Lady Absinthia

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - That was unexpected

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As Sophia came over Samson took his hat off and pressed it to his chest. "Mornin' Ma'am," he said kindly before turning his attention back to the giant before him. "Yeah, we'll I suspect you ain't be complaining about yer height either," he laughed with a gesture of his hat and then looking over at Andromeda. "Pleasure to meet ya ma'am," he added before placing the hat back on top of his head. "What? Seen her? I ain't ever seen her. I'm here to speaks with her, ain't that right Jonesy."

'Yup," he said as he nodded towards the ladies.

"She ain't be about?" he asked but it didn't come off as he didn't hear the man the first time. Looking over at Jonesy he shook his head. "Go tell Management," he added and Jonesy nodded before turning and heading back towards the line of trucks and cars, walking to one of the trailers and disappearing around the back side of it. Turning his attention back to the group standing within the grounds Samson shifted his weight some, one shoe had a much thicker sole than the other by nearly three inches.

Samson got a surprised but jovial expression on his face as he looked over towards Gio. "Well dog my cats Mister, ain't gonna be a problem there," he said as he pulled out a small billfold from his inner jacket pocket and pulled out some well handled slips of paper. "Got this years inspection, and yer state permit to operate right here for ya," he said as he handed them over. They were worn and well handled but the seal was still raised and everything looked to be on the up and up.

"Samson!" Jonesy called as he peeked his head out from behind the trailer down the way. "Management says set up anyways!" Samson raised his cane in the air and it seemed to denote he heard Jonesy as the man didn't bother to walk back up to the group and instead climbed back into the lead truck. Closing the door once he was in the driver seat and resting his elbow out of the window as he waited.

"So we setting up shop?" Samson asked.

"You have questions. I have answers. We will speak come nightfall." The voice was low and had a calm rasp to it as it came into the minds of the Emendators that were present.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Update

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Date: April 1st, 2012

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Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia<br>10/22/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Waynes post

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>10/22/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details
Description: We're fucked
Temperature: 85°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 5 mph
Rain: Rain has stopped - anyone that knows this is tornado weather knows this is bad news.

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>10/22/18 Update

Map Updated. It has been roughly 2 hours since Thana left now. It isn't worry state yet though. Runs, even with vehicles can take easily 3-9 hours. As long as she is back by dark, it wouldn't add anymore worry to the situation than a normal amount when someone goes off alone.

Description: Windy
Humidity: Low
Temperature: 80°F
Wind Speed: 20 mph
Strong Wind: Wind is dying down and the temp has dropped outside. Not that anyone would notice inside. It is nearly 90 inside, posts should reflect that. You don't have AC people. You are in a house that hasn't had power in 5 years. It was 84 outside. It is stifling inside.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Okefenokee: C8 (Road)
Skills:Athletics, Pistols, Hunting

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Wayne, Wayne, Wayne. What is this motherfucker up to? Being his crazy self that is what. Okay, it is hotter than the ninth level of hell right now, in the swamps of South Georgia. If you have never been there, let me give you a visual. Go into a sauna, in a snow suit, and do cardio. Yeah, that's about what it feels like. Wayne doesn't care, even as the beads of sweat drip down his face. He shook his face to get the drips to fly off his face instead of rolling into his eyes. Standing his ground, he didn't react to anyone behind him, his eyes were on the butt load of Face Eaters in front of him.

Truth be told, this wasn't a buttload to him. Maybe five years ago it would have been but shit, anything under a dozen these days was just par for the fucking course. So he did what he planned to do and pulled the trigger on both his guns. Both bullets hitting their targets and dropped both of them. There were still more to take care of but he didn't care. Underneath the sarcasm, and the drugs, and hallucinations, buried deep down below self loathing and the suicidal tendencies was actually a good man. He was efficient and calculating. In fact, way beneath everything. Perhaps in the cockles of his heart, of even the sub-cockles, maybe even the colon there was a sliver of that heroic mindset left that once made him a hell of a cop.

