Lady Absinthia

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

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Anisa & Jahosafat

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Location: Lady Luck: Table Main Room
Skills: Jack-Of-All(Anisa), Recruiting (Anisa), Carouse (Jahosafat), Social Science -> Psychology (Jahosafat)

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Anisa quirked a brow. This woman was either too honest and too goodie or she was up to something. Anisa might have had a bit of a buzz but she wasn't stupid or blind. Yet she went along with it. There was enough truth to let Anisa wasn't to test the waters and see where all of this would go. "Not putting anyone out and even if you were that is my decision, no one elses." Anisa wanted whatever doubt anyone might have had in their mind that this was her ship they were talking about. This wasn't a democracy when it came to things. She didn't take votes. She hardly ever listened to opinions. Her ship, if they didn't like it the door could hit them on their ass on the way out, even if it was in the middle of the black.

Jahosafat took a bow as he pulled his hat from his head. Flourishing it from let to right. "Well said my dapper compatriot. I am the resident doctor upon our lovely captains vessel extraordinaire. Why must one suffer through the trials and tribulations of a stitching or cleaning with something set in the rudimentary or dull scrubs that so many of my profession believe is necessary to adorn themselves with. Why not have a bit a flair with ones wardrobe. It is a lust for life that makes all things grand and when one is at deaths door, they should be privileges to the best dressed and most exuberant of doctors. I know myself would never settle for less," the man spouted off as he gave a bit of a wink to Jackie as he flipped his hat about and slipped it back onto his head.

Yet his attention did not remain with her long as he noticed the other doctor on the ship making an exit. His luscious brow rose and his eyes drifted to the one she called sister. He had been observing the two since he spotted them when he looked down from above. There was much going on there and he wanted to know even more. "Though I must step out for a moment of air myself. So many circumstances weaving together at once and it seems that you all are in the best company one could hope for. My dear dapper Foy. So please, soak up his culture and ways, it would do you now harm while I go with my medical counter part and have a breath of fresh'er air. Do wait up my dear dear Dorothy. Tis such a shame that your arm or mine should be bare. Let us waltz the streets together!" he exclaimed before belining it after Dorothy and in a right hurry it seemed.

Looking over towards Jackie, Anisa couldn't help but snot slightly. "Farradians..." Anisa said as she answered the question of who the hell speaks like that. Granted, even for that moon these two seemed a bit over the top from what Anisa could recall. Yet every person from Farraday she had met had been a bit off when it came to things. Not that they were nuts or anything like that, just that they were very different. And in this 'Verse that was saying something. She couldn't help but smirk a bit as a thought from long ago came creeping into her mind as she turned slightly and looked over towards Foy. It hadn't dawned on her until now but there had been something very familiar about him and now she had pegged it...

"Beatriz Maverick! That's it! You are the fuckin' boy toy version of Bouncin' Betty!" Anisa said as she slapped her hand on the table and leaned forward. "That fucking Farradaian flower card shark," she added as she eyes Foy and took a closer look at him. Really the first hard stare of a look at the man she had ever given him. Bouncin' Betty was well known by lowerworld class. She was known for running gambling halls and always two steps ahead of anyone she had never tricked. The woman never held a legit game in her life. The only reason she was probably still alive was because even though people knew she was cheating them, they couldn't figure out how. It kept her ahead of the game and those with a coin on her head. (Always alive because they wanted answers, or something more.)

Outside the man from Farraday quickly caught up to Dorothy and no sooner than he had, had he pulled a silk handkerchief from his vest pocket and handed it over to her. "Quite the exhibition of authority our dear captain is putting out there is it not. Yet, your sister did not even flinch when the bullet nearly took her life. Tell me, is she always this dull in such matters or is she unaware of the danger her life was truly in?"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Ludwig Zimmer

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Location: Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
Skills: English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries, Ferret Handling

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Knees buckling slightly, Ludwigs form seemed to fall like a rag doll for a split second. Back arching one way, head rolling the other, hands coming up as if they were lighter than air. Yet there was really nothing wrong with the man, so to speak, it seemed as if though he had just had the weight of the world come from his shoulders as a look of perplexed relief came over his features of face. "Oh that is wonderful to hear!" he exclaimed with a rather over abundance of joy, a fit flying into the air as he spun around and gave a bouncy half drunken jig. His bag and clothing fanning out around him a bit as he did. Placing a single finger on the top of his own head he smiled innocently and brightly before he suddenly stopped and rushed back over to Vlad, throwing an arm around the man as he took back his invitation.

"Please... just between you and me. I do not do well in front of people. They think I am a little mad. How odd isn't it? Do I look mad? I am far to happy to be mad but yet time and time again people misconstrue this smile for madness. Chumps, all of them. Little pollywomplegligens have settled in their colons, stopping them up. So because they cannot leave the kids at the pond they believe everyone is surly. Preposterous." His voice was of utter disbelief. How could anyone ever believe that he, Ludwig Karl Zimmer, understudy of the great Ulrich Krause Sauer could ever be anything but having an exuberant time, especially when he was traveling and running into different types of trained ones. They had to be mad and trying to pass off their grouchyness onto him. No, he would not let them steal his thunder. He was a Zimmer! And there was nothing in this world that could bring him down. (Or ground his mind.)

Now there were plenty of things that could startle him and throw him off. A goat rushing passed in red could distract anyone and it had him for a minute. Even as Vlad began to speak to him again his eyes were over and lingering on the tent from which he had exited not long ago. Tent, green, dirt, mouth full of dirt. Pale giants. Were they giants? They might be giants. Did they have giants in the circus? Did they have giants in the Graveolase? Grav... Grave... Dirt, dirt again. Worms, slithering through holes. Holes, not whole, white, pale. Lace. White, grave, lace, death. Yes. Death. Death of loved one. Dieter, no not his ferret, his brother.Miss him he did, it made him sad. It made him mad. Was that why people thought he was mad? Because his brother had died?

