Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: The driver nodded. "No, not since long before any of us were around, first attack this size I have heard of in my life time," the man said as he adjusted one of the buckles. It was true, things like this didn't happen anymore. The attacks in England and now Scotland were things that hadn't happened in long before this man was born. Even dealing with a Soulless was rare enough in this day and age to be the main reason not everyone trained anymore, the reason why there were so few trained people. To why nearly everyone that was trained hadn't even seen a Soulless in their life. It was more of a status thing than survival anymore, even if it was still practical as history seemed to repeat itself.

Inside Millicent cracked a small smile. It was a nervous one but it was there. The girl was right, now thinking on it, she hadn't said it. "Well it is a pleasure to know it now ma'am," she said to Maeve. Millicent didn't give hers. The bluestocking figured if she wanted to know it she would have asked. This woman didn't seem to hold things back and spoke quickly, like the older woman. Moving to the desk, she sat down.

"Thank you," she said before she started to write down a small note. Her head tilted to the side as she spotted something under a stack of papers. Millicent's curiosity got the better of her, she really shouldn't be snooping in anothers office but she didn't think when she pulled it out and took a look at it. Lips thinned a bit before shoving it back to where it had been. The first words she had written she scratched out as she got an angered look on her features. "Ham ga tsan", she said under her breath before leaning over and writing quickly.

Port Annan: There was a yell from the ship, it was Regalia but she wasn't speaking to those that had been on board, and she wasn't speaking in English. She was back to the language they seemed to share that was unfamiliar and the crew was quickly getting to work. This wasn't their port, only a stopping point.

Ludwig, dip and dive and reached into his bag as Dieter, his ferret not this brother, perched on his shoulder with his paws on the mans head. Flipping through one of his journals he looked and looked. "Oh yes, to the green to the green, stop it all stop it all, make haste, no waste, we go to the east and avoid the west," he muttered to himself before looking up from his book and then up to the sky and then around and around, his finger out as he pointed to nothing at all and everything there was. Until he stopped. "That way," he said pointing towards the Mouth of Annan, where the river washed into the bay. Then he stopped. "But first this way!" he said pointing down the street towards the outskirts of town. "Gotta get to the bridge first," he chuckled.

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Carlisle: The two men exchanged a look between them that looked to speak of confusion. Even more so when Ny came up and looked around. "To the Green miss?" the older one of the two asked, not so much out of not understanding what she said but not understanding why she would want to go there.

"Who the hell are you?" the younger one said towards Ny.

Ny kept looking around, leaning heavy against his cane. "Ny," was all he said but the older man was still looking at Virginia.

"Um, yes we can get you there, would take a few hours but can be managed young one. The cost is two pounds, is that something you can pay?" he asked. "Is that something you really want to pay? Gretna is no play for one such as yourself."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Grand Vestibule
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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The Lord of the Manor had come down the stairs and Oliver had left the room. The thing was, the tiny woman didn't take notice of them. Her hand pressed to her chest as she continued on her short legs to try to keep up with the tall servant had her attention focused in front of her instead of behind her. Especially when a second tall man came into view, this one even taller than the servant but she had seen him with the group earlier. As far as she knew the biggest things were in front of her and she still hadn't taken note of any child or woman. Who had made that loud scream that had echoed through to where she had been moments before? No woman and no gun in sight as of yet.

A slow of the step occurred as she saw that the man was speaking now with the servant. One masked, one unmasked. Her brow perked but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Damn short legs making it hard to keep up. When the masked man made his way towards her, eating grapes of all things right then and spoke to her she cocked a brow beneath her lace like mask. He had to know something right? If he was making a comment like that. "So you say but I swore I heard a child in danger and a gun fire," she said before she hurried passed him to keep going. Moving into the Grand Vestibule and trying to catch up with the servant. The case and satchel were not an issue, just those damn short legs of hers. Worry was worn clearly on her features. One could say this was not what she signed up for but in truth, what had she signed up for when she showed up?

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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Date: October 6th, 1924

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Overnight Notes: Once everyone was bedded down the active day turned into an inactive night. At least as far as the PC's go. Everyone is able to get some sleep, on level to what your character normally would. Oddly enough, there are no dreams or nightmares for the ones that had gotten them in the past and that brought them initially together. Maybe it is the fact you aren't technically anywhere but on the water, maybe since you are together now for the most part it has canceled out, maybe enough already died to stop the connection, maybe the Sandman just took the night off. Either way those that had nightmares and dreams didn't this night.

