Lady Absinthia

🦄 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: Remember your tickets, it allows you to certain places on the ship. Please note that if you are trying to go ~up~ a deck, to call for a roll! We will have to see if your character 1) Remembered it, 2) Hasn't lost it or 3) To see if it has been stolen. >.>

Also, if your character goes to their room make sure to grab a roll from me to let you know what, if anything, occurred in there.

Over half of the people on the boat have decided it was best to go to bed and won't be back out tonight, well unless something happens that makes them get up. About 25% are back out and about on the decks, another 25% are moving from room to room having after dinner coffee and drinks away from the rest of the crowds. (Perception rolls for those out and about to pick up on anything.)

Character Proceeding Forward: George looked over towards Lauren and started to escort her back to her room. Taking it slow as they were not in any real hurry, trying to match his pace with how it felt on his arm to how quickly she wanted to walk. Letting her take the lead in the route they took and just keeping a general eye out on things as they walked. He didn't like being away from Vera right then but he felt that she would fine with Gene. The girl always had an ace up her sleeve.

"Mmm, interesting. Mr. Reddish joined us. He is mmmm interesting," George said. He wasn't sure how else to describe the man. "Did you wish to mmm go to your room first or mmm check on Mr. Zalil before hand?" he asked with a bit of a smile tugging on the corner of his lip that could be seen on the free side of his face.

Vera gasped and took a few steps back, nearly tripping over her things. Her eyes were frantic as she shook her head. "No... no one that I know of but," she said as she thought to herself. Another had arranged everything for the ship for them and made sure everything was in order. "Maybe Mr. Reddish? He did arrange everything did he not?" she asked for she wasn't sure.

The Lord Major had taken care to make sure everything was together but he wasn't the one that did the leg work. That was Reddish, she was sure of it but the man had been with them during dinner. There was no way he could have done all this, could he? Biting her bottom lip she slumped down into a seat, on top of a heap of tossed aside clothing as she bit the nail of her thumb. "Oh my, what about our things below deck?" she said as her eyes widened at the thought, looking towards Nora. "We have antiquities down there!"

🦄 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 11-30-2018)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕆ne ℍour 𝕃eft

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"Good evening," the man with the blonde hair said to Prima Rave as she said hello. The rest simply tipping their hats at her as they moved through the room and into the hallway. The four men glancing to their left and then to the right. There were whispered words between them but not so hushed those close to the door couldn't hear. "This way?" "No, I think it was that way." "I'm not dealing with him." "Me either." "Yeah, let's try this way."

Turning to their right with their backs facing the music room they worked their way north. Stopping outside of the Billard's Room and Gaming Room - one on each side of them. The door to the Gaming Room was open and they could see inside. "I think we found what we are looking for," one of the dark haired dark eyed men said from the hallway as they spotted the small woman standing by one of the card tables with an instrument case in front of her. "Is that?" "I think so." "Too perfect." "Isn't it?"

Jasper exchanged a few words under his breath to Quinton before moving from Starry Salon into the Trophy Room. It seemed that two were making their way ahead of him but he wasn't paying them any mind. The woman in the room looked over at Jasper entered the room. "Sir?" she inquired as she remained where she was.

"Is everything in order? We have less than hour until the guest arrive," Jasper said as he stopped where he was and nodded slightly towards Professor Walnut.

"Yes sir, everything is ready for the nights festivities," she said looking at the butler before turning and going to stoke the fire. She did so for a moment before returning to her place. "Is there anything I should tend to?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Nightfall folks - act accordingly

Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia<br>11/30/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Waynes post

Description: Cloudy
Temperature: 70°F
Humidity: Fucking High
Wind Speed: 10 mph
Light Wind: A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect.

Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama<br>11/30/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details
Description: We're fucked
Temperature: 80°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 35 mph
Rain: Winds are fucking picking up fast!

