Lady Absinthia

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Nap Time

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For whatever reason (other than the GM needs to move a character off screen) Alexandra decided it was a good time to go take a nap. Maybe it was just too much to take in, maybe she hadn't slept well the night before. Whatever the reason she was feeling drowsy and would go take a nap. After giving a bit more concrete directions to where the waters edge was over by the swamp she excused herself and headed back to the Main House, where she would make her way into her room. Locking the door she then laid down to take a nap. Sweet dreams until later.

Libby shrugged about the entire thing. Taking a puff from her smoke she kept walking. She had over the course of the last few minutes (previous posts) moved from the Carnivale setting, down the road between the Oak Tree and the Garages and was making her way towards the where the girls were washing the laundry at the waters edge not far from Peters grave. She messed around a bit practicing a few dance steps as she went. The weather wasn't as hot as she had seen it before so she wasn't in the biggest of hurries.

Ruthie looked over at Andromeda and nodded a bit. "Well ain't like they're gonna shut up, they just get louder if I don't but you are welcome girl," she said with a bit of a smile. It was obvious she didn't like having to be a message delivery system for the dead. Looking at Gio she waited for Gilbert to answer but he didn't exactly explain why so she summed it up. "Says he's caught in a damn loop of a day and can't move on as long as his body is here. He don't care if it is just out of the grounds or back home in England. Just out of here," she said motioning around the place. Turning her attention to Gilbert she nodded. "If you got a drink, I'd have one. It drowns out the noise," she said as she rubbed the side the of her temples.

It was getting into the mid to late afternoon as Ben made his way with James and Sophia over towards the Kitchen House. "Nah, just some coffee would be nice," he said as he took another puff from his cigarette. The boy hadn't seemed to eat today, at least not since they had arrived to the camp from what could be told and the boy was rather thin. Then again a high percentage of the group was on the thinner side, save a handful who looked to be a tad on the heavier side. That seemed to be the way of things though and it didn't looks to have to do with jobs. Ruthie, Ben, and the three women all looked to be slightly underweight by more than a few pounds. Maybe it had something to do with their apparent powers?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: The man nodded and started to screw the cap back on his worn flask. Turning the container over in his hands a few times before slipping it back into his inner coat pocket. He rubbed his nose and shrugged. "Like most Ey' run 'cross. Ain't be takin' no notice of me, prefer it that way. Few things more taxin' than tryin' to talk to them kind." Standing up he started to look around before walking over to the horses and checking their straps. Tightening them where it needed it, adjusting them here and there. Giving the beasts a pat here and there. Pulling some broken carrot pieces from his outer coat pocket he would feed them one from time to time. "We ain't nothin' but beats of burden to them."

Thomas looked over at Maeve as she told him what happened. "I see..." he said before casting a glance towards Egerton. "Very well. Then we should inform the church, you join me?" he asked of Egerton and the man nodded. "Ah, very well. You, make sure that Lord Rutherford and his fiance here are tended to so they may clean themselves," he said before grabbing his cap and heading out of the back of the house towards the private stables with Egerton on tow. Rutherford nodded as they left before looking over towards Millicent and giving a ruff huff.

"Yes, you could use a freshening up before we are wed. Why don't you go with her and I will be in the parlor," he said before giving her a kiss on top of her head. She stiffened slightly before he walked off. Once he was out of the room Millicent wrapped her arms around herself and muttered something under her breath before looking over towards Maeve.

"Would you happen to have paper and quill I could use?" she asked in a whispered voice that was streaked with nervousness.

Port Annan: Fyror would nod and walk out of the kitchen and back onto the main deck. Once he was gone Silvio took a step towards Colette. "Do be careful mon chérie, I don't believe that one is thinkin' with his head," he said as he pulled a coin out of his pocket, it was the same as the one that Regalia had given Vlad. "Should you need me, go to port and inquire for a La Canela. Should you be asked if the dead can live again, show them this," he said before handing it over. He nodded slightly before following suit and making his way to the main deck.

