Lady Absinthia

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Night Falls Unexpectedly

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There was a long silence as Ben sat there, rocking back in the chair slightly as his rested crossed against his chest. A trail of smoke curled up from the ember at the end of his cigarette. He didn't look at Sophia when she asked and he didn't speak to answer her but he nodded in confirmation to her suspicion. He only moved life from one thing to another. He didn't create life. If only it were that simple. Ruthie leaned back slowly, slouching in her seat as she heard that Ben had had to hurt others to save her. She looked around slightly disturbed by the information and looked around nervously before she asked a question now burning in her mind. "Who... who did you... for me?" she asked.

Ben took a long drag from his cigarette and huffed out the smoke roughly. "Lodz." It was a simple single name but Ruthie looked floored as she gasped and her hand covered her mouth. She had a look of disbelief on her face. "You got bit because of him! I..." he stopped as Ruthie got up and stormed out. Ben didn't move from his seat. He had known Ruthie for years now and she was one of the few people he was close with at the Carnivale. He knew better than to try to talk to her right now. He instead turned his attention back to the conversation and looked over towards James and then Andromeda. Both seemed to have the same question. "Yeah, is runs in the family. At least my line it does, others can't have kids. Isn't that right?" he said looking over towards Gio and then Gilbert.

Libby got to the water and waved at the three women who were finishing up and starting to fold the clothing, putting it back in the hampers they had carried out there. They just looked over to her and went back to their work. "Strange one them girls," she said as she put her cigarette out on a rock and slipped her shoes off. "Naw I don't mind. Nice talking to someone knew. Gaw, gets so dull talkin' to them same ones day in and say out, 'specially when they won't talk back!" her voice climbing to a shout at the end as she looked over at the girls. "Well I guess we did I mean we traveling all the time so been ever'where over da years. But ain't ever been this far east. So yeah, guess we did," she said as she pulled off her dress. She was still in her bra and lace shorts. Stepping over to the water she put her feet in and tested the temperature. "Hell if I know. Management says go here we go there. Ain't ever knowing the reason why, we ain't been on a real circuit for years. Not since we picked Ben up," she told them before she dove into the water. Coming up she giggled slightly as she pushed her hair out of her face.

The gate to the property swung shut with a loud clang that echoed through the property, it locking into place. Libby didn't seem to pay attention to it but Ben did as his head snapped towards the direction of the gate they had been let in through. The day seemed to push forward and the sun sank rapidly until it was dusk and the light dimmed greatly over the grounds. "Seems she's ready to talk," Ben said before downing the rest of his drink. Placing his cigarette between his lips and standing up. Pushing his chair back under the table he picked up his cup and set it in the sink before walking leisurely down the steps of the kitchen house and heading back towards the Carnivale set up.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: The driver looked over to William and chuckled a bit. There was a slow shake of his head. "Oh no, not me," he said as he pulled out a ripped piece of linen from his pocket and blew his nose. Wiping it a few times he shoved it back into his pocket as he grunted. "Don't get me wrong, I be a fair man with a blade but that training I hear those have studied, it was never mine," he said as he walked over to the carriage and sat down slowly on the step of it. It lowering some with the weight but just barely. "Worked me whole life that I can be remembering, was no time for such things. Mouth to feed and all," he added as he glanced back to the younger man. "And you? You must be, in what?" he asked as he sat there and then turned his head slightly.

From around the back corner of the house two horses ran out with riders. One was Thomas and the other was the Lord Egerton. The dust kicking up and graveling getting spewed this way and that as he rushed passed the men and out the gate of the wall that ran around the grounds of the house. The driver sighed as he watched. "Apparently I am stuck here for far longer than I expected," he groaned a bit and leaned against the door of the carriage. With Lord Egerton gone with Thomas Kirkpatrick, it did seem like they would be there for sometime, that is if the Lord Rutherford and his fiance were going to wait on him.

