Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Well that was a kick in the nuts. Titian grunted slightly as Lord Bardolf spoke more. It seemed that even if it was spring they were going to be stuck there for some time. With it being winter and a storm rolling in, they could be here months. Now, being stuck in one place for months on end was not uncommon in Rutas Mu. It just seemed to be the standard when winter set in but being stuck here, in this place, with these people, with more than one dead already, that could prove to ruin a good time even for Titian. Granted that didn't seem to play on his face. He just seemed to shrug at the idea of being stuck in this place and walked over to a bench and had a seat. It probably wasn't a good idea to stand behind Lord Bardolf anyways, towering over the man, he could give the man a complex.

Stretching out his legs he got comfortable and kept listening. A slow smile creeping on his face as Lord Bardolf asked if they had any ideas. He had some but none of them really involved anything but enjoying himself. Most probably weren't a good idea right then, especially the one he settled on, but hey, it wasn't like he spent a lot of time pondering the ways of Rutas Mu. "Yeah, I got one," he said as he planted his feet on the ground and pushed the bench back until it hit the wall and he leaned back against it getting even more comfortable. "I ain't wearing this fucking thing for days and maybe weeks," he said pointing to his mask. "Fuck THAT!" he said as he reached up and behind his head, unfastening the mask and pulling it off his face as he tilted his head down to the ground. Rubbing his free hand over his face he tossed his mask onto the open spot of the bench next to him before looking up and giving a broad grin at the rest of the people there. "God I hate that fucking thing."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

ℙlans ℂhange

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The man turned his head and looked over towards the woman whom was speaking to him directly first. "If it were spring the repairs themselves would take at least a week but with it being winter and the first snows setting in, I sadly do not have an estimate. It does appear we are stuck with each other for the time being though I doubt that was without design considering the circumstances in which you all arrived in my home," Lord Bardolf said in a dry voice. He did not seem pleased at all over the current situation, though could one blame him? Many were invited to his home without his permission and now the connection bridge to the outside world had been demolished. It was enough to make even the most joyous angered. Turning and looking towards Moss he shook his head. "Indefinitely are the estimates at this point. A winter storm is breaking. We could be held here within the manor itself for days."

That was the way of Rutas Mu, the winder storms were a time to hunker down and try to just stay alive. A single storm could cause those within a single building to be stuck for days at a time, and if the weather didn't permit the snow could stop all travel and work for weeks until Spring was there. This was the beginning of winter, they were barely two weeks in. It could be a long few months. "Though we will do what we can, for I do not wish you here any longer than is absolutely necessary as I can imagine the lot of you are eager to leave," he said pulling out the invitations that Jasper had handed over to him from the unwelcome guests. "Looking at these it seems though we have a common enemy. This Ardad Lili," he said looking down at each of the invitations before looking back at the group. "Any thoughts?" he asked as the Maestro moved from the piano over to the others he had arrived with.

The Joyous corridor was empty and all the doors save the one to the Music Room further down the hallway were closed. In the Gun Room, the woman had vanished back behind the false wall and it closed behind her, leaving Cobalt alone. In the music room, Quinton eyed the small woman helping Dr. Swamp. He took a step back and nodded. "Sewing room," he stated dryly as he pointed up. "I'll take over when you can no longer aide that ones climb," he added before motioning towards the door and heading into the breakfast room. Jonas grunted slightly and pushed on Walnut's shoulder, urging her forward and motioning with his other hand to follow Quinton.

(Blush will receive a pm shortly.)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Meeting Management

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Libby looked up at the sky and sighed a bit, she had been hoping to enjoy the sun a bit longer but all in all she didn't look surprised by what was going on right then as the sun dropped to the horizon. The three women finished folding the clothing and were heading back towards the main grounds of the property now. Walking slowly out of the water she shook her head. "Naw, I didn't know him. Don't know if anyone else did but hey we just go where management tells us. I don'e learned long time ago not to ask why. Even if I do get an answer chances are I don't understand it," she admitted as she started throwing on her clothing over her wet under garments. Someone could have known Peter for all she knew but then again, it wouldn't be the first time they went somewhere and no one knew a soul.