Below deck Ludwig was still sleeping, mouth agape. Dieter, his ferret not this brother, was laying curled on the mans chest. Rising and falling with each breath the man took. As Constantin came down the little one lifted his head and watched him. Ludwig still wasn't moving. That was until Dieter, the ferret not his brother, scampered up around his neck and bit his ear. "Ah the sting of the Veragruel!" he yelped as he bolted up right.

Dieter, his ferret not this brother, leapt off the man and onto Constantin's shoulder. It was a good thing he did, for as Ludwig shot up, the hammock spun and flipped Ludwig onto the hammock below him. Which in turn spun and spit him out onto the floor below. Laying sprawled out on the ground the man adjusted his glasses and slowly looked up. Et Tu Dieter?" he asked with a grin.

As the ship approached the harbor Regalia looked over towards Vlad and extended her hand. Taking the knife she looked it over and slipped it into her belt. "As you have friends now on the sea," she said with a nod and turned her attention back to overseeing that the ship was anchored in harbor. "Drop the gangplank!" she ordered. When it was done she continued. "Listo u nu'ukulo'ob ka descarga u muelle. Orasi ba'ax voluntad yaantal tu yiknal leti'ob? Jach a oportunidad."

The items that had been transferred over from the smaller ship onto Regalia's vessel were not being unloaded from the ship, including the horses, onto the dock. "Lela' in kuxtal bejla'e', mina'an paache' paachil," one of the men said in passing and Regalia nodded.

"Looks like it is time for you all to go," Regalia said looking over towards Vlad.

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Carlisle: Ny laughed and nodded. "Ay, wouldn't we all if that was the life we were to lead," he joked as he stood there and leaned on his cane a bit. Standing there, he took on a more serious look. "Virginia o' Virginia. You are a wolf, you will be able to deal with these sheep," he said with a smack of his lips before motioning for her to go ahead. "I will come up slowly shortly."

Over at the carriage post two middle aged men stood there, one leaning against the post as the other groomed one of the horses. They were dirty and their clothes worn. Their hair reached their shoulders. One was black and the others gray. They wore hats on their heads and the older looking of the two seemed to be puffing on a pipe of tobacco. "I tell ya she was bright as a half pence that one and twice as pretty. Would have charged her half rate just to have driven her," he said. The younger of the two but still anything but young chuckled.

"I bet you would have but she'd have nothing to do with you," he laughed as he patted the horse. "Where do you think that blasted accent of her be comin' from? Ain't nothin' I er' be hearin' b'fore."

"Beats me lad, Ain't of this island that be for' sure," he said before taking another puff from his pipe.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
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Someone had been stabbed? There was a look of worry crossing the woman's masked face as she had exited the Lunar Ballroom. And now she had heard screaming. That was why she had left the Ballroom. That among other reasons. Four of them she passed on her way out. Now being in the Starry Salon and about to retrace her steps back towards the front of the manor she was struck with the fact that others were making their way towards the Ballroom and not in the direction of the commotion. Her fingers tightened around the handle of the case she carried and she held the satchel itself against her chest as one of several coming in her direction entered the Salon. "Evening," she returned in a bird like voice.

The woman was masked like she was, as was everyone she had met so far. She had seen her when she entered the gate earlier but hadn't seen her again since she had wandered off into the Joyous Corridor some time ago. Granted, Dr. Swamp and Justice Cobalt had been keeping her company up until recently. Neither of them seemed to be part of the group that was coming this way. This woman was far taller than she was, by at least half a foot from the looks of things. Leaning slightly she peered through the doors of the Starry Salon into the Central Hallway before looking back at the suit dressed and horned masked figure in the room with her. "Dare I ask what happened now?" she inquired, not sure if she wanted an answer or not at this point. Maybe it would be better to stick with her music.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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 In CS Tab

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Quarantine: W)

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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"Oh no girl. We at least take you out to dinner before the anal probes," Miss Mary said and it wasn't exactly clear if she was joking or not. Her face was pretty blank as she spoke. She could have been dead serious. Thankfully doc chuckled a bit and shook his head a little.