Inside Millicent looked up from her writing and tilted her head towards Maeve. Looking back down she then looked back at the woman and spoke. "It is one things to be informed of something but it is another to have it confirmed tis all," she said before she went back to writing. Placing the quill down she folded the paper and sealed it. Unfastening the necklace that hung around her neck she heated a wax stick against the candle and sealed the letter, pressing the pendant into it to leave a mark before fanning the self made envelope. Blowing the candle out she rose from her place and held it out to the girl. "Would you be good enough to have this sent?" she asked. On the envelope there was a name and an address. "It must get to London post haste. It is of dire importance."

Port Annan: There was a look from Ludwig. His brow going up and nodding. It seemed like he liked the idea as his head bobbled as he held his book closer to his chest. "Oh yes, yes. Down and down, smaller and smaller, we ride and I ride. Mighty steed can rest and I can watch, watch unseen and seeing all. Yes, I ride, I ride, so small I be," he rambled on and on. Mighty steed can rest? Oh yes, he was referring to Dieter, his ferret not his brother.

Head spun around on its pivot as the mighty Vlad spoke towards Ludwig and he grinned. "Before the night! Yes, yes, before the shadows creep back! Before the sun is swallowed! We will see the Green in color!" he exclaimed before spinning and his knees buckled. Dipping he walked a wobbly walk after Constantine. He would ride with the man who walked on fire! A new adventure in a new bag! Oh yes, such wonderful things. He was about to flitter into a small creature when he stopped and jumped slightly. "Food ahoy, there is food," he said pointing in an overly dramatic fashion towards the tavern at the outskirts of town, it was just in time to spot the woman who had been on the boat with them enter it. What had happened to the man that had been with her was anyone's guess. Maybe he had gone to relieve himself? Or had entered before her? It was anyone's guess at this point.

Over in the Inn, when Colette entered she would see a small town in and tavern. There were stairs at the back that lead up to the rooms. The main part of the tavern wasn't too big but it was busy. Not as busy as it had been but still busier than normal. There was a young woman walking around serving the few tables that were there. There was a bar that ran the length of one wall with an older man behind it with a wet rag, wiping down the bar top while talking to one of the customers. As he spotted the young woman his large brows rose and he stepped out from behind it. "Afternoon miss, I be Nigel, owner and keeper here. What's can I be doin' for ya lass?" he asked her.

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Carlisle: The men looked oddly at the woman and the man that was with them. "Um, yes Miss, I can get ya there but I wouldn't wish to push the horses faster. If the carriage were to break we could be delayed days and these are dark times," he said.

The younger man scoffed. "I can get ye there, for triple price without issue," he boasted.

Ny stood there and flapped and smacked his gums a few times as he leaned against his cane. The older man rolled his eyes slightly. "We've had terrible odd storms as of late, the roads are mud and rushing like that would just cause issues. You can't promise such things," the old man said but the younger man was having none of it.

"Oh please, any driver worth this salt can do this journey. I have made it many times," he said proudly.

Ny looked over towards Virginia and tilted his head. "By your leave Miss, you make such a call, the journey is yours," he said, leaving it to her to decide.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Grand Vestibule -> Music Room (Doorway)
Skills: Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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Perhaps it would have been well to listen to the large man who had told her it was best not to get mixed up in everything that was going on but she was compelled to keep pushing forward. There were plenty of reasons not to, both personal and other, yet her little legs kept carrying her through the Grand Vestibule. While her stride was nothing compared to that of Quinton's or even that of the average heighted person she was managing well, very well indeed did she manage as she entered the Breakfast Room and saw the mess of the table that had once been so pristinely arranged when they had arrived. Dishes and food were smashed and turned over. Drips of tea and wine fell to the floor below and her rush to keep up increased as she spotted the broken door.

Quickly she had moved around the front of the table to the doorway to the Music Room. (Successful Dex Check to move 2 rooms.) Yet she did not go any further and despite the fact she had moved quickly she hadn't moved at a speed fast enough to over hear what was going on as of yet. She couldn't see Dr. Swamp, for he was against the wall. Nor Plum, as he was next to Swamp. She did however see another large man on the other side of the room, a woman who was similar in height and weight to her but that was where the resemblance ended. This woman, Walnut, was more her mirror. Porcelain skin to her warmed ivory. Platinum hair to her deep cinnamon. Stopping behind Jasper she spotted the bits on the floor and bit her bottom lip. Maybe she hadn't heard a child scream. Maybe it was this woman? It was the only thing that made sense right then. "Oh my, what happened?" she asked, her voice could be heard in the room.

