Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Final Reminder: Alright, dropped a reminder in chat but some aren't checking chat. So this message will repeat in every RP and please take this as your final notice. When joining an RP I GM, part of the rules include joining the chat and the back up forum. This also means checking chat daily. Some aren't. (How do I know? Because the back up forum has had announcements people are not logging in to check, which is required and those announcements were linked in chat.) Please don't make me be an Evil GM Overlord and enforce the ~removal from RP for not following the check these things daily~ rules. You have 24 hours if you haven't been checking in. (Yes, I do check this.)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Port Annan: "Right away sir," Nigel said as he stepped away and went back behind the bar. Pouring the man a scotch, they were in Scotland after all, and slipping it across the bar top. Glancing around he quirked a brow. "Well, I don't see any right now. Most are probably on their ships getting them ready to head back out on the noon tide," Nigel said as he kept looking around the room.

The waitress came over to Rutherfords table and taking their order. It was a quick one, nothing they would have to wait too terribly long on. "Seems we will eat here," Eagerton said as he got more comfortable in his seat. Rutherford nodded.

"We are in a hurry but we are ahead of schedule," the man said as he looked over towards Millicent and smiled. She looked away from him and drew a long breath. "Oh my dear, you need to keep up your strength. I promise we will be wed by the evening," he said reaching out and patting her hand. There was a sharp nod from her as she looked back out towards the window.

"Lord and Lady Rutherford, it does have a nice ring to it. And who thought the attack would speed things up," Eagerton chuckled slightly.

"Indeed. Seems the heavens are blessing this match," Rutherford said as he picked up his tea cup and took a sip.

Nigel looked back over to the new arrival. "There are several here that I do not know, so I can only assume they are from the South. I know that one though. Lord Eagerton. He comes into port for trade and such from time to time. If rumors have it correct, then I would place ten to one odds he just came from Manchester where the most recent attack was," Nigel said as he held his hand out and awaited payment.

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England

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Bristol: "By and by, by and by, tick tock, tick tock. The mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one the mouse ran down, hickory dickery dock." Mice, little ice, white mice and gray mice. They ran, were they blind? Did it matter? Probably not. He was watching, he could see. This made him happy, not mad, happy. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, was curled up in the bottom of the bag after eating the seed and napping now. Not Ludwig. He had a hat to make. Oh yes a hat. Pop out here, pop out there. Oh a piece of thread, what luck! A tie there and a tie here. Before he knew it, he had a fine hat to wear that would stay in place. A fine hat indeed!

"City ahead!" he said joyously as he pointed, them cresting the ridge. Bristol was now dead ahead. Or Straight ahead. Straight is better than dead, unless your Gay. Then you are happier dead than straight. So, gayly forward we go, gallop gallop gallop. "Ships ahoy! Chips ahoy! Oh cookies! Sweet lovely cookies. Could use a cookie, you want a cookie? Do we have cookies?" Ludwig rambled as he started rummaging through the pack. Oh damn, no cookies....

The Sea: Leading Collette into the Captains Quarters, the Captain shut the door behind them. The room was large and looked very different than the rest of the shit. It was ornate and looked to be a room of finery transported out of a manor and into the ship itself with its lush bed and drapes and chairs, finely crafted furniture, stain glass windows out the back side. The Captain pulled her cloak off and tossed it onto the crimson velvet covered bed as she walked over to the curio. "Strip," was all she said as she opened the door and started looking through what she had.

Collecting some items she tossed them onto the bed. "Change." Her words were not barking orders but they were firm as she spoke what few words she spoke. On the bed now lay a pair of black pants, a flowing crimson poets silk shirt, a waist corset, belt to cinch over it, black lather gloves and the tiniest unmentionables.

Sitting down behind her desk she watched Collette. "You are not dressed for a fishing vessel, what were you doing on one?" she finally asked and awaited an answer.

Below deck, things were not as plush. It was bare minimal down there with rows of supplies and hammocks set up for the crew to sleep in. There were a few rooms with doors that were closed and a large eating area. The smell of food wafted through, someone was cooking somewhere on the ship. There had to be a kitchen somewhere further below. Marco led Fyror to a hammock and reached into a bag that was hanging next to it. Pulling out a pair of trousers and a shirt he sniffed them and shrugged. "Good enough," he said before tossing them over to the man.

