Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: Roy looked over at Cecily and cocked a brow. "Works security or runs security?" he asked, and it was obvious by the tone of his voice that there was some massive distinction between the two. "Mother fucker, Roberts... I KNEW I knew that last name," he said as he he hit the gas and started speeding up. Okay, he knew the name but it wasn't like Roberts was an uncommon last name. "Roberts Security Solutions. I hadn't put it together yet but that fucker Lincoln had an English accent, I be that fucker is part of Roberts Security Solutions, they just took over the fucking Security Firm for Justice Memorial. They took it over from Wentworth."

"Maybe it wasn't Natasha protecting him, maybe it was him they were aiming to get their hooks into? I mean come on, think about. It is the perfect set up. Juno has to have their claws in that hospital, Chang, of course. And she gets Roberts to take over for Wentworth. Wentworth was just pushed out of Queensguard by that MSS right? Fuck.... Know anyone from England?" Roy asked, he sure as hell couldn't think of anyone right then but maybe Cecily did, she seemed to get out a lot more than he did and the last thing he wanted to do was call around right then. He needed to get back to his other partner and Riley.

Grimaldi Books: "Yeah, just call me Zoie," Zoie said as she heard the door open and glanced over towards Mali. She smiled at the woman and nodded. "Yeah, sorry, this is Mali. Mali this is Adelaide and shit, what was yer name?" Zoie added, realizing she hadn't gotten the mans name yet. If she had, she hadn't registered it and remembered it.

Adelaide shook her head and just stared at the floor for a moment. "A barn burning? So it was an accident?" she asked but it didn't sound like she believed it. Zoie sighed and shook her head.

"I doubt it..." Zoie admitted. Adelaide seemed to take the news better and nodded to the answer.

"It never is, not for the people of Grimm..." Adelaide said as she sniffled and looked around, motioning towards he box of tissues on the counter. "Could you?" she asked Robert.

"I'll give ya a minute, um, I gotta pee," she said as she stood back up fully and looked around. "Ahh you mind girl?" she asked and Adelaide motioned for her to go ahead. "Sweet," Zoie said before motioning for Mali. "Buddy system?" she joked but she figured that Mali needed to as well. They had had a long flight and got right into the car before they headed over. "My back teeth are floating."

Outside Claire nodded and got in the vehicle. Once Caesar and Keystone were in she took off down the road, driving like a bat out of hell. She had things to do, granted one wouldn't be able to tell that. She drove just as wild as always. Thankfully it wasn't long before they were outside a large Catholic church and she pulled the car to a stop. Throwing it into park she looked at them. "Alright, I'll introduce you to the padre," she said to Caesar before looking at Keystone, "and then be right back to get you to the office." Hoping out of the car she started making her way up the stairs.

"Jesus, Mary, and fucking Joseph.." a man said as the doors pushed open and a middle aged man stepped outside. He was roughly groomed and didn't exactly look like a priest. Not at first. Cowboy boots and jeans, black. then his shirt and collar gave it away. Spotting Claire he sighed and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up. It stuck to his bottom lip as he spotted Caesar. "Oh fuck... A Gonzalez.... What the shit happened?" he asked before taking a long puff off it.

"You know him?" Claire asked surprised.

"No, but once you know one Gonzalez, you learn about them all," he said with a chuckle and walked down the steps, holding out his hand to Caesar. "Father Pearson, so which one are you? Let me guess, you're the big man Caesar. I'm right ain't I?"

Claire stood there, silent for once and a bit flabbergasted before she finally piped in. "You fucking priests, what you got an inside channel or some shit?"

"Direct line to God, ain't ya heard? We got a big red phone in the back, it's like the batphone but better."

Grimm, Indiana - Sheriff's Station: Tim held the bottle tight in his hand and nearly pitched it before letting out a frustrated huff and spinning the top off the bottle instead, it went flying off. Hitting his desk and then skipping like a stone to the floor and finally stopping at the wall. "Some fucking clown was spotted over near the Grimaldi's tearing plants out of pots near the front steps. Apparently it has a lot of blood on it. Thankfully no one is there right now but a neighbor saw it," Tim said before taking a drink. It wasn't uncommon for the Grimaldi's not to be home, they traveled a lot ever since their daughter got married.

Tim sat down behind his desk and nodded towards Priya. "Apparently Tinder died in some barn burning out in Justice. They're moving his body from O'Hara right now. He's being brought in by a..." he said as he put the bottle down and searching for his note pad that was right in front of him. "Oh right, a Zoie Crawford and a Mali Anson, fuck..." he said before dropping the pad again. Rubbing his temples. "Okay, um, you two, go to Grace if you would and get armed and then head over to the Grimaldi's. I'll go break the news to Marc's parents," he said as he picked up his coffee mug and downed the contents. "Don't get killed."