"Nah, that's only for us old guys and later on once we get to know you better," he said before kicking back and waiting for the group to finish filling out the papers. While they were waiting the two seemed to be relaxed, even as Panama and Major stood at their posts at the door. Watching and waiting to see if anyone tried anything. So far things seemed so good but while Panama was a bit relaxed they obviously were keeping a watch out. Chances were they had seen things go south before during a situation like this and didn't want it to repeat itself. That or just being overly cautious, either way it was how they were handling things.

The door to the conference room swung open slowly and it was Daytona, carrying a small black box under her arm as she walked up towards the table the other two were sitting at. Setting it down on the table she started speaking. "Alright, cook is getting a meal together for them and it should be ready in about forty five minutes," she said and Doc rolled his eyes.

"She isn't..." he started but Daytona threw up her hands.

"Don't go there, I am not getting in between you two again. You deal with her when she gets here. Think she's bringing Goat with her. Not sure."

"Where's the Padre?" Miss Mary asked.

"Over with the General and Gunny giving the run down with Maddoc." There seemed to be a looked exchanged between the three of them. "Don't even ask. It's getting pretty heated so I ain't going in there right now." Standing up she straightened the hem of her shirt a bit. "Oh, Volts and Tesla are on standby if you need them."

"Alright, I'll get some measurements and hand them off after I'm done," Doc said. Picking up the box he quirked a brow and had a look on his face. "What's this about?"

"Oh that, yeah," she said before looking around the group and then spotting Hank. She pointed him out. "It's for that one," she said before shrugging and walking towards the door. She nodded towards Major and Panama before she stepped out and closed it behind her.

Doc looked it over and set it back down on the table. Checking his watch before standing up and taking a look around the room. Seemed everyone was done with their papers, or at least as much as they were willing to fill out. "Alright folks, seems a meal is on the way so let's get you all checked quickly. This is just a fast once over and some blood work. The other stuff like prostate checks and gyno exams will wait until later and those are voluntary but again, let me stress that it would be a good idea. Sooner we catch anything the better and if you are all healthy then it gives us a good base line to make sure you stay that way."

"What we're going to do is simple. One at a time you come up. S.B. will draw your blood. Then I'll listen to your heart and breathing, eyes, the usual like you would have had at a yearly check up before all this shit storm broke out. Then I will need you to step behind the screen here. If you're a woman and don't want me doing your full body check, S.B. can step in. We have to check you for any parasites so we can nip it in the bud and not have our community exposed."

Mary stood up and pulled her chair over to the edge of the table as she got a needle and other supplies ready. "Who's getting it over with first?" she asked.

Alright peeps, we are going to get through the physical. Each one of you message me before you start your posts and let me know you are ready to start and all that jazz. People with female characters, let me know if you are going to want S.B. to do the body check at that time. I will message you back with some results you will be putting in your post for your characters.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: Psychology, Survival

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Tatiana's eyes kept moving around, looking this way and that. She nearly jumped out of her chair when Daytona came back into the room. Bouncing Jamie on her knee she swallowed slightly as the woman spoke to the others. Her eyes darted towards Hank as Daytona singled him out. As S.B. asked who was first, she looked over towards Jack and handed Jamie over slowly. It looked like she didn't want to go first but she was going to anyways. "I get done, then ve knov," she said softly before standing up and pulling her robe together more. Her feet shuffled against the ground as she walked up to the table, the paper in her hand shaking as she handed it over.

Doc took it and looked it over as she sat down and S.B. pulled up her robe sleeve. Tying off her arm and giving her a bit of a stick a few second later to get the needle in her arm. "Mmeepp," she squeaked as she was stuck. The blood flowed out and Tatiana went white. Her bottom lip trembled as her blood was drawn. It only took a moment before she was up and out of the chair and standing behind the table with the doctor. He took her pulse and checked her breathing. He moved quickly and motioned towards the screen. Tatiana nodded and stepped behind it.