"Yeah, probably a good idea if you wanna talk to her," she said as she started walking. Glancing over at Faith she smiled a bit. "Oh Ben, it's good folk. Little stand offish and he don't talk too much but he saved my Jonesy," she said and then her face dropped thinking on it. "We were out west and there was an accident. Mom and kid fell, got hurt reals bad. Kid survived but mom didn't. We got blamed for it and high tailed it over state lines. Didn't stop the town. They grabbed me and Jonesy one night. Tar and feathered him," she said. He voice was tired as she spoke and it was obvious there was pain in her eyes as she remembered just how bad it was. "I thought he was gonna die but Ben... Ben he saved him, healed him right up. Weren't for Ben and I wouldn't have Jonesy..." she said before looking over with a sad face and smiling some. "And he ain't ever used it as a debt. He's just good folk," she added as she spotted the kitchen house.

Ben nodded a bit and walked out of the kitchen house and down the stairs. Crossing the road he headed towards the Carnivale set up. Most people had given half a glance to the sky but hearing the gate lock they looked like they weren't gonna bother with putting a show on that night. Some were milling about, most though headed over to the main tent and music could be heard playing. Seemed they were going to take advantage of having a night off. Ben lit up a cigarette and took a long pull from it as his finger curled over the butt. The cherry glowed red as he spotted Management's trailer. The door swung open and Jonesy stepped out, putting his cap back on his head and rolling his sleeves down as he moved down the stairs and out of the way. He was followed by Samson, who as soon as he was down reached an arm up and held it there waiting.

Then came a pale hand out of the door. It rested in Samson's hand as the albino woman with devilishly pink eyes came out and stepped down. Her umbrella went up and covered her from the remaining light of the day. With the aide of Samson she made her way down the steps and onto solid ground once again. "Thank you Samson," she said in an elegant voice. It was hard to place her accent. It was one very old and long vanished from the maps of the world today or yesterday. Looking around, her eyes seemed to hold a constant twitch and she blinked overly often. Seeing Ben and the others she held onto Samson's hand as he walked her over to them.

"Damiq Ud Naga Amelserru," she said to them. It was a language that few would understand, in fact out of all who had been within the loop only two spoke the language and of those there, it was down to one, Gilbert. It was the language of the Sumerian's. Looking at him she stood very still even if her eyes jumped as she stood there, they never seemed to hold still for long, constantly twitching back and and forth. It was hard to tell who she was looking at if one didn't pay constant attention. "Na Za Mudu Ummum, Giglamesh?" she asked as her head turned towards Gilbert.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: Millicent glanced back at the desk and then towards the door to check to see if anyone was there. Quickly she moved back over to the desk and slipped a large piece of parchment from under the stacks. It was the drawing of a ship and words were scribbled down around it. "This ship is of my fathers fleet and the last known location of my dearest friends parents. Why it is in this house worries me, it was stolen from my home not two days ago," she said before placing it back in the stack where it had been. She looked livid right then, angered that whomever had broken into her home had taken such a thing. Why it was there she didn't know but one thing was certain, it shouldn't be there.

The driver followed William around the back of the house and over to the steps leading up to the door. He stayed back as William knocked. It was a few moments before a portly lady with steely eyes popped the door open and looked down at them. She had a simple dress on and while he boots at one time might have been black or brown they were covered in dust and flour right then as she cleaned her hands off. "Ey, what can I be doing for ye?" she asked in an elderly voice.

"A meal ma'am if yas got it. We be traveling with guests of this house," the driver said as he pulled his cap off. She looked them over and nodded.

"Come on, knock yer boots off before ya come in, don't be wanting no mud on my floors," she said as she stepped back inside. There was a mud room just inside the door where coats and capes and shoes were stowed and a scraper they could tend to their boots with. There was a floor of smells coming into the mud room and just beyond an open door-frame was a large kitchen where several servants were standing around either working or just sipping something from glasses.

Port Annan: Nigel looked over towards Colette and rose a brow. He listened to what she had to say and nodded. "Oh yes, Lord Rutherford was in here earlier today. I cannot say about your friend fer sure but he was with a pretty young lady. Dark hair and eyes, looked worn and worried, and another man of rude disposition. They left with a violin player some hours ago. If I overheard correctly they were going to get a carriage, try the post, they should know," he said in a kind voice before noting that a rather showy man had walked into his tavern.

"Good day sir, I be Nigel, owner and operator of this tavern, what can I be helpin' ya with today?" he asked in the same kind voice he had spoken to Colette with.

Outside Ludwig grinned a happy grin. So happy not sad, not mad. Never mad, never to be mad, always glad for he was not mad or sad. He had spotted an inn, food to get, yes food to get. For him and the two men, the three trio they were, off on an adventure to save the damsel in distress. Distress, with tresses, he hoped. Not bald. Or Mauled. Would be bad and so sad and he did not want to be sad. A jaunty walk with Dieter on his shoulder, his ferret not his brother, he followed the man who walked on fire quickly over to the inn and waited to get in the in to see something besides the sea.