🦄 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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Change: Alright, let's wrap it up for the day and move forward. Get your characters to their rooms and settled in this round if you would. We can assume that all reports are filed with missing items, people breaking into the rooms, and the characters know the drill now about having tickets and showing them, not to mention now the staff has seen your faces time and time again going from one floor to the other. Vera, Mahendra, and J.C. will likely never be forgotten thanks to that little overboard scene. No more need to roll for deck changes or room checks for now. (I will do that behind the scenes when needed and drop you an update via PM or in IC if it comes up.)

Check the maps to make sure you are placing your location as the correct one! Your location, whatever it is in the post, will be ~assumed wrong~ if it doesn't match the header. Remember, that starting and ending location need to be in your post for clarity purposes.

All Aboard: George looked over towards J.C. and let the man without the mask and arms full of Vera do the talking. George was trying to keep his wits about him with Vera in his arms, that woman seemed to be able to sink a ship just by walking. He was going to be careful and stay focused. It was probably for the best as things were not going well for the librarian, another tumble and things could get bad. Granted, even if she did seem to be a walking calamity she did also seem to have hell of luck getting out of it alive. Maybe it all balanced out in the even.

J.C. shook his head. "Nah, actually met him after the war," he said thinking back on it. George cast a glance towards J.C. and nodded a bit before heading up the stairs. George had left home because he didn't want his sister to be his nursemaid. "Injuries and Veterans hospitals make for interesting conversations." Turning a glance in the Lord Majors direction he nodded. "Sounds like the cat's pajama's," he said towards the Lord Major. There seemed to be a woman in passing that knew Mahendra. J.C. chuckled a bit. "Yeah I might want to hear how you got into the water myself," he said before keeping up with George, trying to keep the waters parted as it was so he didn't have more to deal with.

George got Vera back to Lauren's room and waited for her to get the door open. Once it was he got her inside and left her for Lauren and Gene to see to. "MMmmm will be back to retrieve mmm you all for breakfast mmm. Good Night," he said giving a slight nod to them and tipping his hat lightly.

"Yyyyyeeessss, gooodddd niiiggghhhttt, thhhhaaaannnkkk yooouuu," Vera said from between clattering teeth. With that, George and J.C. left the girls to do their thing. Vera would get changed and get rested down for the night. It wouldn't take long before she was out cold and dead to the world. It had been a long day. George showed J.C. to the Lord Majors room and waited by the door to be let in, they had said they would join the man for a night cap.

"She's different," J.C. said as he glanced over towards George. "Don't let history repeat itself," he said, seeming to give a warning.

George looked at the floor. "Which history?"

"Either."

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

There's fuckery afoot.

How do I create an avatar w/o uploading from my computer?

@Allison2016 Pixlr is a good editing place. You can upload from your computer or directly from the net and it has similar functions to photoshop. No marks when you save. I use it constantly for almost everything I have to do image wise in RP from icons to maps and more - no download required - do use a ad blocker though as it is ad heavy in the program.

Character Sheets: Where do you stand?

Okay, dropping my two cents into this one. Been reading through it for a bit. I have gotten a lot of back lash over the last years here on this forum for the way I run things. Both right to my face and behind my back (funny how people think what they say to someone else won't get back to me, it usually does in the form of screen shots from Discord to PM's) - either way it doesn't bother me and I find it funny. Especially when it is from someone who has never Rped with me.

Outside of my rules the biggest thing I get backlash for are my CS's. I have been at this for a long time. Over 30 years Rping, over 20 years GMing. I do vet Rpers by their past posts and actions, who are in the past works towards who we are today. Don't get me wrong, even an Rper that has burned me in the past usually gets a second or even a third chance if they go for it. If they change, awesome, if they don't you can bet they will be blacklisted and if asked I will pass along my past experiences with the Rper.

My Cs's are overly in-depth and I know this. Part of that is a vetting process. Part of that is because I am a huge believer in if you don't have a fully fleshed out CS you cannot stay true to your own personal character vision. Refer to ~Staying True To Character Concept~ for more on that. It pretty much speaks for itself. You have to have a well thought out character and a way to stick to it if you are going to evolve the character over the course of an RP. Your starting CS is only the jumping off point. It should be updated regularly over the course of an RP.