"Mother fucker, that ones head exploded like a zit being lanced by a hot red poker!" Or maybe he just liked the slaughter.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Headland: East Main Street (E7 - Station Wagon Front Seat Passenger)
Skills: Survival, People Reading, Psychology

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Tatiana's lips thinned as she looked over at Jack as he told her the Hordebuster was dead. The rain had stopped and her eyes went to the sky. Drawing a deep breath and holding it before letting it out. She half froze when she found she was suddenly embraced but returned it soon as she knew it was Riley. "Da, car vorks. Vho can drive? I knov place," she said towards the three of them that were standing there. They had to make tracks and fast from the looks of things as the sky was growing darker north of them. Something could touch down at any minute and if they were caught outside when it did, there could be hell to pay.

"Come on, get stuff, in car, let's go," she said as she rushed back over to Jack. "I put Jamie in carseat, you climb in, keep him safe," she said through her busted face. One eye was completely swollen shut now and she wasn't going to attempt to drive. She had never been good at it. She remembered the first time Jack had tried to teach her how to drive. It didn't go well and that was before Newnan. She could in a pinch if she had to but if someone else could and was better at it, it was best that they did the driving. The fact she had just had the shit kicked out of her didn't make matters any easier.

Climbing into the front seat of the car she sat down and took a breath. The baby seat was in the back seat canter. One driver could fit in the front with her. Two could sit in the back seat, one on each side of the baby seat. The back area of the station wagon had seats folded up now and it could store a fair amount in the center and three or four more could easily fit back there. She kept her knife's handle sticking out of her boot in case she had to grab it but right then, she knew everyone but the nun and from what she could tell from the woman so far, she was trust worthy. Maybe a bit different, something she couldn't put her finger on, but she was okay so far. It was take a lot though for Tatiana to trust her.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
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There was a chuckle that bubbled from Titian's lips. "Oh I don't know, depends on the punishment," he said in a thick voice as his head tilted down and looked at the professor. "And who is receiving it. Karma can be fun." Glancing back over his tall shoulder he took note of the others that entered and a brow quirked beneath his mask. "I always get the special treatment doll but only because I give it," he added with a slight laugh and a pompous stance of triumph as he thrust his chin to the air in mocking jest.

Waving it off, he kept smiling and motioned towards the door to his left. "And that one?" he asked of the boy standing there.

"That be the courtyard sir, dark this time of day and frightfully cold," Oliver said as he remained at his post. Jasper watched the group before heading up the left staircase.

Holding his arm out he turned his attention back towards Walnut and gave her a bit of a wink. "Whatever the teacher wishes," he said surly before making his way towards the doors. His eyes looked around a tad before he pushed the right door open and stepped inside to the Starry Salon. While the floor was still marble it was white and gray. The walls were still a dark wood but only half way up. Between the railing and the ceiling the walls where covered in a cream pale blue and silver brocaded wallpaper. A crystal chandelier hung in the center of the room, gas lights flickering from it. The ceiling was painted like the sky at night if it was snowing. "Well this is damn cheery for this place."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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House Kirkpatrick: "Bright answer," Lady Kirkpatrick said before glancing over at the Father, the new one not the young one.

"If you are comfortable I will escort her to Rome and oversee her training soon as papers are signed," he said as he reached into his coat and pulled out a contract. It was not long, just giving him temporary guardianship of the child while she was training and to note that the Lady Kirkpatrick would be handling all expenses the child would endure until her eighteenth birthday. The contract made sure to stipulate that Maeve could break the contract at anytime for any reason and that she would have to be updated monthly on her daughters progress and situation. The Lady Kirkpatrick's signature was already in place as was Father O'Reily's.

Calum cleared his throat a bit and looked over towards Rory. "Everything alright?" Rory asked.

"For now, we shuldn't dawdle," Calum said as his fingers tightened on his rosary.

"The Fuddling Father is correct, we should make haste," Lady Kirkpatrick said as Father O'Reily handed over the contract to Maeve and an inked quill.