Morning comes early in Egypt in October - The sun rises are 5:51 A.M. (I love google.) Now, for those on the Elite and the Secondary decks, this is important as the sun will shine through the larger windows and such of your rooms. So yeah, chances are it will wake you up even if you don't want to be. Now those on the lower decks, that sun isn't going to be a problem, do your characters will wake up most likely due to the noise instead of the sun. Upstairs quieter but lighter. Downstairs, no light issues but people moving about to get things ready for the upper floors of the boat - yeah. Like someone mowing their lawn at the crack of dawn.

Now that generalizations are up, on with the show.

Haring: Clothing is dry - yay! (It did look fabulous on him lol)
Keystone: There is a note slipped under his door. Please, do join me for breakfast at 8 A.M. on the Sun Deck. Bring your companions if you wish. Sincerely, The Captain.
Vera: If only the light had woken her, it was not feeling well and the urge to vomit that did.
Gene: Hey, that door is good for backs! She wakes up well rested but with the sun streaming right on her face. Damn it.
Lauren: While it might have been nice to wake up to sun and the smell of eggs, you only wake up to one and they are rotten. Seems Vera is leaning over the edge of her side of the bed, hurling in a bucket.
Josephine: Seems someone made sure the curtains were drawn, so only a small sliver of sunlight is coming in when the sun comes up. It's bright and concentrated but at least the warmth from the concentrated beam hits her chin first before slowly crawling over her face - it is probably the easiest wake up for anyone.
Mosi: Porthole shaped and sized beam hits her face as she rolls over - fucking hell - you're up you're up!
Mahendra: You wake up to some bright light and a bone chill. God you need something warm to drink.
Richard: You wake up to the sound of a thousand plates breaking. Outside your door there is a mess and one very frustrated worker trying to pick up the glass. Shattered plates all down the hallway from a cart that got turned over. At least there was no food on them yet.
Faye: You wake up to the same noise as Richard but luckily for you, you only have the tail end of the mess in front of your door.
George: Did you even sleep last night? Or just stare at a wall? You need coffee.
Nora: You woke up before the sun rose, some how that is just how it works.

*Do remember that depending on your tickets, depends on where you can get breakfast. Same as what it was for dinner. This will remain the same during the duration of the boat trip. Now, having said that - don't worry about going into detail about breakfast or finding out specifics. You have a decent breakfast that is in line with the level of your rooms. Just go with it. Try not to drag things along. We don't need 3 rounds of posts to eat some damn eggs.

The Next Day - Breakfast: Vera groaned as she finished spitting into the waste bucket. She wished she had been able to make it to a loo but that wasn't happening. By the time she came awake enough to move it was coming and there was nothing to hold it back. She couldn't even remember what she ate the night before but whatever it was and whatever she had eaten five years previously had made its way out of the bowels of hell and into the waste basket. Setting the basket down she curled up and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. She hoped that was the last of it but if her body decided to reject anything, they could have organs at this point because that was all that was left other than bile.

Apparently even though she had gotten changed out of the wet clothing she hadn't fared well over the night and now had a fever. Maybe it was better this way. Sure having a fever, feeling like you had been run over by a camel, and throwing up tea she drank when she was five was not the best way to start a day but we have to remember how easily it is for Vera to get hurt. Perhaps a day in bed sick might actually save her life. Either way, she knew she wasn't moving from where she was and she curled up tighter, pulling the blanket over her head. All she wanted to do was sleep. Who could blame her?

Now George, he had slept but not much, mostly dozing in his chair as he nursed a drink. The best part of the evening was when he got back to his room and was finally able to take off the tin mask he wore to cover his war wound. By the time the sun had broken light in his room he was dressed, cleaned up, and ready for the day. Making his way out of his room he locked the door behind him and made his way to the stairs. Showing his ticket before moving quickly up to the Elite Deck and down to where Lauren's room was since Vera had stayed there the night before.