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>11/30/18 Update

Things are as they were. Winds are dying down, thankfully the place is cooling down. There is still no sign of Thana. Chances of her getting back tonight, everyone will figure, are slim to none. It is worrisome but on a good note. If anyone else was caught out there at night, it was always a rule to stay put until day break. Trying to get around at night in this world was a bad idea unless you had no other choice. Thana was a survivor. She knew this and would likely hold up somewhere over night instead of risking driving or worse walking back in the middle of the night. Even if she did and it was safe, if she showed back up to the house in the middle of the night, it was a good way to get ones head shot off.

Description: Windy
Humidity: Low
Temperature: 65°F
Wind Speed: 10 mph
Strong Wind: Wind is dying down and the temp has dropped outside.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Okefenokee: E3(Road) -> F5 (Fishing Camp Inside)
Skills:Athletics, Pistol

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Wayne smirked and took the lighter. Lighting the make shift torch and tossing the lighter back to Hank. "Never know when a woman will need those double D's," he chuckled as he stood up fully and put his back on his back. "Right, because I am sure she has a portable night light... Fucking christ," Wayne said to the air before pushing forward and swatting at a dead space in front of him. Apparently whatever he had been talking to earlier had returned and was annoying him once again. He swatted two or three more times before finally making his way onto the front porch.

The man was anything but subtle as he got to the front door. "Lucy! I'm home!" he yelled but didn't bother knocking as he kicked open the front door. Shoving the torch into the building he drew one of his guns and pointed it forward. Stepping slowly as he glanced around. "Looks clear," he called back as he kept looking around. It did and the place looked like it could work as a place of rest for the night. At least it had fucking walls as far as he was concerned.

Sleeping in a truck was bad enough, out in the woods even worse. He had spent one too many nights actually sleeping in a tree with a rope tied around his waist trying to stay up high enough in case some fucking face eater came waltzing by and decided that Wayne would make a nice fucking Happy Meal. Though if one ever did get a bite of Wayne people would find out without a doubt if drugs affected the dead because if you were going to get high off a dead mans flesh the only person that could out do the drugs in Wayne's system was probably Keith Richards. If that fucker was still alive that was.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Headland: D3 -> F2 (House Map)
Skills: Survival, Athletics, Orienteering

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Tatiana shook her head. "Supposed to be, I took dovn," she said to Riley. It wasn't a lie. Tatiana was supposed to check the traps that were set up but she had been disarming them slowly. She had been wanting to make a break for it soon and figured that she would have to try to get her and Jamie out of the house itself. It was only by sheer luck of the draw, or rolls in this case, that she had come across Jack and the rest of them when she did. So she took advantage of it. It was a last ditch effort that had seemed to pay off.

Looking up at the sky, she knew they didn't have long. Not only was the weather looking back but if the group she had been with wasn't back soon the people that were still inside the house were going to start getting worried. They needed to work quickly so that they could keep the upper hand right then. Glancing towards the girls she motioned for them to follow her before she quickly darted from the tree line and made her way up to the back of the house at the end of the Cul-De-Sac. There was a wrap around porch on the two story house and she kept low as she made her way up the stairs.

Ducking down she moved to the wall and peeked in the window before squatting out of site from those that were inside. There were three men in there. All of them looking rather ragged. Drinking something from bottles as they played cards and smoked. Their backs were to the door behind them that lead into the breakfast area right to the side of the kitchen. If they moved fast they could easily take these men out before they knew what hit them. If they fucked it up, it could mean they wouldn't make it out alive. The men had weapons on the counter near them and within reaching distance. They had one shot to get this to work in their favor. After that, all bets were off.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - FUCK ME!

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Ben kept scrambling, trying to get higher and get to Jonesy and now to the girl that was up there as well. Things were not going well and he could hear the metal screaming. Everyone could. This machine was not going to stay where it was for much longer. The girl biped in and out, for a moment holding onto to Jonesy who nearly lost his grip. He held on just long enough for her to vanish again but once she had his grip gave way. Ben leaped and caught the mans hand with one of his and the other held tight to a metal beam. The two of them were dangling.