"Ye know, this is where ye say Thank You," Marco said as he sat down in the hammock and planted his feet on the ground. "Think someone of your rank be raised to say it sooner but ye land lubers aren't always the most grateful when it comes towards us sea folk now are ya?" he said with a smirk. "Best improve them manners boy 'for ye see the Captain, she ain't the forgivin' type."

The Road North: The path back and the road will be clear if wet and muddy. It is the Soulless coming from the other side of the fire that one would need to worry about. The horse is tired of waiting and makes a spinning break for it, rushing back out the way you came and heading north down the roads. The storm is growing that way but seems to be moving swiftly as if something is pushing it. The fire is out now in the woods and cannot be seen anymore, even from smoke. It seems to be gone as quickly as it set in.

The road seems odd, as if it is shifting color faster than it should be. The terrain moving in an odd manner as the horse sprints but the woods where the fire was and the Soulless it held within are now far out of sight. Did one lose time or space? No, it just must be the rain.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Quick Note: I had @Morose's permission for Titian to pick up her character and carry her.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Grounds: Seat Q
Skills: Strength, Constitution
Hit Points: 4
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Looking left and then right and then back at the scene, Titian placed his hands on his hips as the body hit. "I said it would be a mess." He had. Shaking his hands, it seemed the people that met them at the gate were getting to work. That was interesting, or it might have been if the giant of a man had been paying half a lick of attention. He wasn't. His eyes were on the woman whose chair had been crushed by the other chair. "Just call me Mr. Pick Up." The words were more to himself than to anyone around as he strode over to her.

"Let's get you off the ground." He didn't wait for an answer, just scooping the woman up in his arms. The very small woman. She had to be more than a foot shorter than him and he had to out weigh her by at least a hundred pounds. It was like picking up a kitten. Can't get that dress dirty now can we?" he chuckled as he waltzed over to the bench and had a seat with her still in his arms. Adjusting her he kept her in his lap and leaned in close to her ear.

After a moment he leaned back and grinned broadly towards the damsel. "I would suggest you staying right here. My lap is much safer," he said with a chuckle as he slipped his arms around her and held her there. Tapping his pinky ring against the bone structure of her corset he seemed rather content with this new arrangement. "Oh yes, much better than the last one."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Fall Out 9/21/18: Seems we have gone from chairs to a bench. Now, the image below has the scene roughly drawn out for reference purposes. Each ~Seating Area~ is marked down. As you can see there is room enough for all now but it would mean fitting close to each other, so there is additional space. There are Letters A through Z for seating now. Please note that if you are in Chair A and someone else is in Chair B - you will be shoulder to shoulder.

If you remained in your seat up to the update, I had provided where you ended up during ~transition~.

A - Plum
B -
C - Tack
D - Creme
E -
F -
G -
H -
I -
J - Lechery
K -
L -
M -
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O -
P -
Q -
R -
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T - Envy
U -
V -
W -
X - Swamp
Y -
Z -

So when you post, could you please update your Location to be: Shadowell Grounds: Seat ~Letter~ - that way we at least know where everyone is. Thankies!

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕄ust ℂome 𝔻own...

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The man standing next to Captain Moss shook his head. "Nope." The answer was slow. A moments pause before addressing the question. Cassius slowly looked over to Owen whose eye brows threatened to eat his hair line they were lifted so high. "Owen?" Cassius said inflecting a question into his voice. Owen shook his head. "Alright." The shake of the head seemed to be good enough for him. It was a mess but the men on horses didn't move, that was until they were addressed by Cassius. "Seems we have a bit of a mess boys. You know what to do." Was that all he was going to say on the matter?

Owen nodded and sat back down. The men lowered their weapons and dismounted. One chair was in pieces, on top of another and a third was completely covered in the remains of what had been known as Director Kindle. Some other chairs had a little bit of mess but they were not attended to. It was quick work as men dismounted, unlatched the two chairs in question. They were shuffled off to the line of trees and left there, as well as the major pieces of Kindle being kicked aside. Hands bloody and dirty they returned to their horses as if nothing had happened other than moving some furniture.

"Owen, if you would," Cassius said to the driver. Owen nodded. Leo stepped over to Cassius and handed over the invitations, whispering something in the mans ear. Cassius looked down at the invitations and nodded before pocketing them. The engine seemed to speed up. Chairs, whether someone was in them or not, all turned facing forward. Those that had a hole between them from a chair being removed got pulled closer together. The backs of the chairs folded down, the sides folding out. Slowly they moved together and created a long bench with a short backing. It ensuring that there was enough room for everyone to sit next to each other.

