Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Port Annan: Nigel came out from behind the bar and shook his head. "Naw, we ain't always bein' like this. Apparently there been some attacks in London and then further north. People been scrambling to get away. Had some rare port ships comin' in from the south. They be gone by this evenin' I suspects," Nigel said as he glanced around the room and cleaned his hands off on his rag. His overly long brows flickering each time he blinked.

"You's be needin' a room? Or just a meals sir?" he asked as his attention came back to the man he was speaking to. Lord Eagerton walked in and glanced around.

"Excuse me," he said scooting around them and heading over to Lord Rutherford and Millicent. Taking the seat open to the right of Rutherford. "I have a us a carriage, we can leave as soon as we eat," he said as he brushed some crumbs off the table and scowled. "I suggest stopping in Annan to get properly bathed and clothed before heading to the Green. I have a family acquaintance there that will take us in. He wouldn't dare refuse me."

"Oh yes, the Kirkpatricks. Arrogant little prick but he has his uses," Rutherford said as he leaned back in his chair. Millicent sat silent and stoic, focusing on the people passing by on the street.

"That he does," Eagerton stated frankly. "Do you think we will get waited on? Or should just head out? It's only half an hour."

"I'm debating.. If not soon we will. Millicent needs to eat."

Kirkpatrick House (Annan): Lady Kirkpatrick snarked and nodded in agreement. "Grace is not among your virtues," she stated roughly towards Callum. Motioning for him to put a scone on her plate. He did and smiled meekly.

"Ahh but grace of God keeps me alive my Lady. He watches over me and ensures that I not succumb to my fuddling," the Father stated proudly.

"I believe our trials would be far lessened if it did not take an army of angels from above to watch of you when their skill could be put to far more fruitful tasks."

"What more important task for an angel than to protect the deliverer of the word of god?"

"I have plenty under my ward that give the word of god and they need not half the protecting from the dead that you need from your own fuddling."

The father turned red and coughed. Looking over towards Maeve. "Would you like a scone dear?" he asked and then went even darker red as he fumbled the scone and it landed squarely in Maeve lap. "Oh fuddle..."

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London: "A fine idea! A hat, yes!" he said as he cracked it open and handed Dieter, his ferret not his brother, the seed within the shell before putting the shell on his head. Oh no, this would not do, it would slip and fall ad fall and slip. Things would needed to be tended to, a hole here and hole there. a pinch of string a tie there, yes, yes, it could work, it would work. It would wait, wait, yes, time to move, time to watch. The world passing by.

The roads were decent and they would move quickly. The fairy finding finds would find ways, off roads here and through woods there. Off the beaten path, Over the river and through the wood to grandmothers house they would go. By and by save the woods and the green and the timbers. This way and that. How it seemed like circles they would move but no circles this day. Like ravens they moved, over the grounds, yes, further and further away from England. Not to Salisbury, no steak tonight. Not to Bath, no wash to be had. By midday they had covered more ground than ever thought humanly possible. "An hour and hour more until we reach the western shores!"

The Sea: The waters were calming and the storm was moving west. As the salt sprayed Marco laughed. "Ha! What a breath boy, hold on. Avast, ye be taken to dryness soon be enough boy. Da lady be safe and sound I be bettin'," Marco said as he wrapped an arm around Fyror and hoisted him in front before beginning to swim. The waters seeming to part as they moved swiftly, Fyror lifting partly out of the water as they moved. Quicker than most ships could with the best of winds. It was nearly nothing before they were at the ropes and nets off the bow of the ship. "Get him up!" Marco called. Hand over hand were reached down and Fyror was hoisted and dropped onto the deck.

The Captain looked at the man and then over at the woman who was now on her ship. Marco came up behind him quickly and landed squarely on the desk, shaking his hair out. "Gots him Cap."The womans brow quirked as she looked at them both. Then she spoke in an unfamiliar language. Her tone was flat as she spoke and her words quick. The men nodded and swiftly got into action. Marco grabbing Fyror. "Come on Lad, lets get you below and dried off. Gots somethan' we cans put ya in."