🦄 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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Notes: The ship is back to it's normal speed right now. It had upped the speed overnight to get back on schedule but things are status quo right now. You will dock at your destination tomorrow midday and everyone will disembark before the boat reloads and resupplies only to head back to Cairo. There will be a stop midday in Benha for the afternoon, people will be allowed to leave the boat during this time to look around the city and see the sites. They will leave the docks at sunset.

*Okay, you know the drill by now. We are on round 2 now of "breakfast", after the next round I will be moving on. As I said last round, not spending 3 rounds to get breakfast, we are pushing forward.

Mid-Breakfast: Vera shook her head. She obviously wasn't feeling well. "No, just am going to sleep, please tell my uncle I am just under the weather and I will catch up with you all later in the day if I feel up to it, if not, I will rind the steward later on for something to eat," she said. Granted it didn't come as gracefully as it is read, she stuttered and had to force down the want to vomit again before throwing the covers over her head. The last thing she wanted to do was try to walk right then, or even eat. It would pass, she was sure of it. Right then she just needed some more rest. The last few days had taken their toll on her.

The servant looked over at Richard. "So sorry sir, will get it cleaned up post haste," he said as he scrambled to do just that. Breakfast was already well underway and the minutes ticked by quickly. It always did this time of the day on a ship filled with passengers. People were eager to get the day started and there had been a lot of talk of Benha. Granted it was one of the small towns right then but it was more modern. There wasn't a lot left over from ancient times but there was some nice sites to see. The big draw was that the city was famous for it's roses. They were used in perfume's the world over.

Poor Vera didn't seem to be able to respond vocally to Gene. It wasn't that she was ignoring the woman it was just she felt horrid. She peaked out from under the covers and nodded a bit before slipping back beneath them. George stood up quickly as the door opened and looked at Gene before looking over her shoulder and seeing the mound of Vera beneath the covers. He nodded a bit. He had hoped she wouldn't have caught cold from being in the river the night before but it seemed she had afterall. Looking towards Nora he smiled slightly but there was a worried look in his eye. "Mmmm, morning," he said in a raspy voice. Turning his attention back to Gene the smile faded. "Mmm, maybe let her sleep. If mmm you would like, mmm I can sit with her mmm while you all get breakfast," he said offering to give them a bit of a break after a night all cooped up in the room together. It wasn't the worst accommodations but it was a bit crowded in that room.

Vera peaked her head back out and spotted George. She gave a slight nod, indicating she was fine with that idea. Granted she probably shouldn't be alone in a room with a man since she was not wed but right then, even the proper blue stocking didn't care. She felt terrible and she didn't want the girls to have to watch over her but she knew her uncle wasn't going to let her be alone right then, not after everything that had happened over the last several days. George did seem a decent fellow after all and he had been friends with Peter. She felt she could trust him, she hoped the others felt the same.

During this time, stewards made the rounds. One slipping a note beneath Josephine's door. Inviting her to accompany the Captain and the Lord Major for breakfast on the Sun Deck. Another came to the door and George turned his head as he stopped. "Oh, this does make my travels shorter," he said before handing over similar notes to both Nora and Gene since they were standing there. Bidding them good day he headed back off. People were gathering and taking their seats. Some looked like they had had too much to drink, others looked like they needed far more sleep. Most though looked eager to start the day. There was security making their way through the ship, checking rooms and such and double checking tickets to try to figure out who had had a hand in the robberies the night before and yet they were coming up empty handed.

The captain of the ship sat on the Sun Deck, sipping his tea as a crew member came over to him. "All messages delivered," he said and the Captain checked his watch.