"If you would miss, I would like to get your daughter out of Scotland before there is an attack."

Port Annan: Lord Rutherford stood and held his hand out to the man to shake it. "Very well then, collect your things we will be leaving shortly. We can discuss payment on the ride to the next city," he said before glancing towards Millicent and holding out a hand to her. Millicent took a breath and nodded. She was trembling slightly as she took her fiances hand and rose from her place. Gathering the folds of her dress and stepping out from behind the table.

"If you would excuse us I would like to get Millicent to the carriage. We will be departing from the Post Station in ten minutes," Rutherford added before laving payment to the inn keeper on the table and escorting Millicent out of the tavern. His arm around her waist. Millicent glanced back over her shoulder towards the man and forced a thin lipped smile before she exited.

Nigel came over to the table once they had left and picked up the money. He held out a few copper pieces to William. "For the song, the people were quite entertained," he said kindly. Something in his voice noted he wasn't going to take no for an answer about paying the man for the song.

Down the street to the right was the Post Station. Egerton was by a large four horse draw carriage that was waiting for them and Rutherford helped Millicent into the carriage before exchanging a few hushed words with Egerton as the two stepped away from the carriage a fair bit. The driver sat hunched over in his seat on top of the carriage, his hat pulled down over his features.

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The Bristol Ship: And the world it spins and turns and turns and burns and up and down and left and right, as it sways this way and that. Spinning ever spinning. A brow went up to the hair line and then another as he pressed his hand to his stomach. Something foul. Perhaps hunger, perhaps more. No, this was no hunger. Hunger cramped and burned, this wanted immediate evacuation.

Clamoring, clamoring, to the rail and let the alabaster chum fly like sea foam breaking through two tight cliffs. In rooms and below deck all aboard would feel this sensation, gnawing at their gut and wishing for tender vitals they had eaten as a child to live again and make themselves known. (Sorry boys, call for a roll for constitution because on the sea is far worse than on land.)

The Sea: Marco chuckled a bit as he kept tying knots down the rope, each one vastly different. "Ya matty, ain't forgivin' ya," he said as he stood up and hung the rope up on a hook on one of the masts. "Ye not be no different than ye be a league ago so notin' be changed," he added before walking down the the ship and then heading up the stairs after the girl. "Hazel," he called out. She was next to Silvio who had taken the wheel since the captain was busy tending to other matters. "Hola taak in K'ajóolt le chico. Yaanten jump'éel k'aas presentimiento yóok'ol."

Silvio quirked a brow and looked down the ship towards Fyror before looking over at Hazel to see what she would say. The girl huffed a bit and then thrust her daggers tip towards Marco's chin. He didn't move and she stopped right before the tip of the blade touched his skin. "Ma'alob ma'alob Ba'ale' wa consigue in le nervios ku le tripa ti'." Marco chuckled and ruffled her ginger hair before she started down the stairs. "Come on Cutlass, ye with me," she said towards Fyror and made her way to the rope netting that lead up each of the masts, grabbing the rope that Marco had been working on. Looking down at it she rolled her eyes, unknotting it quickly and reknotting it in a different pattern before hanging it back up.

Regalia quirked a brow. "Better answer than I was expecting," she admitted. Rising from her place the Captain took long easy strides towards a large wardrobe that was attached to the wall and opened it. There were various weapons in it, mostly different types of swords but there were some others that didn't look like they had been used in some time, mostly of Chinese origin. "Well a woman should never be without a means of defending herself. Now, do not get me wrong, a quick wit and brains are far more deadly than anything blade but in the end some caveman will always try to asset his will and thought on you whether you want it or not."

Stepping to the side she motioned towards the cabinet. "Feel free to chose one or two," she offered as she rested her hand on the basket style hilt of her of her own sword she kept at her side at all times. "I would recommend ones of your own training because I haven't been able to stretch my legs in a time and I want to see if you can defend yourself," she added as her fingers started to wrap around the hilt of her sword and her other hand began to draw the dagger at the other side of her waist.

