Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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In the manor it seemed that it was quiet. The east wing was shut off to those that were there and in the west wing it seemed that people were starting to decide to make their way towards the ballroom. That was, other than a select few. Doors were shut in the Joyous corridor and not a peep could be heard. Envy? Tact? They were... Does it truly matter? Oh perhaps it does but the thing is, no one is there to lay their eyes on them currently outside of perhaps a staff member or two and well, has the staff been willing to share their secrets as of yet? Do they even have any? We don't know currently.

What we do know is that the four men are making their way into the Starry Salon now as the Lord of the Manor and Jasper as speaking over in the central hallway. Oliver is standing still and awaiting some orders but for now none have come. Music is playing, coming from a piano but only those in the Ballroom, the Starry Salon, The Trophy Room, and The Central Hall can hear it currently. Even then it is quiet playing outside of the Ballroom. It does not seem to be of any real song, just a bit of playing. Peter looks down from the balcony in the Ballroom to set eyes on Amaranthine as she plays but he does not say anything at this time, just watching her play.

"Yes of course," Jasper says finally loud enough to not be a whisper anymore before the Lord of the Manor walks back up the stairs. Oliver bolts to his usual post now as Jasper walks into the Grand Vestibule. It is silent for a moment before he calls out towards the Breakfast room. "If you are ready, please move to the Ballroom now, the Master will address you all shortly, those of you not attending to the issue from earlier that is," he said as he motioned towards the back of the manor. It was obvious he was miffed but he was trying to hold it steady. He was aware there was an injury was earlier but none had come to report to him again and they seemed relaxed enough in the Breakfast room from what he could see currently not to be worried enough to check.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Stay On The Path

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This was the bad thing about having people from different era's in the south during the 1940's. Sophia was probably more used to men not being as sexists as they were back then and while James most likely had had his fair share of bigots being raised in south Georgia when he did, it was still nothing like back then. In Louisiana in the 1940's lynchings were still rather common, tar and feathering happened, the klan was on the move and women were having a hard time dealing with the fact most men were over seas fighting a war and what was left behind was the worst of the worse. This became evident when the Rousties started talking now.

"Oh would you look at this. And here I thought this plantation was your masters home. Ain't that some shit. This nigger gonna be acting like he one of the gang. Shit piss buckets, at least I think that's what he's getting at. Not sure, ain't fluent in ape. Hey girly, how about your translate for us. You speak ape don't ya?"

"Some are born for the life," Libby said as she stood there and took another drag from her cigarette. Looking towards the back of the tent she heard Rita Sue yelling. She was mad about something and while she couldn't make out what the woman was going on about, it was clear she wasn't too terrible concerned. "Hey, how about we get out of here? Momma comes back and she gonna do anything she can to get you in the show. We been needing a third for a while and you gotta look she could get bucks for," she said before heading for the tent flap. Looking back at Alexandra. "You gotta creek I could take a dip in? Ain't had a proper wash in ages," she asked. Hey the girl had offered if there was anything she could do to help. To Libby, a bath would help.

Ruthie looked over at Andromeda and nodded slightly. "You too darlin'," she said before Gilbert finally asked the right question. Glancing over her shoulder she sighed. "Yes, I'm gonna answer him, just hold yet johns before they hop away." Rolling her eyes she looked back at Gilbert and nodded. "Yeah, Keystone. Says he's sorry for the shit..." she stopped half way through and rolled her eyes even harder this time before speaking from between gritted teeth. "He says and I quote, I am terribly apologetic for the troubles in which I have caused and while there is no reason for you to grant a single favor in my direction I beseech on you to move my body off of these hallowed grounds for I do not wish to spend eternity existing within this loop to never move on nor be heard by those I see," she said before shaking her head slightly. "Boy that was a mouth full."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

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Kirkpatrick House: The lady Kirkpatrick smirked over towards Maeve and nodded before she continued. It seemed she hadn't been finished with what she was saying, only taking a moment to give pause for emphasis. "A worthy sale that is if you're worthless," she quipped.

"I am NOT worthless." This was the first time around these people that Millicent had sounded anything remotely like she had to those that were close to her. There was force, and spite, and pride in her voice as her words came out short, staccato, and strong. Looking over towards Maeve this made the Lady Kirkpatrick chuckle a bit and nod.