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Carlisle: The younger man huffed a bit. "Fine, whatever you want," he said as he went and sat down looking rather put out over her choice. Ny on the other hand nodded in agreement with the young Crypt lady. He was right along with her right then, it was better to be a tad safer right then than to risk being laid up for an extended period of time if things did go wrong.

"Yes Miss, let's go then," he said as he stepped over to his carriage and opened the door for them. Holding it there as Ny stepped over and looked around the inside for a moment. It wasn't a luxurious carriage that was to be sure but it was good enough. They didn't need velvet seats and curtains made of satin for this trip. They needed sturdy and strong to hold up. That is what they seemed to have. Reaching up he climbed up, tripping slightly but catching himself. Pulling himself fully into the carriage he slipped over to one side and got comfortable.

"Yes, yes, will do nicely, nicely indeed," he said as he pulled opened the linen curtains so they could see during the travel. The older man waited for Virginia to climb in and once she was situated he closed the door. One could feel the carriage dip some as he climbed up into the drivers seat. There was a moment of quiet before the sound of reigns snapping echoed and the carriage jerked forward. Just a small one to get the carriage moving out of the mud. After that it gradually gained speed as it headed north. They got to a good pace over all but it wasn't anything tremendous right then but it was doing well enough.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine watched and slowly stepped into the room and against the wall. A desperate look of worry etched on her face and while her mask kept most of it from being seen it was clearly evident in the way her shoulders trembled and her eyes widened as she heard more and more. "The bridge?..." she had whispered and half whimpered. This was not good. Not with everything else considered. Her look went from worried to shocked when Swamp told her that it had been the professor that had shot him, her eyes widening even more in surprise. "Oh dear..." she said once Jasper was gone. This was not good, not good indeed.

"Yes, of course, let's get you bandaged up," she said to Swamp before looking over towards the men that were in the room. "Is there somewhere we can take them?" she asked as she stepped over to Swamp. Making sure he had his cane and then slipping an arm around his waist as she got on the side of him that wasn't shot. "I'll help him," she said quietly but there was a firm look of determination through the worry in her eyes. She wasn't sure where they should go from this point so the two could be patched up but she did at least figure that staying in a room with a corpse was not the place to be and she desperately wanted to get out of there.

🦄 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: Pushing forward, Breakfast is ending and being cleaned up right now. Moving forward.

*Alright, said it last round - ending breakfast, any character already not seated and eating at the beginning of this post is S.O.L. when it comes to food until lunch now. (Beginning. Not middle, not end.)

Breakfast is Over: George had shook his head before Lauren had left. He didn't want anything. He wasn't particularly hungry and the way that Vera was acting, it would probably be best not to have any smells in the room that could trigger her vomiting again. At Gene's quip he looked over to her and smirked. "MMM, guess that counts out playing cards," he said in a slightly snarky voice but there was a grin on his lips before he went to fix a cold compress for Vera's brow. Once they were alone, Vera tried to sleep and George kept a simple but diligent watch over her. He had to, it's what Peter would have done. He kept telling himself that.

Breakfast was done being served by this point and things were getting cleaned up. The Captain took a look at his pocket watch before looking over towards the Lord Major, raising a brow slightly at the outbrust caused by the man who had come up. Clearing his throat. "Nothing as of yet I am sad to report but I have cancelled leave for the crew once we dock in Benha. The passengers such as yourself will be leaving to tour, we will be conducting a more thorough search then," he said before glancing towards man who had disturbed them and then looked back towards the Lord Major. "The more that leave the faster this search will be," he added before the girls came over and joined them. It seemed that Gene had no problem telling them what was going on with Vera. "If she should need anything, just ring the steward."

Raising from his seat he pushed in his chair and gave a slight smile. "If you all would excuse me, we will be docking shortly in Benha, I must ready the ship. Please, do take in the sights, it is an interesting town, who knows what could turn up in the bazaar. So many things are sold there," he said in a knowing voice. "Once found my own passport," he said before tipping his hat and heading back in the direction of the bridge.

He wasn't lying, it wasn't long before they were docked in Benha and the gangplank was down and ready to go. People were filing off the ship quickly, more were going than normal as an announcement had been made that lunch would be cancelled on the ship but vouchers for local places were handed out. Since there wouldn't be another meal on the ship until supper people were ready to go and were filing down the Gangplank, people being reminded to take their ID's with them and tickets so they could board again that afternoon.