"Good, good," he said before the man went on his way and the Captain set down his tea cup. Pulling out a book he thumbed through it as he waited for his guests. He wasn't sure if they would show up. He wouldn't be offended if they did not. It was a last minute invitation and all and the lot of them had been through quite the ordeal the night before. For all he knew they would skip breakfast or have it in their room this morning. He would begin eating in a moment if no one showed up.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: Roy chuckled a bit. "Fuck no, Stan wouldn't allow that shit," Roy said confidently. "If Marvel was mixed up in this shit, then wouldn't Stan make sure it took a turn for the good guys?" he said giving his partner a bit of a smile. There was a ding in the car and Roy looked down at the dash. They were running low on gas. "We gotta find a station," he said and took the next exit. They weren't too terribly far from Grimm but the last thing he wanted was to run out 20 miles outside of town. Not with the shit he had seen on the news about Grimm last year.

"Yeah, get that but fuck, all we got at this point. Hey, fuck it, it's worth the google right?" he said pulling into a gas station and killing the engine. "Hey, gonna fill her up and grab a drink, you want anything?" he asked as he took the keys out of the ignition and slipped them into his pocket. He waited to hear if she wanted anything before getting out of the car and running inside. He would pay with cash. He wasn't leaving a credit trail, not if he could help it. Grabbing some things from the cold section and then some snack food he walked up towards the counter. He had to wait in line behind a man that was a few inches taller than him, which was saying something. Granted Roy wasn't any mammoth of a man but he stood a solid 6'1" which was well above the 5'9" height of the average American man.

"Alright, that'll be $11.34," the clerk said. The girl couldn't have been more than twenty years old, mousey blond hair pulled back in a low pony tail. She was smacking gum and looked to not want to be there. A half tucked in Shell Logoed polo and ripped jeans and wearing a bad attempt at contouring. The man handed over some cash and waited for his change. "Here ya go," she added as she handed over the change. The man took it and turned around, brushing passed Roy without a word. Roy juggled the things in his hands as the door rang signalling the guy leaving and heading into the parking lot. Dropping the things on the counter he pulled out his wallet.

"And I need $30 on pump three," Roy added. The girl nodded and started ringing him up as she popped a bubble with her gum, bopping slightly. That was when Roy noticed she had a bud in her ear, seemed she was listening more to her music than what was going on around her. He wasn't going to fault the girl. It couldn't have been the most exciting job to be the gas station attendant in the middle of no where Indiana. Granted right then, it seemed a step up from the shit he was dealing with.

Chicago, Illinois: Adelaide wiped the tears from her face and nodded slightly. "No, it's alright, you didn't know," she said with a sniffle. Taking a breath she looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "It wouldn't surprise me," she started before adding. "Not that Marc was the type of guy to have enemies. He was a good guy. Marc was the kind of guy that got along with everyone. It was just his line of work that makes me think this wasn't an accident. Marc was a Navy Seal, survived Afghanistan. He's been in the FBI for years. So also not the type to go down easy. And with my ex-husband just getting killed on live TV..." Her words trailed off. Lawson's story had hit major airways recently. A live news break about a shoot out happening over at the docks in Justice California between two men. One had been a well known arms dealer, the other had been her ex-husband, David Lawson. "David was working with Marc when he died. So yeah, I doubt this is a coincidence."

Over in the bathroom the toilet flushed and the door swung open as Zoie stepped back out, zipping up her pants and walking over to the sink. "Yeah, that Mexican fella, Caesar. He's MSS's owner. The others I didn't recognize, at least not the tall built man. The girl, she looks familiar, but I just can't place it. I know I done see her somewhere," she said as she washed her hands. Shaking them off she grabbed some paper towels and started drying them off. "What the hell ya think they're doin' here?" she asked, half just wondering out loud, half wondering what Mali was thinking. "Can't be good I figure."

"No worries, I speak Spanish," Atticus said before taking a puff form his cigarette. He had been born and raised in the southwest. Sure, English was the main language but it wasn't like the United States had an official language and growing up in states that lined the southern border you were better off learning Spanish since it was the first language more than half your classmates spoke. He listened to what Caesar had to say and nodded. "I get ya, I can get the word to him." Dropping the spent butt into the can he gave it a shake before opening a drawer in his desk and searching through it. "You just want a message sent to him or you want to talk to him directly?" he asked as he kept looking through his drawer. Finally finding a key he stood up and walked over to the shelves that lined the wall. Picking up an old looking box he brought it back over to his desk and set it down.

