Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕂eep 𝕄oving

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Jasper nodded towards the woman and waited for Oliver to return. His eyes moving around as he seemed to keep checking around before he heard the door opening again even if he couldn't see it. Oliver rushed over to them with a small bag. Oliver took it and motioned for the boy to return to his place, which he did quickly but glancing back towards the woman and grinning slightly. Jasper palmed the bag into the woman's hand and whispered against her ear.

The four men out in the Grand Vestibule stood there and waited for the lady to pass them before following into the Breakfast room. The sound of music had stopped and they exchanged glances between each other before making their way around the front end of the table. Each one of them whispering to the other as they each reached over and without hesitation grabbed bits of food here and there, as well as pouring some themselves something to drink. None of them looked concerned as they ate and drank quickly. It appeared that they were no going to be remaining in the room long as the one with blonde hair pointed towards the music room.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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>11/19/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Waynes post

Description: Cloudy
Temperature: 80°F
Humidity: Fucking High
Wind Speed: 10 mph
Light Wind: A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect.

Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama<br>11/19/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details
Description: We're fucked
Temperature: 85°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 5 mph
Rain: Clouds are darkening and even though you can't feel the wind right now being in the car and all, looking up the clouds are moving quickly in different directions. This is NOT good.

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>11/19/18 Update

Another hour has passed, and we are about 1 hour from darkness. It has been seven hours since Thana has left. Still not enough time to really worry but it is starting to get to that point. If she isn't back within the hour, chances are she won't be back until morning, that is if things are going well. No one knows at this point. Weather sucks but the wind is starting to die down a little bit, not enough to want to go outside as of yet and frankly with it starting to get dark, it is probably best if people stay hunkered down for the evening. Being outside at night in this day and age is never a good idea.

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: C7 -> C5(Road)
Skills:Athletics

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(Roll in chat 1d5. Result is how many blocks your character can move in the next round.)

At this point Wayne wasn't really paying attention to what everyone else was saying or doing. He seemed to be off in his own little world but the thing was, he was silent. He wasn't saying anything right then. Instead he either swatted at the air or had this look on his face as if he was trying to ignore whatever was bugging him. Those that knew Wayne would know this was his way of giving his hallucination the silent treatment. To those that didn't, considering how vocal he had been up to this point, it could be down right disturbing. It was like a dog that had been barking all night suddenly going silent, or the damn cicada's in Georgia not making a peep in the middle of summer. It could be rather off putting.

Wayne wasn't thinking about how he was coming off towards the others though right then. He was dripping sweat, adjusting his pants every so often and just trudging across the road at this point. Eventually he even stopped swatting. Maybe Happy had finally shut the fuck up? Or maybe Wayne had just finally managed to tune the fluffy winged bucked tooth bastard out of his head. Though considering he hadn't been able to do that since the fucker had showed up, chances were low. Maybe Wayne was finally just tired? It had been known to happen. Rarely but hey, anything was possible now that the dead came back to life and tried to eat you. All they were anymore were walking Happy Meals to these fuckers anyways.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Headland: A4 -> B4
Skills: Survival, Athletics, Orienteering

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Tatiana gave a look towards Jack and nodded curtly. It was exactly what she intended to do. Taking a breath she checked her weapons. Two pistols, a knife, make shift "brass knuckles", and a spare clip. Looking at the weather she pulled her hair back and tied it out of her face. She was hoping this wouldn't take long. "If veather turn vorse, go first house on left, has basement," was the last thing she said to Jack and Ash before she started towards the back yards of the houses on the right hand side of the road.

Most of the fences were down, wooden ones that had just fallen due to rot and decay over the last five years. Metal ones were rusting and pools were green. The grass was high in most places as Tatiana began her trek from the road and into what constituted as a neighborhood. She kept low, a pistol in one hand as she kept an eye out. It seemed that everything was quiet right now. The winds made sure there was enough noise that if they stepped on a twig and it snapped, chances were no one would pay attention, even if they were outside right then. The house they were aiming for was at the end of the Cul-de-sac.

The Russian woman knew what to expect and she stopped where she was and waited for Riley and Amelia to catch up. One they had she looked at them. "Multiple story house, two or three inside, thinking three by nov. Men, dumb but mean. They usually drunk in kitchen playing cards," she said before turning and continuing on her way.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Just How Things Are

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Ben looked over towards Sophia and shrugged a bit. "I don't rightly know, I just do," he said before taking a puff from his cigarette. "Just be how I was born I guess," he added as he looked down at his hands. Faith seemed to be a bit upset over it and he stood up. "I'm Ben, that be the Carnivale, and the rest ain't be for me to answer. That's managements job." Another puff and he ashed the smoke a bit before looking over towards Andromeda. "Yeah I did, but yer welcome miss."