The men seemed to be ignoring Collette right then as the Captain stepped over to her. "Come with me," was all she said. Her voice like velvet as she spoke before she turned and started to head towards the back of the ship. There was a motion with her hands and the man that yelled to get the blanket earlier sprung into action.

"Hoist the mainsail, course is set. Catch the winds boys, we be heading north!" he yelled and the rest went to work. The captain approached two ornate doors as Marco was to lead Fyror into the bowels of the ship. She waited for Collette to join her at the doors.

"This way lad," Marco said as he stood on the stairs that lead into the depths of the ship.

The Road North: The fire started to die down and nothing more came from it. Where had it comes from? The Lightening from the red storm? Why had it died? Why had nothing else burned? Was there more to come? It didn't seem as if there was for only the sound of the rain could be heard as the flames dwindled down and away. Had there been meaning that was missing or was it simply a ruse to push them off the path? Did they have time to ponder it?

The horse didn't seem to want to stay in the woods any longer and a crackle of lightening, burning white struck further north. Deep in the woods there was the snap of a branch and then slowly moving in behind the trees were figures and a cold chill filled the air as the static in the air grew. The horse whinnied and started to step back, it didn't want to be there. It moving backwards, trying to force riders to let him go.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)

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Funeral Home: Ryan looked over at Riley and then the rest. "Yeah, it's a lot to take in but I can explain," he said rubbing the back of his neck. As Riley walked out he looked at Priya. "Maybe you should go with her? I'll start taking care of shit," he said before grabbing David by the back of his coat and moving him towards the kids. "Come on, let's get this shit handled."

"Oh...yes, of course..." David stammered as he want into the room and sat down across from Cyril and the kids. Ryan sighed. He figured at least that Riley would have known some of this but Chloe did have her secrets. Just the fact she had kids that were nearly 10, he thought she would have told her twin sister. Seemed she didn't. Only reason he had introduced them was because he was sure she hadn't met them yet.

"Alright, got her will here, this is what she wanted," he said pulling the folder back out and handing it over. David took the paper and started going through them. "She had some demons, so wanted to make sure shit was covered," Ryan added as he pulled the girl into his lap and sat next to his brother.

"Can we see the body?" the boy asked.

"Oh yes daddy! Can we? Before the chemicals?" the girl asked excitedly.

"Yes, before, and during. That would be marvelous," the boy added.

David froze and eyed the kids as Ryan rubbed his face. "I'm sorry but you have to be a licensed mortician to go downstairs."

The Farm: Another crash came from upstairs and another yell. Relic leaned forward and rubbed his face. A lot was happening at once. The police had finished looking over things for now, the fire department was pulling out. The barn was still letting off steam from the fire being doused. And Zoie was apparently upstairs taking out her frustration on anything she could get her hands on.

"Yeah, don't blame you," he said quietly before getting up and heading towards the stairs. "I'm going to shower and change. I think there is some shit in your room. Zoie made some off handed comment last night about having things delivered for you," he said in passing before his feet his the stairs and he headed to his room. In Malis room she would find various pieces of clothing, pants, shirts, jackets, undergarments, shoes, and the like. All casual but of high quality. Even included some sleepware. Apparently Zoie had ordered a lot to be delivered after she had been fitted for the dress yesterday.

Queensguard: Over in Queensguard, things are calm - Maria is behind closed doors in a meeting with Elizabeth. This is one room where Elizabeth doesn't allow cameras. Outside, things were calm as well. A motorcycle approaches the gate. On it is a single figure. Leather pants and leather coat, leather gloves, and a helmet that covers their head and neck. They pull up to the gate and do not wait for the guards to question them. Simply slipping a folded up manila envelop into the gate. It is thin. Turning the bike around they drive off quickly leaving the guards looking at each other questioningly.

