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Is there any way we could get it to where if we have our account set up to hide avatars and signatures it extends to actually work in pm's as well?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Okay, just wanted to make sure. Know this group has a tendency to plot away and such

Current Mood in One Gif

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Not yet, next round it can arrive. Remember, anything that includes moving through the city, skills (even for NPC's) will have to be checked by the Gm for rolls and outcomes. So don't over plan, you could end up really disappointed. Ideas are great but make sure not to let things run away from you.

Do any of you build multi RP Universes/Continuities?

Oh yeah, have a complete universe time line for my RP's that includes the alternate timelines. I never let a world go to waste.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Thana Martin

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Location: Medical Garden (10)

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Thana nodded slightly towards Ash, glad he was at least willing to tag along without her having to insist on it. She had work to do and she had also promised to stay by him. If he had decided to go back to his house anyways, it could have caused a bit of an issue and right then she didn't want any problems. There had been enough excitement for the day. Letting out a breath she started to walk around the medical garden, kneeling down and checking on the plants but more than that, the soil.

Plunging her finger into dirt which held plant after plant she seemed to be doing something important but it did look odd to see her just sticking a finger into the dirt of every plant there. "Please tell me that hick left some sort of notes about this place," she said as she dusted her hands off.

Walking over to the heaters she started to move them. Turning a few off but keeping others on and adjusting where the warm air was flowing towards. Moving the heaters that were not still needed over towards the door. "We need to put these over in the greenhouse. I will also need half a dozen bricks, some wood, a metal bucket, and water," she added as she looked back over towards Ash. "We need to see if we can kick start your crops. They are in halfway decent shape but right now they won't produce until later in the season unless we do something about it."

"Yeah, just be stayin' on task. Keeps workin' keeps talkin', don't ya be frettin' none abouts whats goin's ons. Sures he may be goin's crazies but he do be havin' the cutest ass." Thana's head turned sharply as she head the voice in her head and found herself blushing a bit at the thought of the Captains bare bottom. It wasn't exactly a thought she should be having while trying to work.

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Lola Holler

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Location: North Of Newnan (Spring & St. Clair)

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The Kiwi could only keep laughing at Thalia spoke. She loved messing with the woman, she was such an easy target to get all riled up. It wasn't that Lola did or said certain things to be mean or cruel, it was just how she was and in all truth she meant everything she said to Thalia in the most loving way possible... in the most ass way possible. (Literally and figuratively.) Lola wasn't refined, that was an understatement, but there probably wasn't a more loyal friend left on the planet. At least not living. She had done anything for Thalia, save acting like an adult when she could have fun. That was just beyond her.

Yet when Thalia spoke up about the phone actually ringing Lola's jaw dropped. She had watched the woman day after day try that thing. She had told her a thousand times to not even bother but had given up even that much over the last months. It was part of her daily ritual, like Lola singing at anytime of the day or putting on her make up. Some things just weren't going to change. Now, how Lola managed to make the tank stop as if it was a race car instead of a tank was a mystery in and of itself but stopped dead in its tracks the tank did. Well not dead in its tracks, it took a bit to slow down but there was a hell of a jerk forward that came with the sudden speed shift.

Getting out of her seat she moved quickly and over to Thalia. "Well fucking aces Jet! Anyone actually answering? If not there better be one hells of a voice mail. Like you know, Sorry we aren't in right now, killing a bunch of munchers, we will return your call as soon as we are sure we aren't on tonights dinner menu," she laughed, excited about the possibility. She still doubted anyone would answer but still. It was something. Something different.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 22nd, 1823

Scotland

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"I see," Callum said, not exactly convinced that she was telling him the whole truth on how she felt about the deception but he wasn't going to pry. He had after all deceived her to a point since she had arrived. Nodding he stepped over to the carriage and held the door open for her with one hand and the other held out to her to help her into the carriage if she chose to take it.

Rory sniggered a bit but didn't say anything, especially after the look the priest shot him. Climbing back up into the driver seat he took a hold of the reins and waited for them to get situated. Callum watched Rory for a moment before his eyes went back to Maeve. Giving her a slight smile his eyes motioned towards the carriage. "Come now, Father Blair here to help you with all your spiritual needs. Shall we proceed?" he asked her trying to make light of the situation.

"Seriously though, I am a priest, and a parson... Long story, will tell you if you want to know. I at least owe you that," he said. Rory's brows shot up and his head snapped quickly as he looked down at Callum. Rory knew why the deception was needed, knew the history of Callum, the two were closer than Callum was with his entire family. Yet hearing him willing to tell someone else about it pulled a look of astonishment from the carriage driver.