The place was bustling, talk of the bazaar, places to eat. More about the roses of the area and the honey that seemed sweeter here than in other parts of the world. There was dotted talk about Leontopolis, it was just southwest of the town and known to be a place for treasure seekers, especially those who prized Egyptian tiles. So many people in the crowds, it was hard to keep track of who was there and who wasn't.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Road To Grimm: The guy that walked out of the gas station didn't look up from the ground as he walked before he got into gray Honda and pulled out of the gas station, turning and driving off. Roy came out holding a plastic bag filled with stuff as he walked back over to the car. Setting up the pump he started to fill up the tank. Pulling out a three bottles he handed them over to Cecily. "Didn't know if you wanted no pulp, some pulp, or a lot of pulp so I just grabbed all three," he said as he handed them to her through the window. Looking in the bag he searched around before pulling out a red looking box and set it on the dashboard in front of her. It was a box of animal crackers. "In case you got hungry," he added.

Once he was finished filling up the car he tightened down the gas cap and climbed into the driver seat. Pulling out Mountain Dew he downed it real fast and then pulled out another, shoving it in one of the cup holders. "Hrm, wonder if Tim minds if I eat in here," he said before shrugging and pulling out a bag of chex mix and ripping it open. He pulled a little too hard and the pieces of chex, pretzels, and other stuff flew all over the place. "Well fuck," he said as he started picking some up and brushing the rest on the floor board. Grinning with a mouthful he pulled out a slim jim and shoved it in his mouth as he turned the car on. "Alright, let's go," he said biting down on it as he pulled out of the gas station.

Chicago, Illinois: Over in the church the father nodded slightly and pushed the box aside. Resting back in his seat he pulled out the drawer of his desk, searching around he found a note pad and a pencil. A quick shove and it was closed as he reached over his desk and set it down on the other side for Caesar to use. "Then just write down what you want me to pass along," he said as he leaned back in his seat once again. "Though, if what Joaquin has told me is true I hope it isn't through his daughter, I don't think we have enough food in the city to feed her," he said with a slight chuckle. (Granted, due to earlier issues with pressing over the line with said NPC, a reminder is being placed that Thalia is decommissioned for this RP unless she is brought in as a full character - so she can't be used period.)

Resting his knuckles against the side of his jaw, Atticus waited for Caesar to put down exactly what he needed to relay through the church to his old mentor. "Rome might have gotten further for a time but we are still standing, like cockroaches after nuclear war. We aren't going anywhere as long as the Latin America's and Irish are on board," he said with a shrug. There was something to be said about the Irish and the Mexicans. They were so far apart but in the end they were nearly identical. Large families, heavy in Catholicism, drank, fought, had colorful festivals, mom was usually the most feared in the family even if dad was the toughest. There was a lot more from that. Granted looking at the Padre he looked to be a split mix of the two.

Claire looked over towards Keystone and nodded. "Really? Cool. Well next time she is in the states I'll let ya know, maybe yous can join us for some karaoke," she said with a smile. "Blue's a hoot." Claire didn't seem like she was teasing but she did laugh. "Should have been with us one night out in London, god we's were sloshed," she added remembering the last night before she left the tour. She still had a scar from it. Loads of fun in her book. Stepping out of the car she shrugged a bit. "I actually met Alicia tossing her ass out of the backstage. She was trying to get something signed for someone," she said as she shouldered her bag. "We kept in touch but didn't talk personal shit, I was undecided about taking the job for a while."

Shutting the door she pocketed her keys. As he mentioned her friend, Claire sighed a bit. "Tasha," she said quietly. "Natasha, Dr. Brinne. We were friends but me brother was smitten with her, couldn't exactly blame him. Pretty, smart, and with a spinning hook kick that could shatter concrete. Well when she was feeling good." Leaning against the car she crossed her arms over her chest and kicked at the ground a bit. "Bitch was too stubborn, should have been resting, not flying half way 'cross the world but hey, that was her." Adding a shrug she stiffened her upper lip and motioned for Keystone to follow her. "Come on let's get you a ride so you can get back to the boss."

There was a nod from Adelaide. "Oh I am pretty sure they are," she said as she sat there. "I got a package from Lawson a few days after he died, said to keep it safe until he or Marc could get it. What the fuck to do with it now I don't know. Turn it over or start digging," she said as she sat there gripping the wet and worn out tissue in her hand. "Kai is gonna kill me if I get mixed up in this shit storm. We left Grimm for a reason," she muttered under her breath. Sitting there she stared at the ground and sighed. "Seriously you want a job? You know how to dig better than I do." Seemed she had decided to say fuck it and start digging. "Maybe I'll get a fucking answer."