"Then why do it?" the lady asked, pushing more but Millicents eyes narrowed.

"Don't presume that just because you hold some title here or anywhere that you are entitled any answers from me. Or that you are justified in any assumptions of my value. For if you continue to do so I shall return the favor and assume that what I know of your name is true Lady Kirkpatrick. That you are a sour old maid so absolutely dry it does make the English humor as wet and lyrical as the sea," she hissed from between clinched teeth.

The Lady Kirkpatricks brows shot up in surprise. "No one dares speak to me in such a manner," she said as the carriage pulled to a halt in front of the Kirkpatrick house. The door flung open and the Lord Rutherford stood there holding a hand out. One which Sally pushed aside as she started to get out of the carriage. Once out she looked back at Millicent who was sitting there still and not looking in the womans direction. Turning her attention back before her she made her way towards the front door. "Where is that bumbling nephew of mine.

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One Ship Moving: Silvio rose both his brows as he looked between the two of them, noting that Fyror was not looking at him as he spoke but at the lady. "Oh oh oh, that is something else," he said as he poured himself something to drink and sat down between the two of them at the table. Taking a long drink from his cup, he had to ask. "How do you know such things? If he is so terrible, why allow for a marriage?" he asked, seemingly intrigued by the situation.

Regalia eyed Vlad and nodded slightly as she poured him another glass. "Вы были бы удивлены," she said as she leaned back in her chair. She was half hoping that he would have let Ludwig do the explaining. The man, while all over the place, had a way about him that made things sink in slower and not be as hard to take as others did. Especially Regalia. While she was a gracious host and had a charm about her, she was a ships captain and being blunt most of the time saved lives. Granted, that might not be the case currently. Taking a sip of her wine she looked at him for a moment, studying him over the rim of her glass and then shrugged.

Setting the goblet down on the table she began to explain. As she did, her hand moved to the hilt of her sword as if she was preparing to defend herself. "Проще говоря, я мертв. Как и вся моя команда. Мы жили однажды. Некоторые любят меня очень давно, другие совсем недавно. Что у всех нас общего, что общего у La Canela, так это то, что мы хотим жить снова, но не хотим вернуться к жизни, которую мы когда-то знали. Мы не бездушны, мы бьем сердцами, наша кровь течет, мы все еще можем умереть снова обычными средствами. Мы просто умерли из-за глубоких вод. Однажды мы проснулись в La Canela и стали такими. Вторая жизнь, если хотите, для тех, кто столкнулся со смертью и отбил его. Мы не выиграем войну против смерти, но мы выиграли одну битву."

Down below there was a snore and cough from the hammock above Constantine, it was Ludwig. Napping away as if he had not a care in the world. Peaking over the edge, staring strait at the Russian was Dieter, the ferret not the brother. Tilting his head side to side as he watched Constantine wake up. There were hammocks swinging this way and that, several had men in them sleeping, most were empty. Barrels were around, some filled with fresh water, others mostly empty that looked to once hold different foods. It was quiet down there and a staircase wasn't too far away that lead up to the main deck.

Carlisle: She had asked him to speak and so he did... In length. "Oh yes. Parthenos, I wish I could. Intriguing. Two sisters I know of, or so they say. Much is not known of her save that after a wine casket broke her and one sister flung themselves off a cliff to avoid their fathers wrath.

What a world but the again, back in those days dear Zeus was sticking his own carved wood into anything and everything he could. How many troubles would the ancients have avoided had Zeus kept it in his tunic? No, Zeus, don't fuck that! Too late! Yes, right off the cliff she flung herself but oh my the gods were not having that. least one. Apollo. Not for them of course, he loved their sister but they became goddesses because of this love. How about that? Imagine getting married and as a wedding gift your brother was turned into a god? Not bad," he laughed as he walked.

"Parthenos was given a city though after being saved. Bubastis."