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England

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Case Name: Death of a Garden
Location: Crypt Manor (London)
Time: An hour or two
Reason: Same as before
Group: The Crypts

My Hider

Like with previous rounds, Virginia is still seeking answers. (And she will until you tell me otherwise lol) - So continue as before. Pm me for rolls on tests you think she should take, or questions about what she could or couldn't do with her skill sets. (Trained and not.) - Another 7 days.

The Strand: "Yup but you don't seem to speak much," Michael chuckled a bit before banging on the door again. "Nuetermyre! Wake your ass up!" Michael bellowed as he kept banging on the door. There was a sound from the window upstairs over them. A sound of something crashing, a banging, and then a slew of curses that would have made a sailor blush. The window flung open and an old man that looked more like he should be a patient in a hospital than a doctor on the streets peeks his head out.

"What in the blazes!" he shouted before looking down and spotting Michael and the corpse. "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Stop beating on my door before you knock it off its hinges," he spouted before disappearing back into the window. Michael just shook his head and glanced over towards Thalken.

"Watch your pockets in here," he warned Thalken as he heard the locks on the door start to turn. Looking back at the door it opened and there Nuetermyre stood in his robe and slippers.

"What is all this?" he asked. Michael explained in short fashion what had happened. "So I am to hold a body? They better be paying me for the space."

"I have no information on that, just need to drop it off."

"You know where," Nuetermyre said, giving Thalken the once over and licking his lips before turning and walking off. Heading back up the stairs without a word. Michael couldn't help but roll his eyes as he turned back to Thalken.

"And your virtue," Michael said, adding to his warning from earlier. "Let's get this body moved," he said as he climbed into the back of the cart and grabbed the dead man by the shoulders, leaving the feet hanging off the edge of the wood to Thalken. "On three, and lift."

Sarah Ann still didn't wake, thrashing about like a bug caught on its back. That was until Francis pushed the girls aside and tried to wake her. The poor girl bolted straight up right and looked with wild eyes around the room. Her chest heaving as she panted for breath. "Bollocks," she said in a weary voice before her eyes finally came to Francis and found that she was in her room surrounded by people she knew, living people. Letting out a sigh of relief she fell forward against the madame and apologized.

"Oh twas horrible madame! This head be rolling after me, I kept running but it wouldn't stop. I climbed things, turned this way and that, but the head kept coming for me. Head of the dead man it was. Then soons as I thought I was safe, his body came after mes from another ways. Two pieces running and rolling after me. Was maddening, I nevers wants to sleep again," she cried against Francis.

Regent's Park: Sister Sophia looked at Vlad and nodded. Gathering up herself as Myska circled around them before starting to growl at the crowd that was around. The tiger causing the people to part like the red sea and keeping a quick enough pace to stay ahead of Vlad until he reached the personal tent of Veta. Myska leaped up onto the bed and turned slightly before basically flopping down like he did every night. His body curling about. This was how he always slept, there in bed with the Grand Duchess, as a pillow in the summer, warmth in the winter.

It was probably a good thing Elizaveta had spent so much time with the animal, raising him from a cub. He was far more docile towards her than most others that trained animals. Like a child has a connection with its mother. And right then Veta needed all the warmth she could get. As Vlad carried her, her body was ice cold, far colder than the waters had been and while she was breathing, she still had bits of frost on her blue tinged lips, her hair crusting over like frozen gold, and her body involuntarily shaking from the chill that ran to her bones. Yet she still made not a sound, not a whimper of pain, not a movement of her eyes under the lids.

Adam looked around the chaos that was going about, watching cautiously as he sat there before Sister Mary. He didn't say anything at first but then looked up at her. "Go that way," he said as a chill ran through his body. His finger pointing off further into the tent city. It wasn't a second later that Myska came pushing through and parting the crowd before ducking into a large extravagant tent. It was much smaller than the main one but much larger than the rest that seemed to be various homes for other performers. Sister Sophia was coming through the crowd but her eyes caught a glimpse of the two there on the horse, it wasn't every day another nun was in eye shot of her. She looked at them confused but turned away and headed towards the tent that Myska had just gone in, yelling back at Vlad. "Hurry, gods speed now!"

Westminster Hospital: Dr. Graham stood there and sighed a bit to himself. "I do not believe that anyone harm will come to your reputation Sir Kildragon even if you were to flay the main at the gates of Buckingham and set him aflame. If anything, it might raise people's opinions of you," he said gravely before shaking off the thought. He would actually have paid a kings ransom to see such an act.