A blink, or two came from Ludwig before he stopped starring off into the abyss that was his wandering mind and he looked over at Vlad. "Yes, much respect for people. For family. I will respect all I see," Ludwig said in all seriousness and with coherence he rarely possessed. Complete clarity and sanity coming through, understanding in his eyes, and a solemnness on reflecting about his brother no longer being in the world.

As quickly as it had come, it was gone though as he squished up his face, forcing his spectacles back up to the bridge of his nose from the tip, using the index and ring finger of his right hand to aid in the process. "You have smallest nesting doll? Circus with Tiger and goat on them? Tiger eat the goat, goat eat the grass, grass digs in the earth, worm in the earth, center stones. Yes, Nesting eggs, have any?" he asked as he stood there and his mind started wandering once again. Spotting someone handling a small ferret, white with gray markings. He pulled his journal once again from his bag and weaved around the people, walking over and observing. He squatted down like a child about to poke an ant hill. "Oh, oh I know this one, I know this one. This is Polvelitel'," he mentioned as he flipped through the pages of his journal and wrote down a few notes. The entire thing was in German, save certain words which were underlined. On this page it had at the top Vyoz, in the middle Polvelitel', and the words Ykrytiye mertvykh paslen at the bottom.

Resting the journal open on his thighs he reached into his bag and pulled out Dieter. (His ferret, not his brother.) "I can train, see. I know how to train. He does good for me. Dieter say hello," Luwdig said. He was like a child showing off their newest drawing or the fact they had made their bed for the first time without help. The auburn colored animal sniffed the air for a minutes before scurrying out of his hand and up his sleeve, to his shoulder and snaking around the back of Ludwigs neck. The mammals tail flapping against Ludwigs right shoulder as his head rested along the left side of the mans neck watching everyone around. "He's shy but he is might steed! Fiercest of animals, a cobblers worst nightmare he is," Ludwig added as he stroked the red fur of his companion. The man that Ludwig had come over to looked at him as if Ludwig has lost all his rubles. Simply nodding an okay... look and walking away but not before shooting Vlad a look as if to say, "dude, what the fuck?"

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Ladies Room, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
Skills: Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Ettiquette, House

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Millicent sat there, her back to the door so that if anyone entered they could not see her features. Yet she did not really bother hiding her face from the single maid which stood there awaiting if anyone needed assistance. There would be no use. Staff rarely ever missed a single detail of what went on within a home even if their employers did constantly. It was little bits of information that kept them employed much of the time in certain households. Either in being able to use the information to be able to keep their position if they were to foul up something along the way or because they had not uttered anything and could be trusted with more sensitive matters. It would mean a far better pay than the year before. Either way, most made it a habit to more skilled in observation than anything they may have been being compensated for, it was the most desired skilled. So why bother hiding what the makeup was not.

Yet it seemed that Millicent would not be alone for long as another came into the room. Her time alone seemed to be over and she found herself reaching up and patting her face dry from the humidity that was still clinging to her skin. Yet the moisture had done its due diligence. Parts of it smearing away even with the most gentle of touches to reveal a deep blue that matched the color of her gown, and black that seemed to be fitting compliment to the darkness of her eyes. The unruly curl of her hair was showing itself as well. Though she had only been there a short while, though she had done nothing but sit, she looked as if she had been put through the wringer for the majority of the day. The sound of silence that she felt within her mind was doing far more damage than the dampness of the Formal Garden had.

A sharp sniffle managed to escape her lips as she stood up, the pain wracking through her core and she wobbled to keep her footing before stumbling over towards the vanity. Pain, bubbly, circumstances all threatened to beat her muscles into submission and refuse to hold her aloft anymore. Yet she persevered, managing to hold herself and steady her form before catching a glimpse of herself for the first time since before she had left for Almacks the night before. It cracked her as her gloved hand came to her lips and she stifled the gasp that came from her vocal chords. "我變成了什麼..." she said in Mandarin before she quickly fumbled for her riticule and with shaky hands began to pull from it several pressed compacts yet she knew not what to do. Abigail had always applied her make up. She had no clue where to start.

Let's Gush!

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Let's Gush!

@Sigil @Nallore @Morose @ONL @Rivaan @Caits @FantasyChic
@Therealslayer @Dragoknighte @Natsu @Bluesky44 @The Grey Dust @mnkee

As per usual I have to take a moment and gush about my peeps. This time though, more than normal. It is one thing to have this wonderful group day in and day out. Some of them have been in my Rps for years now, some are new. Every day they log in, every day they post. They create wonderful characters, sub plots, keep trucking even when things get tense. Never matter what happens, I know I can count on my peeps to get the job done and more than just slapped together - Don't right and be awe inspiring.

Never was this more true and evident than this past week. While I know a lot of groups had to put things on pause, my group didn't. Not for a single moment. Posting was moved to a private forum just for us, and they kept at it. They didn't have to, it wasn't part of what they signed up for, yet they did nonetheless.

So guys and dolls, you need to know just how fucking amazing you are. Seriously. In all my years of Rping I have never have the privilege nor the honor to have such an amazing and dedicated group of Rpers to Gm for. Not only are you all some of the funnest Rpers to be around, both IC and OOC, you level of dedication is beyond anything I could have ever hoped for in a group. It doesn't matter if shit hits the fan, if the forum glitches, if it goes down fully for days on end you just don't give up. You don't quit. You don't falter. Hell you don't even trip up for a second.