Zoie nodded as she stood there. "Yeah, Juno had a file on him a mile long, on him and some fucker named Roberts who owned a security company over seas. It was part of the information I swiped from the party the other night," she said as she pulled a small SD card from her pocket. "Among other things." Flipping it over in her fingers before tucking it back in deep, well as deep as she could, they were female jeans. They weren't exactly known for pockets. "I know some higher end places. Think I saw some food boxes on their car when we came in, must be a cheaper place close. Oh I do know a cafe, good food and drinks, more of a bar setting. We got a little time. I can get us to Grimm by nightfall if we leave in the next hour or two," she added before turning and heading out of the bathroom.

Grimm, Indiana (Grimaldi Manor): The drive over to Adelaide's parents house, better known in the area as Grimaldi Manor, was rather uneventful. Things around town seemed calm now that the fire had been put out from the plane crash. The smoke was white now coming up from the tree line off in the distance and the smell of smoke was starting to clear. Granted, there were a couple sets of people huddled on sidewalks looking over there, pointing a finger or two, and speaking. Small town breeds gossip and a plane crash was something new in the area. No one had even known there was a working runway down in those woods. There used to be one but as far as anyone was concerned no one used it anymore. The Grimaldi's were the wealthiest family in town and if they didn't use it no one would.

Pulling up to the house everything seemed calm. The place looked still and empty. Not empty as no one lived there, but just empty as far as no one would be home. That wasn't uncommon this time of the year. Adelaide's parents were known for traveling a good part of the year since Adelaide had graduated high school and since she now lived in Chicago they spent very little time at home. That wouldn't matter, her close friends knew where the spare key was kept out in the garden hidden. Riley would know where to start looking. The land surrounding the house was open with old large trees dotting the property. A swimming pool and tennis courts were around back. Yet, even for everyone being gone, it was too quiet. No birds chirping in the trees, no sounds of squirrels rushing up the bark of the trees. And one single orange balloon floating by the front door.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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 left the group with Panama and turned on her heels. Heading back over to the room that was formerly the sauna and standing point there as she watched over the two that remained. She didn't say anything, just giving a nod to Shears when she came back into the room. Shears waited for Hunter to sit down before he got to work. Giving the man a hair cut as the questions came. He nodded a bit. "Shit, ain't no one ever been what they are their whole life but I've been cutting longer than you been breathing," he said as he worked.

Then more questions came and the man chuckled. "Oh ain't you be thinking you're a smart one. Get the old man alone and try to pry information out of him. Boy you must be thinking I was born yesterday. Do I look dumb? Do I look like a bitch? Shit man, someone knock some blocks loose in that head of yours? You're people ain't exactly making a good impression. Taken in, given food, shelter, and we got one having a break down over some damn hair and now you trying to pry in our logistics," he said as he finished up the hair cut and took the barber cloth off from Hunter and shook the hair out on the floor. "I'll tell ya what, if yer on Maddogs bad side... oooo doggie." Looking over to Major he motioned towards the kid. "Take him back would ya," he said and Major nodded.

Doc looked up towards Ash and leaned back in his chair. "You need to eat, time will be up soon and we will need to clear this out," he said as he gave a glance towards the food table. Thing was, it really didn't matter how mad or upset people were right then. They needed to eat. No one had had a decent meal in ages. Hunger would override fear and anger. Doc didn't like that fact but it was a fact. It was just how the human body worked. Survival override other emotions. If it didn't people died. He was trying to keep that from happening. Doc glanced towards Beatrice and then Hadrian and chuckled. "Oh, it'll be on you to clean up your own messes here, so let's hope you all have as strong a stomachs as that one claims he has," he said motioning towards Wayne who had proclaimed he could eat anything. "Looking good. Think of it this way, less to keep up with now," Doc said before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Come on son," Major said motioning towards the door. It was time to get back to the group. She would lead him back to the others in the conference room and then stand post with Panama. She didn't say anything towards him at first. Just standing next to him as she watched the group.

"Everything alright?" Panama asked, noting a look on her face. The major didn't seem to have a look but then again Panama had known her a lot longer than the rest of this group had. How long he had known her was anyone's in this groups guess but hell a day would be a lot longer than the few minutes she had been around. "Call in Sparrow and Frankenstein?" he asked. She gave a single shake of her head. Leaning close she spoke under her breath and Panama nodded. "Righto Major," he said before turning and heading out of the room.