Going to knock he stopped himself. What if the girls were still asleep? Sure, something could have happened over night but his sister could handle things if it did and he was sure she would have let him know. She had traveled all the way to Egypt to just inform him of their friend. Taking a breath he turned and leaned back against the wall near the door and slid down it. Pulling his knees up and draping his arms over them as he waited for one of the girls to get up and come out. He didn't just want to stand there so just got comfortable. Checking his watch, it wasn't too late passed sunrise yet, so there was plenty of time. He was in no hurry. This was a boat, not like there were a lot of places one could go and go things.

🦄 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 to Cecily and chuckled a bit before putting his eyes back on the highway. "I would say damn girl you know everyone don't you but I did ask. Think you could manage a call to one of them? I mean if you think they got clout and could find out somethings for us," he said as he flicked the butt of his cigarette out the window and rolled it up to cut down on the wind in the car.

Shifting in his seat a bit, he added another thing. "Oh and if you think you can trust them." That trust thing was a big thing at this point. He could have called in his badge number back to Justice and gotten a lot of information but then that would tip their hand, if they were even holding one. He could call his other partner but he really didn't know her that well, so the trust hadn't been established. For all he knew she was brought in from New York by Juno to help cover shit up by being assigned as his new partner. He was what was classified as a loose end at this point.

Chicago, Illinois: Zoie nodded and walked off with Mali, letting out a bit of a chuckle. "Sounds like fun, I could use a laugh after all this," she said as they stepped into the bathroom. Thankfully with this being a small book store, there wasn't a lot of foot traffic. People really didn't use book stores very often anymore, especially locally owned small high end ones, which was what this one looked like. The bathroom was empty of people but filled with other stuff. This wasn't a normal bathroom, this place was nice. Tiled floors, private stalls that hit the floor to the ceiling, a love seat against one wall, and more. "Hell this is nicer than my john at home," Zoie chuckled as he went into a stall and shut the door.

Out in the main part of the book store Adelaide looked over towards Robert. "Ever hear of Murder High?" she asked. That would ring a bell for Richard. Grimm High School had been labeled by the National News Media as Murder High. Over ten years ago a single murder had occurred and been discovered when the dead girls body was dropped during prom from the balloons above and got stuck there. Simone Carter had been brutally murdered. The murder had been pinned on local Cynthia McMillan who got locked up in the local insane asylum for a decade because of it. Turned out she wasn't the guilty party and had been framed. At the 10 year high school reunion last fall a slew of others were murdered in a similar fashion. It had turned out that Chris Malone had been the guilty party and the deaths didn't end until he was shot to death in a fun house during the fall festival by none other than local high school graduate Riley Ridgeway, who was the same Double R who was the hit singing sensation. "We were all there during that. Myself, my husband Kai, my exhusband David, Cynthia, Riley and her sister Chloe, Ashley, and Marc... Kai and I booked it out of town quickly. Marc stayed behind a bit to help clean things up, I think a movie is being filmed right now about it....," Adelaide said before brushing back the tears. "Dramatic isn't my thing, this is pure panic that it's happening again...." she admitted.

Over in the church things were a lot calmer. Claire rolled her eyes a bit and bit the two toodles before climbing back in the SUV and buckling up. "Alright English, let's get you to the dance on time," she said before tearing off down the street. "So mind me asking, what type of work got you to jump the channel and swim across the big pond?" she asked as she swerved in and out of traffic. "Closest thing to your accent that I hear these days is when I watch Downton Abbey or Dr. Who," she added with a chuckle.

At the church the father waved bye to Claire before turning his attention back to Caesar. "Sure thing, come on," he said as he lead the man into the church and towards the offices. "So how is the family? I got a call from Joaquin not long ago letting me know about his cousin," he said in that a-typical fatherly voice. "Your family has my condolences," he added as he pushed open the door to his office and motioned for Caesar to have a seat. "I've known Joaquins father for years, studied under him," Atticus said as he stood there, his tone indicated it wasn't just about prayer and sermons. Once the door was closed he lit a cigarette and took a long puff before strolling over to his desk and having a seat. Tapping the ashes off into a coke cane he leaned back in his seat. "What can the church do to ensure the asshats responsible get to meet God personally?"