The smell in the air was nice, didn't smell like dust and sand around here. Hearing the question about the grass Ben glanced over towards James and shrugged a bit. "That be my fault, it ain't gonna grow back. Sorry," he said before he heard the scream of steal cracking. His head jerked as he spun around and looked over at Colossus. It was mostly up and the rousty's were hanging up the seats and lights. Jonesy called out, hanging on with one hand from one of the upper steal beams as a string of large lights fell to the ground, each one's glass bursting as it hit the earth far below.

"Shit," Ben muttered as he flicked his cigarette in the dirt in front of him. Stomping it out as he started to run towards the large Ferris Wheel. "Hold on!" Ben yelled as others in the Carnivale were yelling the same. Jonesy was trying, swinging to try to get his other hand up on the steel but he was slipping quickly.

"Jesus Christ!" Libby yelled as she came running out of her tent.

"On a cracker," Samson said as he lumbered towards the mammoth machine as quickly as his short legs could carry him.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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(Those in collab, get the collabs up now please and we will be picking back up as soon as you do. Counters are reset for those in collab only as of this post.)

House Kirkpatrick: This may continue another couple of rounds, update coming in Mauve's update.

Towards Annan: William and The Millicent Trio are in collab for one more round. Update coming in William's post.

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The Bristol Ship: The Captain looked around and was not sure exactly what was going on, this was clear in the expression on his face. "I am not sure," he said to Vlad as he looked up at the sky and around the horizon. He slowly turned around, taking in a full 360 degrees of the water around them.

"We are not where we are supposed to be," he said after a moment or two. "The shore should be in sight," he added after another minute. Pulling out a compass he tried to get a direction before pointing off to his right. "We should be able to see it just there." The man was looking more and more confused as the seconds ticked by and the clouds rolled away from the sky. He could finally see the sky, which was no help right then as there were no stars. Well not as much help as he would have liked. The suns position helped some. "If I didn't know any better I would say we are much further north than we should be."

The Sea: The Captain and Colette are in collab for one more round. Update coming in Colette's post.

Hazel pointed to a length of roped tied to the mast. "Wrap that around your waist and secure it, I won't be cleaning up any mess from the deck if you were to fall," she said as she hopped down and and pulled off a small pouch from her hip. "You are gonna go out there with me and we be sewing it up. My stuff is in there, you just hand what I ask fer, gots it?" she asked but she didn't wait for an answer.

Walking over to the other side of the crows nest she stepped up and took a breath before she started walking down the cross beam. Her hands were slightly out to maintain her balance but she didn't seem to be having any problem. Getting to where the rip was in the sail she sat down, draping one leg over each side and locking her ankles beneath it as it was much thinner on this end than at the mast. Looking back towards Fyror she motioned for him to come on out. "Might wanna crawl if it being yer first time," she called out and leaned over, hugging the wood in demonstration.

Carlisle: Virginia is still in battle and will pick up this last round in collab. Update coming in Virginia's post.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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While awaiting an answer from the lovely woman on his arm, Titian took a look around the room. It was a rather pleasant room to him, more cozy and welcoming than most in the manor that he had seen thus far. Well, except for the man Quinton that was standing there and eying the two of them. Looking passed him, he noted the door there but he wasn't going to try the man right then. Maybe he never would or maybe something would make him want to but for now he just gave a grin towards the man and looked back ahead of him. His eyes widening and nose wiggling for a moment, the mask adjusting slightly on his face.

There was a bit of noise coming from the other side of the doorway, where the Central Hall was. What was going on he couldn't make out but he did spot Jasper and one of the women that had arrived with their portion of this party. He watched for a moment before looking down over towards Professor Walnut and smiling as his eyes drifted to the door at the west. "Yeah, thinking that door is looking better by the second," he said with half a laugh as he reached up with his free hand and scratching his chin a bit beneath his bearded face.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Charisma, Intelligence, Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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The one known as Chanteuse Amaranthine continued to play her little tune, the notes echoing through the room and down the hallway as it filled a large part of the manor with music. Her bodied swayed as she played, her eyes drifting closed as she let herself become lost in the music. The longer she played the better the song became and more she let herself go. Right then it was just her and the music. There was no death outside, no eyes on her. Just the music. Just her instrument and her. They seemed to play off each others like two lovers who had been apart for far too long and were making up for lost time.