One of the guards goes over and pulls the envelop from the gate, taking a look at it. "Hey boss, you got a package," they radio into the building. They aren't moving to bring it in, looks like they are checking it over without opening it. "Checks clean," a second radio call goes through. One of the guards takes the envelope and starts walking it to the building. Unfortunately the bike was common and had no plates. The video surveillance of the grounds only goes so far, so once they hit the outside of the grounds, where it went they have no idea.

Texas/Mexico Border: There was silence on the phone before his voice broke and he finally spoke again. "Could you get Natasha and fly her to Chicago?" he asked nervously. "It's where her parents are buried and our...home. I..I could meet you there... I'll pay for the trip..." he said stammering over his words. It was obvious he was trying to choke down the tears.

A text came in. Who died? What the fuck is going on Rogue?" - It was Roy again. Another text rang through. "I'm gonna call if I don't get an answer damn it."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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We have a new update posted, Congee - need you to move your post over so I can move the update over. The Chair going up is something you all will notice. It is rather obvious when something like this happens. Now, what happens from here is going to depend on many factors. Shall we get to it?

Everyone is going to get a Pm this round. Roll results will be revealed in your Pm's. Give me time to get all of these out since there are a lot of us. Do not post again until you get your Pm from me here on the forum. And as people post - pay very close attention to what they post.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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A chair, seemingly spring loaded, had launched itself into the air. This much was known. At the engine, Owen hadn't noticed as of yet but Leo had. His jaw going slack. In a high pitched voice, that nearly sounded like a little girl screaming, he yelled. "You didn't!?" Owen seemed to be a bit perplexed and turned in his seat. His eyes going back, he noticed the now missing chair. Eyes traveled upwards as his jaw traveled downward. The chair climbing higher and higher into the air. It must have reached its apex at nearly 100 feet. How the woman in the chair was reacting at this point was anyones guess. All one could see in the darkness was the slightest flickering gleam of light reflection from the copper metal beneath the cushion.

"I didn't!" Owen finally mustered to say. He was sure of it, yet when he looked back towards Leo and away from the guests, there was a questioning look in his eyes. "Did I?" He seemed to doubt himself. Rubbing his short gray mustache, Cassius stepped back through the gate and next to Captain Moss as he observed the scene. Owen's head turned over to Cassius. "Did I?"

Clearing his throat, Cassius shook his head. "No lad, you didn't," he said casually as he took a step forward.

"You know, what goes up," a guard who had yet to speak before this said, the shortest of the bunch as he edged his horse back several steps. The other guards on horseback doing the same. The chair had reached as high as it would go, perhaps the body did as well. Either way, what goes up....

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Wash, Rinse, Repeat

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Evelina sat down with the Emendators and the Elder Paradox to compare note as they did at the end of each training session. "It seems we have some concerns. I have stopped this training session. A month, I know, is a short time to spend with a Paradox and train them but I feel it is for the best. We will take care of things after the rest of training is complete." This last round of training only lasted a single month. Evelina was not happy with the results, though she did not blame the Emendators. She knew their tactics well, some had even double checked with her and gotten her opinions before the training fully started.

The Dice had given her thoughts on the matter. She felt the Emendators were going too easy on the Paradoxes. Far to easy. "Our job is to break, mold, rebuild, and teach. It is better it is done by us in controlled environments than out there. The Destruere will not hold back, they won't have compassion, they won't be teaching a lesson. Remember what happened to Peter, to other Paradoxes. To..." she felt her voice start to crack and paused as she regained her composure. "To Drem. This is our last training session with them before they go out there, alone. If we do not prepare them, we have failed. It's time to stop holding back. This session we take them over the cliff."

As per last round, we are breaking this down into 2 parts. Part 1 - Skills. Part 2 - Next Round. This will be the final round.

Skills: Here are the skills your characters picked up over the last month of training. The dice came up as 1 month for the last round.