Behind the screen the Doc did a quick once over of her body, only having her remove parts of her robe and gown here and there so she wasn't fully naked at any time. She was trembling like crazy but tried to keep as still as she could. After about two minutes she was done and her robe was back on fully. Stepping out from behind the screen she was given the all clear and neon green band was put around her wrist with her name written on it. Walking back over to her seat, she sat down and let out a long held in breath. "You take Jamie, don't vant to go back up," she said quietly.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Wayne shrugged and gave a a snarky grin. "Shit man, I got zero fucks at this point," he said as he got comfortable in his recliner. He watched the exchange between the two and watched Daytona. His brows going up as she pointed out Hank. "Aw she brought you a gift, I'm jealous," he said fucking with the jelly to his PB. He nearly fell out of his chair as he turned to watch the back end of Daytona walk out of the room. Righting himself he figured there was nothing to stop him from getting this shit over with. The faster the better he figured. They kept mentioning food and damn did he want to eat. Goat? Did someone say they were having goat? Oh fuck, beggars couldn't be choosers. He could deal with goat. Shit, Goat curry didn't sound too bad but what about the seafood? What, were they breeding sea goats?

Apparently the little scared stiff ginger was going first but hey he wasn't far behind. Once she was behind the screen S.B. was motioning for someone else to come over. Wayne jumped up and strolled over, rolling his sleeve up as he went. "Hey there," he said with a wink. S.B. grinned and Wayne jumped as the needle went into his arm a lot harder than he had seen it going into Tatiana. "Oh a rough one, I like," he said with a grin. Once the needle was out and he had a piece of gauze and tape over it, it was his turn with Doc.

Wayne stood there, letting the man check his pulse and breathing, and anything else he needed to do. Wayne was calm about it. It wasn't like this was his first rodeo with a check up. He had to get them weekly when he was in the nut house. They loved drawing blood, running tests, checking everything. Strolling behind the screen he disrobed and let Doc do his thing. Again, zero fucks given. In fact Doc had to stop him from walking out so he could fully get robed again before coming out behind the screen. Once he was done, another lime green band was pulled out and his name was scribbled on it before it was wrapped around his wrist and he was let go to go back to his seat. Flopping down he laced his hands behind his head and got all comfy waiting for his meal.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: Roy cracked the window a bit and lit up a cigarette carefully as he was driving. "Wish I could say they wouldn't do something like that but everything I have seen is they'd kill their own mother if it suited their purpose," he said before blowing the smoke out from his nose in a huff.

"Makes me wonder what exactly was Natasha lying about. And why her. I mean why did they bring her in to put her in the morgue? There had to be plenty of doctors that already work in Justice that they could have blackmailed. Why bring a girl in from, shit where was she before she was here?" he asked as he flicked the growing ashes off the tip of his cigarette before taking another puff. "And one that was attached like that. Had to be some single old fucker no one would care about. What do we know about the fiance?"

Grimaldi Books: Adelaide sat down, shaking slightly as she laced her fingers together and shoved her hands between her knees. "I went to high school with Marc. He's basically been one of my best friends since kindergarten," Adelaide said quietly, trying to keep it together. Zoie squatted down to the girls level and sighed a bit.

"Sorry girl, really am," she said before looking over to Richard. "Marc and I worked together a'bit. He was supposed to meet me at my place. When I got there my barn was on fire. I dunno, I guess he was tryin' to get my horses out but gots caught in there," she said before standing back up and rubbing her hands against her jeans. "When I got home the place was on fire, didn't know about him being in there until it was put out and they found a body."

Claire Watched Mali, the girl was built for bear that was for sure. Once she was inside she looked over to Caesar and Keystone. "We gonna stay or you want me to get you to the church and you back to the office so you can take over driving while I gets me bro?" she asked. Zoie looked over as she heard the door open and nodded towards Mali. There was a sign towards the back of the store that said bathroom.