I know I have bragged and gushed about most of you in the past. I probably sound like a broken record a lot of the time with my "you guys rock" and "thank you" in this topic over and over again. (At times I swear this topic needs to be renamed The Lady A Is Gushing topic.) Yet I mean it, now more than ever. I wish there was a better way to say thank you, to let you know how much I appreciate each and every one of you. Please just know that I do. I wouldn't trade my job as your Gm for anything. No matter how stressful it gets, how much I want to pull my hair out... You ALL are worth each and every second I dedicate to our Rps.

So once again, for the record...

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

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

Okay peeps all Sands posts have been moved over from SI to RPG. Now that that is taken care of - here are the current counters for Sands...

Lady A - 1
Sigil - 6
Morose - 2
Rivaan - 6
Fantasy - 2
ONL - 3
Nallore - 1

Okay, you are clear to start posting here. From here on out, post here on RPG first and then copy and past it over to SI please. (Code here!!!! Seriously! SI changes the code so if you code there you are in for a world of headaches! Code and post here FIRST, then past on SI.)

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:The Egyptian Museum

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The polite not of the respectable Lord Major was returned by Mahendra, still tempted to give the officer a proper soldier's salute out of habit back during the war, but the social etiquette forbade him to do so. No man out of uniform was to salute, not even around the King himself. So the Bengali had to satisfy his need for social interaction to that polite nod, letting Neema take over the conversation as she continued to question the bloodline of the Keystone family. It wasn't in his place to question the relation between Vera, Peter or Reginald, even if it did puzzle him.

No. Instead Mahendra turned his attention to the set of keys he was still holding in his hand; The keys to the archives, which they were heading. What esoteric treasures of a past eons old lay within the secure space of the Museum? And more interesting to Mahendra, did they have any curious samples of the geographical lay-out of their expeditions destination? As he raised the keys towards the door, Mahendra gave a brief look to the Lord Major. "It might become a little crowded down there, but if you so wish, there is little reason for you having to wait for us out here, Sir. Does my position as assistant put enough weight behind such a permission?"

Haakon on his part continued to follow in silence as the group progressed to the archives. Unlike Mahendra, Haakon could sense a anticepation as to dwelve into an archive containing ancient knowledge. As a journalist, digging through archives was not something uncommon to him, but he rarely went back further than a generation or two, not centuries or perhaps millenia in the past.

Was there even the slighest chance that he would be able to take a sneak peak at anything of interest down there? Something worty of a news article back home? Certainly, especially with the craze of everything Egyptian blazing across the world. The real question was if he was allowed to by his companions; especially the Lord Major and Vera. The thought of publishing something without a name, or even under a pseudonym crossed his mind, but with his luck as late it was certain that it would come back to bite him in the butt later. Was such a risk worth taking?

But what about the story? If he dug deep enough, there must have been something he could find.

@ONL

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Josephine Clark

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Location: The Museum
Skills: None At This Time

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Josephine stepped outside of her own thoughts for a moment when the woman with them asked the Lord Major about his relationship with Lady Munn and Peter. She, herself, had to stifle a fit of laughter at her question. Truth be told, Josephine hadn't put two and two together, but it was funny to think about it and it added a new line in their relationships. However, the Lord Major answered and made things clear. Still, you would think it would be easier on those less involved if you called them by the right title. Silly English people she supposed...

Josephine was growing a bit impatient, but things seemed to be moving along regardless. She wanted to get this chore done and out of the way. She waited for the group to follow along before she walked. She was thinking about her plans for the evening. Because she did have plans, one could be sure of that. Things looked to be on the up and up. All that was left was to ask Lady Munn her questions and then she would be able to enjoy her festivities with Ahkmed.

@FantasyChic

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Permit Office
Skills: N/A

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Nora did find it quite curious that they locations of the offices kept moving. Wouldn't it be simpler for things to remain in one spot? She couldn't fathom a reason for the constant relocation of government facilities. The only plausible explanation was that they simply desired a change of scenery. Yet as she followed after Lady Munn, her mind was still mulling over the previous problem. There was a connection she had stumbled upon - one that may very well be nothing more than pure nonsense. It was a silly notion to think that the circumstances of one's birth somehow dictated their personality and destiny - it was coincidence that she shared so many traits with the Nile.

But yet, coincidence was rare - the universe was rarely ever so lazy. As a mathematician, she felt it was her duty to pursue this line of reasoning to its logical conclusion. As much as she wished to engage Vera in the conversation she seemed inclined to - that of Peter - her mind was elsewhere. "I must apologize if I seem distant, Lady Munn. I have been considering a hypothesis of odd consequence," Nora explained. There was information she would need to acquire about the others experiencing these strange occurrences - information that could easily appear laughable to one such as Lady Munn, a woman of science and reasoning.

Nora had to remind herself that she too was logical. There was no reason why she should be ashamed of this theory. "Once we have acquired the needed permits, I believe there are questions we must ask the others involved in this happening. If my theory is correct, I may be able to understand why certain occurrences only happened to certain individuals..." Nora confessed. In order to keep Lady Munn's privacy, as well as the others, she did not explicitly state the brandings and the necklaces by name. Of course, she was also one of the few to have not yet signed a confidentiality agreement.

@Morose

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Date: October 3rd, 1924 Time: 5:35P.M.

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Shepheards Hotel: Rosheen chuckled as she got the motorcycle parked and everything situated. Inside the hotel, Hakeem was still at the counter doing his job. Helping an older couple get settled in and handing their keys over to a bell hop before they were on their way. Rosheen walked in and looked around, letting Mosi take care of her business.

When Hakeem spotted Mosi he smiled brightly at her. "Ma'am, you have returned. I do hope that your day has been going well in our city. We have your room all ready. It is room 2161 on the second floor. All of your luggage has already been taken up to the room and set on racks for you. And here is your key," he said as he stepped out from behind the desk and handed it over to her. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?"