The jerk of metal against metal, weight going down. Everything was about to come caving down. The machine shook hard. Samson taking a few steps back. "Get out of the way!" he said, starting to shoo people back. "She's coming down!" he yelled. It wasn't half a heart beat later than the entire thing started to collapse in on itself. Seats falling from the sky, breaking away and crashing into each other. Ben lost his grip for himself and to Jonesy and they both started to crash down.

Suddenly everything, mid air froze. Floating there where it was. Alexandra, Ben, and Jonesy were moved swiftly from the falling mass of metal and dropped on the ground out of the way. It was rough but they were safe. Samson's head snapped around to look at the trailer as the rest of the machine stopped its moment in time freeze and crumpled in on itself but something seemed to surround it unseen that kept it from crashing in on any others below.

Looking at the trailer marked Management was a bearded lady holding up a large umbrella that blocked out the sun. Below the umbrella was a woman dressed all in white. She stood tall for a women, about five foot eight inches in height but was thin, couldn't have weighed more than 120 pounds soaking wet. She was beyond pale, an albino with bright ballet slipper pink eyes and her hair was the color of pale lilac that hung in fine strands to her waist. She skin looked slightly wet, overly moisturized perhaps? Her eyes were narrowed as she lowed her hand.

Turning she walked slowly back into the door of the trailer and it shut behind her. The bearded lady lowered the umbrella and closed it. "Management insisted," was all the bearded woman said as she stood there, speaking to Samson. Samson gulped a bit before looking around.

"Everyone okay?" he asked quickly.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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House Kirkpatrick: Last round for this fight - will continue once the end of the battle is posted.

Annan: Rutherford looks out the window and nods. "That is does," he said before tapping the roof of the carriage.

"Now what?" Egerton asked as his eyes narrowed.

"I want to check this out, especially after the attacks in London and your home," Rutherford said curtly. Millicent looked over nervously to glance out the window as their carriage slowed and turned to follow the tracks back from where they came from.

"I thought you want to get married," Egerton said but Millicent kept quiet. Perhaps a delay wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

"If there are Soulless then it can wait," Rutherford growled before looking over at William. "Good eye man," he added as he reached down and adjusted the leg of his pants. Millicent looked a bit confused but griped tightly to her riticule as she sat there. A delay would be fine but after what happened at Almack's she didn't want to deal with another attack.

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The Bristol Ship: Time to wake, time to rise from slumber, though dark dawn is near, at least in the mind. Clearing cob webs. In other words. Ludwig is finally waking up and looking around. Wiping the drool from his mouth he stood up and looked around.

People, so many and blood. A fight? Lost to the masses or to the mast. Whichever but a capped captain and a capped first mate looked through the looking glass. "How far down the rabbit hole did we go?" he asked as he looked around. His knees dipping as he scurried, weaving to the captain. Take the glass, took the glass. Spying, spy through the glass. See what they see and what they do not. Stopping he lowered the glass and a broad smile crossed his lips.

"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Argh matey's it look to be La Canela! If I's be right, that be Captain Montoya's vessel!" he exclaimed as he thrust the spy glass back to the captain and started smoothing his hair.

The Sea: The man looked over at Colette and then to the captain. "A ship it seems but there shouldn't be any this far out in the waters right now, not in this weather," he said before stepping out of the way and waiting for the Captain to take the lead. One she had he offered his arm to Colette if she wanted it.

The captain was quick to move up to the main mast of the ship and look out. Her hand holding out as a spy glass was placed in her hand and she took a closer look. "Yes, smaller vessel. In tact but it looks like the mast is damaged. Turning heading and go to it, they might need help," Regalia said quickly and Jack nodded before rushing off to tell the 1st mate to follow that ship.

Hazel looked down and spotted the captain before turning and looking out over the water. "Fyror, hold there," she said as she started coming back to the crows nest and slipped into it. Resting her hands on the railing she took a closer look and cocked a brow. "What in bloody hell is a fishing vessel doing out this way?" she asked herself before looking over towards the tall man near her. Leaning over the edge of the crows nest she yelled down. "Captain! Flag?" she called out and Regalia shook her head.

"Not yet, just ready yourself in case," she said and Hazel nodded, checking herself for her dagger and keeping an eye out.

