Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Okay, we are now on Holiday. Counters are as follows -

Lady A - 1
ONL - 2
Morose - 2
Sigil - 3
Fantasy - 3
Nallore - 5

Remember if you post over holiday to tag me so I can set your counter to 1.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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O'Hare International Airport: Lincoln nodded slightly. "Tas was always running," he said as he leaned back in his seat. "Ever since she lost her mother she has been running." Rubbing his face he explained that when Natasha was young she had watched her mother die slowly from cancer and that her father pushed her away because of how much she looked like her. Once she was done with high school she ran, to San Fran to go to college. Left there when she was diagnosed with cancer herself to get away from him so he didn't have to watch her go through the same.

When she went into remission she ran to India to get away from everything. That's where they met up again, because he searched her out. It had returned. They ran from there to Justice because it was Dr. Chang who had helped her go into remission the first time. Once it had again she took the job in the hospital. He figured her going off to Mexico was just her running again. "I think she believed if she kept moving, if she kept running she could out run everything eventually. Loss, pain, even death..." he said before shaking his head. "Looks like it caught up with her, I'm just glad she didn't die alone..."

His phone rang and he pulled it out. "Shit, just a minute. Sorry," he said before answering it. "Yeah, hey man. Sorry..It's...it's..." he started before letting out a choking, "yeah. No, its okay.... Right. Chicago. Really? She's here? Well damn. Yeah, can you? Okay. Tomorrow? Yeah, that sounds good," he said before glancing over towards Cecily. "See you then, bye." Hanging up the phone he slipped it back into his pocket. "Sorry, Tas's best friend. I hadn't told him yet."

Grimaldi Books: Adelaide quirked a brow and glanced over towards Richard. "Roman Goddess, known to the Greeks as Hera, to the Etruscan's as Uni, to the Egyptians as Isis, or close enough," she said as she stepped out from behind the counter and motioned for the men to follow her as she continued to speak. "All the major religions, at least Pagan ones had a main male and female figure. Juno was the Roman's. Mother goddess and all that. Some say she could shift forms into that of a peacock," she added as she started making her way down an iron spiral stair case.

"And you got the pronunciation correct, Lunillud Aleae, loosely translated to Celestial Dice, it is a conspiracy of Illuminati proportions. I did my doctorate on it during a dig in Greece with my professor," she said as she came to the bottom of the stairs and was met with a large door that looked to be constructed from titanium with a heavy security system in place. Stopping she turned and looked back at the men. "But if you would like to know more, I have some texts you can reference, for a price." She stopped speaking as she considered something, her finger coming up and tapping her lips a few times before a figure had come to her mind. "$500,000 American paid up front, another $100,000 per each subsequent access to my library. This is per hour, I will assist. You touch nothing without gloves and are careful."

Grimm, Indiana - Ramada Inn: The woman smiled and nodded. Finishing their registration. "No worries. I have a room on the second floor over looking the pool," she said as she wrote down on the registration sheet. Pulling out two keys she placed them onto the counter and slipped them over to the other side. "There you go."

Looking at Riley she perked a brow. "Um, I really shouldn't, against policy and everything," she said but then stopped at the offer. Her brow perked and her eyes seemed to light up a bit. "Um, well for you I guess I could. I mean you are a hero," she said quietly and looked around to make sure no one else on staff was about. A cleaning woman passed by but pushed her cart by them and went down the other hallway towards the rooms.

"Um, registered as Alice and Matthew Wood, two adults plus one child," she said as she pulled out a registration card. Information on it had names, an home address in Tennessee, drivers license numbers, and a request for a crib. They had checked in about an hour ago from the looks of the time written down on the card.

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

Alright we are on holiday. Current counters are paused at the following -

Lady A - 1
Morose - 2
Sigil - 2
Fantasy - 3
ONL - 4
Nallore - 4
Rivaan - 6

Remember if you post over holiday, just drop me a line so I can edit this and place your counter at a 1.

🦄 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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Reminders: Same as last rounds reminders but I suggest you reread them so they stay fresh in your mind while you are posting. If you are changing decks at anytime while we are on the boat - roll in chat before you post. If you roll a 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5 - drop me a line because your ticket is missing. If you roll a 6 though 20, you have your ticket and can proceed without issue.

Same goes with leaving and returning to your characters room. If you enter your room, drop a roll in chat. 1, 2, or 3 drop me a line before posting. If you roll a 4-20 everything is fine and you can proceed without issue.

Please remember to do this every time you change decks and every time you enter your rooms.

Also remember - If you are Elite you can do to any deck. If you are Secondary you can go anywhere but Elite unless you are on record as working for someone with an Elite ticket. If you are Lower Deck, you can only enter Lower or Main deck.

