Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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My my, what a world we live in. Things are happening but what? Oh my, many things are now happening behind the scenes and only a select few know what is going on in their little part of this world. Or they will soon enough. What do the rest know? Well over in the music room it seems that the doctor known as Swamp is trying to clear the place out so he can tend to the wounded man and a much larger Titian has taken on the roll of bouncer if people won't move themselves. I wonder how well it will go over that even the wounded man ignored what was asked of the doctor to get the bird out of the room and only had it fly to another part. Does anyone have a Black Bird Pie recipe on hand?

The four men have yet to leave the Trophy room, standing there and talking quietly amongst themselves. In the Joyous corridor, it seemed that Tact had had enough of playing fetching boy and wandered off, walking into the Gaming Room and closing the door behind him as he went. So many closed doors. What could be happening behind them? Oh, if you only knew. Anyone have a crystal ball?

Down in the Central Hall, Jasper remained, turning his head as he heard foot steps. Quick ones, coming down the stairs. It seemed the Lord of the Manor was making an appearance, with a red faced Oliver behind him. The man came down and he and Jasper began exchanging a few quiet words with each other as Oliver stood there a few steps up and back from them as to give them space. His hands clasped behind his back as he waited word of what was expected of him next or to return to his post if nothing more was needed.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - More To Come

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"Have at it man, can always use a hand," one of the Rousties said towards James as he offered to help. The Ferris Wheel collapsing had created a lot more work to do than normal and taken away one of their biggest draws in an area like this. Sure it wasn't the biggest money maker but sometimes that wasn't why things were around. Several of them glanced towards Sophia and then looked at each other. "Manages?" one of them quipped and the men started chuckling. "Bring us to shit holes like this where there's no money to put in the nut," another snarked, obviously not happy about being there. "Hard to add to a nut when ya ain't got them," a third said. "Who the fuck cares, we get fed," someone else in the group added.

Over in the Cooch tent Rita Sue smiled a bit but Libby rolled her eyes. "Rita, come help me with this," a male voice called out from the back of the tent behind a wall of canvas. Rita huffed but turned and walked off. Libby watched the woman go behind the curtain before slipping off the stage and walking over to Alexandra.

"Girl, this ain't no circus," she said and then she looked the girl up and down. "Oh shit, you don't know do you?" It dawned on her that this girl might not know what she was putting out there. Sure, people out west knew what the Cooch was, but some girl with an accent that thick probably wouldn't. Of course Alexandra wouldn't know what the Cooch was. It was a term that was American and came into play long after the time Alexandra had actually lived. There would be no way in hell she could even guess what the cooch was, hell few in the camp would actually know. The Emendators sure, James and Faith might just because they had been in the south and it was a term still used. The rest, they wouldn't. (So yeah, don't play you know if it you were just listed.) It was time to educate the girl. "Um, this is a whore tent. We strip for show and then if a John as the cash, he gets the snatch," she said before taking a long pull from her hand rolled cigarette. "Get it?" she asked with a slight over thrust of her hips for emphasis.

While Alexandra was getting schooled Ruthie stood there and looked around. Gilbert seemed to be coming around and Andromeda was kind enough to introduce herself. While the two were talking she didn't seem to be trying to listen in, in fact her attention seemed to be elsewhere. Looking at something or someone and nodded her head as if she was listening to someone talk to her. "Would you all just take turns? Really hard to listen to all of you at the same time," she finally said and then had a look of relief go over her face. "Thank you. Okay, now you were saying?" she asked as she adjusted her shawl and tightened it around her. "Then tell him yourself when it's night." It seemed she was getting a little frustrated with whomever or whatever she was speaking with. "Oh fer gods sake Pete, shut it."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Two Carriages Passing: The Lady Kirkpatrick looked at William and rolled her eyes. "Of course you cannot speak for the lady. No one said you should. Such presumption, the woman is capable of answering for herself, that unless you hold her tongue. You spoke more of her than yourself and gave me no answer truly. Crossed paths and joined in? Will I have to have teeth pulled to get a straight answer?" she snipped towards the man before looking over at Maeve and nodding sharply.

"Yes, out with it lass, we haven't much time before we are bombarded by buffoons."