Egyptian Museum: Neema rolled her lips in and chuckled to herself a bit. "Then perhaps you need to let people know. Otherwise anyone who doesn't know you personally will assume as I did," the old woman quipped before looking over at Mahendra and smiling. "Thank you, such a gentleman," she added before stepping into the Archives.

"Oh I worked for the museum for nearly twenty years. About a life time ago," she said to Lauren as she looked over to her. "I was there for many of the digs. I only wish I had not missed out on KV 62." Turning she looked at the rows. "They could be anywhere but I suggest that we check rows 5VbC, 19TTF, and 23RTS. We should split up. They would in a crate marked with the eye of Horus and Bubastis underneath it." Taking a breath she pointed in two directions for 5Vbc and 23RTS before heading straight down the main row. "I will check 19TTF."

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Vera Munn

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Location: Governate (Permit Office)
Skills: Mental Stamina, Focus

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"I look forward to going over your findings once we re a better location for it. It will be nice to speak freely amongst peers instead of being ridiculed by them because I care not to discuss this seasons floral patterns," Vera said as she looked over towards Nora. She was truly enjoying the womans company. Not only did it distract her from the entire William situation. Why he was acting like such a clot was beyond her but she hoped it would cease quickly. Then there the being courted by Peter. While she did care for him deeply she had not ever thought to wed but he seemed to be pressing for them to be something. She had made a promise and she would not break her word.

Nora though was not only good for distraction but she felt a kinship with the woman she hadn't with others of her gender before. Able to speak intelligently with her instead of heaving breaths and batting of eyes and fanning of chests. She despised the ton but there was nothing to be done about it.

"أيمكنني مساعدتك؟" A man asked from behind the counter.

Veras head turned sharply. She had not even heard him approach. He was in his middle years, most likely around forty and looked far older in the eyes than he probably should have. Yet she could only imagine how dead she would feel inside if she was forced to sit here day after day in a government office. The library, while educational, could even become boring. She longed to be in the field and hopefully today would be the first day of that. Thankfully she spoke the language but because Nora was there she stuck to English for now.

"Yes, we are here on behalf of the Egyptian Museum to acquire a permit to execute an excavation at Bubastis. I am Lady Vera Munn, Librarian at Antiquities, and this is my colleague, Lady Nora Kingston, Mathematician and Research Assistant."

@Lady Amalthea

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Lauren Ridgeway

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Location: The MuseumSkills: N/A

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Lauren looked over her shoulder towards Reginald as he started to give Neema information that she was curious about, it did sound confusing to her at first as well but she listened to him. She wondered how thiBubastisngs were doing at the permit office currently, as Lauren watched Mahendra opening up the door to the archives for them Lauren followed Neema in shortly after her. "Thank you sir." Lauren said in a friendly voice as she walked into the room looking over at the various shelves that contained all of the artifacts that were there. When Neema answered her question, twenty years was certainly a very long time to actually work as an archeologist at the many digs and working in the museum as well. "I'm sure you have a lot of stories that i'd love to hear sometime." Lauren said giving Neema a friendly smile, she was pretty interested in the culture and the history of Egypt as well.

Lauren looked towards the various shelves as Neema gave the three specific ones to search for the missing tablets that Vera was needing them to find. "I'll take the   23RTS one then." Lauren said looking towards those that were there, before heading down to the shelf that was marked 23RTS, having an idea now that she was looking for anything with the Eye of Horus on it or the Bubastis marked on it. Her eyes slowly scanning up and down the shelves for any of the ones with the markings that Neema mentioned while quietly humming to herself.

@Nallore

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil @Morose @FantasyChic @mnkee @rivaan

Okay peeps all Soulless posts have been moved over from SI to RPG. Now that that is taken care of - here are the current counters for Soulless...

Lady A - 5
Sigil - 1
Morose - 2
Mnkee - 1
Rivaan - 1
FantasyChic - *** (I was off on my counter when I delivered it to you, so that is on me and you won't be penalized for it. Having said that I need Colette's post in today. Thankies ^^)

Okay, you are clear to start posting here. From here on out, post here on RPG first and then copy and past it over to SI please. (Code here!!!! Seriously! SI changes the code so if you code there you are in for a world of headaches! Code and post here FIRST, then past on SI.)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Elizaveta Romanova, Sister Mary Ignatia Hale, and Virginia Crypt

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz (Elizaveta/Passive), English (Elizaveta), Diplomacy (Elizaveta), Crypt Family History (Virginia)

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The Grand Duchess was more than happy that both Virginia and Mary were on the same page and ready to move forward in what was turning into a mission of women. Not that Elizaveta had anything against men personally. She had dealt with the Circus most of her life and things within the Circus were very different than the rest of the world. Yet, the prospect of getting out on her own away from everyone that was constantly around her, to do something on her own, with friends who were not of the Circus... There was something very exciting about it and in her heart she was sure God was setting them on this path. Directing them so their paths would cross, that they would find each other, that they would have a goal in mind. Yes, this would be the path less traveled but it would be one she would enjoy. She had faith in her new friends.

"Then let us..." she began but her voice trailed off. Elizavetas eyes glazed over, as if a frost had formed over them. She froze in place as her lips parted. This looked like what had happened to her before at Almacks but much more intense. Before it had been a slower over taking, a dazed dreamy look in her eyes. This was hard, fast, and as she finally took a breath as she blinked, sharp. "Something vicked this vay comes, ve must hurry," she said as she pressed her hand to her chest and calmed her breath. "I vill explain as ve make our vay to the Baron," she added as she stepped over to the edge of the tent and pushed back the flap so they could start on their way.