Grimm, Indiana: Grace looked over towards Riley and nodded. "Yeah, sure thing," she said as she grabbed a ring of keys off her belt and lead Riley back to the weapons stash. It wasn't a huge assortment. Rather small actually, especially compared to even what Roy had kept in the safe house back in Justice or carried in his bag when he took her to learn how to shoot. Thankfully when Roy had taught Riley how to shoot he had used the most common of guns. 32 pistols, a basic assault rifle, and a shotgun. There wasn't any assault rifles in the stash but there were some 32's, a shot gun, and a boxes of ammunition. It would be more than enough.

"Hrm, here we go, 2 side arms and some clips," Grace finally said after looking around for a minute. Reaching down she picked up two guns and checked them before slipping them each into a holster. A belt could easily be slipped through the holsters to make them easily accessible side arms. Handing them over she checked some extra clips and lined them into holsters as well. This would give each woman 1 gun and 1 clip in the gun, plus three to spare - all of which that would go on their belts for quick access. "Good luck and if you need anything just call the station, I'm on all day," she said before waiting for Riley to walk out of the weapons room with her so she could lock it back up.

Outside the smell of burning forest was still in the air and there was still a haze over the town but it was starting to clear out. That was good at least. There weren't a lot of people milling about. A few out for a walk here and there with their dogs, some driving by going this way and that. Other than the calls coming in about a clown, the town seemed rather sleepy. Grimm, Indiana - Tales of the serial killer had made national news. And now they had to go deal with a clown over at the Grimaldi's. Was the family name the reason the town was called Grimm? In a small town, chances were strong that was exactly why.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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The Major stood there, keeping her post as Doc came in and leaned against the back wall, checking his watch as he kept track of the time. He let out a bit of a huff as he glanced over at Major. "I hope there is a cart near him otherwise we might be here all day," he said with half a chuckle. Major smirked a bit and then shrugged. Doc looked over to Hank and rubbed his temples. "God I hope the fuck not, I doubt any of your systems could handle it but knowing Cook.." he said, letting his words trail off. It was obvious this wasn't the first time he had worried about what the cook was going to bring in the new comers.

The Major seemed to keep her finger close to the trigger and even though the group had made no signs of being aggressive towards the town or anyone in it thus far she still hadn't let her guard down in the slightest. Her head only turned when she was addressed. She gave the girl a once over before replying rather dryly. "The Army," she said flatly. "WAC unit," she added. "I'm no nurse." That was obvious from the way she carried herself. At least to anyone paying attention.

The door swung open and a heavy set man with a hell of a graying afro stepped into the room. "Shears is here!" he called holding out his clippers, which were in one hand, and an old looking doctors bag in the other. "Who am I shaving?" he grinned as he hit the one switch. They didn't turn on. Hitting it a few times, it still didn't turn on.

"You have to plug the damn thing in," Major muttered under her breath.

"Oh right," he said with a laugh that was a bit over the top before walking over to the wall and plugging it in. When it finally came on he grinned brightly. "So, who gots the bugs?"

Doc rubbed his face before pushing off the wall. "They do, this one I need to remove a tick from. Give them the option," Doc said in a voice that hinting on this was a warning. Shears nodded.

"Right of course," he said clearing his throat. "Okay, um, right. You do gotta choice. Choice one, I buzz your head, smooth like dolphin's skin. Or two, we go the oil treatment. Now I know you girls are gonna be like 'oh give me oil, don't cut my lovely locks. They blow in the wind!'" he said doing the worst impression of a teenage girl. "But, that's gonna take time and a lot of combing, and days, in a separate quarantined room, alone. And by alone, I don't even mean just away from that main group you came in with. I mean each other. Keeps you from spreading it back to each other. So if you can handle three days in a hotel room, by yourself, taking meals alone, no interactions (or updates besides the occupational food drop off) I will be happy to smother those little buggers down. Otherwise, snip snip. Hair grows back," he said as he patted the chair.

Doc just shook his head and Major rolled her eyes. Looking down at his list, Doc went over it for a moment before looking over at Hunter. "Monroe, how about we get that tick off you and then you can return to the main group," he said as he motioned to the kid to come over to the sink. The Major just kept her post.