Millicent slowly looked up and then around, her eyes peering out of the carriage for a moment before looking back at them. "That is my business but as payment for the momentary moment of separation from the heathen above I will say I am only ensuring that my path, however dark, is not my siblings. Sometimes you have to sell your soul to free your families." Her voice was even as she spoke before she went silent again and looked back out of the window. The Lady Kirkpatrick rose a brow and smirked slightly.

"That sounds like a worthy sale."

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Two Ships Passing: Silvio nodded and started to prepare some plates. Only two, since he was not himself hungry at the time and had eaten soon before this coming together had occurred. "So, please, if ye dun't mind. Tell me, what brings you out to dark waters? Must be quite the tale and I could sorely use one after so many months on sea. What brings two land lubers such as yerself to be traveling so swiftly away from where you came?" he asked as he continued to get the food together. It was nothing much, cheeses and sliced meats with some hard bread, served with a wine. Placing the plates in front of them he sat down and leaned against the back of his chair.

Regalia listened to what all that Vlad had to say and nodded as he spoke. That was until he reached the end and she shook her head slowly. Then she finally responded to what all he had to say. "Нет реальных вопросов. Мы предложим нашего помощника, но только на воде. Наш вид не преуспевает на суше. Жизнь была дана, чтобы быть на море, новая жизнь действительно приносит нам неприятности, если мы слишком далеко уходим от глубоких вод. Есть и другие. Те, которые совет не счел целесообразным представлять. У них есть свои причины, чтобы оставить каждого из вас. Нам, с другой стороны, это более личное. То, что я собираюсь вам сказать, вы можете не чувствовать себя хорошо, но если мы собираемся работать вместе, даже мимоходом, это вы должны знать. Мы не то, что мы появляемся. Теперь, если вы хотите, чтобы я подробно рассказал об этом, я могу, но если нет, вы можете поговорить со своим немецким другом, он знает нашу историю." She waited to see just how he would proceed from there.

Carlisle: "Oh, oh, interesting question indeed," he said as he looked over to her. Then he looked up towards the sky as if he was in thought as he kept walking. "Hrm, yes, oak. Hard, ling lasting, beautiful, many colors and shades. One for each day of the week. Oh yes, very nice. From the dark forest of home. It would far out last me, ahh yes, fine idea. Fine idea. Two hundred years from now, one could go 'that was the leg of the legendary Wagner.' Oh yes, fine idea. Make it oak," he said and a rough smile came to his lips before he looked back at the girl.

"Oh ho! Ahh yes, circus, well organized, tight knit. Like silk weaving, not like wool. Too many loop holes, none with them, fine, yes fine. Good choice, good choice," he added as he kept walking. "Oh Virginia, Virginia. The virgin, the maiden. The stars were made for you, in memory, by dear sweet Parthenos while she resided in Bubatus. IN the heavens you lie and wait, last of the greats to leave us mortals to fend for ourselves. Oh dear sweet Virginia, how they twist your tale to make their own. Take the road you wish to travel or all roads lead to Rome," he mused to himself even if he was vocal about it.

"Dear sweet Virginia, Nymandus VonLitchel Wolfgang Wagner. You may call me Ny," he chuckled.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Update

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Date: July 15th, 2012

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Check OOC - 1st Post For Camp Update!

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Location:Wewahitchka -> Mexico Beach

Temperature: 93F (34C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 99%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 64% covered with thick dark clouds

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Daytona kept pace with the truck ahead of them and was flanked at the rear by the other truck. The helicopter was in the sky and climbing higher and higher and pulling further and further away from them. Seemed it was headed in the same direction but wasn't worried about keeping pace with the trucks below. One couldn't exactly blame them if that was the case. They could get back a lot faster than the trucks and bus could and alert those back at the buses destination what was up. Or they could be setting up an ambush. It was a toss up at this point as those that were now in the bus with the older blonde had really no idea what to expect and had to just see if their leap of faith paid off.

Looking over at her husband, Tatiana nodded and whispered back to him, "I love you." She didn't say anything else, just leaning against him slightly and keeping Jamie held close to her chest. Looking out the window of the bus she glanced around before turning her eyes back to the bus itself. Her shoulders were hunched and curled forward and she looked like a nervous little bird about to be eaten by a cat as her eyes darted around the place.