Sailing Still: As per usual, there are staff at every stair point to check tickets. They had seemed a bit over whelmed right after dinner but that was most likely due to the crowds. Now that it was later and less and less people were moving through it was a less stressful and they were more relaxed. The evening hadn't cleared out enough for them to get bored though, so it was a good middle ground, at least for now.

Vera looked over towards Lauren and nodded before taking a deep breath and huffing the curls out of her face. The woman was right. It was a logical train of thought to think they could get the journal back. They were on a river, on a moving boat that was not docking for some time. Yet, everything that happened was anything but logical in her mind. In fact there was plenty that was not logical. Maybe they would just jump ship and ruin it, maybe they would copy what they needed and dispose of it, maybe they would take one of the life boats, there were other possibilities.

One thing was certain however, she was not staying alone tonight. Peter and others were dead. Some killed but she didn't think Peter's death was murder. Or was it? It was something she did not want to dwell on. Looking over towards Lauren she cracked a small smile. "Yes, please. Safety in numbers," she said quietly but was that even truth? Haakon had died when they were together and it seemed that the older woman was burned in the streets. Was anywhere safe?

The woman stayed looking forward but she spoke. "Indeed it does, many a night have I spent on her waters or with my feet in her sands. Time marches on but in certain places such as this, it stands still far longer than others." Her voice was even as she spoke but there was a melodic chill in it as the words left her lips. At his question her eyes darted to him but her head did not turn. "Only if you are bold enough to tell me your reasoning to be here. Speak truth, lie and I will know it," she said, it the words were a warning and the chilled delivery even more so.

Franklin quirked a brow as he sat down without waiting an answer but said nothing to counter him and made no move to leave. He listened to what the man was saying but didn't answer. Simply watching him as a small grin seemed to grow on his lips. What was happening before him was interesting that was for sure. Or at least entertaining in his mind and it came through on his face. Reaching for the pitcher on the table he pushed it forward towards Richard as the grin grew. "You might wish to worry less about my journal and look at your sleeve," he said with a chuckle before taking a drink and downing it.

Glancing over towards Faye the man smirked a bit. "Only by choice usually," he said in reference to being alone. "Most don't understand," he added before taking another swig of drink, this time from the new bottle that had been given over to him. "Though you don't look the type to be alone either. Why would you seek out a drunk at a bar? I am sure there are far more entertaining men out there for you to pass your time with. Ones that would come to you," he said as he lowered the bottle and placed it on the bar top. Shrugging he leaned back in the tall chair. "How about you tell me why are you alone and then I will answer a question from you," he proposed before taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Mmm, because some just want to watch the world burn," he said quietly as he looked around with his single eye darting this way and that as he walked around slowly. As Reginald pulled out the inventory he nodded and held his hand out slightly as he stepped closer. "Mmm, divide and conquer," he suggested. It would be easier for them to each take part of the list and start going over it than one at a time. A moment of thought and he continued. "Mmm, maybe not alarm Lady Munn until we know if something is missing?" he added, he didn't want to put more on the woman's plate than was already there.

Listening to what Nora and Gene were saying Vera had to agree with both of them. See if anyone had reported a missing or stolen ticket and write down what she could remember while it was still fresh in her mind. Thing was, the reason for writing things down was so that someone did not have to remember. Then again, when someone did write things down it was more likely they would remember them without the need of notes. It was an odd balance of things. Nodding she tripped and scavenged around until she found pen and paper. Sitting down on a chair and pulling over a side table and started to write down what she could remember. Looking up and over to the other women there she bit her bottom lip. "Would someone ring for the purser?" she asked as she pointed over to the bell pull by the door. She knew if she got up she would probably trip again.

🦄 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 12-19-2018)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Envy looked around and decided to avoid those at the other end of the hallway. Turning slightly she moved the other way and pushed towards the Library. The door was shut but that didn't stop her. It wasn't locked as she checked it. Turning the knob and pushed the door open. Stepping inside she glanced around, spotting a single person in the room with her. "Oh great, another..." the man muttered under his breath. Envy didn't say anything, just smirking slightly beneath her mask as she stood there and glanced around.

Quinton quirked a brow as he was questioned and nodded slightly, pointing in the direction of the room to his right, to Moss's left. A woman came out the door and was heading back towards the front of the manor. It wasn't long after she had moved passed that Blush came out of the Trophy room and moved as if she was following the other woman. "Seems you found her," he said as he stiffened slightly and clasped his hands together in front of him.

"Wonderful, we will begin shortly in the Ballroom," the blonde said towards Amaranthine. The other three looked pleased that she had decided to play with them. They glanced over towards Justice as he spoke and two of them chuckled but all of them covered their faces or turned their heads so it was hard to tell who was chuckling and who wasn't. "Oh come now, we are all gentlemen here, and a lady of the highest order. Now, what shall we call you all?" the blonde finally asked.