Outside of a way to get an idea of an RPer, how dedicated they are, and give them the first tool they need to stay true to that character... Sad to say but it is there because I don't trust Rpers. Some will blatantly make up shit on the fly to work it in if they are seeking romance or an over powered character. This has been a huge problem over the years and I guard against it. If I have it down on paper so to speak, I can nip that in the bud. I am lucky, I have an amazing group that I really don't have to worry about anymore and a select few I could easily go "Just give me a name and a physical description" and know they aren't going to betray my trust. Thing is, I run the same rules for everyone. It doesn't matter if you are someone I like, someone I don't know, or someone I loath - you will have the same rule and IC treatment as everyone else. You have to if you are going to be a good GM in my book. So everyone has to fill out the monster CS.

Will my ways work for everyone and in every circumstance? Hell no. And they aren't meant to. I found what works for me and after nearly 4 years under this name I am not changing it. I have multiple completed RPs, several that have or are currently running for more than 3 years straight, and haven't had a single RP die on me since 2016. (And even those weren't true RP deaths, they were still running and we chose to stop them to jump ahead into another Rp that was tied to it further down a timeline.) I do what I have to make sure my Rps last and stay strong. Again, my ways don't work for everyone and they shouldn't. It would get pretty damn boring out there if everyone did it the exact same way. We all need variety.

As Dervish said, good thing about this forum is that it is so large that if you don't like the way someone runs things or how you have to fill out a huge Cs for them, you don't have to. You can find someone else on the forum that is more aligned with what you want to do and what you want to achieve in RP. Or you can run your own. My biggest issue is people bashing others for the way they chose to run their RP. If it works for them, or even if it doesn't, who cares? It is their RP and if it makes them content to do it that way, let them. That is what Rp is all about. To enjoy yourself and to try new things. There is a Gm out there for everyone and if there isn't a Gm out there that works for you, host your own.

Granted having said all this is rather pointless as those that agree with me don't need convincing and those that don't aren't going to change their minds from a single post, but hey I do love an exercise in futility.

Alright, that is enough. Happy Rping/Gming.

Lady A~

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Character's Unmasked

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	Alias: Madam Envy Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: Former PC		Alias: Justice Cobalt Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Romero
	Alias: Professor Walnut Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Morose		Alias: Sister Penance Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Bluesky44
	Alias: Prima Rave Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Rivaan		Alias: Miss Creme Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Natsu
	Alias: Madam Mauve Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @mnkee		Alias: Debutante Blush Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @FantasyChic
	Alias: Dr. Swamp Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Sigil		Alias: Master Plum Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Bohemian RPer: @The Grey Dust
	Alias: Mr. Titian Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Lady Amalthea		Alias: Master Tack Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: Former PC
	Alias: Captain Moss Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Nallore		Alias: Chanteuse Amaranthine Real Name: Unknown Echelon: Unknown RPer: @Lady Amalthea

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

This was already announced in chat a bit ago but placing it here as well

Rule Change 02/23/19: If you want a roll request, you must put it in before your last post hits day 7.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Once everyone was done and taken care of Doc and Miss Mary went back to the table and seemed to be packing things up. Doc picked up a bag and pulled a walkie talkie out of it. Messing with the dials a bit before he hit a button and started talking into it. "Shears, you in?" he said before releasing the trigger and waiting. There was silence for a minute. "Shears?" he said again. Still silence. He exchanged a looked with Miss Mary before trying again. This time a lot louder. "Shears! Wake the hell up!" he barked into the thing. There was silence again and then static crackled through.

"Ah, yeah, I'm here, was busy. What you want?" a rough and breaking voice called back through it.

"Right, sleeping is busy work. I got three Yellow Bands. Need you to grab your kit and get over here," Doc said and waited for a reply.

"Uh, why you need me for bleeding? Someone rip a weave out?" Shears asked. Doc rolled his eyes and radioed back.

"Not red! I said yellow!" Doc said and waited again.

"Oh! Right, right! Okay, yeah, on my way." The radio went dead and Doc let out a slow sigh. Miss Mary chuckled and rolled her eyes a bit.

"That man ain't got the sense god gave a chicken," she muttered and Doc placed the radio on the table before he went back to packing up things. "You got them?" she asked and Doc nodded as he picked up a clipboard and wrote down a few things before handing it over to her. She looked it over and nodded. "Yeah, I'll get the meds for the kid and bring them back once I get these started," she said as she moved the small rack of blood filled vials into a pack.

