Lady Absinthia

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

@FantasyChic Okay, I like her and I like the history set up - only thing is I personally need some things to fill the gaps in the history. (Though that doesn't have to go into the CS) - if you could pm me that where it isn't general knowledge and lets her keep the air of secrecy that would be great. That's just so I can have the full history and can weave it into the plot but keeps it out of the eye from everyone else. ^^ (You can go ahead and move her to the CS tab, I will post an intro for her in my next update)

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

@rivaan Yeah, go ahead ^^

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

@FantasyChic Starting place is going to just be Newhope since that is the planet they are on. Keeps it simple. As far as what ships she can fly, it is more by size than type in this Rp because of the way the skills are set up - (It gets more played out in RP depending on their background but doesn't have to be listed as specific for the CS purposes beyond the skill listing itself since all the skills come off the pregenerated page.)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

>TMW LLA rolls a death and it breaks your heart but you have to follow through with it.

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

@FantasyChic Nah, just roll with whatever comes to mind. Why I left the opening list vacant of positions.

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

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

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October 4th, 1924 - 9:00 A.M. Local Time

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Barracks: "Morning," Aziza said as she looked up from her cup of tea. Resting it down on its saucer she shook her head. "I slept soundly enough but I had the strangest dream," she admitted before taking another sip of her tea. Looking at Laurens plate she felt her stomach tighten. She was indeed hungry but wasn't sure what was what on the buffet. Smiling as Josephine sat down she nodded. "I will, I am just afraid I do not know what much of the food is. I wish to try something new but not sure where to start."

She was about to ask one of the ladies if they would be kind enough to help her figure out what to eat when Haakon joined them. Cocking a brow she listened to him speak. "How can one make a promise not to do something again when he does not know what he did? Seems like an empty promise that cannot be seen through," she stated quickly, about to rise and leave the table. She didn't like being lied to in any manner, especially not such a bold faced one when the day had just begun. Promising not to repeat something when they obviously had no idea what it was the had done? One couldn't make that sort of promise. It was a flat out lie in her eyes.

Aziza stilled though as she spotted Harry walk in and give her a smile. She returned it and found herself blushing slightly as he came and seated himself next to her. "Good morning," she said sweetly, her mood lightening somewhat now that he had arrived. Taking a breath she leaned in and whispered against his ear. "Could you help me figure out what to eat? I'm afraid I don't know your countries cuisine." Leaning back she grinned shyly as she motioned towards the food at the buffet.

Peter nodded to his uncle. "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. Rules and regulations are what give us an ordered society. Though if it would make things easier, please just place me on temporary assignment here under your order," she said as he placed his hand on top of his cane and rose from his place. Stepping over to the door he grinned towards his uncle. "It is good to be around those I care about once again," he said giving his uncle a pat on the shoulder before heading to the door.

"Let's! I am famished and could really do with some bobbles and squeak," he laughed before opening the door and heading out. Seemed he should have waited another moment or two for just as he was rounding the corner he was nearly plowed down by one Lady Munn, her nose buried in a book. Not her usual book, one of military regulations since it was the only thing in her room to read. She gasped as Peter's arm slipped around her waist to steady her. His cane hitting the ground as he caught the book she fumbled in mid air.

Vera looked up to him startled at first and nearly apologizing to whomever it was she ran into only to freeze as her eyes caught Peters. "Lovely morning isn't is Vera?" he said, not even mentioning her little head on collision with him as he kept her close. He had always been like that, never making a big deal of her clumsiness. Vera swallowed slightly.

"Um yes, very," she replied as she started to straighten herself.

"Uncle, do be a gent and go on without us. There are a few things I wish to discuss with Lady Munn before the day gets any older."

Garden City: Neema came in and sat the tray down, smiling as she handed over the letter to Nora. Nodding she sat down and started pouring each of them a cup of tea. "Of course, why I brought enough for both of us. Your company is far more welcome than any of the staff," she chuckled as the steaming tea poured from the pot and filled each cup. "Sugar or milk dear? or both?" she asked as she sat there.