A Grand Duchess just held a portal open for Mary. Etiquette in this matter was fuzzy. When looked upon from the matter of rank within the British Empire, Mary had no recognized title except for her role as clergy, which carried less weight as the Anglican church held sway. Lady Crypt held higher social standing, obviously, and Elizaveta? The next ruler of an empire stood further above Virginia than Virginia stood above her. Yet here she was, holding a tent flap open for them to cross through first. If Veta were upholding the general rules of social standing, Mary reasoned that she might be deferring to her present rank as Arch Graveolase... but that was silly. The Elizaveta that Mary met at St. Etheldreda's Church made it a point to tell her that the formalities of rank annoyed her at best. Mary's own strict adherence to formality was something she would have to suppress; Mary even promised that she would at least try to suppress while in her company. Besides, when someone like Veta offers a favor, one does not insult by declining.

Mary hefted her halberd and directed a respectful curtsy to Elizaveta, adding, "Thank you, Your Grace." Matters of etiquette followed and/or ignored as necessary, she stood to her full height and carried herself as knightly training dictated and strode from the tent, into the literal and metaphorical Circus outside.

With James' safety secured, Virginia was able to enjoy the shiver of fear and anticipation that went down her spine. The members of the Circus were her family and she had no doubt that Crypts, no matter their surname or accent, would be able to thrive in any crisis. Her father, as far as she was concerned, survived a ship wreck and instructed her to seek out their most ancient ancestor. She was certain that her mother had survived as well - the asylum had not broken Lady Dywell's spirits, so she found it strange to imagine that the roar of the sea could.

And while Mary was concerned with etiquette, Virginia had defaulted to the customs held at family gatherings. It did not matter that the British Crypts held an earldom. They were the same as any other Crypt, regardless of titles. Use of British etiquette and customs did not equate respect in Virginia's mind. Respect was more utile and far harder to attain. She nodded her thanks to Veta and passed through the tent, allowing Mary and Elizaveta to pass by her since she herself did not know the way to the Baron.

Elizaveta waited for the women to exit her private tent before she let the flap go and it fall back into place. Her curiosity was divided right then because of the noises she had heard coming from outside her tent but once again, she would have to wait. It did not seem like an emergency right then and they had more pressing matters. Much had to be done before the show and time was drawing near. Walking quickly but smoothly the Grand Duchess made her way through the chaos that was the circus, people making sure to duck out of the way of the three women as they walked.

"Summon the Baron to his tent, it is a most urgent matter," Elizaveta said to a passing member of the troupe. She doubted he was in his tent at that time due to the fact that the Graveolase had arrived. Glancing over towards Mary and Virginia as they continued towards the Barons tent she smiled slightly. "The Baron is far less... dramatic than his son Vlad," she informed the women as they reached the tent.

"I agree." concurred Mary, matching pace with Elizaveta. There was concern on her face stemming from the foreboding words the Grand Duchess has said earlier, but she held her tongue on the issue for the moment. "I can easily see why people consider The Baron intimidating. He is pragmatic and commands the respect of those around him. I spent a good portion of the day in his company; he has shown me nothing but courtesy in that time." Mary considered her observations of her time with Vladimir and his father for a few seconds, "There is a lot of The Baron in his son, but to a degree - I can readily see him hurling knives into his enemies, though I cannot imagine the man as The Great Bazhooli."

Virginia could not help but feel slightly disappointed. She quite enjoyed the Great Bazhooli's dramatic manners. He reminded her of the more passionate and enthusiastic members of her family - though now, she realized it was not too strange that she saw that within him. Well, Mary's testimony that the Baron was handy with a knife did somewhat redeem him, just not entirely. There was danger in the air and while Virginia had been left a bit of an emotional mess over the protection of her brother, she now felt that James was as safe as he could ever be. She could now allow the macabre to bring an intoxicated excitement to her blood, as she kept pace with Mary and Elizaveta. "Although I am quite fond of those with a flair for the dramatic, I must imagine that the Baron of the Russian Circus will be interesting in his own right," Virginia mused. "And a welcome ally in whatever danger you have foreseen, Grand Duchess."

Pushing back the tent flap of the Barons, Elizaveta stepped to the side so that the women could enter while they waited for the Baron to return. "I assure you, the Baron is a character in his ovn right, just as every member of the Circus is. Never a dull moment to be found," the Grand Duchess assured Virginia as she waited for her and Mary to enter before following in their footsteps and making her way into the tent. Glancing around she clasped her hands before her and took a position of standing in front of his desk facing the tent opening.

It was a matter of seconds after the women arrived at the Baron's tent that a venerable and powerful voice boomed from the general direction of the Grand Pavilion. Reactions from the crowd milling about or moving to specific tasks were immediate, even moreso than occasions that Vladimir had called for action. They parted like mown wheat, providing a clear path for the man to march directly up to his tent and greet the trio of women gathered therein. The Baron himself was richly dressed in ebon black trousers, riding boots, and cavalier vest with charcoal cravat tied in Imperial fashion; intricate and tight. A crimson tailcoat, heavy with black and gold brocade fit smartly over the ensemble, which was accessorized with a pair of Russian sabers and black top hat of very fine quality, but looked to be of local construction. An older man in his sixties, he was nonetheless spry and solid for his age, handsome of face, and with a full head of hair the color of polished silver.

He entered his tent, at first a vision of blustering authority. That image of him melted into something slightly more cheerful as he took in the identities of his visitors. He swept off his hat and lightly tossed it onto a pillowed seat nearby, bowed with a flourish that, while not as grandiose as his son's, certainly influenced it heavily. "Grand Duchess," he began, speaking English with a greater degree of comfort than others on his Circus, "Dame Commander," he continued, eyes piercing and inquisitive, "And Lady Crypt. It is ...particular honor... to receive you in my humble and temporary home." The words themselves could have been addressed to all of them simultaneously, but his eyes remained locked on Virginia. With impassioned speech, he addressed the newest visitor to his tent. "New meetings! Yes, new meetings require libation, da?" The Baron glided effortlessly to a chest near his desk, throwing it open and digging within. "Ve have many vines, good vines vith notes of flower and plum... but you, Lady Crypt... he raised a bottle labelled with the language of his homeland and a wooden rack of short glasses, pouring as he spoke, "For you, I think, Carpathian Vodka. Ve have much to talk about. But for introduction!" He handed the first glass to Virginia and raised his own, I am The Baron Dmitri Alexandrov, of line of Vasilyevich, Master of Russian Grand Circus. Velcome to my home."

