Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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It was about time someone took the shoe off because frankly so many running about over this without first looking at it was a bit silly. Sure it may have bled a decent amount but sometimes when something was cut it just bled like that. Now, how bad the damage was one could not tell straight off but the cut was between the first and second toes. Until the blood was cleaned away no one would be able to get a clear view on it. Rave nodded and went into the Breakfast room to retrieve some linens. Napkins of such cloth were there, resting in fanned stacks along the table in various places.

Much was going on besides this at this time. Quinton looked over towards Amaranthine. He greeted her. Though rather handsome in his appearance his delivery was dry as he simply stated evening to her in rebuttable. What was happening on the third floor? Well only Blush knew that. (PM forth coming.) Oliver took a step back as Creme came over. Nodding slightly to the woman before turning and heading up the stairs, leaving Jasper alone with the girl. Jasper straightened his back before turning and looking over to her. "Yes?" he asked in a flat tone, waiting to see what she needed right then though there was an impatient expression on his features.

Seemed while some were paying attention to the servants in the house, others were not. The woman had moved from her previous position and was now sitting in the second chair from the fireplace just watching the two who were conversing in the room she was tending to, there was a cruel expression on her face and a hint of cinnamon in the air now. She said not a word, being as quiet as the man whom Professor Walnut had been questioning. The man nodded towards her as she left and then eyed Titian a bit and motioned as if he was telling the man to follow her.

The four men continued down the hallway till its end nearly before turning and entering the Rocaille room only shaking their head no to Walnuts question. Tact came out of the Game Room and followed Swamp, informing the man that the bird still lived and that he doubted anything had been fetched or if it had he was unaware of it. He was simple setting out to find someone. Last he knew not even the mans shoe had been taken off and the woman had left the room after she attacked him.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - I repeat - To The River

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The song continued and their voices carried from the river as the tended to the laundry. The carnivale folk were still going about and tending to things. Most of them saying it wasn't a good idea to put on a show tonight. You went dark on Halloween, you didn't perform. It was just asking for trouble and that they had already had enough trouble over the years. The ferris wheel breaking was just another nail in the coffin that they shouldn't be doing anything tonight Carny wise.

As Gilbert knocked at the door there wasn't an answer. Not even someone poking their head out to tell him to fuck off or he could wait until night fall. Just nothing. Didn't sound like anyone was moving around in there either if one were to listen. "She gave you a time, trying to change that isn't gonna get you anywhere," a female voice said from behind the tall man. Standing there about fifteen feet back from the trailer was an older woman with dark hair and weathered skin. She was dressed as poorly as the others but there were a few items of note. The shawl she had on around her shoulders was of fine silk and the gold necklace she wore was old, much older than she and of hand making. Like something from another time and place.

Taking a walk, the short distance between the two of them, towards him she stepped up the stairs and turned the knob. Pushing open the door she gestured for him to take a look inside but she didn't moved out of the way enough for someone to actually walk in unless he was to physically push her aside. Yet one could see. The trailer was empty. Just a desk and a chair. No one was in there. It didn't matter that people kept walking in and didn't walk out, no one was in there. "See, you'll just have to wait until she is ready." She paused for a moment, allowing Gilbert to look if he wanted to before pulling the door closed once again. Making her way down the steps she started away from the trailer before stopping and glancing back at him as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Don't worry, she wouldn't have made us travel all this way if she didn't intend on talking to you."

A brow rose and she looked behind her. "Yes I know. For someone as old as he is I would expect he would have more patience," she said but it seemed she was talking to someone over her shoulder. Thing was, there was no one there. It seemed like she was talking to herself but the way she spoke it was as if she was speaking directly to some one, even acting as if she was looking at someone directly in the eye. "No, so don't," she added before looking back at Gilbert. "If you want to talk, I'll talk to you," she offered though at that point, motioning for the man to offer her an arm and start walking with her.