Over in the Conference room, Panama chuckled a bit as he looked over towards Wayne. "Oh long enough." It looked like the man had more to say, he always looked like he had more to say but he didn't get a chance as the door flung open and he nearly got hit in the face as a large cart was being pushed into the room, followed by an older woman with a classic 1950's style apron on, and then a second cart being pushed by a middle aged Hispanic looking man in a really loud Hawaiian shit. "Fucking hell Mae, nearly knocked me out."

The woman stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "Oh sweet child, I am sorry, in a hurry you know," she said and the room quickly filled with the smell of home cooking. Not your typical any day of the week cooking. This smelled like Thankgiving on a Sunday at the beach. It was grand. "Gotta get in and out before Doc gets back, you know him. 'Mae, they can't handle it. They need to get used to solid food. Gravy is not a food group'. Blah blah blah. Sorry but a soul need to heal after it's been out there and ain't no faster way to heal the heart than some home cooking," she said with a grin as she started pushing again.

"Amen to that," the man following her added. "Hey y'all," he said to the group as they moved to the front of the room where the medical team had been set up.

"Hey, what'cha bring um?" Panama asked licking his lips.

As Mae and the man laid out a table cloth over the folding table they started moving things from the carts. "Broke out Sunday 1," she said with a devious grandmotherly grin on her face and Panama's jaw dropped. She looked over to him and dusted her hands off. "Yup, Doc ain't gonna be happy."

"Doc can suck it," the man pipped in before moving a large carafe onto the table and setting up some mugs next to it.

"Indeed," she said before looking at the group. "Hey everyone. I'm Mae, can call me cook and this handsome lad next to me is Moralez."

"I'm The Goat," he laughed and then baa'ed.

"You're somethang'," she chuckled before looking back at them. "Know you all prolly been through hell, anyone still living has. I got you a full spread, so eat up and enjoy it, come on, don't be shy. I promise, it's good," she said as she waved her hands towards herself hoping they would bring themselves over. It was quite the spread. Newnan had had it good but this was something else. There were fish fritters, clam chowder, mashed potatoes, gravy, freshly seared fished, boiled crabs, fried shrimp, a large pot of coffee, there was orange juice and some little jam tarts that smelt of lemons, even fresh grapefruit. It was a hell of a spread, that was topped off with freshly baked bread rolls and even a bowl of salted butter sitting there.

"Oh god Mae, that smells fucking fantastic! Docs gonna pissed," he said laughing and she just shrugged.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Moralez laughed as he picked up a plate and held it out. "So, who's hungray?"

*Alright peeps - those with Yellow bands drop me a pm on your last one for your notes for this round and let me know if your character is going for 3 days of oil or a shave. Orange bands, let me know if your character is going to let Doc do his thing. Those in the conference room, you are free to grab food. There are plates, bowls, and glasses. The cutlery is forks and spoons and they are plastic.

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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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It seemed that the group at large was leaving Tatiana alone with her son and she was glad of it. Yet, her eyes darted about and took in what everyone was doing. The loud man seemed to be talking to their guard. Ash had put on music and been joined by another and her husband, Jack. Jamie was laughing and playing with the toys, every so often trying to crawl off but Tatiana was quick to move him back over to her side, even when she didn't look directly at him she just kind of new when to lean over, scoop him up, and move him back. There was music in the air now. One was reading, others were playing as well. Not with baby toys but their own version. Some arcade game Tatiana had never played but had heard off, and one was shooting pool. The only real game she knew how to play these days was Monopoly. That was her and Jacks thing, they could even play it without fighting. At least they used to be able to, they hadn't played since Newnan fell. It could be different now. They hadn't done a lot since Newnan fell.

As the door swung open, she jumped a bit and pulled Jamie closer to her. She looked on edge. She already had but she looked even more so, that was until she smelled the food. It did smell good and her stomach growled. Jamie cooed and started to try to crawl over towards where the smell was coming from. Scooping him up in her arms she cradled him on her hip and listened to what was being said. Some of the food she recognized as she stepped slowly closer, some she didn't but that didn't surprise her. To her it looked like a Vegas Buffet and she bit her bottom lip. These people did have their act together that was for sure.