"Fuck yeah, love me some Maggie Smith, that old maid is fucking brutal. Life goals, to be able to stare someone down the way she can. It's like ice," Claire laughed as she drove. She listened to Keystone give her a little background on him. She was sure it wasn't the whole story but shit, no one gave the full story at first. That was learned over time. Well unless you were a girl who liked to ramble on. Claire wasn't that girl though, oh sure she rambled a lot but usually not about herself. Usually it was bitching about her brothers.

"Me? Shit, I was prize fighting down in India for a bit after I went to visit me brother out there. Ended up leaving and heading over to Europe with a friend to catch up, met Alicia when I was in London," she said as she took a hard turn. "We hit it off and when I finished that last damn world tour I came to work here in Chicago. Seemed like a nice change. Don't get me wrong. Adele is fucking aces, really down to earth gal and cusses more than my family drunk on St. Patty's Day but different town every damn night and I was spent, think this is a better fit. Well until I get back in the ring," she said as she pulled up to MSS Chicago and drove the car under the building. There was a parking deck beneath it she had to stop at a gate to get through. This places security was a lot tighter than over in Justice but then again, the Chicago location was one of the bigger and longer standing ones, scanning her card she drove in and found a parking space.

Grimm, Indiana: "You do that girl," Grace said and followed Riley out of the gun room before locking it back up. Heading behind her desk she sat down and hung the keys back up on the nail that was located on the wall behind her seat. Picking up her device she went back to playing Candy Crush, the phone wasn't ringing and she really didn't have anything else to do right then. Sure she worked at the police station but it wasn't like she was a cop. She just kept things running there at the station, taking calls, doing paper work, and making sure the small force had what they needed. When they had it that was. This wasn't exactly Chicago or even Gary.

"Heading out to the Tinders place," Tim said as he came out of his office. Looking up from her game she nodded solemnly from her game.

"Good luck."

"Yeah," he said before pushing the door open and heading outside. Seeing the girls he nodded slightly before climbing into his cruiser and starting it up. Pulling out slowly he turned onto the street and headed towards the Tinders home, it wasn't far from the Grimaldi's but that wasn't really saying anything. There were three small sections of town for housing. One was the area where the Grimaldi's house was, it was considered the rich side of town. Old money folk basically and usually all related to someone who had started the town hundreds of years ago. Then there was the middle class area a few miles away. That was where people like the Tinders and the McMillians had always lived. Then there was the poorer side of town, where Tim and people like Kai had grown up. They were all decently close together but then again, so was everything in Grimm. It was a small town after all.

Let's Gush!

Oh Happy Day!

I have to send a huge congrats out to all my peeps in Deeper Than The Sands!
It has been a hell of a ride so far. People burned alive, strange dreams, robbery, murder, and one death by leg lamp LOL. Can't wiat to see what happens next!
3 years and still going strong! Way to go peeps!
Thank you so much to all the peeps that have been in it over the years but mostly my gushing goes out to @Sigil @Morose @Nallore @Rivaan @FantasyChic & @ONL for sticking it out and making it the wonderful RP it is today!

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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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Everyone that had come into what had once been the Sauna Room were now taken care of and Shears had a hell of a mess to clean up. A pile of lice infected hair on the ground was not fun to deal with. Everyone seemed to be dealing with it in stride, save one. The former read head. Shears looked over to her and shook his head. "Damn girl, you just came in from hell, don't even wanna know what your ass has been through. So what, you had a few bugs? So what, your bald. Would be worse. Could be dead, or have lost a limb, or more. A few bugs ain't nothing, so keep shooting me dagger but why don't get you suck it up Buttercup. I ain't be the one that gave you the crawlies. I just got rid of them. It'll grow back," he rambled off moving around as he grabbed the broom and started sweeping it up. He was rather animated about the entire situation.

Doc rubbed his face and looked over towards Shears. "Man, let it go," he said as he pushed off the wall and shouldered his bag once it was repacked.

"Shit, we got dead people walking and she's worried about a little dome shine," he snapped back.

"Shears!" Doc snapped and the older black man rolled his eyes, huffed and went back to cleaning.