Jasper moved towards the front of the manor and into the Grand Vestibule as Oliver stood his post. Margarete looked back over her shoulder towards Blush. "Your room will be on the third floor Madam. If you would follow me and stay close, it is easy to get lost in this house but if you do, just seek out the stair case," she said as she waited for the woman to keep up with her. Yes others had been told they were not allowed elsewhere but she had explicit instructions from Jasper to take this one upstairs, so she would.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Dice gods have decided - a little time jump is coming. 1 round left for today after this one.

Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia<br>12/19/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Waynes post

Description: Cloudy
Temperature: 60°F
Humidity: Fucking High
Wind Speed: 10 mph
Light Wind: A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect.

Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama<br>12/19/18 Update

Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details
Description: We're fucked
Temperature: 65°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 55 mph
Rain: Winds are dying down!

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>12/19/18 Update

Everything is calm. The dice gods have smiled on your group for now. There are no noises currently outside of the house or inside. The fire is good for light and the smoke is going up the chimney without issue. The temp is cooling off a lot outside and that is finally transferring inside. It is still in the 70's in the house but compared to what everyone was dealing with, this is lovely. Still yet, no sign of Thana but again, chances of her showing up in the middle of the night are slim to none. Change watch shifts and continue on.
Description: Windy
Humidity: Low
Temperature: 55°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: D5 -> E4 (Fishing Camp Inside)
Skills:Detecting

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Wayne dusted himself off and rolled his neck a bit. Stepped out from under the whole that was now in the ceiling since he had "removed" the stairs from being in the way. "Yeah of course, fucking christ, it's what I'm here for," Wayne said with a slight grin on his face. Turning he started looking around the place. There was only a bit of light right now but hey it was enough. At least for now. The main room wasn't that big so it wasn't that hard to illuminate. Too bad they didn't have some sort of electricity and the clapper. Clap on, clap off, the clapper. Granted, that would also be better than having the Clap. So hey, they were doing fucking great.

Stepping around he wandered into the door way of the fishing room and looked around. He nearly stepped on a pile of something on the ground. Leaning down he tilted his head to the side and look a closer look. Poking it a bit with his finger and then picking up some of it. "Spam?" he said to himself. Who the fuck would dump out perfectly good spam and not eat it? Okay, he could see why before shit hit the fan in the most shit running fashion but today? You ate that shit, even if it tasted like ass.

Standing up he shook his had a bit to get the stuff off of it, wiping his hand on his pants leg before turning and looking back around. "I can tie a hell of a fucking noose if you want one," he said towards Nigel. It was something Wayne was good at these days. He was constantly fashioning them in his spare time. Now, when it came to picking locks he didn't have a clue. It was probably something he should have learned at one time or another but he hadn't.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Headland: E2 -> C6 (House Map)
Skills: N/A

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Tatiana looked around, thinking to herself for a minute before shaking her head. "No, no dovnstairs," she said. There wasn't as far as she knew and she was pretty sure of herself. She had been in that house for a bit and gotten a good mental picture of what it did and didn't have. As far as boards went she shook her head again. Wood wasn't just laying around like that. Not in this area.

"Inner bathroom if need," she said pointing across from the kitchen before making her way through the room and north a bit. Coming to a stop she looked back at Jack and motioned a bit. "Over there," she added and pointed to a small playpen in the great room.

This was not exactly how she wanted to spend her first night back with Jack, or the rest of her friends from Newnan, but it was better than nothing and a far better cry than not being with them at all. The men that had taken her and Jamie were dead, they were together, and no one was hurt. Well she couldn't exactly say that. Ash did have an injury that was for sure and both she and Jack had had a hell of a rumble with the fuckers before they got to this point. She was going to feel those punches in the morning.

"Ash, beds upstairs, couch in there," she said as she pointed this way and that. Walking slowly over to a love seat by the play pen she sat down and rubbed her face. It had been a long day. It looked to be a long night but at least whatever winds or storm or tornado seemed to by either dying down or passing them by. This was good, as was the temperature dropping. She was wet and tired and the adrenaline was starting to wear off. Pain was starting to set in. Amelia and Riley were okay, they could help Ash she figured.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Be Our Guest?

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Ben looked over at Alexandra and chuckled a bit as he walked. "What? No better way to be glad to be alive than to look at something that could have been you. Puts thangs in perspective," he said as he kept strolling. "You gotta ask the right question though, especially with what you do," he added as he pushed past the old oak tree. He didn't know where the grave was he just knew it probably wasn't near where they were setting up camp right then. At least he wouldn't have let people set up a Carni show on a grave.