It seemed like one group was watching the video that Daytona had brought it. Miss Mary didn't pay it any mind and grabbed her things before heading out the door and giving Panama and Major a nod as she left. Doc grabbed one of the smaller packs and slung it over his shoulder and hooked the radio to strap before looking back at the group.

"Alright, you all with Greens, just hold tight. Cook will be in shortly with your meal. Those of you with Yellow and Orange, follow me so we can get you taken care of, it won't take long, or at least shouldn't," he said as he made his way towards the door as well. "Major, with me if you would?" he said, it sounding more like a request than an order. She simply nodded and waited for the group to follow the doctor. Once they had the Doc would lead the "parasite" group over to what looked like it used to be sauna room. Though now it was set up with a barbers chair in it, a sink, a table, and had a floor drain. One wall had a long wooden bench built against it for everyone to have a seat on. "Just have a seat, Shears should be here soon." Major took post just outside the door.

Over in the Conference Room, Panama stood guard over the ones that remained. Leaning back against the wall near the exit door as he chewed on a toothpick. "No worries, Doc will bring 'em back toot-sweat. Well as long as Shears gets his ass over here, man ain't exactly what I'd call quick footed," he said with a bit of a chuckle. "And Cook will be in soon, knowing her ass she'll want to get in and out before Doc gets back," he added with a grin. "Shit, fuck, feel free to look around and find something to do. This'll be y'alls rec room slash mess hall until quarantine is over."

*Alright, all characters with a color band other than Green is to follow Doc out of the conference room, into the former sauna room, and have a seat. Those with a Green Band, hold tight where you are. Feel free to talk or look around. If you want to see what specifically is there as far as a book or music or the like goes - PM me here on RPG. You may only look over 1 ~item type~ at a time. IE: Books or Records or VHS. If you message me asking if something is in the room that was listed out previously I will tell you "no" even if it is. lol So double check before you ask!

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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, while sitting on a couch, didn't relax. She was sitting up and leaning over slightly with her hands between her knees as she kept watching as Jack and Jamie got their medical evaluations. She looked like a nervous worried young mother as Jamie got stuck with the needle but he didn't cry. She wasn't surprised. He was born into this world unlike the rest of them. He had been raised to be quiet, to hold it in. It was how he had to be. Kids couldn't just cry it out these days. In a way she envied her son. All of them were adults, they had to learn this world. How to survive after being raised with being able to live. Grown up with electricity, schools, training, a full belly. Some more than others but even with as bad as her childhood had been she still had had a better start than Jamie had. Then again, Jamie was born into this world and it was easier for a child to learn something than an adult. What was relearned for them was the first time for Jamie. Face eaters were a horrid thing to adults, to kids they would just be the norm. It would be easier for him. He would be stronger than they were. He wouldn't survive. He would live.

As Jack sat back down she nodded and took her son back, bouncing him on her knee as she waited for the rest to be done, ever so often using her robe to wipe his nose. As Doc told them what was what and lead the others out of the room she watched, still looking scared as hell and worried but watching. "₁Эта группа знает, что они делают," she said quietly to Jack as she started looking back around the room. The Panama piped in and let them know a little bit more. Okay, they were going to be seeing this room a lot. Meals and to spend time in, if they were going to be here a week that meant most of their time was going to be in here. Might as well figure out just what is in this room.

"Gonna valk vith Jamie," she said quietly before standing up. Putting Jamie on her hip she shuffled her slippered feet along the ground as she walked. Slowly and giving herself wide-berth from those she didn't know. Right now she only knew Beatrice, Ash and Jack in the room. Riley and Amelia had to go with Doc, and she had been in Newnan when it went down so she hadn't met Thalia. Granted Beatrice seemed okay with the one armed woman who she hadn't been introduced to as of yet but then again she hadn't seen Beatrice since she left Newnan with James. That was over a year ago. People changed, she had.

Finding a large tote of toys she sat down on the ground with Jamie and let him sit there. He did for a minute before leaning over and crawling over to the tote, pulling himself up into a standing position and bouncing up and down in excitement with a quiet babble before reaching into the box and pulling out small plastic and stuffed toys. Looking at one or another before throwing it hard on the ground and laughing. It was that pure babies laugh, even if it wasn't as loud as most would think a child would be, especially at that age. The boy had a bright smile, just like his dad. Tatiana's face remained scarred looking but she grinned at bit at him.

Translations

1 - This group knows what they're doing.