Grimm, Indiana - Sheriff's Station: One could hear Tim slam open his bottom desk draw and there was a look on his face he hadn't had since everything went down with Chris back at the reunion. Pulling out a bottle of dark liquor he slammed it onto his desk and pulled out three glasses as well. "Oh just Marc Tinder apparently," he said in a scathing frustrated voice. Not at Riley or Priya, just at the situation in general, that much was clear. Pouring a glass he downed it really quick and poured one more for himself and one for each of the girls before he stood up.

"That was O'Hara. Apparently they are transporting a body to the morgue here and was making me aware of it. I figured it was for Chloe and they just had a paper mix up since that was already taken care of but no. Oh no. It's Tinder. Marked as an accident. Some barn burning. Accident my ass, ain't no one in this town in the last year died of natural causes or an accident. Fucking shit storm is coming here I tell you and wow is Grimm ever living up to its name," he ranted on before he was about to down the second glass. Tim was NOT a drinker.

He stopped mid glass raise as Grace beeped him. "Tim, you are gonna want to take this call..." she said. Tim lowered the glass and huffed as he picked up the phone and hit line two.

"WHAT?" he snapped into the phone. "A clown? A fucking clown? Seriously? God damn it... YES! I'll send someone right the fuck over!" he said before slamming the phone. Looking down at the glass in his hand, it looked like he was half way between downing the contents or throwing it against the wall.

🦄 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 witho-ut 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.

All Aboard: The woman glanced out of the corner of her eye towards Mosi. "Interesting that you should say that. A murder mystery. Most would assume someone just fell over." She looked back in front of her, taking her eyes off the woman. "That begs the question. Do you wish it so because your life is lacking excitement or did you see or do something that would cause it to be a murder." While it was formed as a sentence it came out as a statement. Rising from her place she turned and stepped away from her chair. "Oh no where you would have heard from. Good evening," she said with a slight tug at the corner of her mouth as she laced her fingers together before her. There was a graceful nod of her head before she started to make her way out of the open air lounge and back towards the stairs and information area.

"Wonderful, thank you," Vera said through her chattering teeth. She was getting colder by the minute even if she was out of the water now. J.C. in the meantime reached out and shook Laurens hand, giving her a bit of a nod in the process before taking a step back. There was more coming that way, it seemed that knew the group. Or at least knew the two that fell into the water. George stayed close to Vera, keeping a hand on her elbow and one around her waist. Last thing she needed was to take another tumble and going by the last few days she had a bad habit of taking them rather frequently.

J.C. laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I am but don't hold that against me," he said to the Lord Major before sticking out his hand to the man. "Least I ain't Belgium." One could see George crack the barest of smiles. Looking at George, he slicked his hair back. "Gonna introduce me Georgie Boy?" The smile fell and George cleared his rough throat, nodding a bit.

"MMmm this is the Lord Major Keystone, and mmmm my sister Gene."

J.C. quirked a brow as he looked towards George and then over to the two. "Reeeaaallly?" he asked a bit surprised it seemed. Then he chuckled. "Well ain't that some shit." Rubbing the back of his neck he shrugged before extending his hand to the Lord Major and then to Gene in turn. "Nice to meet ya both. Names J.C., heard a lot about you Gene from Georgie Boy here. He failed to mention you got all the looks in the family." There was a bit of a wink there. "I'll take ya up on that drink Sir."

"Mmm, don't you mmm want to change?" George asked.

"Hell this ain't bad, nothing compared to the trenches. Nothing a shot or two won't cure. That is if I ain't imposing on you kids and butting in," he chuckled as he stood there.

Vera looked over to Nora, too cold to really be listening and nodding. She moved slightly to take Nora's arm. As George felt her start to pull away he slipped down and before Vera knew it she was cradled in his arms and lifted off the ground. "Oh my!" she said between chattering teeth. "I can walk George," she insisted but he made no move to put her down.

"Mmm, not risking another fall mmm," he said before looking at Lauren and Nora. "Mmm, please lead the way and mmm clear path," he asked of them as he motioned towards the stairs. Vera was too cold to protest and knew he was right. The way things were going, as soon as she put her foot on a step she would trip and fall and break her neck. Even at the best of times she was clumsy, dripping wet and cold she would either kill herself or somehow sink the bloody ship.