Carlisle: One little, two little, three little Ryne's. Four little, five little, six little Ryne's. Seven little, eight little, nine little Ryne's all gotta die.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Flight UA 2199: Gavin took a sip of his drink and shrugged a bit. "Ain't nothin' really, just been asked to keep ya alive, if you been mixed up with the Gonzalez' as of late, chances are you in sum trouble little lady. Ain't nutin' ever good come out of Justice, that place it like gates of hell if yousa ask me," he said as he sat his drink down and leaned back in his seat.

Stretching out his legs as best he could he glanced out of the window. "My gal gots a sister out there, twisted up in all types of shit, so gonna ask you sumthan'" he said before turning back and looking at her. "Please tell me ya ain'ts got no brandin's," he said as his brow arched deeply over one eye and his curls fell over the other one. "Cause dependin' on hows yous answer gonna depend on if I wants sumethan' from ya."

Flight AA 296: "Of course," the stewardess said before handing over the meals. Serving it without dressing wasn't an issue as it was in a packet. She pushed the cart down the isle some so she could take care of the next person down the way. Zoie smiled and nodded.

"Wonderful, once we are done with this we will spend a few days just actually enjoying the city," she said before taking a sip of her drink. "Any idea of what you would want to do there? I mean, have you ever been?" she asked before taking a bite of her meal. It wasn't the best meal in the world but as far as airplane food went it was actually really good. She didn't normally take first class when she flew but sometimes she felt it was worth it. Granted if she was going home to visit she took coach because it got her ready for the hell storm of shit she would always have to deal with when she went down south.

"Meals are being served currently, please make sure to keep the isles clear as much as you can. Meal Service shouldn't take but a few minutes," an announcement said over the intercom.

Flight MSS 1: They were passed the Rockies now and nothing more seemed to be happening. No more messages arrived and no more hiccups in the electrical or communications. At least not for a few minutes. After a few both were informed via voice mails as no call rang the following...

"I don't know what type of shit show operation you have going down there but you will appear for questioning at Precinct 1 within 1 weeks time or a warrant will be placed out for your arrest for obstruction of justice and anything else that the District Attorney can come up with, up to Murder 1 and Conspiracy to commit Murder as three people died under your watch, and 1 more did just hours after leaving the murder party. You aren't the police, you are under our jurisdiction." - The tone wasn't nice and it was meant to put them in their place.

Grimm, Indiana: Things are roughly the same here. The smoke coming from the north east is slowly going from black to grey to white. Things are clam out front as the ball continues to roll down the road and jumped a curb before stopping in the grass. Tim still hasn't shown up but it hasn't been too terribly long since Roy sent that message right? I mean if there is a fire in town and such maybe he is tied up at the scene. Who knows. No word has come in yet that is for sure.

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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The sun is shining and the air is dry, the boat has left the docks and you are finally on your way. Temperature is currently covering around the low 80's. (Fahrenheit) It will be a three day trip to get to where you can unload. For the next threes days you are going to be stuck on a multiple story boat with around 100 other passengers and a crew of around 30.

• The Bridge is restricted access to crew members and those with rooms on the Elite Deck.
• The Elite Deck is restricted to those with rooms on that deck only. They can have their meals where they chose on the boat. (Mostly they will chose the higher class Lounge on their Deck or the Sun Deck above.)
• The Second Deck is open for roaming but meals on this floor in the dining room are for Elite or Second Deck Only. This would be considered business class.
• The Main Deck is open to all.
• The Lower Deck is restricted to those with Lower Deck Passage or Crew members only. They will have their meals in this decks dining area or on the main deck. Crew eats their meals here as well.
• The Cargo Deck, now that the ship has sailed, is restricted to Crew members only.