Walking over to the group by the records she nodded towards Ash and then the older man before glancing towards Jack. "Ve find something soft for Jamie?" she asked him softly, in a scared voice. "Help me?" she added, in that same timid voice she had right then. There was a passing glance towards Ash before she started to slowly move over towards the serving table. She could use a hand, getting a plate for herself and the baby was going to be a deal since she only had one hand free at the moment with Jamie being on her hip and needing support to stay there. It was obvious she wasn't putting him down. Though, she wasn't first to the table.

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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 laughed and nodded. He was going to pipe in but then the food came and everything else seemed to fade away as he watched it get rolled in. He was already standing up by the time it moved passed him. "Oh sweet mother Mary I might cry..." he said before biting the back of his knuckles. Looking at nothing he nodded. "I know, it smells so good," he said before looking back in front of him and watching Mae and Moralez start to set up. Apparently there was talk about the Doc not liking the fact they had brought in his type of meal. He wondered why at first then he put two and two together. It happened in hospitals and after cops got shot. Limited foods to keep your ass from turning into Vesuvius.

Walking over to the table he took the plate offered and grinned. "No worries here, got an iron stomach. Just call me Shaggy," he said with a toothy grin before he started grabbing food. Thing was, he wasn't as animalistic about it or as greedy as one might think. Sure he was excited about there being food, real food, but in the end, the man only ended up grabbing a small portion and it was all mushy foods. He then took another plate and loaded it up, again, not a huge portion but enough. Grabbing some utensil's he turned around and spotted that Tatiana had come up behind him. "This work?" he asked.

Tatiana looked at him shocked and took a step back, only able to nod barely. "Awesome, come on," he said before finding the couch she had been sat at earlier and setting the food down on the coffee table before it. "Coffee? or Juice? Juice?" he asked as he sat the food down. Tatiana sat down slowly with Jamie in her lap.

"J...juice..." she said in a shaky voice and watched as Wayne nodded before moving back towards the serving table. That time he fixed another plate, a bit more food on it and grabbed some coffee. Balancing the cup on his personal plate he got a glass of juice and dropped it off. He was half way back to his recliner before Tatiana managed to squeak out a "Dank you," in his direction. Wayne didn't bother with a you're welcome. His mouth was already full off food and he was groaning as if he might have just gotten laid. He threw a hand up and nodded in her direction as he kept chewing. He wasn't a total asshat, just mostly.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule -> Central Hallway
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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The behemoth of a man was quite happy right then. Munching on his bunch of grapes and humming to himself. What he was so happy about was anyone's guess. Maybe it took a lot more than a shooting and a busted rear end to get him down. Maybe he was used to so much fuckery being afoot. Maybe he was just down right crazy and he was thinking back to a time where he swore that a certain meat smelt of cheese while it roasted on an open fire. It really was anyone's guess what was going through that mans mind, it could be even a bigger mystery to himself. The only constant in his actions as of late was that he stayed upbeat. One might think screaming like a little girl could have stopped that but it didn't seem to and no one in the direction of where he was moving knew it had been him.

Could anything stop the joyous mood that seemed to be a constant on the mans face? Maybe as he stopped when he saw another large man enter the room. The man was nearly as tall and as broad as Titian was, but not fully. So maybe not. The smile remained and turned into a bit of a smirk as he took two steps and caught the mans attention.

Quinton did not look happy to be stopped but he did and stood there with a look on his face that clearly stated this better be good and it better be fast. Leaning in, Mr. Titian whispered something against Quinton's ear. Quiton's brow rose. "Really?" Titian just grinned and nodded before popping another grape into his mouth and waltzing into the Central Hall from the Grand Vestibule. Spotting Amaranthine trying to keep up with Quinton.

"Oh little lady, that is a mess of trouble you don't want to get tainted with," he said in a sly voice.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕊o 𝕄uch 𝔽uckery

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In the Music Room, where the vast amount of fuckery that was afoot seemed to be occurring right then stood Jasper. He had received one version of this story from Mr. Titian. And while he had been given a different story from Dr. Swamp, it wasn't completely different. It seemed to just be abridged. Then came the third tale and this one was far different. Yet it was clear that Jasper wasn't exactly buying at least one of these tall tales. Which was though was yet to be revealed. "If it were not for the mess I would have to clean up I would as soon as run you all through than listen to anymore," he stated flatly. There was a pause before he continued. "Yet that is not up to me, that is up to my master." Holding his hand out towards Walnut. "Give me the key before I change my mind." There was still shaking at the other side of the door which lead into the Joyous corridor and then a knock, followed by a feminine voice. "Just a moment Jane," Jasper called out and the fidgeting with the knob ceased.