"Tell you what, I can't deal with useless people," Shears muttered. Major kept quiet and pushed the door open, stepping out of the room and pinning it to where everyone could file out.

"Come on, let's get you all something to eat. I'll see what I can do to find you all some scarves to wear tomorrow. Would today but with that close of a shave I don't want your skin to get irritated and you to get a rash. Don't worry, you still look lovely and hey, like he said, at least the bugs are gone now," Doc said before motioning for everyone to follow him back to the conference room. Doc was sure he could find something for them to cover their heads with in the camp but he didn't want their skin to get a rash and then lead to something worse. It was best to let the skin air for now.

"Yeah I'll bring the boy over," Shears said before looking over at Hunter. "Hell yeah I can trim you up, let me get all this cleaned and then I got you. Get you all lined up nicely," he said grinning. "It's what I do," he added as he started sterilizing the chair and his tools to make sure no one else got the bugs. Doc nodded and lead them out of the room and back towards the conference room. He sniffed the air some and his eyes narrowed.

Meanwhile, the food was being served and it seemed that people were enjoying it. It made Mae smile to see it. Moralez looked over towards Ash and nodded. "Hey man I get it. That shit is my life blood. We're lucky to have it, think this place would shut down without it," he laughed a bit as he picked up a fritter and popped it into his mouth. Looking over to catch Thalia mumbling a thank you he laughed. "Sure thing girl, get your fill."

Mae in the meantime looked over towards Manny and smiled. "Nice to meet you Manny. Been here since the beginning. It's good. Was really hard the first three years but we've gotten into a routine and well... How to put this," she said, trying to find the right words.

"It's home," Moralez pipped in and Mae nodded, motioning towards the man and agreeing. "I've only been here the last two years, started out on helping build that wall. I was down in Miami when shit broke out. Oh man, that was hard, slowly made my way up the coast and then here. Ain't easy, even with everything we got, but it's home. Good group of people and you really can't ask for more than that," he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. When he was asked about his name he grinned like a child.

"Oh, you don't want that story while your eating," Mae piped in and gave Moralez the stink eye. He just laughed.

"Aww hell, alright. Will fill you in later," he chuckled, heeding the look Mae was giving him.

Major followed the larger group back to the conference room. She would head back over to Shears once she had dropped them off with Panama and the others. As Doc pushed the door open and made a beeline for the table. "Mae! God damn it! How many times!" he started but Mae picked up a large steel ladle and stepped out from behind the table.

"Oh no you don't! Don't you be talking to me like that!," she said waiving it around a bit. Doc stopped in his tracks.

"You know how it goes! They need something easy and soft, their stomachs probably can't handle this!" Doc yelled back. It was obvious they had gone through this dance before.

"Oh fudge, then get them some pepto! What they need is warmth, comfort. This food, it's for the soul," Mae said waiving the ladle towards the table.

"Amen sista!" Moralez said throwing up his hands.

"Goat I will serve you up A La King," Doc said quickly. It didn't phase Moralez, he just laughed and walked over to Mae, wrapping an arm around her and keeping her from whacking Doc in the head with that soup server.

"Come on Mae, we gots other souls to heal, he's just jealous," he taunted as he lead Mae out of the room. Glancing over at the ones that had come back. "Looking hot girls," the Goat said towards the women and then he looked at Hank. "You, not so much," he chuckled before finally getting Mae out of the room. Once they were gone Doc rubbed his face and started digging through his bag.

"Woman is determined to make my job harder," he muttered under his breath as he flopped down in a chair behind the table. Looking over the food before planting his face into his hands.

*Okay, those in the conference room, you are good. Those with Doc, file back over to the conference room and grab a bite to eat. Hunter is good to stick it out with Shears for now.

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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 looked over towards Jack as he came and sat down next to her. After spoon feeding some food to Jamie, she glanced over her shoulder towards Wayne and nodded a bit. ₁"Stranno, no khorosho. On ne o chem bespokoit'sya, ya ne dumayu," she said quietly, just loud enough for Jack to hear her before turning her attention back to her plate and taking a bite herself. She would go back and forth between giving Jamie some food, looking around nervously, and then taking another small bite herself. Jamie seemed to not be sure what to think of the food but even if he seemed not to like it, Tatiana would give him another bite. He would eventually get it down. "Food is rare, alvays eat vhen you can," she would repeat to him time and time again. She wasn't going to raise a picky eater or someone that snubbed food when it was around. She knew better, she had gone many a days and even weeks without what she needed. Jamie would go to bed tonight with a full stomach, even if his taste buds weren't sure it was a good idea.