Wayne seemed a lot more calm about things than Tatiana did that was for sure. He was slouched down, legs spread slightly in the seat and feet under the seat in front of him as his head rested on the back of his seat. "Like going to summer school," he chuckled before his head turned and he looked at Hank. "Fuck man, where's there's sea there's gotta be sea food." He sounded like a bad imitation of an old war comedic drama from the 70's and 80's when he said that.

The woman driving the bus reached up and pulled down a small black handheld speaker microphone attached to an old cord. "Morning everyone," she said and it echoed over the intercom on the bus. "Now that we are on our way I am going to give you a quick run down of things. Sure you all have a lot of questions but please hold them until after we arrive and you are all settled in. There is going to be a lot covered between now and then and it should answer at least most of them. So let's just be patient, listen, and try to relax a bit," she said at first before taking a short break to breath and continuing.

"I'm Margarete, most call me Daytona. I am a member of Alpha Team. Former Army Nurse. We are headed for Mexico Beach Florida currently. For those that have lost track of time it is July 15th, 2012, zero nine hundred fifteen. 9:15 A.M. to you civilians. Before the outbreak Mexico Beach was a summer vacation spot and retirement town. Small and is roughly an hour and a half straight drive from Panama City Beach, an old Spring Break place for the college folk. It is now known as Camp Mexico Beach and has been turned into a Pseudo Military Encampment which is run by military law and overseen by the General. We are a community of nearly 300 people and have done well over the last five and a half years due largely to singular cooperation and placing the survival of the over all town above individuality."

She paused for a moment and let what she said sink in. Wayne quirked a brow and looked over at Hank. "Fucking christ," he muttered under his breath.

Tatiana bit her bottom lip as that was a lot to take in. She hadn't said much really but the fact that they were a settlement of nearly 300 was huge. Even Newnan at it's largest was only a fraction of that. How had they managed to get by with so many survivors? They had to be something right, or something really bad. She wasn't sure yet.

"Our town is surrounded by a high wall on three sides that runs into the Gulf Of Mexico. Our gulf side is protected by netting and patrol to keep what we call Necrotics out of the base. We've done well for ourselves and yes we welcome new comers there will be a lot for you to learn as well as a lot to do. Don't worry, it will be a lot to take in but we have a 95% acceptance rate to our community." She seemed to be about to continue but then radio came in.

Fuck me," Wayne grumbled under his breath. That meant there was a five percent chance of getting the boot even if he wanted to stay. He wasn't exactly a people person. Tatiana looked worried, last thing she wanted was to have to be sent on her way but if it was chosen for her to go and Jamie to stay she would leave him behind if she felt it was a safe place for her son. A mother did what a mother had to do to give her child the best chance of survival.

"ETA 5 minutes," the voice of the man known as Atlas came in.

"Rodger that," Daytona said before going back to what she was saying. "Okay, we will be arriving shortly. As I Said, just relax and hold all questions until after we arrive and you are settled in. You will be given a chance to ask questions but don't expect answers if you are impatient," she warned as they started to come to a town that looked deserted. That was until as they continued down the highway that went through the area a wall came into sight. It cut right through the town and blocked off what one could see further out. It ran right into the water if one could catch a glimpse. In the highway was a large gate and people standing on post along the railing on top that ran along the full length of the wall.

The bus pulled to a slow stop behind the truck in front of them and the gate opened slowly to the side, sliding along the outside of the wall until the truck, the bus, and the truck behind them had enough room to pull in. It looked like a staging area that was larger than the width of the wall. A self contained space between two gates. The lead truck went first and the gate closed behind them. Daytona waited until the gate opened again. The truck was no longer there. "Welcome to Camp Mexico Beach," Daytona said as she put the bus into gear and pulled slowly up. A man with large duffel bag came into view, he was dressed all in black and his face and detail was covered by the shadows cast from the wall. He was motioning for her to keep pulling forward until they were in the staging area fully. The other truck waited outside of the wall as she pulled to a stop and the outer gate closed behind them.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Joyous Corridor -> Music Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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"Ha, I am the man for that job," Titian said with a bit of a laugh. He could play bouncer for his little blonde bombshell if she wanted him to, it could be rather fun and he was enjoying himself. He wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. Titian followed the man who was calling himself Dr. Swamp into the music room, taking a quick look around and noting just how crowded it was. No wonder the man was telling people to get out and it seemed at least one of them wasn't listening. Yeah, the professor was correct, they would need a man to move people at this rate.