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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 kicked back and relaxed in the recliner, scratching his chest and swatting at the air every so often as Hank had his little personal time with the Doc. As Hank came out and shouted about head lice Wayne chuckled. "Guess the little bugger know your ass is sweet there Jelly," he teased. It didn't seem to bother him, Wayne was at Zero Fucks Given mode right then. He had had a shower, shaved, was resting back in a well broken in recliner in the air conditioning. This was great, he actually felt himself dozing off. That was until he heard the weirdest noise he had ever heard in his life. Hank laughing.

Opening his eyes he sat up slowly. "No fucking clue, he sounds like someone broke him," he said to no one in particular as he stood up and took a few steps over in the direction of the bug group. He stopped, a good ways from them as his eyes locked with the TV. His eyes widened a bit. Then it looked like a lightbulb went off in his brain. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SHIT!" he said before he burst out laughing, so hard in fact he hit an empty chair and fell into it. He just kept laughing. You see, Wayne was actually a decent guy. Got married and even had a daughter. He hadn't thought about it but she had watched this shit when she was little. How the fuck had he forgotten about SPORTACUS? He didn't know but now he remembered and he sure as shit would never forget it again!

Wayne was still laughing as the group was lead out. Just giving them a wave. "Have fun there Sportacus!" he yelled out before slowly making his way back to his recliner, his eyes drifting towards Tatiana as she went over with the baby to the toys. "She's either tough or lucky and ain't no one lucky anymore," he said, again speaking to no one in particular as he sat back down in the recliner. Resting his hands behind his head he looked out over the rest of the remaining group. "So, hey there, Panama Jack? How long you been in town?" he asked with a shit eating grin on his face.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room (Floor) -> Grand Vestibule.
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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As Titian sat there, he just wore a shit eating grin on his lips. An dram draped over one knee as he looked towards the fireplace. Chuckling to himself he just shrugged as if to say zero fucks were given at that moment. That was until he heard another gun shot and Jasper bolted out of the Breakfast Room and into the Music Room. His head turned and he could only see that Walnut was still standing. He couldn't see much more besides the broken pieces of her gun on the ground beyond the crumbled door. "Whoops," he said but it wasn't clear if he was speaking about the broken gun or the broken door or even his broken ass. Not that anyone was in the room with him to hear it under his breath, so it didn't really matter.

Reaching up he placed a large hand on the table and pushed himself up. Dusting off his shapely, and oh yes it was shapely in his opinion, rear end. Now, there was a choice to make and to make a choice required thought, consideration, and am ample amount of brain power. There were so many factors to consider. Titian's brain though seemed to be on holiday as he reached over the table and popped a grape into his mouth. Chewing it he bobbed his head as if there was music but only he could hear it. Then he started waltzing down the side of the table. Picking up a glass and pouring himself a smidgen of wine. Washing it down he kept grinning to himself as he picked up a bunch of grapes and kept waltzing out of the Breakfast Room into the Grand Vestibule. Whatever thoughts he may had had were long gone by this point and he was just eating and dancing his way to god only knew where.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕋here's 𝔽uckery 𝔸foot 𝔸gain?!?!

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Jasper didn't seem to know what to do for a moment as the rather large man suddenly lost any ability in his feet and his balance and hit the floor like a sack of hammers and ten times as heavy. He just stopped and eyed the man, half in annoyance and half in just plain surprise. That was until the sound of a gun firing rang out and there was a yelp from the next room over. Moving with a swiftness not common with someone of his obviously advancing years he moved passed the behemoth of a man on the floor, opening the remains of the door which fell apart in his hand, and into the next room. When he got there he spotted Walnut first, the broken gun second, and then two men on the floor last. Still holding the door knob he looked around slowly, his eyes sweeping the room from the men to Walnut, to the fireplace, and back again. "Just what in bloody hell is going on in here?" he asked sternly.

The rest of the place seemed quiet, that was until the sound of a gun rang out and echoed into the Central Hallway and Starry Salon. (From when Walnut shot a second time.) Being that there had been a hole in the door this time, it could be heard, where as the first shot could only have been heard in the room itself as the door was still solid at that point. The tall and handsome man standing at his post in the Starry Salon jerked his head in the direction where the sound came from and started to move. "Ballroom is that way," he said pointing behind him before he moved in long strides into the Central Hallway.

There, Jasper was eying the people in the room when there was a jingle on the door that lead from the Music Room into the Joyous Corridor. His brows started to lower as it continued. It seemed whoever was on the other side of the door couldn't get the door open. "Where is the key..." he muttered under his breath but loud enough to be heard as he looked back at the three in the room. More actually he looked at Walnut and then Swamp since they were the only two that seemed to be awake at this point.

(Cobalt and Blush will receive PM's shortly)