"Now! he shouted, eager to get to business, "Vhat is thing of great importance?"

Virginia did not miss the express attention she received from the Baron as he entered the tent, with a subdued flourish - yet a flourish none the less. It did not surprise her in the slightest that he already recognized her, despite this being Virginia's first meeting with him. Her naturally pale complexion caused her to stand out amongst the peerage. It caught the attention of the Catholic Church, bringing on the inquisition of Dame Mary Hale, in order to ascertain if Virgnia was a member of the undead. In fact, it was a more rare occasion for her to not be instantly identified just by her appearance.

She accepted the glass of vodka from the Baron, noting that the Crypt family's connections to the Russian Circus appeared to only be a mystery to the Crypts. "Thank you, Baron Alexandrov," Virginia replied. She didn't see the need to introduce herself - everyone in the tent was aware of who she was. She'd much rather learn more of what misfortune Elizaveta had seen. Poison us, strangle us, break our bones - and we will come back for more. It was the Crypt family way. They drew strength from the macabre and the morose, from the mercurial and the dismal.

Morose, Sigil, Lady Amalthea

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Vladimir Alexandrov

"The Great Bazhooli"

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
Skills: N/A

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The whole encounter with the befuddled German fellow was a series of tiny surprises. Upon peering into his soul, Vlad could tell only that the usual warning signs present in those who would do harm were not to be glimpsed in the very odd man. The use of the skill, Chteniye Dushi, was not absolutely reliable, even for one as experienced as himself in the ability. It showed what it wanted to show; one opened themselves up to it and trusted that it would reveal what was needed. What surprised him was that this gaunt, scattered man knew the name of the skill, and could describe the nature of it. He didn't remember his people ever getting down to the old lands of Prussia, nor the dark mystery of the Black Forest. If he spoke the language or had a knowledgeable guide, he might want to visit. The point being: how the man knew of the Rusyn Skills, he could not say. This day was supposed to be the first grand display of those skills outside of the Russian Empire. Vladimir had questions.

Another surprise was that his invitation was legitimate. Ludwig had passed over a letter, presumably from the Graveolase. Vladimir reversed the grip on one of his blades in the manner of a showman and tucked it away, freeing his hand to better accept the document. He had seen Sister Mary's invitation earlier in the day, and this contained the same lining, writing, and was signed by the now deceased Arch Graveolase. If this was a forgery, it was excellent.

So he was invited. Just not by the Circus. Come to think of it, nobody who was of importance this evening was actually invited to be there. Moreover, the people of London and surrounding area, paying visitors, had declined to show up at all. Most performers would consider this a dismal failure. They would lose money this night, but just maybe, they would be recognised by the Graveolase, which after all was the point of this journey.

Vladimir looked with heavy eyes from the paper to Ludwig, then back to the paper. He handed it back to the strange man, and with hard features (but softened voice) said, "Da. Vas Chteniye Dushi. You have invitation, remarkably offputting Teuton. I have qvestions, many qvestions for you, but can vait for the now. Graveolase prepares in Grand Pavilion." There were notes of annoyance and confusion floating about in his mind, things which he was certain followed this man about like flies to carrion. Far be it for him to deny a person or organization the same access to the Graveolase that he also sought because of this.

Such was his belief in this ideal that, when the insatiable Mr. Clops made his grand exit, it barely registered with him except for the reaction of the German man hiding behind him. He just sighed, shook his head, and relented, "Da. Meeting Graveolase. You, you are in Tent City of Russian Imperial Circus. Is homes for many peoples. Do not enter tents, do not enter vagons vithout permission. For now, eat, drink, laugh, dance... But respectful! Or you vill vitness firsthand vhat it means to be Bazhooli'ed!" Vladimir replaced the knife in his hand with a grand flourish, spinning it about as he spoke. "Is not pleasant. Not for you. Ve have agreement?" The Great Bazhooli stood with a look of stern impatience, very curious as to the nature of this man who, though with less-than-ideal entrance, was apparently supposed to be there. That fact alone raised questions.

@Sigil

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Annoying. Yes that was Constantin's day so far. The fact that Veta survived a near certain death wasn't really a benefit for the day's case since she also got herself into a near death situation. Then he got covered in snot twice... Once by tiger and then by crazy german person who he now had to suppress the overwhelming urge to punch. He was important guest so he couldn't sadly.” Vhy is this day going like this?” Constantin asked himself as he walked the streets between tents to get himself back to the tent his family was using. He's expression was grim, his clothing dirty and damn it was showing because the shirt for his firedancing costume was white.

Grumbling he pushed his way into the tent an rubbed his temples, throwing a look at his clothing. His main set of clothing was still wet from the debacle in the morning with the freezing water. They were all nicely placed on ropes in the tent to dry up, but frankly with this London weather and general high air moisture it wasn't working too great. Then there was the tiger ruined shirt... and now this....” Did I anger someone up there, no I still live so I probably haven't. Then someone's just playing me for laughs. Maybe it's a vily's revenge... haha” He sighed, throwing his dirty shirt aside at a pile of other dirty clothing and laid on his bed.

Yeah he was running out of clothing. Well not surprising considering they were traveling circus and they didn't exactly have too much space for spare sets of clothing along the rest of the luggage. In the end with some annoyance he rummaged about his father's clothing, finding himself one of his shirts. They wore pretty similar sizes overall so it was fine and this one had a pretty decent tear on the right elbow from being worn for lots of years, but hey at least it was clean.