"Everyone take a seat, we are going to main house now," Cassius said as he walked over to his horse and mounted it. Leo walked to the gate as the last and carriage people had driven to the grounds was moved within the gate and down the side path before the flora was put back into place to hide the path. Once the gate was locked and secure Leo climbed back onto his horse and nodded. It seemed they were ready to go and weren't going to linger any longer.

Current Mood in One Gif

>There's no crying in RP!

Let's Gush!

@Morose Omg... Okay, I read this last night but you actually left me blubbering like a baby. You don't know how much I needed to hear something like this, or maybe you did. You probably did, we tend to have similar thoughts from time to time. Thank you for this, so much. I never mind doing anything for any of the peeps around here but it does feel very taken for granted a lot of the time. Not that it would stop me but seriously. Thank you for this. It is a much needed shot in the arm and warmth to this cold and cynical heart of mine. ~hugs her and then runs away to do something constructive before she starts crying again~

Current Mood in One Gif

>TMW you finish a bunch of stuff and ain't no one said thank you.


>Then someone goes "Well you know I appreciate you."


>But hey, you press on.


>Finally you start hearing the excuses.

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

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October 5th, 1924

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Vera listened to what her uncle was saying. Peter was being taken care of and his friend was going to be joining them. That seemed interesting. The mention of provisions and such helped to drown out the reminder of what she had seen in the streets. It shouldn't have but the woman had always been a bit of a blue stocking and it was one of those traits she could use to bury the ramblings of her mind. If she could focus on work then perhaps, just perhaps, she get get the vision of Neema out of her mind and the thoughts of poor Peter being sent back to England for burial.

Taking the cigarette from Josephine, she thanked her profusely. Lighting it and taking a deep inhalation was huge mistake because she had never smoked before. The coughing fit was one for the ages but she eventually stopped tripping around the room. Grabbing the side of the bar and waving anyone off that was trying to tend to her. "Oh my, that does have a kick to it," she said before attempting again, this time being much more careful. She still coughed but it was manageable. Picking up a drink, she sipped it just enough to take care of the dryness in her throat before she went off on a bit of a rattle.

"On to business. Thank you for collecting everything in which we will need. Where we are going there are roads but with the winds they are easily covered by sand. Yet we are lucky in the fact that Bubastis lays close to one of the delta tributaries of the Nile. Ferry will be the best move of transportation, then horses and camels the rest of the way. I propose we secure passage for this evening and sail on the evening tides. I do believe because of circumstance as each member leaves to collect their personal items they should go in pair protected by a member of the Kings Army if that would be possible uncle. At least until we are on board and have the protection of Mr. Benaszewski. Yes, yes, once Lady Kingston and Mr. Zalil are tended to, we should leave. Post hast this evening."

Downing the drink she looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Oh my the time, the time, we must hurry and proceed. It would be three more days for a ferry north to the site and our permit it limited. Yes, we must hurry." Everything she said was true but she also wanted to get the hell out of Cairo - now. She probably wasn't the only one. Three had died, or was it more? No, there was five? More? Oh the number was growing. It was time to go.

Over in the infirmary the doctor worked to get Mahendra patched and stitched up quickly. It didn't take long but it would have been quicker if the ladies were not going at each other. "It is easy to say that until you are facing death," the doctor quipped as he finished up Mahendra. "Keep the wounds clean, the stitches can be cut out in ten days. If you tend to them well there should be minimal scarring within the next year," he added as he went to wash his hands.

Going to the cabinet, he pulled out several small bottles. "This will help with nausea," he said as he handed one to each of them. "Three drops in your tea or wine three times a day. No more." Handing two more containers over to the ladies. "Smear this under the nostrils to keep the smell away if something is rancid. Oil of Eucalyptus has a strong order and not the most pleasant but it has it's uses. Though I do suggest you bath and change quickly. There is a wash room there and while the clothing within is basic trousers and button downs of the men of the barracks, I feel it would be preferable to what is on. You may use the loo over there to change sir," he said as he walked over and set a set of clothing down for him as well. "I will go inform the Lord Major how you are fairing, please join us as soon as you are changed."

Stepping out of the room he shut the door and left them to their own as he made his way across the compound. There was a guard left there on the outside of the door with instructions to lead them over once they had changed. Finding the Lord Major was simple enough, people kept tabs on the man in the barracks. He was the Lord Major after all. Walking in he leaned into the Lord Major and gave a quick update of what was going on quietly before taking a seat himself. He needed a bit of a breather, the air in the infirmary would take some time to air out.