Over in the Lunar Ballroom, there was less fuckery, at least so it seemed. Three of the unmasked men were converged towards the northernmost area of the room conversing quietly among themselves. The male attendant up on the small balcony above watched the scene as more came in but he said not a word. The only one speaking was the one addressing Miss Creme. Leaning against the edge of the piano. "Unexpected surprises so far but pleasant ones, more than I say for others from the sounds of it," he said in passing. Granted he hadn't heard the gun shot. No one that had been in the ballroom had, that noise hadn't quite traveled far enough. "Though I would like to get to our performance so I can do." There was a pause. "Other things."

There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs that lead down from the floors above out in the Central Hall. It was Lord Bardolf. Oliver's head swung on a pivot to look at the man who came over to him. "Alert the kitchen staff of the changes and then inform Margarete of attentions that must be made," he said to Oliver before catching a glance of Amaranthine rushing to keep up with Quinton. The boy nodded and rushed off through the door to his east, to the area of the manor the uninvited guests were not privy to at this time. The door closed behind him as he watched Quinton move into the Grand Vestibule. Quinton didn't see the Lord of the Manor as he did and Bardolf's lips thinned.

(Cobalt and Blush will be receiving PM's shortly.)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - What's Happening Elsewhere?

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Ruthie looked over towards Andromeda and before anything else she nodded. "Girl please, don't leave me alone with them two, you're the only one that makes sense in my head," she said to the pale woman with a bit of a forced chuckle. It was true. The Emendators had different perspectives not only from a gender perspective but also from a difference in beings. Not to mention she had another speaking to her that the others weren't privy to. Having the girl around was keeping the building migraine manageable.

Ben walked with Sophia and James into the kitchen house and pulled up a chair to the table. Sitting down and taking a drag from his cigarette. "Nothing in it," he said as he pulled it from his mouth. It was common to drink it black in the Carnivale, and in most parts of poorer areas. Milk and sugar were luxuries and being barely out of the Dust Bowl era in the U.S. and in the middle of a war even just getting bacon and orange juice was high luxury. "Milfay over in Oklahoma," he said as the smoke rolled out over his bottom lip. "Left awhile ago," he added as he rubbed his chin with the back of his thumb.

Libby kept making her way down to the water, she had passed Faith and Bart a bit ago on the way but she didn't pay them any mind. They seemed to be talking to themselves and she wasn't going to butt in. Right then she just wanted to get cleaned up a bit. Usually it was to cool off, a drip in the water, but with the weather being decent inside the loop that wasn't an issue. It was nice that it wasn't summer out in California or Texas. Babylon had been hell in more than one way...

Ruthie followed the group into the kitchen house, and then spotted Ben was in there with two others. Ben stood up and nodded towards her. "Ruthie," he said before pulling out a chair for her. Ruthie took a seat and gave him a passing smile as she scooted the chair closer to the table. Ben sat back down and took another puff from his cigarette.

"I'm used to the bathtub stuff but I wouldn't complain about something that didn't taste like the rust off a steal drum," she said as she adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. "No, it didn't start until..." she began but her words trailed off as she glanced towards Ben. "You mind?" she asked.

Ben shook his head. "Naw, you're story I only was there to do my thing," he said and she nodded.

"Till Ben brought me back," she said as she leaned back in her chair and turned out left forearm, there were two scars close together. It looked like someone had driven nails into her arm. "Ain't born into it like him." Her eyes went towards Ben for a minute. "Some of us gotta die to get the gift as you call it," she admitted. Ben just sat there looking at the table and every so often taking another puff. "Thought I was going mad at first, crazy. Seeing people I knew was dead. Wasn't until Gab told me what happened and I talked to Samson I started to figure it out. Didn't know I had been anything but sick, but after three days without breathe I guess I spent enough time on their side for the shit to set in." Pulling her arm back she glanced back over to Ben who was picking at a place on the wood. He was only a kid, at least in the grand scheme of things.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: The man shook his head some. "Nay, I be doubtin' it. Truly I do. Now if we 'aye been comin' in from the South and someone been tryin' to stop sumthin' then maybe but with us being this far north, trouble not likely be followin'. Not of the beatin' heart type that is. Soulless less predictable it seems though," he said as he fed one of the horses another carrot bit. Looking over at William he continued. "And you, will ye be stayin' with them? Or ye be wantin' to hitch a ride back this way?" he asked.