Current Mood in One Gif

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Map in Original OOC post - NPC's updated In CS Tab

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach (Q6 -> G5)

Temperature: 94F (34C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 62% covered with thick dark clouds

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Daytona leaned back in her seat and watched as the man who had waved them into the gate walked over towards the door. He knocked a few times and the woman nodded a bit before leaning forward and unlocking the door brace. Turning slightly more she draped an arm over the back of the driver chair and motioned for some to come on. The door swung open and one could hear foot steps as he lugged himself up them to the front of the bus. Turning he faced the new group.

Pulling his sunglasses off his face he glanced around and appeared to be of middle age, if not a little younger. He had dark hair and eyes, wearing all black even in this heat. His sleeves were rolled up a bit and his cowboy boots clicked as he took a shoulder width stance. He was unshaven and his hair was spiked a bit. A cigarette was planted firmly between his lips and oddly enough there was a bible in his hand. Wait a minute, the man had a collar on. Not your normal collar but a white one. And a rosary around his neck. Clearing his throat he pulled the smoke from his lips and grinned at the new arrivals.

"Hey Y'all, names Atticus but you can call me Padre, or Preacher, or Father. Whatever floats your boat. I'm the Chaplain here. Catholic but don't worry. I can do services in all the others as well, but my Hebrew is a bit rusty," he said in a slight chuckle. The man had a bit of a southern drawl when he spoke but not Georgia Southern. This was more western southern. Not full on Texan but maybe New Mexico? Smoke curled up from his cigarette as he dropped the duffel bag next to him and opened his bible only to pull out a folded sheet of paper from it.

"I'll be in charge of you getting settled in for your first night. Know you probably have a lot of questions but right now just take a deep breath and try to relax a bit. Just follow directions and we won't have any problems. First things first. We need to get you all to quarantine. This is for the safety of our community to make sure you aren't bringing any big sickness in. Yer gonna stay there for a week. Sounds like lock up, fucking ain't. Just safety shit," he said before giving a nod to Daytona. The door of the bus closed and he braced himself as she gave a bit of a honk. The inner gate slowly slid open and she pulled forward, driving at a leisurely and safe rate of about five miles an hour.

As the bus pulled through the second gate, the Camp began to show just exactly what it was. Inside, it looked... Just like time had stood still almost. People were walking around, a golf cart or two drove passed them. People waved to the new comers as they passed. Most of the population looked to be older but there were some younger people as well. Some were dressed normally, others were dressed in military casual.

"As you can see, we're doing pretty damn well for ourselves. To your left you will see our main Hydroponic Garden where were grow things we couldn't normally due to no real soil around here. To our right you will see we are now passin' general housing for Enlisted and Officers. It's for folks that are military by nature or chosen to join the military aspect of our town since we formed. Now, back to your left you will see our schools. Look out for the Principle, she's a real piece of work," he laughed and Daytona gave the man half a playful smack. "Well she is," he added with another laugh before taking a puff from his cigarette.

"Oh, here we had admin and our hospital. We have damn good surgeon and medical staff, you," he said calling out the couple with the small kid. "Was informed you need the little one to see a doctor, that will be taken care of. Doc'll be meetin' with you once we get you settled." He seemed to be singling them out right then. Hopefully it was just to put them at ease. "And over here we have mechanics and fabrication. If we don't have it, we can make it. Heard two of you could be in use of some limbs, we can help ya with that," he added with a wink.

"We're gonna get some things taken care of first. Just hold tight while we get through it all." The bus came to a stop in front of what looked to have been an old small motel, not hotel, some time ago. Atticus looked down and then back at the group. "Alright, this is how it goes. Gonna hand each of you a bag," he said before leaning down and unzipping the duffel bag. From it he pulled a single plastic bag with something inside of it. It was small and folded. Holding it up he continued. "Each of you is gonna give me your name and I'm going to write it on the outside of this bag. Inside the bag you're going to find a dressing gown. Don't open this until we get inside and I direct you to the showers," he added as Daytona followed him to hand over another bag from the duffel as he worked his way through the bus. Looking at each person in turn. "Just stay seated until I get through all of you and then can lead you off the bus. We're gonna get you a nice hot shower before long and a meal later on. Hope ya like sea food."