Rivaan

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Thalken Talink

Goatdammit!!!

- "Kill Everybody" by Skrillex (Goat Remix)

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Location: Devonshire Terrace --> Marylebone Rd.
Skills: N/A

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Thalken was looking out the carriage window when a streak of white in the dark landscape caught his eye. His brows furrowed slightly. "What the hell--" he began, before his words were promptly cut off as the carriage suddenly lurched to the side. His eyes widened and his muscles tensed as he fumbled to grab ahold of something to steady himself. The sound of the horses' distressed snorts could barely be heard above the sounds of their hooves scraping and scrambling across the gravel underfoot. A distinct cracking sound could then be heard and the carriage itself began to tilt to the side, sending a jolt of panic through Thalken. Thank God, the carriage didn't end up turning over, but instead it soon settled into its new cockeyed position.

An involuntary sigh of relief left Thalken's lips as things came to a calm standstill. However, it wasn't lost on him that something or someone had caused his carriage, of all carriages, to nearly wreck. His gaze darkened to something more akin to the fearless mercenary that he is, or rather was. One hand was still bracing himself against the frame of the carriage, while the other adeptly unsheathed one of his throwing knives from the sheath attached to his left thigh. He twirled the knife in his hand before holding it close to his chest. His hand went for the carriage door, and he slowly, almost soundlessly, opened it slightly and slithered outside. He swiveled the knife in his hand to hold it at the ready, as his dark eyed gaze quickly surveyed his surroundings for the "threat."

The white blur of a runaway goat in gladiator gear of all things suddenly ran past him as it let a loud, obnoxious MAAAAAA. Before his pride could quell it, a startled yelp left Thalken's lips, and he jumped backwards out of the critter's way. "God dammit!!" he exclaimed in typical Thalken fashion. As the critter disappeared with a resounding MAAAA back into the night for which it came, his gaze finally took in the damage that had been done to the carriage. "God dammit," he grumbled, his arms falling back down to his sides. He glared at the blasted broken wheel then glared out in the direction that the wretched goat had disappeared off to, before stating dejectedly, "I hate goats."

@Mnkee

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

@Sigil @Morose @FantasyChic @BlueSky44

Okay peeps all Miranda posts have been moved over from SI to RPG. Now that that is taken care of - here are the current counters for Miranda...

Lady A - 5
Sigil - 4
Fantasy - 4
Morose - 1
Blue - 1

Okay, you are clear to start posting here. From here on out, post here on RPG first and then copy and past it over to SI please. (Code here!!!! Seriously! SI changes the code so if you code there you are in for a world of headaches! Code and post here FIRST, then past on SI.)

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

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William Harper

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Location: Newhope - Lady Luck
Skills: N/A

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It was an interesting point for Harper to note that, while Anisa's actions might seem highly irrational, it made perfect sense to him. Removing sentimentality from the equation, the decision to remove Daphne from service but not the ship gave her an opportunity to rebuild a rapport with the Captain while removing responsibility to her directly. In addition to keeping the sisters together, it forced Dorothy to take on that responsibility and direct her sibling accordingly. It allowed for hope, if executed in the most ass way possible. But that seemed to be the way things occurred in this part of the 'Verse. As Captain, Anisa could not be seen as weak or ineffectual. Such things were excellent ways to lose a crew, or worse, lose a ship entirely to them. Harper was a dutiful survivor, or so he hoped. He wasn't a hundred percent on which side he would take if something like that happened, though from the looks of things, that wasn't likely at all.

Another interesting point for Harper to note was that, with his presence, Anisa seemed keen on observing how the rest of the crew reacted. Especially Daphne. There were people on board that could fly the boat, no problem, but it he and the younger pilot had a similar, extremely useful skill set. Harper personally handed Anisa the equivalent to a personnel file on himself; she knew what he was rated to do and the extent of his education. The rest of the crew figured him for a "presumed dead" Alliance Fleet Officer pilot (or at least he hoped), but even that should have been taken as a threat to job security for one or two from the Vengeance crew, responded to by increased willingness to toe the line or at least trip him up somehow. Neither of those things happened. If anything, a singular and pervasive apathy took hold, followed by varying degrees of insubordination.

There was no way that Anisa could have accepted Fitz into the crew - not right then, and not until something fundamental about the situation changed. If she were to do so, it would give the appearance that the woman she just dismissed was right in her actions overall and rightly challenged the authority, even in a small way. Tiny cracks led to big holes, which were deadly out in the Black. This might work out for the applicants, in his estimation. Might, but right now all they could be were drinking buddies. And to be honest, Harper really didn't feel like drinking.

Harper was sorry that all of that had to happen; there was no trace of dishonesty there. Many unpleasant things needed to happen to get a good, trustworthy crew underway, and not every aspect of managing a staff revolved around friendship or leniency. Naturally, this internal thought process was entirely based upon what he had gleaned about the Captain over the course of the past week or so. He could be completely off about the situation, throwing his own slant into a scenario where he wanted to find a sense of belonging.

These were matters that had already been settled for now. Harper was not in a position to alter them, even if he thought doing so was prudent. Instead, he nodded to the Captain's request to keep himself available, intoned a quiet, "Yes ma'am." and turned his thoughts to other matters.

Two main objects of his attention held more sway at the moment, and be did not mean the two dandies from Farraday that had re-graced the table with their presence. No, the lady that Anisa was addressing who apparently had been the cause for excessive dram earlier that day was one. This seemed highly irregular. He wasn't about to make comment, merely scope it out with an eye geared toward skepticism and see what developed. The other matter was a heaping plateful of Baozi, cabbage, and basil-infused legumes. Carefully, he broke open the top of the delicately steamed bun to reveal the yummy barbecued pork within and, only as mannered as the setting dictated, tore into it.