Pulling out his pocket watch he looked at the time, stepping over to where the nurses were he found the papers on Mrs. Wyndham and checked her visitors log. His finger ran over the paper before checking his watch again. Grumbling to himself he turned back to the two men that were there. He looked them both over. He wasn't sure what their relations with Millicent were but it was more than obvious that they seemed to be the only ones he had met thus far that seemed to care whether the woman lived or died. It was more than he could hope for at that point.

"If he is doing what I believe he shall, he already has at least an eight hour head start on the both of you, maybe as many as twelve," he said as he motioned for them to follow him down the hall a bit. On the wall was a casting of bronze of England with the counties marked out. He pointed to the high point of England, where Scotland would have touched the border. "Gretna Green is where I believe he is taking her," he said before looking back at them. "He must be at least to Nottingham by now. I do not know if you will reach him in time to stop a marriage... Time is not on your side with such an advantage of time and distance as he must have already placed between him and London. We can only hope that he feels threatened and is not pushing for speed. If he be, all hope for the girl may be lost."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Kyra & Sana

Location: The Tower
Interacting With: The Group
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The door's latch gave way and the door flung open, hitting the wall inside and staying there. Cocking a brow Kyra nodded but Sana was already making her way through. Pushing passed the two of them as she did and giving Keystone a pat on the shoulder as she passed. "Don't care what is in there, getting away from that smell," Sana said as she walked passed, nocking an arrow into her bow. Kyra chuckled a bit, which was rare for her, but seeing Sana flee was hilarious to the white haired ranger.

Inside Sana looked around. The first floor had a plain round table in the center of the room with four chairs seated around it. Along each wall there was a long bench and at the back of the room was a spiral staircase that lead up. Ash padded in behind Sana and rested down on his back legs panting slightly. Sighing a bit Kyra followed suit and glanced around. The walls looked fully intact and well taken care of, nothing resembling how the place looked on the outside. Dotting along the walls were six unique looking suits of armor and various tapestries.

Pursing her lips some, Kyra drew her sword and kept looking around. "Not even any dust on anything..." she said quietly as she looked towards Sana. Sana perked a brow and ran a finger along the top of the table, it came up clean. This didn't sit well with the gypsy anymore than it seemed to with Kyra.

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

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Newhope

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Prometheus/Docks: Atticus and Jahosafat wasted no time as they headed for their things and got to work on finding their new quarters. Atticus was more than happy with his, they were nicer than the one he had had on the Vengeance. Jahosafat muttered to himself that these were far less than what he had enjoyed on other ships but he made due. Chuckling to himself over the reaction he figured Foy would give when he returned. That would be a hoot worth being witness too.

Anisa made another trip but this time didn't grab her things but Jackson's. She hadn't brought everything of his but had chosen somethings she wasn't willing to let go of, reminders of the last person she had known from a life that had been taken from her so long ago. Setting down Jackson's guitar he ran her fingers along the strings. She had no idea how to play and doubted she would ever take the time to learn. There was no reason other than sentimental to keep it. Maybe one day she would get rid of it but everything was still too new in her mind to think about that. Anyways she had work to do.

Toy Shop: Royus chuckled a bit, his eyes sweeping over the youngster. "Well now that is done with, was there anything you were actually looking to buy or just browsing?" he asked s he slipped his gun beneath his work apron and pulled out his feather duster. He wasn't trying to push Fitz into buying anything and it showed in the old mans eyes. He had honestly enjoyed just having someone to talk to for a bit and have a game while he was at it.

Hearing some giggles from the front of the store his head turned to see a boy not more than ten excited at the counter while his mother bought him a kit to make a ship with. He smiled slightly and looked back at Fitz. "The only difference between him and me is age. Some of us just never fully grow up," he laughed. There was a bit more difference than that to be sure but for Royus, when all the daily trails were pushed away he just wanted to play a game. Everyone had their own type of games; some played with games, others with toys, some in business, some with hearts. Everything was just a game.

Merchant Area: The Merchant area was busy now that day was fully going but it seemed like many of the people were moving elsewhere now and some shops were closing up for a bit. It was time for lunch and while the merchant area had several places to eat, they mostly seemed to cater to those that actually worked in the district, not to those that lived in the city and were shopping or the tourists. Those people mostly headed north even further.

From the dress shop there was an alleyway to the south just two doors. The northern alleyway was six doors up. Either was hard to see from the dress shop with the way they were built back a little and how close the buildings were together even with an alleyway between them. The leather worker across the way eyed Foy and the woman she was with for a minute before going back to work. A couple doors down from the dress maker there was the sound of a bell over a door as a man stepped out carrying a garment bag. The sign hanging above the door read "McTavish's Mens Apparel."

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

Sadly due to something coming up, post won't be done until tomorrow. Sorry peeps.