Current Mood in One Gif

>TMW shit hits the fan in RP

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Wewahitchka, Florida (D8)
Skills: N/A

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Apparently Wayne didn't give two flying fucks about the who's or the why's or the wherefore's. "I don't give a good god damn if they want me to smear plum jam on my body and run into the ocean naked singing the Star Spangled Banner. Food and Lodging, that is what is known as fringe benefits. I'm going. Bastards could have taken us with that gun by now," Wayne laughed as he started pulling off his scarf and coat and anything else on his ass. Shoving shit into his pack as he did so.

Glancing around he seemed to look in the air. "Oh yeah, imagine shitting on a toilet and using something other than leaves and blue unicorns to wipe my ass. Hey, it's possible. A man can dream," he added before looking over towards Hank. "I'm going. And hopefully these fuckers will stop being stupid and delaying things so we can get moving before some face eaters make their way out of the fucking wood work because of all the fucking noise," he added as he picked up his bag and tossed it over towards the helicopter.

Spreading his arms he looked at Maddog, it seemed he was offering the man a chance to pat him down. "Sign me up Double O 7. I don't care if this place turns out to be fucking prison. I'm homeless and shit is constantly trying to kill me out here. I'll take a fucking chance." He turned around slowly and gave a shit eating grin in Hanks direction. Seemed the PB to his mother fucking J was in as well and ready to sign up. It didn't seem like Wayne cared if he got anything back if they were allowed to stay. Small price to pay for food and walls.

As far as what was expected of them if they could stay, Wayne didn't care at all either. He meant when he said he would smear plum jam all over his boy, shit he would roll around in a fire ant hill to sleep without having to trade out watches constantly. These fucker had a god damn heli. They had to be doing something write and didn't look like they would have to do any barn raises either. "Fuck yeah them were go po-ta-toes. Boiled, mashed, put in stews. Fuck yeah."

Looking over at the kid Wayne rolled his eyes so hard they nearly got stuck. "Holy fuck balls, I thought I had a death wish but I doff my cap to you fucko, if I had a hat. Let's get all high and mighty like these fuckers should trust you or me or any of us and slap the man named Maddog across the face by trying to get him to standout here and put all your doubts to rest because you wanna be tucked in at night with your poochy pooch. Man offers you a meal, you don't tell him you want a gluten free vegan diet ice tofu fuck salad with kale. You say thank you. Repeat after me. T h a n k y o u."

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Wewahitchka, Florida: D8
Skills: Psychology, Survival

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Tatiana listened to the man. Martin, the man's last name was Martin. He was obviously military. He was taking them to the same place they were trying to get to. Even a fool could put together that this man was probably related to Thana in some way. Granted none of that mattered to her right then. She heard the word doctor. Looking at the woman, Tatiana seemed to have a hopeful expression cross her features. "Doctor?" she said in a thick accent.

Nodding she slowly stepped forward and held out her weapon. Dropping it to the ground and kicking it over to Spots. It was only a knife but it was a sign. Jack had grabbed the rest of their stuff so she could carry Jamie unhindered. "Um, this?" she asked in a timid voice. She was patting the carrier she had Jamie in. She didn't know if they would let her keep it or if she would have to hand that over as well and just carry Jamie. She was not about to argue with these people or ask too many questions.

She had been brought into a settlement before. The drill always seemed the same. You found out when you got there. You didn't stay out in the open too long to ask questions. The louder it was the quicker you moved. It was that simple. You didn't stop and ask questions to people when there were other dangers out there. You couldn't talk to the dead even if they were walking. You couldn't plead with them not to kill you and try to eat you. At least with humans, even if they could be crueler, you stood a chance with to change their mind. So for Tatiana, it didn't matter. She take her chances with the devil she didn't know. She was tired of dealing with the ones she did. Sure she had questions, she had tons of questions but she wasn't asking them now. She wanted to get Jamie out from being in the open.

Looking over at Ash she let out a nervous breath as the cat rubbed against her thighs. Looking down she nodded at the orange tabby. That cat had been with her off and on since Newnan fell, it was one of the few reasons she was able to keep going. There was a lot about that cat she loved like her own family. In the weirdest way she swore the thing could understand her on some level. "Good kitty," she said before glancing back over at Spots and waiting to see what happened. Ash was in, so she was in. Shit she was in even if Ash wasn't. Jamie came first and this was a chance, she'd deal with the rest later.