A gentle smile came to her lips as the song drew to a close. The last long pull of the bow across the strings ended the tune. She remained there for a moment before the world came back to her and her eyes drifted open. Looking around she spotted Doctor Swamp sitting there watching her and she lowered the violin from her chin. "I do hope that was an adequate repayment of your kindness," she said in a soft voice. She looked a little nervous now that the song was over, reverting back to how she had been acting since she arrived on the grounds. "Or perhaps you would prefer something more technically challenging for me to play?" she said, offering another dive into melody while they had a chance.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Flight UA 2199: "Don't be being sure of that," he said as he reached down and pulled out his pack. The plane had landed and was taxiing down the runway to the gate. Pulling out a file he handed it over to Cecily. "Meet Natasha Brinne," he said. Inside the file it showed that Natasha moved a lot. From Chicago, to San Fran, to Justice, to San Fran, to India, to Justice - all in a very short amount of time. It showed three men she had been involved with over the years and a forth that kept trying to get her attention. "Girl had been runnin' from one thang or anutter since she graduated high school. Never knows what she be runnin' from when she wents with ya," he added as he stood up, the door of the plane finally opening as the people started to disembark.

Grinning he waited for Cecily to exit since she was in the isle seat before making his way down the make-shift tunnel so they could walk through the gate and into the airport proper. Leaning against one of the pillars by the gate was Roy looking rather worried as he looked from person to person searching for Cecily. "Rogue!" he called out as he spotted her and waved his hand.

Gavin looked over to the man, not knowing that the man calling out the word rogue was speaking to Cecily but his walk slowed as Roy started towards them and Roy grinned towards Cecily. "Was getting worried, you alright?" Roy asked as grabbed Cecily and gave her a brotherly like hug. Gavin pushed the curls out of his face and looked at the two.

"Take it you know this fella?" Gavin said as his hand slipped behind his jacket.

Flight MSS 1: The private jet landed and the door opened, the stairs folding out and landing easily on the ground. In the hanger the plane was in, was a dark SUV and leaned against it was a woman of average height and weight, one couldn't tell her build under her clothing which while professional was a bit on the punkettish side. "¡Oye! ¡Jefe! Soy Claire McManus, su enlace aquí en Chicago. El carro está gaseado y listo para ir, armas en la parte de atrás," she said in a thick Boston accent. She headed towards the men and looked Keystone over.

"Hey, I'm Claire McManus, welcome to the Windy City," she said to him in English. She didn't know if he spoke Spanish or not. She had a few bruises that were fading on her cheek and cracked her neck as she turned off the music on her phone and wrapped her ear buds over her shoulders. Looking back at Caesar she stopped chewing her gum. "I'm really sorry to hear about Alicia, she had a nasty right hook, hell of a woman," she added but didn't linger on it as she walked to the back of the SUV and opened it up.

"I have what your preferred weapons are here cased Boss, I wasn't sure what you would want," she said as she looked over to Keystone. "So I just grabbed a variety, protective gear is there," she added pointing to a duffel bag. "Hope that covers it for starters, anything else you need?"

Translation

Hey! Boss! I'm Claire McManus, your liaison here in Chicago. Car is gassed and ready to go, weapons in the back.

Grimm, Indiana: "Well shit, okay," Tim said before handing over a county issues pistol and writing down some notes in his weapons log so it was on record. "I'll take your word for it but will get your license and such when I get back to the office," he added. He didn't doubt Riley, he had known her pretty much his whole life off and on. Growing up in a small town was like that. Looking at her he nodded and sighed. "Unfortunately you're right, all too damn common for my tastes. Small towns are supposed to be fucking peaceful."

Watching Priya step the plate a fireman, older with a shaved head and beard looked over to her and then Tim. "She and Riley been deputized, shes good," he called out. The old man was Fire Marshal Sumter. Had been the towns fire marshal for the last thirty years, everyone who had grown up there knew him and his family. He had three sons in the fire department and even a grandson as well.

"Right, afternoon ma'am. Fire Marshal Sumter, you can call me Bill. We got a hell of a crash here. One dead pilot on the inside, looks like crash done him in. Over here is where we need you," he said motioning towards Priya and leading the way off into the words. There he pointed to the remains of Iris and Ross, their bodies were burned badly but it was clear, this was no cause of the plane wreck. Over in one of the trees was an orange balloon caught in the limbs. It was burst but it was bright and hard to miss against all the blackened forest. The smoke made it harder to breath than normal.

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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Date: October 5th, 1924

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All Decks: Alright, dinner is half way through and this will be the last round for dinner. Next round will pick up with tables being cleared and food being put away. Anything food or meal related has to be done this round.

In the lower level of the ship where even the staff take their meals things are very relaxed. There are not individual tables or even small ones for groups to get together and talk quietly. There are long bench tables that span one end of the room to the other with bench seating. Like cafeteria tables one might see in larger schools or even prison. They are decently nice however. There is no seat assignments and things are relaxed. Food is served buffet style, which means grab your plate and serve yourself before being seated. All foods are local street fare foods popular in Egypt. Ales and Beers and Water are there to drink. Hard liquors are not unless you brought your own. People are loud and rambunctious. Talking drowns out most noises and what it doesn't music played by staff or even other passengers does. This is a good since you are right near the engine.