Poking at her food a bit between bites she looked back over to Jack and asked quietly, "₂Kak vy dumayete, oni chto-nibud' znayut o Tane?" It was a legitimate question. Tatiana had kept tabs on things. It was why they were here. He had handed over the dog tags. One of the men they had met had the same last name as her and same eyes. Granted an answer might have to wait as the others came back into the room. Doc and Mae seemed to be at odds and Tatiana held Jamie a bit tighter. Listening she then looked down at the food and thought to herself. It made sense what the doctor was saying. Granted years ago she would have sided with Mae. Now, she wasn't so sure. Slowing down she paced herself a bit more with the food and kept tabs on how her stomach was feeling.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
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Wayne seemed not to pay a lick of attention to anything. The man was sitting there and eating like he hadn't eaten anything in weeks. That wasn't true though. He had eaten. Granted it wasn't much, just enough to get by and it sure as hell wasn't anything like this. He'd take a large bite and just sit there, moaning a bit to himself and every so often saying something along the lines of "Oh god," or "I could die happy right now," or just variations of "mmm mmm mmm," and "yum, yum, yum." It was obvious that the man was enjoying himself and didn't have any interest in carrying on any real conversation. The only thing he did besides eating was to swat at something in the air every so often before shoveling another forkful into his mouth. Thankfully even with the larger bites, he was able to keep his lips shut when he chewed.

Then the Doc came back in and seemed rather upset by the spread that Mae had given them. He looked down at his plate for a minute as Moralez lead Mae out of the room. Wiping his mouth with the back of his robe sleeve he chuckled. "Don't worry about me Doc, I could eat a jeep and my stomach wouldn't care," he called out before shoveling another roll into his mouth and grinning broadly. It was true. Despite everything that was wrong with Wayne, and let's not kid ourselves there was plenty wrong with the man, having a sensitive stomach was not one of them. That man had dug worms out of the ground, dropped them in his mouth still wiggling, and kept going like he had just eaten a piece of chocolate. While his life was blessed with a grand amount of suck, his belly seemed to love him no matter what. It was a small trade off but one he enjoyed. It made this life, living on the run, a lot easier. He had never had to worry about an SSJ4 level over 9000 ass blow out in his life. Hell, the man had even eaten Surströmming at one point in his life and asked people around him what the big deal was.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hallway -> Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titan looked rather confused when Amaranthine spoke of a child screaming. He hadn't heard a thing and it didn't even cross his mind to think she could have been referring to the scream he made. Maybe she was talking about the yelp and scream that had recently come from the room. Oh he had heard it alright but he wasn't going back that way. Nope, he might be dumb, but he wasn't stupid. Or something like that. So he let Amaranthine head off. "Yes, run run run to the danger. I am sure those short legs and that case will protect you well!" he called out with a bit of a laugh before popping another grape into his mouth. It popped between his teeth and his grin grew. The man did love a good grape.

Turning on his heels he looked back to where the Lord of the Manor was standing. He could have said something but he didn't. Just giving the man a bit of a wink and a grin as he stood there. Taking a few long strides and Titian was back in the Starry Salon. Granted, it wasn't the first time he had been in there. He had seen the room earlier but then he was accompanied by quite the woman. Lovely, quick witted, and apparently balls to the nuts bat shit crazy? Who knew! "Dodged a bullet with that one," he said to himself before he caught the joke he had just made to himself and started laughing. "Oh oh, dodged a bullet? I say, I sometimes surprise myself by how funny I am. Dodged a bullet! HA!"