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Year 5: Update

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Date: July 15th, 2012

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Location: Wewahitchka, Florida

Temperature: 89F (32C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 99%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 66% covered with thick dark clouds

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The orange tabby meowed as it rubbed up against Tatiana's legs before striding back over, right past Spots and meowed again. Looking around Panama quirked a brow as the cat jumped right into the helicopter and curled up on the seat Spots had been occupying. "Well ain't that some shit." Panama chuckled a bit and shook his head before turning his attention back to Sportacus. "I have a feeling you're a bit of a bitch," he said looking over at Hadrian. "Aren't ya?" There was a long pause. "Sport."

"Now now Panama. People got a right to stand offish. Even stupid on some levels," the elder said as he motioned towards Hadrian patting his weapon as if it was a threat and then the kid. Maddog chewed his cigar a bit before pulling it from his teeth. "We got a lot of people here. Lot of questions. Little time. You will get debriefed on entry to the walls. You want answers, ask the General when we get there," was all he answered.

Spots walked over towards Tatiana slowly and started to check the carrier. "No worries girl, just let me check it, and yes the cat is fine. Will have to go in quarantine as well for a bit but we do have pets. Dusty over there has a hamster," she said with a chuckle as she checked the carrier, running her hands over it. "Hey there little one, ain't seen someone your size in a while," she said with a grin as she looked over the top of her glasses at the baby. "What's the babe's name?" she asked.

"Jamie," Tatiana said quietly as she rubbed the back of her sons head gently to try to keep him calm.

"Carrier is clear," Spots said over her shoulder.

Maddog stood there and nodded. "Good," he said before glancing towards Dusty who held up two fingers. Turning he eyed the kid with a dog. "Nothing I can say will earn trust. Dog goes in quarantine alone until cleared of disease by the doc," he said flatly before addressing the group in general. "Transport is two out. Toss your stuff if you are coming. We load quickly and move," he said before shoving the cigar in his mouth and walking towards Wayne.

"Shit ain't turned over by load up, you're left behind like Jesus said fuck you in the second coming," Panama called out as a follow up.

Maddog eyed Wayne for a minute before giving him a quick pat down. Reaching into the mans pocket he pulled out a baggie of drugs. Wayne just smiled and shrugged. "Got any other problems you wanna tell me about?" the man asked as he ran his fingers over the pills in the bag and took a look at them.

"See a blue flying unicorn snorting a line of coke off your dome right now," Wayne stated frankly.

What Wayne said didn't seem to phase him. He just smirked a bit. "I've seen worse," Maddog said before turning and tossing the bag into the pile of stuff that was building before heading over to Hank. "Cop?" Maddog asked towards Hank. (Perception Check - 20)

There was the sound of a large engine that started to come from north of the group on 71. Slowly a small convoy of vehicles came around the bend and pulled to a halt behind the group formerly known as Newnan. There was a large semi with no trailer in the front, a short school bus on monster wheels behind it, and then a smaller truck with a mounted gun behind that. One couldn't see the drivers in the vehicles. Light made it impossible as did the dirt. There was one person visible at the rear truck on the gun but they were covered from head to toe so you couldn't see their face behind the head wrap and goggles.

The passenger side door swung open on the semi and a rough looking man stepped down, with an assault rifle in his hand. He eyed the group in front of him until Spots spoke up. "Atlas, over there," she said motioning with her head in the direction of Maddog on the other side of the helicopter. He nodded and started walking that way with a long stride. No one else got out of their machines.

(As Panama said, time to nut up or shut up. Alpha team has arrived. If you are turning over things, do it now. If your character decides to keep anything - pm me what and where on their body. This includes ANYTHING not clothing on your back.)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Two Carriages Passing: William was right to assume that the carriage would be crowded and that someone might get shoved out to have to ride up with the driver. What he was wrong about was who got shoved where. As people were gathering either in or around the carriage to try to make the travel from the battle location to the next destination the Lady Kirkpatrick put her old but titled foot down and she put it down hard. Lord Rutherford and Lord Egerton would ride above and keep an eye out on the bodies of the dearly departed. Sure Egerton might have been what one would consider a higher rank thank she was in the eyes of the Peers, they were in her country now. This was Scotland, not England.