The Main deck has two lounges. One open air and one enclosed. Both are just your general bar type areas with tables scattered about. People don't really eat there unless it is some soft of small finger food or appetizer that has been placed out. Can't order more unless it is drinks. Anything hard or upscale costs a pretty penny and isn't covered in the cost of travel unless you have an Elite Level Ticket. Though no many of those are caught there. Most people mulling around here are from the lower level who just want some peace and quiet while still being social. That or have a major gambling habit and just want to play poker.

The Second Deck has more formal seating but the seats are not reserved. Tablecloths and the basics. You are waited on here and most of the people on this level are middle class or servants of the Elite who are taking a meal before they have to get to their employers above. You will have an option of several different meat choices before being served. Meals are served in 2 courses. Bread/Sides/Meat and then a small dessert. Wine, Beer, Ale, and water are free of charge, anything more does cost extra out of pocket and it not included in the cost of ticket.

The Elite Deck is a full seven course meal that is served slowly and with grandeur. All drinks are part of the fare of the ticket. Seating is assigned and it is the least crowded area. Light music is provided but nothing that would drown out polite conversation. Since the weather is nice currently and the air is cooling, dinner is served on the Sun Deck above and not in the Meeting Room of this deck. The Lounge will serve anything an Elite Ticket wishes as they play Poker, shoot Craps, talk, etc.

From 10/28/2018 Update

Character Proceeding Forward: Vera looked over towards Gene and then glanced at Nora. This was going to be a bit to explain. Setting her fork down she pushed her plate away and nearly toppled over her wine glass in the process. George reaching out and catching it before a drop could splatter, he said nothing, just sat back and nodded towards Vera before his eye went towards his sister as if he seemed to say with a glance to proceed. Vera was not looking forward to this, she would much rather just enjoy the meal right then, the food was delightful.

Taking a breath she leaned back in her seat and began to let the story unfold of the branding that showed up, the people that had passed away, the clues they had found, the circumstances of things unfolding. She did what she could to keep her voice down as to not draw attention to them and speak as plainly as possible. It was as if she was reading a rather boring paper about history but she was trying her best not to get excited or to let personal views get into the data she was giving itself. She didn't want to sway the woman one way or the other but she did want her to know what she was getting into. Her eyes slowly went to George as she finished before the meal plate was switched out for dessert.

"Mmm, they have been through a lot," he said towards Gene as he sat there. He had barely taken a bite of his own meal and as the plates were being switched out he requested that covered plates be brought back for him to take to his room. They would return post hate with the covered dishes for him. Above, the same would be done for Miss Ridgeway if she requested it. George was more comfortable eating alone than with the others. The mask he wore was not comfortable and it made eating difficult. It was best to remove it but only his sister had seen what was underneath it and he doubted a room full of strangers or even those that he was starting to consider friends would be ready to see what was hidden.

Vera took a bite of her dessert and looked over towards the corporal, at least he wasn't yelling anymore. He seemed very different off duty than one but she gave a glance to Josephine. "If not you and Nora and of course you Gene are welcome to join me in my quarters for a night cap," she said extending an exit plan for the starlet if she felt she needed one. George perked a brow and looked over towards his sister.

"Becareful, my mmmm sister is a prankster and mmm weaves many entertaining tales," George said with a bit of a grin.

On the second deck and on the elite things were rather reserved and calm but in the lower deck was where the party was at. Employees eating, lower class people breaking out fiddles and the like. Dancing and singing. Small groups forming at the table, games of cards and dice were breaking out. Even one man broke out a pipe of sort to play music with and his companion had a snake that she was letting slither over her.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Most recent positions map as of last WN.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 11-14-2018)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕊ome 𝔻on't 𝕋hink

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Jasper quirked a brow as he watched the woman speed past him and into the next room. He called out to her, "Miss, the kitchen is closed off to you all as it is in the east side of the manor!" He shook his head slightly as he turned his attention back to the four men. There was the sound of music playing, he thought he knew the piece that was playing and he motioned towards the Breakfast room. "That way Gentlemen, I believe what you need is that way," he said to them before someone else decided to speak.

"Do not play me boy. You had no ties to the woman that died so do not use her to try seek any type of sympathy. You are unwelcome guests in my masters home. Whether you like it or not, you do have the choice to leave and if you speak to me or any in this house again in such a manner I can promise you this. Death will be a welcome passing of time compared to what is done to you within these walls," Jasper said in a warning tone. He eyed the boy for a moment before walking passed him to catch up to the woman searching for the kitchen. "What are you needing miss?" he asked her.

"Some people don't speak before they think," the blonde said as he shook his head.

"One died? Oh that must have been the blood on the tracks we spotted," the light eyes man with the dark head said in passing. Looking at Tact he shook his head. "You really must be stupid to have that tone in this place," he chuckled before they four men started towards the Breakfast room.

Looking at Moss, one of the dark haired dark eyed men nodded to him. "Evening."