Stopping Ben placed his hands on his hips and looked around. Obviously trying to pick a direction but while he was looking around he added something else to what he had been saying. "You should be askin' me - what grave and how do I know there is one?" There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips as he finally looked back to her. "Tell ya what, tell me where it is and I'll answer what you should be asking."

Sam and Jonesy looked at each other. "Jonesy, go help get things back in order, go on now. Stay off the bottle," Samson warned and Jonesy nodded.

"Yup, come on Libby," was all Jonesy said before wrapping an arm around Libby and heading back towards the tents. Libby mouthed a thank you to Bart before resting her head against Jonesy as they walked.

"Wooden pegs? What the hell Samson!" Rita Sue barked.

"Hey don't be looking at me, I ain't be knowing where those came from. Any rousty worth his salt knows you don't be putting wood to metal on Colossus. Especially after what happened in Damascus," Samson said shaking his head.

"Maybe we shouldn't be hosting no show tonight Samson," Rita Sue said putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.

"We ain't gonna be dark, Management ain't pulled the plug yet," Samson quipped.

"She's worse than the previous one!" Rita Sue snapped before storming off. Samson let out a frustrated breath and grumbled under his breath.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Two Carriages Passing: There was a glance from the corner of her eye towards Maeve before the Lady Kirkpatrick spoke again. "At least not all those that have emerged from your carriage are a brothel of bumbling buffoons," she snipped before nodding curtly. "If you are trained we have numerous Soulless that are dead that do need to remain that way. If not, we have two bodies that must be retrieved so that they can have a proper funeral. Miss O'Connor show the two Lords to Rory and Calum," she instructed before turning her attention to Millicent and William.

"You two look more formidable if I were to hazard a guess and I am never wrong, make the rounds," she added with a wave of her cane to the numerous dead bodies that laid about the small pond the fight had taken place near.

Millicent swallowed slightly but didn't move as of yet. That was until Rutherford gave her leave and waited for Maeve to show them where they needed to go. Egerton was a bit flabbergasted but he bit his tongue, this time, though it was evident by red creeping into his features and the vein popping out of his forehead that he was anything but happy right then. He wasn't going to help though, motioning for the driver to help Rutherford before he climbed back into the carriage and slammed the door behind him.

"Bloody Lazy English, what manners they once had have been inbred from their lines," Sally said frankly before moving towards her carriage and taking care of a body of a Soulless near it.

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Two Ships Passing: "Closer than we should be lass," the Captain of the small fishing boat called back but he was remaining on his ship. He wasn't about to disembark to another. Regalia looked down at him and nodded before glancing towards those of her crew. They all seemed to be exchanging a glance or two, no words spoken but it seemed that there was plenty said between the odd looks and nods. Looking back at the other captain she let out a breath and brushed her hair back from her features more fully.

"Micrean cares not who they move, thank the deep that didn't place you in the ice of the north," Regalia said rather matter-of-factually. Regalia then turned to her attention to those that had climbed aboard. Well those other than Ludwig who already had his hand taken by Hazel and was being pulled away from the crowd. Feet skipping and tripping but staying upright as she babbled on and on to him and he in turn spoke back. Yet it was in a language no others on the ship spoke.

"The Great Bazhooli?" she said with a slight raised brow. "Interesting."

"Ba'ax le circo? Ba'ax j-bino'ob lelo'oba' le ku k debíamos ti' Londres?" Marco asked as he came over to the group. There was a nod from the Captain.

"In wa'alike' u yan Ba'ale' tin wu'uyaj bin juntúul ko'olele' cargo, ma' jach mix ko'olelo'," Regalia replied as she looked over both Vlad and Constantine. "Do you come from London?" she asked to the men. She could have asked Ludwig but he and Hazel seemed to be catching up and well it was obvious she knew getting a straight answer might be more easily obtained from people she didn't know than from Ludwig.

Carlisle: Will update once Virginia is back in play.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Joyous Corridor
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Hit Points: 4
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There was not much to do for the large man as he waited an answer from his touring companion. She seemed to be struck silent currently but he waited patiently. Looking about and making a suggestion or two on which way they could go. "Oh look, chairs," he said with a bit of a chuckle as he pointed to the room to the north of them. Chairs had certainly been an interesting item since they had arrived on the grounds of the manor. "I wonder if any of those can fly," he added with a laugh, finding himself very funny right then.

Hearing a bit of a noise his attention turned and he noticed one and then another enter the far end of the corridor. A brow quirking beneath his mask and he gave a bit of a wave towards them though he didn't say anything in their direction. The man was boisterous to say the least but even he wasn't about to scream down the hallway at a couple of women. At least not while he had a lovely one on his arm. "Care to say hello or wish to go another direction?" he asked Professor Walnut as he motioned towards the women at the opposite end of the hallway but kept his voice down as he leaned in to say his words.