Outside one could see Maddoc, Panama, and Atlas coming over to the bus and take a casual stance outside of it. They were armed and looked to be ready to take care of anything if something went wrong. Their eyes trained on the bus and watching. Daytona gave them a friendly wave and they nodded. Things seemed to be okay for the time but it was up to the new group to decide if that was going to change.

"Okay, what's yer name?" Atticus asked each of them in turn as he waited to write down their name on the bag and then hand it over.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: The Bus
Skills: Psychology, Survival

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Tatiana looked over towards Jack and nodded nervously. Leaning in close to him she whispered. "Oni zaberut vsekh nas, ya v etom pozabochus'." Her voice was firm but so quiet when she spoke before she looked forward again and bit her bottom lip like a scared little bird. Her eyes darting around as the man walked onto the bus. Her brow raising slightly, the man had to be nuts to be wearing nothing but black right then, in this weather, then he opened his mouth and introduced himself. The man was a priest? A smoking, cussing, unshaven priest? She looked over to Jack and leaned closer to him as she held Jamie closer as the gate opened and Daytona pulled through, the gate closing behind them. Tatiana figured it was to bring in the last truck.

Looking out the window Tatiana's eyes widened and she tugged slightly on Jack's shirt sleeve. It was a community, a full blown community. People looked... Happy. At least content. People were working and things were running. Seeing the older folk it made her think back to Miss Sally. Sally would have loved this place. The woman had mentioned she loved the shore. Then Atticus singled them out and she looked back over to him as she held Jamie. Tatiana perked up a bit and looked over at Jack, a small smile on her lips. Hearing they had an actual medical staff seemed to put her a little more at ease. They had a whole hospital. That was good. All they had in Newnan was a few rooms but then again they didn't have the number of people that this place had.

As they parked and Atticus added some more of what was going on Tatiana swallowed. A shower would be nice. The bus smelled rank at this point, even with the AC running. Waiting for Atticus to get to her she kept looking around. She hadn't even thought about religion in a long time and had stopped praying to get through the night sometime ago. When he got to her she looked up at him. "Tatiana, Tatiana Newnan and... this is Jamie. James Newnan," she said in her thick Russian accent and watched as Atticus wrote down her name on a bag before writing Jamies down on another and handed them over. "Dank you," she added as he handed over the bags.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: The Bus
Skills: N/A

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Wayne looked over to Hank and chuckled a bit, swatting at something in the air but not saying anything about why he was swatting at nothing. Taking a breath he nodded. "Fuck, getting that man assholes together someone is getting drunk a lot. No one is dry on the fucking beach," he said as he leaned back in the seat and tried to get his knees up. Like he did as a kid riding the bus some several decades ago. He was too big now though and too damn old. His knees popping several times before he gave up and sat up straight again.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned, a lot," he said towards Atticus. The man was damn serious seeing a priest. "Least I can get last fucking rites now," he added looking over at Hank. Not that Wayne was a practicing Catholic. More like a Lapse Catholic but hey having a priest around wasn't a bad thing in his book. At least not one that smoked and cussed. Reminded him of dear Father O'Leary back home. Fucker had a mouth on him and could drink most of his parishioners under the damn alter.

As the gate opened Wayne leaned forward and looked around. "Grab my balls and call me Sally. Hank... Tell me I ain't seeing shit," he said looking at the people walking around like the world hadn't come to a horrific end. Then Atticus said the magic words. Sea Food. "Oh fuck yeah, they can have my left nut. I'm check in. This is my Hotel California."

It wasn't long before Atticus was over to him. "Hey Padre, nice digs. Oh fuck, right, Maldonado, Wayne Maldonado," he said before taking the bag from the man and looking up at Daytona. "Hey hot stuff."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titan looked over at the man who was "injured" and crossed his arms over his chest as he took a wide stance. "And people say I ain't bright," he said with a grin on his lips as the bird was perched still in the room even after the man with the cane said to get rid of it. Titian looked over at the woman speaking to him, Rave, and chuckled. "Yeah, sometime's it's just fun." Granted he had his reasons but he was enjoying himself even if he didn't. She left the room so it wasn't like he had to push the issue with her, so he didn't need to keep being forceful with her, yet.