"You two bumbling buffoons will tend to this," she stated in a flat icy tone. As soon as Egerton's lips began to part the head of her cane was under his chin and shutting it hard. "That was not up for debate." This time her voice carried a warning as did the look in her eyes.

"Let's just go so we can get this over with," Rutherford said in a tense fashion before climbing up to the top of the carriage and taking a seat next to the driver. Egerton's eyes narrowed and he muttered something under his breath before pushing away the cane and exiting the carriage.

Millicent stood there, confused on which way to go but as she felt a hand on her elbow she looked over and saw that it was the Lady Kirkpatrick edging her towards the inside of the carriage. She wasn't about to back talk the older woman and quickly scrambled into the carriage and took a seat. The Lady Kirkpatrick turned her attention to the driver and gave him a quick destination. The man nodded in acknowledgement. Sally looked over towards Maeve and sighed. "I prefer dealing with Soulless," she snipped as her eyes carried northward before climbing into the carriage herself. "Come you two. Let's be on our way."

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Two Ships Passing: "Then let's get ya fed," Silvio said as he offered an arm to Colette. Whether she took it or not was completely up to her. He simply waited for her to decide before turning and heading to the back of the ship, opposite to where the Captains quarters were at the front of the ship. Pushing the door open, there was a kitchen and a small table. The room wasn't as large as the captains quarters, a bit less deep but that was to be expected. This was a room mainly for preparation of food, not for living or sleeping in. The room, did smell wonderful however. Colette's assumption that Regalia would have better fare was correct. The captain of this ship wasn't about to serve gruel to crew if she could help it. Though it did appear that much of what they had was running low, which could denote that the ship had been at sea for an extended period of time.

"Tell me, how famished are you two?" the man asked as he motioned for them to go ahead and take a seat at the small table not too far away from the stove.

"Ничего," Regalia said in a tongue that Vlad knew, it was the tongue of Mother Russia. Not the language of his skill but of his homelands. She simple said, it was nothing. The woman obviously actually spoke Russian. Looking at her, one could say that she did hold many traits that Russian women did, could she have been of Russian ancestry? She did have many traits physically resembling Vlad's dearly departed wife. The skin tone, the angular features, the dark hair, the bright eyes. Leaning forward slightly she waved it off. "We happened by you, we will take you to port, simple. I prefer not to complicate matters further. I owe you, you owe me. When does it stop? No, I did something, it ends there. Nothing owed."

Taking a sip from her wine chalice she rolled her eyes a bit. "Antiquated people with antiquated ideas. Staying in the past means repeating the past. Death might teach them a thing or two," she said in passing. "It has me." Setting the goblet down she eyed him. "What do you think of them?"

Carlisle: The man gave her a quizzical look for a moment as his lips popped a few times, his jaw elongating and shortening quickly to create the sound. Then he laughed a bit and shook a finger at her. "Oh you are a funny one. Pride does fit you well, best travel by foot then, would hate to see you broken on the wheel," he laughed as he kept walking. "And I would hate to be dismembered," he added as he set his eyes towards the north.

"Hrm, don't know. Been a lot of places. How many have you seen?" he asked before taking another bite of the chewy dried bit of meat. Chopping on it vigorously, the man obviously had no table manners but then again they weren't at a table. They were walking from the scene of a lot of deaths recently and hitting the open road. Where manners really needed? As he spat a chunk that didn't chew right to him onto the ground before taking another bite, it was apparent he didn't feel as if they were right then.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gun Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titian spun around and looked over towards Professor Walnut and let out a guffaw. "Oh that is a hell of a set of questions," he said in a happy voice. The woman had some balls on her that was for sure. She seemed to say and do exactly what she wanted when she wanted and too hell with whatever the consequences might have been. Granted, he kind of figured that out when they were still by the gate. The woman had skills that was for sure and the fact he had tagged along with her thus far seemed to have been a great decision in his mind. He was having a hell of a time just watching and waiting to see what she said or did next.

