he decided to wait to assault the man verbally and physically until next they met. He hoped that moment would never come. Multiple interruptions and jotting down what was said between people. It was savage in his mind, like a hyena ripping apart a carcass that was still alive. As the man stepped out of hearing range it seemed his uncle was on top of things about the wanted permissions and answered. He was glad that Reginald had waited to say anything until the bloody reporter could no longer hear their conversation. The last thing he wanted was it to show up in the gossip columns, the only thing he could imagine a man lacking in manners could get a job writing.

Aziza stood by quietly, watching Harry walk off and biting her bottom lip slightly, not sure if she should tend to him or just give him a moment. Looking at Reginald as he addressed her she nodded in understanding. "Yes of course Lord Major, thank you," she said before turning to Lauren. "Please just give me a moment to tend to Sgt. Walsh, excuse me," she said in a soft voice with a nod of her head before rushing over to Harry.

Peter looked back to his uncle and smiled, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder. "She could ask for none better uncle and I am most content in your answer. Then let it be known that I shall begin in the morning when I meet with her. May luck be at my side," he said in a happy voice. Looking over at Lauren he couldn't wipe the smile form his features. "Would you care to join us in the officers club until she is finished tending to a soldier in need?"

Coming over to Harry, Aziza slowed her pace and approached him calmly, her eyes shifting downwards to see he was having a problem with even the simple task of rolling a cigarette. Reaching out she rested her hands over his. "Let me," she whispered in a kind voice before taking the paper and tobacco from his fingers. Smiling up to him for a moment before she looked down and made quick work of completing the task for him. Sealing the thin paper with a quick flick of her tongue and roll of her fingers she held it out to him, her smile as soft as ever as she stood there. "I am here to listen if you should need."

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Now that the room was clear of most everyone, Vera's demeanor shifted quickly and she could not hide the look of contempt that came over her features at Williams words. Scoffing as her lips thinned. "Jealous? Of you and that tart? Don't be absurd. What in the name of the Pharisees would give you just a ludicrous idea? If anything I am offended that you and she treat each person in the room like a doxie just waiting for a crumb of attention of the likes of you Americans. Scandalous really. Your attentions seem to favor anything with a bit of hip curve and hers towards anything with a bristling of hair on their chest. To Mr. Elvsgaard to you, back to him, to the Lord Captain, then back to Mr. Elvsgaard. Jealous? HA! You two seem quite fit for each others attentions, or lack there of I shall say. You both seem quite content chasing each other and everything else in the room, like a dog in heat," Vera all but spat before turning her attention to Lady Kingston and brushing the curls from her flustered and flushed face.

"No, thank you Lady Kingston, truly. Your decorum and skill will be most welcome in this endeavor. I shant be but two ticks to retrieve the aforementioned pieces of history for you to peruse." Turning on her heels she made her way for the door, glaring back at Mr. Drake and narrowing her eyes at his words before stepping out into the hallway. She kept quiet for all of a few minutes, just long enough to get them out of ears reach of Lady Kingston before she stopped in her tracks and eyed William as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I am not some street urchin to be toyed with Mr. Drake. If you care to spread your seed from this end of the Nile to another, that is none of my nevermind but do not pull me into your scandalous behavior. I am not naive enough to believe that you harbor anything for but an enjoyment at tormenting me. I may not be as beautiful as Miss Clark, I am well aware that I am at best comely in my appearance, but I do have a keen mind. I know well and good enough that I could never truly attract yours or any other mans attentions but do not use me in some game of yours. At least have enough respect for me professionally not to use me as some cog in a game of the mind or heart," she said in a firm tone but it was obvious by the look in her eyes and the trembling of her bottom lip that she was genuinely hurt and disheartened right then. Vera was not one trained in the arts of seduction or hiding her true feelings.

Shaking her head slightly she dropped her arms, them hanging loosely at her sides as she turned on her short heels and walked off towards deep storage to retrieve what she had promised to get for Lady Kingston.

[LAU] Taslin - (Lady A & Char)

Claire smirked and took Cass's hand, pulling herself up and dusting her rear end off. Listening to Cass she had to take a moment to figure out just what in the hell the woman was saying between the whispering and the laughter. After a moment her eyes widened and she looked at her brother turning redder and redder as he hide his face beneath his hand, his cigarette burning between his fingers and a trail of smoke trailing up towards the sky.

Then it happened, Claire fell out laughing, falling back into her rear end and rolling around on the ground. She was basically laughing her ass off as tears rolled down her cheeks. Murphy growled some and kicked at her but Claire managed to roll out of leg lengths reach as she kept laughing. Somewhere in the laughter she tried to get out the following.

"Bastard always be fainting when he gets a jolt of emotional relief after a stressful situation. Surprised ye ain't seen it happen before but trust me, be perfectly normal for him. Damn man be getting the vapors and shit."

"Aww to hell with the both of ya," Murphy said trying not to let out an embarrassed laugh. "I'm hungry, who be wanting food?" he said trying to change the topic but it was obvious by the color of his cheeks he would have handled getting pants a lot better than fainting.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@FantasyChic - On day 6

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Retribution: "I have because of obvious reasons chosen to go with ballroom tie but for you my dapper gentleman may I suggest a cravet tied in the Osbaldeston Tie style? With your preferred color choices and the event chances before us, nothing seems more fitting." Never let it be said that Jahosafat was not a man of taste, for he has spent a good hour before even emerging from his quarters this morning retying his own neck apparel to ensure it fit just properly.

The ship is handling well and the crew is obviously alerted to what is going on at this point and seem to be awaiting orders from the Captain. The ship will break in from the black and into orbit within five minutes but coming in at such a break neck speed might damage a good many things, best to slow it down before you hit atmo or it is going to be like skipping spritz cookies on the lake. Gonna hit, break, sink. So hold on. Once in atmo, it will be nearly no time before the Vengeance is in sight. What will you do now?

Vengeance: Anisa stood stoic as she heard the news that the Alliance Vessel was there already. She knew it was coming, Camilla had informed them but she had hoped they would have more time for repairs before it arrived. Hitting the com she bellowed through it. "Gideon, we need to get off world, yesterday!" she announced. Camilla glanced towards Jackson out of the corner of her eye and felt herself sighing inwardly even though her outward expression was blank.

Maybe it would just be better if they were blasted off this rock, then at least it would be over with. She had no idea how they could get out of this. She knew Alliance Patrol Boats, they were fast and they were heavily gunned and armed. Not like a Firefly Class vessel. This ship wasn't built for war, it was built for transport. The only hope they might have in getting away was if Gideon had actually gotten her working again and Daphne could out maneuver the Alliance's pilot.

"We are good for the Black but she ain't going to be easy to handle or even moving at a decent pace yet. I need more time!" Gideon yelled back through the comm. Atticus touched chest to chest to head to abs, that was not the news the preacher was hoping to hear. "I need more time," he added.

"How much time?"

"Three days?" Gideon said quickly.

"You have ten minutes, if we can hold them off." she said into the comm before looking back at the crew. "Jackson, Gene, each of you in a shuttle, ready to break away if we need it. Lionel go to Gideon and see if you can light a fire under his ass. Atticus, you know what to do. Dorothy, stay ready and armed. Daphne, be ready to take off as soon as Gideon fires the engine. Camilla, hold still," Anisa said as she stood there.

"Hail that ship Daphne."

Atticus nodded and rushed off to his quarters to prepare. He knew exactly what to do. Camilla cocked a brow, figuring the Captain would want her ready to fight but to be told to just stand there? It didn't make since but she did as she was told, standing there next to the Captain as she waited for Daphne to hail the Retribution.