Walnut came in and went to go help Swamp, seemed they were ready to start but Swamp was waiting on the whole bird thing. Would the man actually get rid of it this time? If not, he would probably have to try to catch the damn thing. Moss, who had been in the way left the room as well. That was two out. Only one left that didn't need to be there, well who didn't fly on their own, was Penance but she hadn't seemed to be trying to cause any issue. He waited to see what she would do as he looked around the room. His eye perking a bit when he looked over at the fire but he didn't say anything. Just stood there with a grin on his face.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine looked over towards the door and spotted Creme come into the room. The woman was as small as she was from the looks of things. Dressed in a long gown that covered far more than what Amaranthine's clothing did but the reverse could be said about the woman's mask. It didn't cover her features near as much as Amaranthine's mask did. Looking at the woman she smiled a bit. "I do wish I had chosen a lighter one," she said in passing to the woman and pointed at Creme's mask and then her own. It was kind enough conversation before her eyes went upwards and she motioned towards the man standing up on the balcony.

If she could have ducked away or kept her face turned enough from just one in the room Amaranthine might have just removed her mask for a moment but she was not going to risk it now that there was another. Swallowing she sat down behind the piano and waited. Then she seemed to have a bit of an idea and motioned for the girl to come over to her if she would. "Um, thing about a piano when it plays in a room like this. It drowns out most conversation," she said in passing before lifting up key cover and placing her fingers on the ivory. "One would have to be right next to me to even hear what I said," she added before she began to play a simple tune. It was soft for now and only would be heard by those in the Ballroom and the Starry Saloon right then.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: Roy sat there listening as he drove, letting Cecily get her ramble out. Thing was he thought she might be getting somewhere as she kept talking. "No, you're good," he said before turning onto the main highway south, now that they were out of Chicago.

"Juno hires men, look at me," he said and then sighing. "And your former boss," he added. "Maybe she was lying about the fact that it was two women. Juno could have easily sent a male in on the job. I don't know who the man is but I do know this. There is some fucker in the organization known as Mr. March. He seems to be their final stop in things. If what they call Aquaduct can't get it done or them personally, they send in Mr. March."

He stopped for a moment before pulling the car over at the side of the road and putting it into park. Turning in his seat he looked over to Cecily. "What if it wasn't Juno? What if Natasha wasn't lying about genders or number but the organization itself? Like trying to frame them?" Roy said before pursing his lips and lighting up a cigarette. "If they were forcing her to work, maybe she thought she could help take them down by framing them for someone elses murders?"

Grimaldi Books: Adelaide didn't speak Spanish but Italian was rooted and rather close. She was able enough to figure out that he wasn't saying anything bad. She just nodded and waited for the two men to leave before rolling her eyes. Just like a man, fucked up and instead of apologizing and trying to correct the situation, he just walked away. It was no skin off her teeth though. Looking over at the woman she had to smirk at Roberts words. He was right, they did have things to do and she was rather tired of being side tracked. Not that she wold have minded helping but Caesars logic seemed to be anything but logical. If he was trying to find out information, so what if he was there? If Wentworth had hacked her place, they already knew he was there. If she researched it, she would do it there, they would know anyways. Wouldn't it be better for him to actually be present so he could have the information at the same time instead of being a step behind? Seemed he wouldn't get the information at all because if Adelaide could do anything, it was hold a grudge. She'd let the world burn before she would do something nice for someone who she felt owed her one hell of an apology.

"Well what is it?" she asked to the girl.

"Yeah, listen, the boss, he ain't like us," Claire said and Adelaide gave her a look of you don't say. "I don't know what is going on but he's on edge and all I do know is whatever it is you might know he needs to know. Or fuck, what you could find out he needs to know."

"I don't care. I refuse to work with someone that feel entitled to anything. Especially my time. Especially to someone who tries to use guilt and fear and rudeness to get his way. He is no better than that fucker in the Oval Office right now. Pitches a tantrum during negotiations, walks out."

"You told him to leave."

"Didn't stop him from still talking."

"He apologized!"

"Level of apology should always be greater than need."

"Oh fuck, like we got time for this shit."

"Apparently you have all the time you need to still be here talking to me."