You have 48 hours from this post to edit your Cs. Copy and paste your new skills into place under skills if you have new ones to add. I would make sure you get these in post haste. If it turns out you received a skill your character already learned, well, you are out of luck - just means you got more training in it. Place a * next to it. If you got a new Language - place it under Native Languages.

• Sophia:
  • Tracking - The ability to follow a trail or recognize tracks of humans or animals. Can determine passage of time, direction, number of creatures, etc.
• Andromeda:
  • Second Primary Skill has activated
• Faith:
  • Diplomacy - The art of negotiation, which encompasses the talents of tact and cleverness to reach a mutually agreeable end between parties in a dispute.
• Bart:
  • Alertness - Ability to notice things that otherwise might go unnoticed.
• Alexandra:
  • Torture - Knowledge of the pain centers of the body, and how to apply pain to extract information from a person
• James:
  • Hand 2 Hand - Basic skill used to strike another person in unarmed combat. This includes striking, grabbing, tackling, shoving, tripping, and choking.

Cases: Now, time to rinse and repeat, again. Round five of five. Break them.

As a reminder - remember as trainers, change to meet each character - so review their current Cs and their characters Cs from before. It will help.

Evelina:

Pupils: Faith, Bart
Study: Under Pressure (How to handle ones self no matter what, how to stay focused, how to control powers, how to remain calm, when to vent, how to harness the bad, how to tap the good, etc.)
Location: The Barn

Gilbert:

Pupils: Andromeda
Study: Battle! (Fighting, preparing, historical battles, techniques and tactics, right weapons for the right times, how to deal with killing someone, etc.)
Location: The Mill

Nancy:

Pupils: James
Study: The World Is A Stage (How to blend in, how to make the most of a situation, how to not be noticed, when and where to use skills, etc.)
Location: The Swamp

Giosue:

Pupils: Alexandra
Study: History Repeats Itself (How to manage time, History itself, all around knowledge.)
Location: The Oak Tree

Belladonna:

Pupils: Sophia
Study: Find Yourself (Personal evaluation.)
Location: Peters Grave

*This is a repeat message from before but it still holds true.
Now, you have 10 days to get your case done. Once counter hits 11, you are over. So keep that in mind. I suggest you collab these out in PM with each other or on Si to make things easier than trying to post back and forth. At the end of this case I will post again, and again, until every character has gotten a decent amount of training. At the end of each Case, once it is posted and I have reviewed it, I will roll to see what skills ~stuck~, if secondary abilities came forth, the amount of control you gained, and so forth. This is going to allow us to cover a lot of time and Rping quickly. Once Training is done, then you will go on to full assignments.

The day will start like any other day at Camp, weather is the same, layout is the same. No need to worry about much to start. Letters are left and slipped under your room doors on where to go come morning instructing you to meet your trainer at the starting location. A bell will toll over the grounds at 5:50 AM to start the day, time to be at the starting location will be listed as 6:00 AM. Start your posts waking up OR there, however you wish.

Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor. (I will be pming my students shortly.)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Update

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Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia<br>9/14/18 Update

Map is updated - check Wayne - God help us.

Description: Cloudy
Temperature: 85°F (29°C)
Humidity: Fucking High
Wind Speed: 10 mph (16 kph)
Light Wind: A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect.

Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama<br>9/14/18 Update

Map has been updated - things are going swimmingly. And by that I mean that the rain is picking up. You all are okay right now but I wouldn't stick around long. Walkers are taking note of the Hordebuster now. It just is bound to happen, it isn't exactly like you all have a small engine...

Description: Solid Rain
Temperature: 89°F (31°C)
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 15 mph (14 kph) - changes directions
Rain: Rain reduces visibility by half. So seeing is going to be a bit of an issue. As is hearing. Hope you don't need a candle because it will be doused. It's getting worse at this point.