Looking over to the man he waited to see how he would answer. "Well shit, would like to know the story behind that," he said after finding out that the people of the manor hadn't been the one that cut the mans tongue out. Then again, the man could be lying. Though if he was lying about that Titian was pretty sure that he wasn't lying about the next answer. He hadn't expected them to be allowed to just take a weapon from the room. Too bad the lord of the manor hadn't cut the mans tongue out, he might have let them take a weapon or two then.

"Wonder why the hell they need a doctor," he said outloud before looking over towards Walnut and grinning. "Want to go find out?" he asked before eying the door. Seemed they weren't getting any weapons from this room, at least not right now. They couldn't guard the room all night now could they?

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine nodded towards the boy and there was a slight smile on her lips as she walked over towards him. She wasn't much taller than the young lad. "Thank you kindly," she said in a gentle voice. At least she was on the right track. Looking around she glanced up and noted that there was no ceiling right there, at least not directly above her head now. It just kept going up, for several floors. She cringed outwardly before she heard something and turned to inspect what it was. It was Jasper apparently, standing in the doorway at the other end of the house. He seemed to be still in the Grand Vestibule and the young boy was rushing over to him.

Not wanting to appear to be eves dropping she turned and continued on her way. Walking into the Starry Salon and looking around. It was rather beautiful to her and she voiced it. "Stunning," she said to herself as she admired the chandelier above her and then the night sky painted on the ceiling. This was a nice change from the other rooms she had seen. Sure the room in part was still of dark woods and colors but half way up it brightened. Her attention was taken away from the room itself when she smelled saltwater and looked around more only to spot that she was not alone in the room and took a visible step back when she spotted the servant standing quietly on the other side of the room.

"Good evening," she said in a surprised voice.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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O'Hare International Airport: Roy lead her over to the car and popped the trunk so she could toss her things in the back. "Well I got a new partner. Well the captain says she is my partner but you're my partner. Woman's name is Priya Khurana and she is a new transfer from New York of all places," he said before unlocking the car itself and climbing it. It was a nice sport car that was for sure. Not your typical cop care. Granted it wasn't even marked as a cop car. It was a Mustang. Had it been a camero one might have thought they were crawling into Bumblebee.

"And Riley is there as well. We all flew out together. Figured it was better to bring her with considering all the shit going down in Grimm and with her having to bury her sister, have a guard on hand. The Sheriff is making sure they are okay while I am here to pick you up," he said. Once Cecily was in the car he started it up and pulled out of the airport parking, heading west first to Gary and then south to Grimm.

Grimaldi Books: Adelaide looked over to Robert and answered his line of questions. "Bibliotheca of Pseudo-Apollodorus," she corrected as far as the title went. "It is concise collection of Greek Myths and Heroic Legends. Consisting of three books, the second one is the one which was stolen. They date back around two thousand years and are looked at to be the most valuable mythographical work to come down form ancient times," she said as she slipped on a pair of white cotton gloves. "The Vatican has been trying to get their paws on them for some time."

Retrieving the two remaining volumes sighed a bit. Bringing the other two over to a table she set them down carefully. "They have a knack for collecting other religions works to keep them under wraps. Heaven forbid that the rest of the world know that Moses was not the first to deal with a flood of the world," she chuckled as she pulled up a chair and sat down. "Now why someone would steal just one and not all of them tells me it wasn't for money. The collection, while still worth a pretty penny per volume is worth far greater together. Volume two deals with mostly the tales of the Underworld."

There was a beep on her phone and she pulled it out, looking at it and quirking a brow. "Think the man had a change of heart. That or he is going to try to threaten me," she said as she pushed back from her chair and took a breath. Standing up once again she made her way out of the vault and up the stairs. Coming to the top of them she eyed Caesar. "Can I help you?" she asked in a flat tone.