Now that everyone was back on deck the boat was back headed in the right direction and people were starting to turn back in. The excitement was over for now but it was sure to be talk come morning. Lack of reality TV and all that back then, lol

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room (Table -> Floor)
Skills: Wisdom, Dexterity
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It was obvious that Titian couldn't believe what he had just seen and he didn't stop screaming until Jasper came running into the room. It was then and there he realized just what he had done. His hands coming down from his face and looking back at the man shaped whole in the door he had left in his wake. Clearing his throat he reached up and pushed the chandelier to the side a bit so he could look directly at the man. Suddenly the once appearing scared little girl was puffed up like a man's man! "Right horrible situation. Yes, that bird brain attacked the doctor and my word. the little dove that was on my arm tried to defend him. Sadly I think she shot the doctor by mistake!" he said very loudly as to be sure he was heard.

Jasper looked in disbelief at Titan and then the door. "So you screamed like a little girl and broke the door?"

Titian chuckled and nodded proudly. "Of course! People always come to the aide of a woman faster than a man. As far as the door goes. It jammed, one has to use brute force sometimes," he said flexing his biceps before leaping off the table in a dramatic fashion. Too dramatically for he landed with his boot catching the side of the table and landed flat on his well formed ass. Sighing a bit he chuckled. "This, this is a nice floor."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕋here's 𝔽uckery 𝔸foot

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Oh there was fuckery afoot and plenty of it to spare. In the Joyous Corridor a bird was flapping around and the woman that was in the Billard's room with Mauve was watching it from the doorway as it flew this way and that. Turning her head slightly she spotted that Mauve had woken up. "I see you are finally awake, have a good nap?" she asked before she turned back away from the girl. She did so just in time as the bird swooped into the room. The maid had to duck to keep from getting hit in the head. Scowling she stepped out of the room and slammed the door. Leaving Mauve alone in the room with the bird as it landed on the billard's table.

That was about the time a scream echoed out in the place. It couldn't be heard in rooms with closed doors save for the Joyous Corridor as it was right there. However in the Breakfast Room, the Grand Vestibule, the Central Hallway, the Starry Salon, the Lunar Ballroom, the Courtyard, and the Trophy Room - they all could hear it to varying degrees of clarity. It sounded like a highly distressed woman had just been either attacked or scared to death by the pitch and volume of the scream. This would get most people's attention, especially the staff.

Each staff members head went to turn in the direction of the noise but none of them moved from their post. Save one. That was Jasper. Whose elderly face looked both worried and vexed as he heard the crashing sound of wood breaking and cutlery hitting the floor a moment later mixed in with the sound of the scream. He didn't say anything to those that were being directed in the direction of the Ballroom. Leaving his place and rushing quickly for a man of his years into the breakfast room. Only to stop in his tracks and look up at Titian who was standing on the table, stopping just short of hitting his head on the chandelier. "What in bloody hell are you doing on my table!" he demanded to know.

The four men looked back towards the noise and then over towards Amaranthine as she bolted out of the room. Nodding towards her as she left but turning their attention towards the little woman still sitting at the piano. Three of them gave her the once over but moved more towards the center of the room while the dark hairs man with blue eyes moved towards the piano. Running his gloved finger over the wood before looking more directly at her. "It does sound like something awful has occurred. I do not blame you for rushing to the danger. Something about fools rushing in. So, let us pass the time, how are you this evening?" he asked as he stood there, not yet taking a seat.

(Cobalt and Blush will receive PM's shortly)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Homecoming

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Ruthie looked over to Gio as he came to the group and nodded towards him. "Afternoon, names Ruthie," she said before leaning back slightly as if she was listening to someone speak into her ear. Huffing slightly she sighed and nodded, holding up a finger as if to indicate to whomever she was speaking to she would get to it in a minute, that it had to wait for now. After Gilbert was done and waited to hear Gio's opinion Ruthie finally spoke up. "I ain't quoting this time, bloke damn long winded but he's askin' me to be sure this one don't pull any pranks while movin' his grave. Somethin' about he knows he shouldn't have run off after some broad but that don't mean he needs anymore gags."