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida<br>9/14/18 Update

Thalia will see a walker coming. It is male, looks to have once been a late teen early 20's Hispanic. He is larger than most you have run across and doesn't look as rotted as some others you have run across but he looks like he had been really ill before he turned. Refer to Thana's post for more - map updated
Description: Windy
Humidity: Low
Temperature: 84°F (28°C)
Wind Speed: 26 mph (41 kph)
Strong Wind: Strong gusts of wind, it is going to make things hard of hearing. Such gusts automatically extinguish candles, torches, and similar unprotected flames. Small animals and objects are going to get blown around a lot and hard. This is a former construction site for a new neighborhood before the outbreak so that means bits of wood, broken bricks and rocks, nails, and the like are getting kicked up and blown around. This is going to get dicey fast. The wind came out of no where.

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Thana Martin

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Location: Quincy : House (E9): Inside House (B6)
Skills: Survival, Pistol

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Thana moved further in the house. Eying Thalia for a moment and letting out a mock frustrated huff. The fucking can of SpeghettiOs had become an on running thing between Thalia and Beatrice. It could get annoying, it could get really annoying. Thing was though, it was their own morale game in a weird sense. Picking on about something small like that kept things moving. As annoying as it could get Thana didn't bother trying to get them to stop, in fact she would egg them on from time to time just to make sure it wasn't forgotten. Not like it ever could be. Somethings, no matter how small, were just never going to be forgotten. Like the story she was told about this one girl who came to Newnan and kissed the corpse of her friend only to end up getting bitten herself. Somethings were NEVER forgotten.

Taking a quick glance towards the hallway she had told Beatrice to check she motioned it was clear and then started to do what she was supposed to do. Stay back until the girls yelled clear or until they yelled for help. They had about thirty seconds in her mind before she would start checking on them. Until then, it was time to check to see if there were any supplies in the place. She doubted it with the condition of the road and the fact things had still been being built in this area when all hell broke loose and dead began to rise.

Eyes coming up she nodded towards Manny. Once they knew the house was empty, then he could check on her all he wanted. Last thing she wanted was to be out of the game because she let a fucking cut on her cheek get infected. Infection and elements were as likely to kill you out in this world as the Face Eaters or People. "I will," as she opened up the cabinets slowly, gun at the ready. Not that she thought a walker was folded up in the cabinet just waiting to strike but hey, it had happened before. Peeking inside she closed it quickly and swallowed hard. Turning she looked over at the two men and faked the worst smile in history. "We'll deal with that later."

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Okefenokee: E14 (Walker Central)
Skills: Pistol, Athletics, Iron Stomach, Hunting

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Wayne was in his element. That is if being in a shit storm of your own making was an element that is. Either way, as fucked as the situation was Wayne was still Wayne. He was of the opinion that he couldn't die. Now that hadn't worked out for two other folks that held the same type of mentality. God rest that Crazy Cowboy and that adorable Tank Girl Lola but hey even if he did die, Wayne didn't care. He had been rather suicidal from time to time. Hell who wasn't in this day and age? Waking up to slaughter instead of eggs and fucking bacon was not the way to live. Right now, to him, it was survival of the most fucked.

"Hey, take that piss-whining elsewhere Hank. I just.." Shit, he had thrown his Machete. Probably now the best idea but it had worked at the time. "Thought we could be." God-dammit walkers all around. "A team. You know?" Grotesque mother-fuckers coming at him, closing ranks bees after Pooh stole the honey pot. "Partners." Guns, he has guns. Fuck yeah! Guns! "Butch and Sundance." Wayne reached behind him and drew both his pistols from the hook of his belt. They were't anything special but guns were easier and it wasn't like he was being quiet about things. "Gin and Tonic." Fuck me, only half a clip each, make them count. (Maybe Wayne is what Deadpool would have been like during retirement?) "Mickey and Mallory."