Standing over by the piano he started counting people. "One, two, three, four, five, six," he said counting off Plum, Rave, Moss, Penance, Swamp, and Himself. "Incoming seven," he added pointing back to the door he came through since he was sure that Walnut would be following behind him. "And the making of a pie," he also added pointing to the bird. "To those that are deaf..." he started motioning to the doors for them to leave. "To those that are blind, follow the smell of bacon and get the hell out." Then he cracked his fingers. "To those that are dumb, I'll just toss you if the doctor points to you. So, once more, everybody move!"

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
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The persona standing above her on the balcony hadn't responded to her and her brow quirked beneath her mask. Maybe she hadn't spoken loudly enough previously. Her voice had been rather meek, the room was rather large, and the man was standing a good fifteen or twenty feet above her. It was very possible for her to not have been heard so that was why he didn't respond. She would try again. Clearing her throat she tried to project her voice a bit more this time and give a slight wave before she spoke. A visual aide if you will. "Pardon, good evening. May I?" This time her voice was clearer and more direct as she pointed over towards the piano.

The man took note of her this time and stepped closer to the rail. Looking down at her and then letting his eyes follow to where she was pointing he nodded. "Yes, of course, be my guest," he said in a shy voice.

There was a smile that came to her lips as she nodded. "Thank you," she said in a kind voice before turning and walking as quickly as her short legs could carry her without having to run. Placing her case on the top of the piano bench and then the satchel on top of that she took a seat at the faded keys and ran her fingers over them. She didn't play right then, could she play even if she wanted to? Reaching up she scratched under her chin and huffed a bit. "This thing is getting uncomfortable," she muttered under her breath.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: "Ahh but I'm a cop so I have a permanent man card, so vroom vroom," Roy said with a bit of a chuckle. He turned his eyes to the road and did his best to keep them there. Last thing he needed right then was to get them into a wreck but he was listening to what she was saying.

"I'm more interested in what she lied about than why," Roy admitted. Sure, knowing why someone did something helped a lot of the time in cases. You had to set up a motive so you could prosecute people but Natasha was dead so he wasn't as concerned with the why as the what right then. "Okay, let's think on this. We got a long drive ahead of us. If she lied about something, we need to figure out what. What did she tell you - exactly - about the murders. Check your notes," he said as he kept driving.

Grimaldi Books: Claire snorted a bit and shook her head. "If everyone thought like they we'd all be fucked," she said but nodded as he said he was being paged. She watched for a minute and then figured she would stroll in and check out just what was going on. They didn't need a baby sitter for the car. If that had been the case they would have told her to watch it when the arrived. Stepping inside she watched as Adelaide picked up the papers and shoved them back under the counter.

"You are very right. I could tell you anything, thing is even constructing a lie takes time and it takes far more time and effort to construct a lie than give the truth. Lies you have to keep up with, you have to remember exactly what you lied about. It's like studying for a test and every moment after that lie is a final exam you pray you pass. The truth is easy, you never have to remember it. It just is," she said to his whole wordy uppity speech. "You know what, you can take you money and get out. And you can kick your own ass later for not getting answers because of your mouth," Adelaide stated flatly. "You can't get everything you want, even if you are willing to pay, by being this way." Fixing her wrap she stepped out from behind the counter and went over to Robert.

Claires eyes got a bit wide but she let out a huff and walked over to the woman. "Hey, can we talk?" she asked in her thick Boston accent with a smile on her face.

Grimm, Indiana - Ramada Inn: Bob looked up and listened to Riley before his eyes went to Priya. He looked at her confused for a minute before looking back down at his paper and smiling. "Ah-ha! Yes! That's right! Thank you!" he exclaimed before scribbling it in the boxes and sliding the paper aside and laying the pen on top of it. "Been stuck on that one for three hours," he admitted before taking his glasses off and putting them in his pocket folded up.

"Oh right, yeah, Tim came in a little while ago," he said looking around the counter for a minute. "I have everything..." he said as he kept looking. "Oh here we are," he finally said after another minute or two and pulled out a folder with a set of keys in it and a small stack of paper work. "Um, have drivers licenses? Just need to take a photocopy of them and get your signatures here and here," he said as he pointed on the papers. "Did you want the optional insurance coverage?"