Carlisle: Will be updated after Virginia's next post.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Trophy Room -> Rocaille Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titian looked back down at Professor Walnut and grinned a bit. "Whatever you wish," he said with a bit of a wink before nodding towards the other woman in the room. Making his strides shorter than normal as to not make the woman on his arm have to rush to keep up he made his way across the remaining part of the Trophy Room before opening the door to the next room on their little personal tour. They had been able to see a good amount of the place so far as far as he could tell but he was sure there was plenty they hadn't seen yet.

Stepping into the Rocaille Room he found he was right. This room was not like the others that was for sure. It was bright, cream walls trimmed in gold and the furniture seemed to match. The fireplace was burning bright and it was warmer in there than the rest of the rooms. It was interesting to him, this was the second room they had come across that was round in shape but this one was far smaller than ballroom. He narrowed his eyes a bit before looking down at Professor Walnut and grimaced a bit. "Bloody bright in here," he commented off hand before shrugging. His head turned as the music they had been hearing stopped.

🦄 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 notes continued to fly from the violin held by the woman known as Chanteuse Amaranthine. That was until she drew one last long note and removed the bow from the strings. The sound echoed slightly through the room as her eyes drifted open and she glanced around. There was a bit of a smile on her face. It was more than obvious, even behind the mask, that she enjoyed playing. It wasn't just something to do, there was a love to how she played and how she handled her instrument. Being very careful with it as she lowered it from her neck. Yet that was to be expected. Instruments like violins and piano's were rare things in this world, at least ones that were still playable. As few as could play there were even fewer that could restore such items if there was an issue so many sat on display, never touched.

Turning she quietly walked back over to the case and gingerly placed the violin back into the case, resting the bow down next to it and securing it before losing the lid and locking it back. It was only then that she finally looked back over to the two men that had been listening to her play. She let out a bit of a nervous laugh as her shoulders hunched back over. Whatever courage she had had whens she played seemed to leave her now. "I do hope that you found that enjoyable," she said softly as she fire crackled in the fireplace. It was not clear whom she was speaking to as her eyes went from one to the other. Perhaps she was speaking to both or even neither of them.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Flight UA 2199 Gate: "Well dog my cats I ain't be talkin' no differently than y'all. It be English ya know," Gavin said with a chuckle but Roy wasn't buying it.

"Riiight," he muttered before turning his attention to Cecily. A brow went up and he nodded a bit. The men walking behind Cecily as she went over to Lincoln and introduced herself.

Lincoln took a shaky breath and held his hand out to her. "I'm... Lincoln Roberts," he said in a British accent. Gavin reached over and shook the mans hand.

"Texas Ranger Comfort sir. Real sorry about yer loss, anythang I can do to help please let mes know," Gavin said in his thick accent as he tipped his hat to the man.

Roy shook his head a bit. "Detective Gregory, Miss Ashworths partner," Roy added but he just stood there. Lincoln looked confused.

"Um... why so many cops?" he asked. "What happened?" he added a bit more frantically.

Roads Of Chicago: "Some ancient text apparently," Claire said as she weaved through traffic. She was chewing a piece of gum and popped a bubble between sentences. "Bibliotheca of Pseudo-Apollodorus." Swerving around a corner she dodged a car that hit its breaks and then gunned it. "Apparently it is a three volume set but the 3rd book was supposedly lost centuries ago according to reports but this woman claims to have had it in her possession for the last five years. What the fuck is in it is anyones guess," Claire added as she took another turn well faster than what needed to be done.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! These roads are worse than fucking India!" she exclaimed and she wasn't totally wrong. They were crowded and over packed that was for sure but the woman was driving like she was in downtown LA. "Oh well, least Dr. Ice ain't fucking driving, we'd be dead," she chuckled to herself as she kept going. "Should be there shortly," she said and she wasn't wrong. It was about another five minutes before they pulled up to a row of buildings on the corner of a street. "Here we are."

Grimaldi Books: "No, I don't have a copy of that particular text but..." a woman started to say into the phone. It was obvious that she had been cut off as she drummed her fingers on the counter that was half covered with old texts. Her eyes narrowed a bit before she started spouting off in a language other than English.