His head jerked to the side, away from the walkers. Something had gotten his attention and he wasn't happy about it. His brows furrowing as he gave this look as if he had just been told his BFF had a crush on the same guy he did. Fuck that. Becky wasn't even hot. "No I don't mean Mickey and fucking Pluto!" Who the hell was he talking to? Shaking his head he turned his attention back to the shit storm he had walked, no charged straight into the middle of. Extending an arm in each direction he took quick aim and squeezed the triggers. Both Walkers dropped like a sack of testicles. Spinning around he lowered his weapons, his back now to the walkers. A rather large grin on the mans sweating features. "PB and mother fucking J."

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

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October 5th, 1924

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George was gone, getting his things from over at the University and making sure the people that hired him knew what was going on. It was just something he had to do before catching back up with this new group he was joining on this new mission. It would take some explaining but he hoped they would understand. Yes, he was doing this for Peter but since Peter wasn't alive anymore, it shouldn't be a problem for him to take some time and go along with this group. They could use someone, if only a gun for the group.

Drinks? Drinks sounded good to Vera, perhaps a bit too good. The woman wasn't exactly known for holding her liquor very well, in fact she had made a fool of herself just what? The night before? Or was it the night before that? The fact she couldn't exactly remember if it was this morning or the morning before she had woken up with a headache and a hangover probably spoke volumes against her getting a drink. That and her clumsiness. Yet, a drink sounded really really damn good. Even a cigarette sounded good right then and she didn't smoke. Oh but she knew someone that did.

"Yes, a drink Lauren, sound just the thing to settle the nerves," she said but her eyes wandered to Josephine. "Can I pinch a fag?" she asked innocently. While where she came from had long been referring to cigarettes as fags, over in the colonies, it had come in the last two decades to mean someone of homosexual tendencies. Not that that little linguistical difference crossed her mind when she asked Josephine. It didn't help that the men were running around under the Lord Majors orders and there were several clerks that looked as if their hips swished even more than a models on the cat walk.

Mahendra was lead into the infirmary and the barracks doctor was there on call to see what all the fuss was about. "Good god man, did you lose a fight with pane of glass?" he asked as he motioned towards the table. Taking a long and close look before he did anything, he huffed slightly. "Some of this is deep, but the shards are solid. You will have some scarring but it will fade with time. Do you want some medication to dull the pain?" he asked. In a civilian hospital he wouldn't have even asked and just administered it but this was the Barracks of the Kings Army. Most men refused unless they were screaming too much to have time to refuse.

Vera sat down in the officers club at the bar and looked around. There was no one tending bar just then. A lot going on, and it was still early in the day. They wouldn't start serving drinks proper until afternoon tea. Glancing over at Lauren, Vera was shaking and pulling at her fingers. "I won't tell if you won't," she said looking behind the bar. The woman had mentioned she worked as a bar tender a bit ago hadn't she? Well maybe not today, perhaps it was yesterday. Or was it while she was looking over Vera while she was intoxicated? Oh she couldn't remember but she was sure she was a bar tender. If she was the actress and Josephine was the bar tender, she was really messed up.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

@Darth Shadow Spotted you in chat for half a second but didn't get that roll I need from you. Can you stop back in and drop a 1d20 roll in Masquerade chat real fast for me? Yours is the last I need from the group.

Let's Gush!

And so they have. After more than 2 years, my Rp After Miranda has closed its doors and our heroes are taking a well earned break. It has been an amazing two years and we will be back for Season 2! I want to thank everyone that was part of this Rp over the years but I want to call out @Sigil @Morose @Bluesky44 & @FantasyChic for seeing it out until the end. It has been a long time coming, with tons of twists and turns. The crew has broken into two and we have been left with a cliff hanger. Of course we have. That's how seasons work!

So stay tuned because The Prometheus will return in Season 2, along with perhaps another competing ship and a new captain! Oh the possibilities are endless when it comes to events in the 'Verse. Don't worry, you can't stop the signal. Stay Shiny! And thank you for being here for this wild ride! You are, as always...

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

And now Season 1 has finished. Season 2 to come at a much later date. Stay tuned and I will announce when it is launched down the road. For now, enjoy a very well deserved and well earned rest my Browncoats. Stay Shiny!