🦄 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.

Edit - 1/31/2019 - And Suddenly the Hands of the GM Reached Down and inserted a bitch out fest for people to correct their fucking headers!

Keystone - Sun Deck (Sigil, serious man, you have been yelling over a railing for rounds - fucking no!)
Reddish - Elite Deck
Gene - Sun Deck
Nora - Sun Deck
Lauren - Sun Deck to Elite Deck
Josephine - Elite Deck
Faye - Main Deck (Not near the bridge, she would have had to go up two decks and clear tickets which she doesn't have.)

LOOK AT THE MAP PEOPLE! NO TALKING TO ANYONE NOT ON YOUR DECK ANYMORE - IF YOU TALK TO SOMEONE NOT NEAR YOU, YOU WILL BE IGNORED. IF YOU ANSWER SOMEONE NOT NEAR YOU I WILL SMITE YOU! USE THE FREAKING MAP! (Not totally pissed but I have found if I don't snap and yell and be a bitch people don't listen.)

The Captain is on the Sun Deck, mid boat, port side. What I have listed above is the decks you need to edit to in all last posts. Future posts, I don't care how, make it right.

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 4: Well you know that old adage where they tell you - at least it can't get any worse? Well it can, it can always get worse. In fact as soon as you say it can't get any worse - it does. How did it get worse? Well the men above, that work on the ship, that the Corporal said could handle the situation tried, life boat this time. One person over board, let's throw a ring and pull them up. Two, let's throw a rope ladder down. Three, let's just get a life boat and try lowering that. Especially when one of those poor fragile women is involved. A soaking wet woman of course couldn't haul herself up the rope ladder. (Though, don't ever mention it is because that ten petticoats can easily hold up to fifty pounds of water when soaking.)

So here we. Those lovely, well meaning, dumb as fucking rocks men to to lower the boat. One rope snaps and sends the boat swinging on one rope. Second one holds but the added stress on the wench sends the metal snapping and down goes the boat. Thankfully for both J.C. and Mahendra they are still a bit further back but hey that boat looks to take Vera out. Maybe there was a mummy on board the ship. Maybe it is just the fate of people to get squished. At least this time it wasn't a leg lamp. And we all know Vera is about as graceful as a new born baby calf on ice. That is on land. The woman actually does know how to swim and thankfully so because she is able to swim out of the way and over to J.C. and Mahendra, grabbing onto the ring and sputtering water out of her mouth. She seems okay, shaken but not stirred.

"Oh my, good evening," she said with all the propriety as she could muster before turning and waving back up to those above. "I'm alright, quite alright," she yelled before failing to blow some of the curls out of her face as they were soaking wet and plastered to her head.

"Mmm, over here," George's voice said in his gravelly way and about a deck up from the water a steel door that was used by the crew for loading and unloading cargo was swung open.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Most recent positions map as of last WN. Mauve, Cobalt, and Blush - await Pm's from me.

Floor 1 - Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 01-28-2019)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕊omething's ℍappened

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"Are you alright?" the woman in the Billard's room asked as the man took a seat. Her head tilting to the side slightly as she watched him, yet she didn't move from her place. Jasper turned his head and watched the boy climb the stairs and scurry off before turning his attention back to lady in front of him. Stepping to the side he nodded to her and motioned back further and between the two sets of stairs cases.

"Just through there and then another set of doors straight back. I do believe I spotted the woman with the carrying case head that way not too terribly long ago," Jasper informed her before heading to the base of the stairs and waiting where Oliver had been posted for the large majority of the evening. He watched the woman walk into the Starry Salon where Quinton was standing post. The man looked over to her and nodded a bit but kept his place. The door to the Billard's room closed softly.

Over in the music room there was a shadow that passed in the fireplace but there really wasn't anything around for the foot ordeal. Yet Rave had been left last were knew in the Breakfast room to retrieve things. Linen napkins were available on the table as was a pitcher of water among the other drinks set out. No strong spirits would be found on the table. Perhaps those were elsewhere in the house? Either way, the Four Men could be spotted at the door to the Trophy room inside it from the Starry Salon.