Claire looked over at Keystone and took a few of the bags from him so he could eat as well now that she was done. "Shit man, somethings are better left unknown," she chuckled as she leaned against the car and looked towards the book store. "Good thing he has you though, hate to see how the man would be if he were left alone to his own devices. Strikes me as the type that could burn a city block without blinking an eye." Maybe Keystone leaving town wasn't the best idea after all.

Grimm, Indiana - Ramada Inn: The hallway was empty it seemed and the elevator wasn't opening the doors just yet. Things seemed quiet for the meantime. Down in the main part of the hotel the only one about was the desk clerk and she looked about as bored as one would figure in the middle of the day in a town with so few people about. It wasn't as if this town was large or was a tourist type of place.

Outside the sun was half obscured by a thick haze that seemed to go over the entire town. It was to be expected at this point as the fire had been put out from the plane crash but that caused a lot of smoke and with the winds not kicking up a lot it was just sort of lingering over the town. Not enough to be a bother or to cause breathing problems but enough to give everything a little haze to it if you were to look out in the distance a bit. Just enough to let you know something had happened and the smell of fuel hung in the air with it. With any luck by morning the smell and the haze would be gone.

🦄 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 reminders but hey, we all forget shit - 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.

Man Overboard, Part 2: What an evening it had been thus far. What a week. The group had dealt with their fair share of shenanigans. From slips and trips to burnings and death. At least the part of the group that was with the museum that was. The others had not really gotten their feet wet as it were yet. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. Richard had had more than his fair share of adventure since he boarded the boat. (Makes me wonder just how bad his trip from the United States to Egypt was.)

Anywho, let's get back to the tale at hand that is unfolding. Where did we leave off? Oh yes, man overboard. Now a general alarm had been sounded and it can be heard most everywhere save within rooms with closed portholes and in the lower levels where the engine is loudest. (Even then with a good hearing roll one could still be made aware of it.) Mosi had done her due diligence in alerting the crew and made her way back to her room. She was getting some odd looks from those that were poking their heads out to see what was going on. Now not that she cared what anyone thought but it was probably a good idea to get back to her quarters. If only to change if she saw fit and be of more use in slacks than in a skirt.

J.C. looked over towards Faye and was about to answer when the general alarm went off. "What in the blazes," he asked more to himself than Faye. Downing the last of his drink he stood up and started walking. Following the small crowd to the edge of the deck. Looking up and then down, his eyes followed the lights that were on the water. Back behind the ship now was a man at a life ring but he hadn't spotted it yet. J.C. kept moving further and further back on the ship. His steps increasing in pace until he was at the back of the ship. J.C. just kept moving back as his eyes scanned what little could be seen.

Vera took a step back from the railing and nodded towards Gene. "Oh bother, quite right," she said as she bit her bottom lip. With her ability to trip over her own two feet it was a miracle in and of itself that she hadn't yet plummeted to the waters below. She wasn't sure who was in the water as she couldn't see the man anymore. She had only seen a figure in the water and briefly at that. It was dark, they were at least three decks up from the water. The ship was still moving. Now that she was stepped back from the edge it would be impossible for her to see who it was. "I don't know, I hope not."

"Hey you, stop!" someone yelled out towards the back of the boat but Vera didn't hear it. It was a deck below at the back of the ship and she was at the front. Yet off the back of the boat, only two boots were left rocking and then there was a splash as something else hit the water.

Nothing could be seen on the surface until a blonde head full of hair broke the surface and blue eyes looked around as he took a breath. "Hey there," J.C. said to Mahendra. "Nice night for a swim," he chuckled before grabbing the ring and starting to swim back towards the boat, one hand on the ring as she other cut through the dark waters of the night Nile.

A man came running up to the captain, spouting off about how some ninny jumped into the Nile after the man that had fallen over board and was now swimming back this way with him. "Seems, someone already has," he said to the Lord Major before turning to the crew man and continuing, "lower the nettings down the side of the boat on port side rear."

Vera looked over towards Gene and the Lord Major. "Whomever it was had to be crazy or insanely brave," she said as she stood there.

"Probably American," the Captain said with a bit of an eye roll.

🦄 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 01-18-2019)