"Okay you got me there. Um, how about me? How about I do the research, if he pays?" Claire said and Adelaide looked over to Richard for a moment before shrugging. "Good, wait here!" she said before running out. Adelaide crossed her arms over her chest and watched the door.

"Think she will get fired?" she asked Richard.

Claire ran outside and over to Keystone and Caesar. "Okay, okay, got a deal. You pay, I do the research, I report back to you. That way shit gets fucking done but you and Miss Thang in there ain't gotta fucking deal with each other. That work boss?" she asked as she stood there bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Grimm, Indiana - Grimm Rent-A-Car: The man shrugged a bit. "Well, not a lot of people need a car these days, so slow," he said before giving a nod. Yeah, his son went to the high school, everyone in town did. Taking down their information he and wrapped things up. Keys were out for them. "2015, Ford Focus, out in the parking lot. Gray," he said as he finished up and made sure everything was in order. "Sheriff put you down as unknown for return and unlimited miles a day. No smoking in the car please."

Handing back over the licenses and a copy of the paper work he smiled slightly. "Think that is everything. Sheriff said to tell you he is at the station, hope the visit goes well. If you need anything just let me know and if anything happens to the car, just call here," he said handing over two business cards. One was for the rental place, the other was for a local car repair shop. "They'll take care of anything like flat tires, out of gas, and so forth if you have an issues. Think that covers it. Have a good day," he said.

Outside the car was in the parking lot, doors were locked, tank was full of gas. Tim was over at the station waiting on the girls. Time to get moving.

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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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.

Check the maps to make sure you are placing your location as the correct one.

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.

Get The Overboard On Board: In Lauren's cabin, it wouldn't take long to find something for Vera to change into when she got back to the room. There were a few things of Vera's in her case and even if there hadn't been, her and Lauren were close in size. Lauren had a few more curves that Vera and Vera was a bit bony but they were the same height and general weight, if all else failed she could have borrowed something. It wasn't something to be worried about right then but it could come in handy at a later time if things kept going this way.

Vera felt an arm slip around her waist as J.C. pulled her close and kept swimming. "Alight lady, just hold on," he said and Vera nodded, kicking to help. The woman was lucky to be better at swimming than she was walking.

"Yes, yes. Quite alright. Simply startled by the Corporal's voice projection and my luck went tumbling over," she said as they reached the ship finally. A hand reached out to her and she looked up, it was George. Her hand slipped into his and he lifted her out of the water with ease, pulling her close before making sure she was seated down on a crate inside of the ship before returning to the door.

"Mmm, She is safe! " he called out and gave a wave to those looking down over the rails before helping Mahendra out as well. Now it was time to pull the last one in. As he did he looked oddly at the man. "You're here?" he asked a bit confused but it was obvious that the man was indeed standing in front of him, even if he was dripping wet.

"Yeah, seems it was a good thing too," the man said in a harsh tone before patting George on the back and walking over to a crate and sitting down. George looked at him again a bit confused before leaning back out the door and waving before pulling it shut and locking it back. They were in the upper areas of Cargo. George walked over to Vera and began checking her arms, trying to see if anything got banged up when she went over.

Over in Josephine's room - once her door is open fully it will look fine to start. Josephine is no idiot though and once she starts looking around she will easily be able to deduce that someone was in her room. They were careful though not to leave an obvious trail. What gives it away? Other than the door? When she checks her jewelry she will be able to tell that things have been moved around. A woman never leaves a set of pearls out of their velvet wrap to be scratched up by earring studs.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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If you will notice - no one is showing on the map anymore. One reason for this is because it seems people are not paying attention to it, or not as much as they should, and are missing a few things. Another is some have used it to meta, badly. So, positions have been removed. This is going to put more on you to make sure you read what is going on, who is in the room with you. Please note, if you miss something, chances are LLA will find you. So pay attention, read all the posts, and when you post do try to be as forthright as possible. Sure your characters might be trying to confuse other characters, but your fellow Rpers should be able to read your posts. If you aren't clear, I will let them assume whatever they want if they ask it of me.

Assume if no PC is in a room, the doors are closed unless otherwise stated in the most recent post.

Mauve, Cobalt, and Blush - await Pm's from me.

Floor 1 - Click here for a larger image (Updated 02-02-2019)