"Thank you," Millicent said quietly as she looked towards the woman. She looked frightened, and out of place but a bit more at ease than she had when the others were around. "I'm sorry but I think I missed your name," she said as they started looking for a quill and ink for her to write with. Maeve was right, it wouldn't be long until they were able to find one. There was a study on the main floor of the house, one that Thomas had come out of when they entered. She would be able to find ink and quill and paper there, it would take a bit of shifting things around in a drawer to be able to locate it.

Port Annan: It seemed that Constantin was very glad to be back on solid ground. Several on the ship chuckling and Marco just shaking his head in an amused manner. "Land lubers," he chuckled to himself from the wheel of the ship. Fyror gave a quick and polite thanks to Regalia before making his way down the gangplank and onto the docks. He stood there waiting for the others as he looked around. The town was small for a port city and there could be seen a tavern and inn down the road a bit from the docks towards the edge of town.

Regalia rose a brow at the long winded and dramatic speech and exit the man made. It just seemed to be his way. "And to you, keep the wind at your back, should you need us," she said as Silvio came over to her.

"Yes, should you need us," he said towards Colette." They left it at that and said no more as the group left their ship. All save one. Where was the Master Zimmerman? And Dieter, the ferret not his brother? It wasn't long before he was rushing out, in his wibbly wobbly fashion, knees buckling as he rushed to catch up and nearly took a tumble down the gangplank before stopping in his tracks, rushing back onto the ship and hugging Regalia and Silvio. grinning sheepishly towards them and exchanging some unheard words before rushing right back off the ship and onto the dock.

"Right, um, what were we doing again?" he asked, still coming out of it from his nap apparently.

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Carlisle: Ny was glad he held back a few steps from Virginia because he had to hide his face to keep from laughing. It wasn't that she was funny in a haha sense, but it was humorous to him to see her change so drastically so quickly. Not that he was buying it, but then again he didn't have to, the people she was speaking to did and men, well are stupid. Especially when in front of a pretty woman who seemed to be in distress. They either tend to want to help or take advantage. Either way would work for him, they could turn either in their favor he figured.

The younger of the two older than Virginia men looked over to her and bowed up slightly, the older of the two rolled his eyes at his counter part. Thankfully it seemed that the older one would be doing the speaking as he spoke up before the younger one finished slicking his hair down. "What can we do for ya lass?" he asked as he stood up and walked slowly over towards her. "Are ya' in some trouble?"

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon -> Central Hall
Skills: Charisma, Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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There would be no moment alone, not here not in this place. More were coming into the Starry Salon and a man approached from the other room. She returned the nod. Evening," she said. Then a gun fired and echoed to the room. The chanteuse didn't flinch. Her eyes fixed in the direction of the of the bang. It seemed the man that had been standing his post this entire time had finally decided to move, granted a gun shot was a damn compelling reason. The woman she had asked a moment before gave her a bit of an explanation and reason not to go before she left the room and headed to the Ballroom. Amaranthine however was far from moved. As another came in, Amaranthine did not respond but she gave a courteous bow of her head before the woman in the sage hued gown who stood far taller than she gave her own two §era as it were.

"Perhaps but they're concern seems far more lax that should be accounted for, do excuse me," she said to them before moving quickly on her short legs. Even a longer stride for her had to be quick as she moved to catch up with the staff man who had left his post. His longer legs meant she had to nearly run. It was by grace of fate alone she did not have a long and thick flurry of skirt and petticoats to deal with. Catching up to him she bumped into him and her arm came up, nearly sending them both toppling.

"Watch yourself woman." His voice was dry, short, and vexed as he eyed her with irritation before he kept going.

"My humblest apologies," She lowered her head, her shoulders dropping as she placed her hand to her chest and curled her fingers along the top of her corset. Bowing slightly in the process. Her eyes came up as he kept going and she was quick to follow, this time keeping her distance from him but still following.