All Decks: People are starting to pull themselves away from the railings now that boat has left the docks. Some are moving towards the Lounge on that deck, others towards the dining room. Some are moving towards their rooms. It is closing in on time for evening meals. Remember, each person can only dine in the areas where they are allowed per their room locations. All meals and restrictions to decks will be maintained throughout the 3 days on the Ferry. Invitations by people of one deck to another won't be allowed unless it is someone of a higher level deck being invited to a lower level one or approved by the Captain personally. Servants may go where their employers are residing during the trip. Staff checks names at each level moving up but not down unless it is Cargo.

Room Assignments: (Got tired of waiting on messages.)

• Elite Deck: Largest rooms, about 30 by 15 feet divided between a sleeping area, sitting area, and private bathroom.
  • Reginald
  • Vera
  • Josephine
  • Nora
  • Lauren
• Second Deck: Bathroom, sitting area and large bed. About 10 feet by 15 feet total
  • Mosi
  • Herring
  • Gene
  • Mahendra
  • George
• Lower Deck: A bed and night stand basically with no view outside. About 4 feet by 10 feet in size.
  • Richard
  • Faye

Main Deck: Vera turned several shades of red and squeaked slightly as George joked at her about the incident. At least he didn't seem to be angry over the entire ordeal. She hadn't meant for it to happen but it had nonetheless and she was embarrassed by it. Thankfully things were happening quickly around the crowded ship and it didn't seem that her little incident wouldn't be a focal point for long. Looking over to Mahendra she nodded. She couldn't exactly blame him for wanting to get some rest. "Yes, of course. Should you need anything, ring the concierge from your room. They can bring you room service should you prefer to dine in your room this evening," she said as she tried to not make anything else break or go ting with her fuddling.

George stepped out of the way so that the man would be able to pass with ease. "Mmm, good rest sir," George said simply but in a kind voice. A slight smile going towards Lauren as she was helping the man. George gave a sharp glance over towards his sister and cleared his throat, though it did not help. His speech was always rough as he spoke. "Mmm, this is my sister Gene. She got the brains...mmm I got the looks," he said and grinned a bit before looking back at the others. "Miss Ridgeway and Mr. Zalil, Miss Clark, Ladies Kingston and Munn, I...mm.. don't know her," he said introducing each but Mosi since he hadn't met her yet.

Vera smiled and went to stand up but felt her foot slipping and sat down quickly as she let a short breath. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said as she remained planted where she was. She could see some resemblance. Sure they were very different in height but that wasn't anything. Two genders, fraternal twins were no more alike than any other siblings. They both had darker eyes and hair. Sure George was a bit more tanned but Vera figured that was because he was out in the sun more. A tan could make people appear very different. "It must have been wonderful to grow up with a sibling," Vera said with nervous smile as she glanced over towards George.

George had to choke back a laugh. "Mmm, yes," he said before looking over towards Gene and giving her a look. "Mmm, let's go get you settled and discuss the news you had to tell me," he said before looking back at the others. "Mmm, excuse us," he said before waiting for Gene to lead the way to her room. He knew what deck he was on from his ticket but he had no idea where she would be staying. He wanted to find out just what in the world she had traveled all this distance to tell him. Usually anything they needed to speak about could wait.

"Oh yes, of course. We should all get ready for dinner and settle in," Vera said as she pulled her ticket out of her purse to double check where her room was. She hadn't bothered to as of yet, just trusting that rooms had been gotten for each of them. While the military was helping out with supplies and the museum was helping with some things, most of this was on her families dime. She did hope that everyone was rightly taken care of right properly.

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

10/19/2018: Alright, we now have a Deck Plan basic layout for the Ferry Boat, it is also linked in the Original OOC post. Please make sure to now list out as locations "Deck": "Where on the Deck"

Anyone that hasn't messaged me already about room assignments please do so now.

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@NuttsnBolts Nope all good. ^_^ Had informed anyone that needed to post to ignore what was posted in the ones I was requesting to be deleted. Thankies so much!

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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Most recent positions map as of Amaranthine's last update. As I said, I won't be doing larger WN updates until I need to again, so it is up to you to do and see things - this will require rolls much of the time because what one character notices another may not.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 10-18-2018)