"Non mi interessa se il Papa stesso ha chiesto di prendere in prestito il libro. Non ce l'ho e anche se lo facessi avrei solo permesso di vedere il testo qui nella mia posizione privata. Ora ho i volumi 1 e 2, ma attualmente 3 sono stati rubati. No, non so chi l'ha preso ma se ne hai. Questo è quello che pensavo. Buona giornata monsenior," she said before clicking the phone off and pushing her hair out of her face. "I miss the days when I could slam a phone down on someone," she muttered under her breath before taking a book and slamming the cover shut.

Gathering up a pile of book she went around the counter and started to reshelve them. "Sorry about that Robert," she said to the older man in the store with her. "Vatican again," she explained before pushing the last book back onto the shelf. "Is there anything I can get you while you go over all that paperwork?" she asked as she walked over to the small table he was at and looked at him. "Coffee perhaps?"

Grimm, Indiana - Forest: Tim nodded a bit and looked over towards Riley and then to Priya. "Yeah, he is Mason Malony," he said before casting a glance towards Riley. That last name was well known in Grimm. It was the name of the family where Chris Malony came from, the serial killer Riley had shot dead just last fall during her graduating classes ten year reunion and the man finally found guilty of killing Simone Carter now nearly 11 years ago.

"Cousin of the family, he moved into town about six months ago," Tim added as Mason got to work on sawing the tree away so it could be cleared and they could recover one half of the body that was stuck beneath it.

The fire marshal came over and over heard what was being said. "Yeah, he is a rookie but he is doing pretty good. Granted this is the biggest thing that has happened fire wise in a while," he said before walking off and going to help some of the fire fighters over at the plane to get the rest of the smaller fires put out.

🦄 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: Remember your tickets, it allows you to certain places on the ship. Please note that if you are trying to go ~up~ a deck, to call for a roll! We will have to see if your character 1) Remembered it, 2) Hasn't lost it or 3) To see if it has been stolen. >.>

Things seem calm on all the decks. People are lounging about, talking here and there but it looks like a good majority of people have either decided to turn in for the evening or sit down in one of the many lounges playing cards or enjoying a smoke and a drink. There seems to be a high amount of people from England about judging on the accents and more than a few American's about being rather loud as they play cards and make wagers.

Character Proceeding Forward: George pointed back a little bit and motioned towards the stairs. "Mmm, we have dinner on the second deck. Vera is mmm, going to her room with some others." It was becoming easier to speak to those around him in more complete sentences as he was becoming more comfortable with the others, at least those he had been spending some time around without them freaking out. Looking at the Lord Major he nodded. "Mmm, yes of course. If you do not mind my company Miss Ridgeway? I can escort you to Mmmm Vera's room. Mmm, girl talk I think," he said, turning his attention from the Lord Major back to Lauren to make sure she wanted him around for the short walk back to Vera's room.

Vera smiled slightly towards Josephine. "Of that I have no doubt," she said with a kind voice. Vera turned her attention to the two ladies and smiled. "Shall we?" she asked, motioning towards the upper deck. Making her way to the stairs she found her ticket and showed it to the man checking them and made a quick note. "She has been appointed my guard," Vera said motioning towards Gene. The man looked at her oddly but shrugged it off and waved the women through. He didn't seem very concerned with them.

George looked back at the Lord Major as he came back and spoke a bit. "Mmm yes, sounds welcome," he said accepting the mans invitation for a talk and such later that evening. Of course that would come after he escorted Lauren, if she wanted, and sat down himself in his room to eat quietly. He was still hungry as he only took small bites at dinner due to his face mask. Looking back at Lauren he offered her his arm and was ready to escort her to Vera's room.

Vera made her way up the stairs carefully and towards her room. Pulling out the key and unlocking the door. Pushing it open she froze. Her room was a disaster. It looked like someone had gone through all her things and did so without caring if anyone knew it. "What in the bloody hell is this?" she gasped as sh tripped over her things trying to get further into her room but even the bed was over turned.