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕄uch 𝔽uckery

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There was a bit of a grin on the mans lip as the girl spoke, he didn't answer her right away and it was a good thing. She asked question after question, he would have had to interrupt her to get a word in and that would just break the flow of conversation. "You may call me Maestro," he said, introducing himself but it wasn't much of an introduction. Granted neither was her name all thigns considered. The man looked at Miss Creme and shook his head, finally addressing the other questions. "Oh no, we don't play, that would be left to the little lady who exited, stage right," he said as he pointed back towards the doors which Amaranthine had exited through a bit ago. "We perform yes, but why type of event do you mean? How would you classify this event?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side as he watched her.

In the meantime Quinton had kept a slight eye on Titian as he left the room. He muttered something under his breath before turning his attention back towards the direction the woman's scream and the gun shot had come from. Thing was, when he got into the Breakfast Room he could see Jaspers back, through a large hole in the door. Tilting his head to the side he called out. "What the hell happened here?" he asked as he moved through the Breakfast Room. Jasper let out a bit of a huff as he stood there and took the key before taking a step back and to the side, away from the three.

"Fuckery. Fuckery is what happened and is happening," Jasper said as he moved around the far side of the piano, keeping his distance from the others. Reaching the door to the Joyous corridor he unlocked it and it wasn't Jane standing there. It was a very tall man, taller than Titian. He was the speechless man whom had been in the Gun Room earlier. It seemed that Jasper had all the muscle he needed right then. Jasper looked a bit surprised but he shook it off. There was fuckery afoot. "These three need to be detained and checked of any more weapons, if they have any, strip them of such... hindrances," Jasper said flatly as Jonas stepped silently into the room. "Any resistance, just end them. It would make things much simpler." It was obvious Jasper wasn't having it.

(Blush and Cobalt will receive PM's in a bit.)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Curious

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Ruthie gave a slight nod as her fingers wrapped around the cup. "Thanks," she said before taking a sip, her eyes not really looking anywhere until they went behind her as something seemed to catch her attention. Rolling her eyes she downed the rest of the cup and refilled it, Gilbert had said it was alright. Ben looked at her and let out the tiniest of smiles before taking another long pull from his cigarette, his legs stretching out before him. The question was asked towards Ruthie and she looked over towards Ben. "Don't see why not, it's what he does." Ben however was already shaking his head a bit.

"Naw, don't work like that. I can't do that," Ben said as he rubbed his his chin.

"Ya, you can. I've done seen it. Not just with me but Jonesy and that kid," Ruthie said setting the cup down on the table.

"You saw how that all worked?" he asked her a bit surprised.

"I knows I was deader than Jesus and Gabe begged and you brought me back. Same with that kid. You, you just looked at him and he come back," Ruthie said as she sat there leaning slightly as she rested her hand over Bens. Ben pulled it away from her and shook his head.

"That ain't what happened," he protested.

"The hell is ain't Ben."

"I can't just conjure up some healing or resurrection from scratch. It'd don't work that way. All I do is move life. From one body to another," he said as he picked up her cup and then moved it to the other side of the table.

"So to heal someone?" Ruthie asked quietly, starting to understand a bit more.

"I gotta hurt someone and ain't nothing even, the longer, the more healing, the worse it is, the more blood I gotta shed," he said before placing the cigarette between his lips and pointing out the back door of the Kitchen House to the bald patch of ground. "Ain't nothing ever gonna be there again." There was a dawn of realization on Ruthies face and she nodded a bit, the color draining from her face as she took another drink. Ben turned his head and looked over towards Gilbert. "And I doubt I could raise the Raised," he said. It was a hell of a line to bring back the dead but to bring back the 'Non-Dead', that was a line even Lady Luck hadn't crossed. Taking a puff from his cigarette he just looked down at the table. "I didn't just born this way. Just like all them before me."

Libby half stopped when she heard someone. Spinning around lazily on the balls of her feet. She laughed a bit. "Well I ain't part of one of them traveling tent revivals," she said as she finally came to a full stop and crossed one arm over the other in a relaxed fashion. "Well nice to meet ya both and sure y'all, ask away, that is if you don't mind following me. I gotta rinse off, dust be everywhere on me and I mean everywhere," she said as she turned on her heels and started walking back towards the waters edge where she had been headed in the first place. "Name's Libby, most just call me Lib."