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Foy Coiffeur

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Location: Newhope - Lady Luck
Skills: N/A

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Being as they had arrived to their chosen destination, Foy uncoupled his arm from Jahosafat's and used the opportunity to tip his very fine hat and exclaim, "I take to my dear friend and associate's assessment of the hour's events with unmatched and certain agreement. It was an invigorating display of assertive Captain-ing, if ever there was one displayed. I have significantly less regret now concerning my decision to take contract with this fine lady."

Foy spun his bowler from his head with a flourish, setting it upon the table in front of an open space. "But wherever are our manners, dear sir?" he queried, looking to Jahosafat. "We've new people in our midst, ergo introductions must greet them, and forthwith! If grace would move you to permit, I would ask the honor of the initial, my good sir? Saving the best for last, of course." He gave an agreeable nod in his friend's direction, then took in the faces and details of the people he did not know at the table.

"Apologies for interrupting such a riveting occasion. I am Foy Coiffeur, of the notable Farraday Coiffeurs (you may have seen my visage upon various jars of ungent or follicle elixir), and this dapper individual is Dr. Jahosafat Moreau, Gentleman Rapscallion and Medical Officer of our merry band of troublemakers and ne'er-do-wells." As Foy spoke, he made his way over to Mei's chair and rested his hands upon the back of it, drumming lightly with his thumbs.

The unfamiliar blonde lady's comment on Jahosafat's peculiarities of speech was noted by the proper, moustachioed man, who responded thusly: "I assure you, madame, that persons of breeding and taste from the Noble Moon of Farraday speak in this manner; though I daresay toward the affirmative, in comparison to the rougher tongues of the Border and Rim, our habits of diction and verbal etiquette are magnificently poetic. My own family and tutors were singularly austere in matters of verbiage."

Foy smiled and looked down at Mei, considering his options. In the end, he simply stated, "It is a pleasure, of course. You must save me a dance later; we may discuss ...current events, madame."

@Sigil

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Dr. Dorothy Pender & Dr. Fitz Townsley

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Location: Lady Luck's
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Dorothy smiled slightly in relief as Anisa indicated that she would be fine to go and get some air. To say that the past week had been trying was an understatement, and unlike others, she didn't feel at ease in Lady Luck's. She felt restless and tense, as memories that she attempted to repress threatened to come back with a vengeance. There had been enough dram without her seeing her father's face in each bartender, regardless as to whether or not they actually resembled him. "Shiny. I won't be long more than a mo'," Dorothy said, nodding at Anisa before she departed from the table.

What was she going to do about her sister? While she was grateful that Daphne hadn't been ejected from the ship, she no longer had a job. She could see two possible outcomes of this situation - maybe even a third. Daphne could grow in maturity and eventually get her job back, yet she felt there was an equal chance that her sister might exhibit even more teenage angst than she had before. There was a third option - there was no reason why Daphne couldn't leave and join another crew. If Daphne left the ship completely, should she follow her? That option may not even come to pass, but already Dorothy felt torn as she exited Lady Luck's and felt the night air on her face. She shoved her hands in her pockets and walked down the street, not caring in particular where she went.

The tears on her face glistened in the evening light. She stopped on the side of the street and looked up towards the sky, feeling as if she were adrift in the Black. What was she going to do?

Meanwhile, back inside, Fitz couldn't help but smile slightly at the accents of Foy and Jahosafat. He was from Osiris, one of the most influential planets in the Core. The High Court was present there, hearing Alliance judicial cases. And of course, the University of Osiris itself was renowned. While Fitz hadn't seen the 'Verse himself before, he had heard a Faradayan accent before. From what he recalled, Faraday had a bit of a reputation for being one of the more Core minded worlds in the Rim. That didn't mean, of course, that he didn't find Faradayan speech patterns to be a bit verbose. It was like watching a play from Earth That Was - an experience that could not quite be compared to any other.

He extended a hand to Foy, his fingers shaking slightly. "D-Dr. Fitz Townsley," he introduced himself. "En-engineering," he then added. He would have tagged on that he received his doctorate in engineering from the University of Osiris, but that felt like it would be a bit much.

Fitz then smiled kindly at Jackie. He deeply appreciated her attempts to advocate for him - but he didn't feel like they were going to work. He was an engineer in his soul. If Plan A didn't work, then it was time to evaluate what went wrong, implement changes, and begin Plan A Trial II. There wasn't any reason why they had to get hired onto this particular ship. Of course, there wasn't any reason why Fitz needed to work either. His family was wealthy and he had the funds to travel as a passenger if he wanted to. "R-Royus recommended I try in the m-morning to get passage or a job. W-we can go to the docks then."

@Morose

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Daphne Pender

Location: Lady Luck
Skills: None

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Daphne listened to the conversations around her. She wasn't too thrilled that Foy and Jahosafat had returned, but there wasn't much she could do about it. They were an interesting pair, at least in her opinion. With Foy just continuing to spout off his mouth, and talking to Anisa and Mei, it made it easier for her not to say anything at all. From what she knew about him, he spoke enough for everyone else.

She watched her sister leave the table, and contemplated following her. Her sister did not look too good, but from the sounds of it, she wanted to be alone. Daphne didn't think her sister would want to talk to her at the moment anyway, so she left her alone. It was always best to leave her be when she wanted to be left alone. She turned her attention to Fitz, who was starting to talk again as he introduced himself to Foy. He seemed to be doing a little better now that things had calmed down, though at the rate things were going, who knew how long that was going to last. With some woman who had apparently gone snuck onto the ship and now seemed to be getting a job, things just kept getting more interesting, at least to her. She remained silent, just listening to the conversations around her.

@BlueSky44