The rousties didn't seem to give two hoots if Sophia and James were gonna head off, in fact they seemed oddly relieved that they were going to go their own way and let them get on their business. Picking up their stuff and they kept on moving. Ben on the other hand looked up at James as he spoke and nodded as he took a pull from his cigarette. "Ain't that the truth," he said as he blew out the smoke and rubbed the bottom of his chin. Standing up he dusted off the back of his pants before jogging over to James and walking beside him. "Wouldn't mind a cup of coffee if ya got one to spare," he said as he walked with him, looking over to Sophia and nodding slightly. "Ma'am," he said in greeting.

Libby was strolling along, seeming to lighten in her mood the further she got away from the cooch tent. Down at the waters edge the women had stopped singing and were finishing wringing out the laundry. Laying it out on rocks and over limbs of trees to dry in the sunlight and breeze that was blowing about lightly. They never seemed to say anything to each other but they did look at each other and then nod or give expressions. It was as if they had a way to speak to each other without having to speak. Maybe it was telepathy, maybe it was just three sisters who knew each other. They obviously could use their voices, they were just not doing it right then.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: The driver looked over at William, a bit confused it seemed for the moment as to what the man who had ridden inside the carriage was doing. Once he figured out that William was in fact there to help and not just watch him he seemed a even more so yet he didn't say anything about it. Simply giving the man a nod and a quick. "Hey, thank ya lad," to him as the shuffled the bodies of the recently deceased Rory and Father Fuddles from the top of the carriage to the soft patch of grass near the drive.

Taking his hat off he wiped his nearly fully bald head with a worn handkerchief and shrugged a bit. "Not so much in their employ sir. Just the carriage driver for the post in Port Annan. Got hired to bring ya out here not ten minutes before we left," he said before blowing his nose and shoving the scrape of fabric back into his pocket. Looking at the bodies he sighed a bit before sitting down on the step that lead up into the carriage itself. "Hired to bring you all here and then to Gretna Green. After that I go to the carriage post there and wait for another hire for the night. If nothing I go back to Port Annan in the morning." He looked a bit weary, granted could one blame him? He had been hired to drive a carriage, not move dead bodies about. Looking up at William he pulled out a flask and took a drink from it before holding it out to the man. "What about you? Take it you ain't a Lord and you surly ain't a Lady."

~will update inside after Maeves next update~

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One Ship Moving: Silvio held up his hands in defeat but he was still chuckling. "I yield, wasn't meaning anything against her. Was wondering if your information was from a trustworthy source. But if you know the man and trust his information, then yes it sounds like she is in a bit of trouble," he said as he stood up and pushed his chair under the table. He was still chuckling to himself as he walked passed Fyror. "Good luck mate, sounds like yer gonna need it," he said as he moved around him and out of the door from the kitchen and onto the main deck.

Hazel looked down at Constantin as he asked what city that was. "It be Port Annan, we'll make dock in less than the time it takes to brew a decent cup of tea I'd wager," she said before she looked back out over the water. Resting her hands on the railing of the crows nest as her red hair whipped in the wind.

Regalia looked over towards Vlad as she came out form behind her desk and reached into her pocket. Pulling out a large golden coin she handed it over. It was intricately molded with a skull on it and swirls around it, there were two ropes in the molded gold as well, looking oddly knotted. "Come to any port and seek us out. Should you be approached and asked if the dead can live again, simply show this. They will know you are a friend and will aide you," she told him before stepped out of the cabin and onto the main deck.

"Bis le ka apriete ti' le muelle," she yelled to the crew as she moved up to the wheel and stood beside Marco. The screw got to work sailing the ship into port.

Carlisle: ~will update after Virginia's next update~