"And then tell me how your evening went? I would like to take a look at your finger again and make sure infection has not set in. Please, tell me all about your dreams. Whether they mean anything or not I cannot say as of yet but I am interested to hear them nonetheless. Life here is so dull, what I wouldn't give to be an assistant again," she said as she looked up towards Nora. "Before I settled down I used to go on dig after dig, seeing so much of country. Now I only get to see a kitchen and a few rooms. Very dull! Liven up my day with tales of your dreams."

Egyptian Museum: The doors of the museum stayed closed for a bit before the doorman came over and let William into the building as he had many mornings. "Good morning Mr. Drake, I'm afraid Lady Munn isn't in yet," he said. That was surprising. Vera was always in before anyone else, many nights staying into the wee hours of the morning only to be found asleep either on the couch in her office or slouched over a stack of papers at her desk. At her latest she was in before the sun rose. To have it be already so late in the morning and her not to be in yet seemed to have worry on the doormans face.

"The curator has sent someone to the hotel to see if she was home but she had not even returned last night. I hope she is alright, after the murder last night at her hotel I wonder..." he said quietly as he shut the door once William had entered. "The papers did not say if it was a man or woman that was killed. All I know is that the British military showed up. Do you think it could be because it was Lady Munn?"

"Stop the wondering, it does nothing but cause worry," the curator said as he walked up to the two men quickly. "I am sure Lady Munn is fine. Anyone that would try to harm her would probably end up damaged themselves. Her two left feet tend to hurt anyone that comes within five feet of her," he said but it was clear he wasn't as convinced of his own words as he was trying to portray. "Mr. Drake, could you head over to the Base and speak with her uncle? Lord Major Keystone? I am sure he could find out for us. All my messengers are out and it will be hours until they return."

Shepheard's Hotel: The taxi made its way from the train station through the streets of Cairo. The morning was busy as usual and it took a little bit of time but eventually it pulled up to the front of the hotel. While the hotel was built back in 1841, it was still a master piece. One of the most called on hotels in Cairo, known for its grandeur, guests, and a secondary base for the military. Three stories tall, it was opulent with stained glass windows, Persian carpets, gardens, terraces, and large granite pillars that resembled those in Ancient Egyptian Temples. Its bar was an American one but it was frequented not only by the Yanks but by British and French officers. Dances are held nightly and guests are dressed in their finest. Tourists shops face the hotel from across the street and store rooms available for military to stow their excess luggage. The food there is described as being as wonderful as anything Paris, Berlin, or Rome could ever offer.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sputnik - Day 6 hun

@Rivaan - How goes the Cs?

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

Sunie Marks

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Sunie groaned to herself, this was going to take a while but if it had anything to do with her shop she wanted to know. The fact she found the letter, written in an unknown penmanship in the back of her shop disturbed her. Yes, people came back but they were always accompanied by her. If someone she was working for was plotting something, she didn't want a trail of bread crumbs leading back to her and someone accusing her of being a part of it. That was the last thing she needed. The shop was all she had to support her family, she would be damned if someone caused it's downfall. Or hers for that matter. If anything she wanted to give them a right good talking to, but in the end she would probably stop doing business with them. She didn't want people who couldn't keep their trails covered around the shop or her sisters. It would just lead to trouble. She had had enough of that in her life.

Hearing the door chime she looked up and cocked a brow. Lola and Sana shouldn't be back yet, in fact she shouldn't see them until close to dinner to time. Sure the shop was open but customers coming in this early always set her on edge. Most people she dealt with came in well after lunch, closer to closing. Darkness was a friend in her line of work: well maybe not hers personally but those that frequented the shop. Few ever wanted to be seen this early in the day coming into a weapons smith. Then she heard the voice. Male? One she didn't know? That was odd.

Rising from her place she sighed, she didn't want to be bothered right then. She wanted to get through the papers. Perhaps she should shut the shop down for the day. No, that wouldn't do. She still had to takes orders, deliver pieces, and over all earn a living. These times were hard enough without shutting down for a day so she could play detective. "Just a moment," she called out as she shoved the paper work she had been going through into a filing cabinet and locking it back up before removing her leather apron and hanging it on the wall. Stepping out from the back room she pushed the curtain aside and glanced towards the new comer. "Can I help you?"

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

@Sigil Yeah, go ahead and make the edit.

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

@FantasyChic Of course, go ahead and make one. ^_^