Outside there was a discussion going on between several people before they broke off from the main group that had gathered and three pressed their way into the quarantine building, making their way down the hallway to the conference room. Major turned her head as he caught a sight of them out of the corner of her eye and pulled the door open more for them to enter. "Boss," Major said as she held the door open. Doc slid his chair over some and out of the way but stayed seated and went back to drinking his coffee.

In front was an older man with a strong presence and a stoic look on his face. Anyone that had served more than three minutes in any military would know his walk. This man carried himself like a Marine. That fact was added to by the close crew cut of his gray hair. His startling blue eyes looked the group over and landed on Ash, staring the man over hard as he walked towards the other side of the room with a binder in one hand and firearm holstered on his hip. Behind him was an even older woman, she wore a straw hat and overalls and had a sour look on her face. Next to her there was a younger man, wearing dirty and oil covered jeans and a black t-shirt. He grinned at the group as he took a bite of the large burger looking piece of food in one hand. Behind them filed in several more pushing carts. On the carts were rows of clothing, small packs, and shoes. On one cart were two large buckets. Once the carts were set up behind the man leading the group all but the main three left the room.

Opening the binder, the man looked over a stack of papers there, flipping through them before snapping it shut. Looking at the group for a moment before he spoke. "I am Macsen Martin, the Executive Office of Camp Mexico Beach. You may call me Gunny. This is your debriefing for your time in Quarantine. I will go over what you can expect during your time in Quarantine as well as what will be expected of you. Rule 1: Don't screw us over." His voice was even as he spoke and he projected it as to be heard. The man carried himself as a Marine, that much was obvious, most likely a drill sergeant at once point or another.

*Okay, here we go. Remember to check your character sheets as well as making sure if your character does or says something, they are reacting accordingly and not just out of a guttural reaction from you. Our characters are smarter than we are.

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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 up as she heard footsteps coming over to them. It was one of the women that was with one of the other groups, one that Ash seemed to know in one way or another. How she wasn't sure but she knew it wasn't from Newnan. He had to have met her afterwards but before she ran across him again. He seemed alright with her for the most part. She swallowed her food nervously as the woman spoke. She sounded a lot like her husband when she did. Maybe she was from around the same part of the U.S. Looking over to Jamie she spooned another bit of food into the boys mouth with a trembling hand. "I vas Ballerina," she said to the woman's question. It was true. She had been a ballerina before the world turned into what it was today.

Then another came over. The older man from the woman's group. It was getting crowded around her and her son and Tatiana slipped an arm around Jamie, putting him into her lap as she gripped the spoon. Keeping her eyes down she muttered slightly. "Tatiana." She didn't give her sons name. She looked really uncomfortable with others coming and sitting down around her and her family. Looking around she eyed Ash for a moment before her eyes wandered some and she took note of where the rest of the people from her group were. Seemed Amelia was sitting herself as far away from everyone as possible and looked rather distraught. No one else did. She spoke in a hushed voice towards her husband. "₁В чем ее проблема?" Looking back to Jamie she fed him another spoonful. "₂Она слабая, она гонг, чтобы вызывать проблемы." Her voice stayed quiet as she spoke before taking a bite of food for herself.

Tatiana glanced towards the door when the group came in, watching them nervously as she held Jamie a little tighter. Her eyes following them as they moved to the front of the room. Seemed they had supplies for the group, or at least she assumed. It wouldn't make much sense to bring in all those clothes if it weren't for them. She sat there, listening to what the man had to say and cast a glance towards Jack. Whatever she had going through her mind she kept to herself right then. Turning her attention back to Jamie she gave him another bite of food but was paying attention to everything going around her even as her knee bounced nervously.

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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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It seemed that the former New York Cop couldn't care less to what was transpiring around him. He was enjoying his food and he wasn't letting anything get in the way of that. It wasn't until Hank actually called out to him that he looked up from his plate. The man nearly snorted his mashed potatoes out of his nose as he spotted the jelly to his peanut butter sandwich. He managed to choke it down before he burst out laughing. "Well don't you look like a walking penis," he laughed before giving a nod and patting the chair next to him. "Oh she's waiting on you, ready for that sagging ass," he chuckled before going back to utterly destroying his plate and actually licking it clear.

"Fucking christ, that guy, the one flying the chopper? God damn, he was right. That fucking gravy should be declared a damn miracle! I could eat that shit on anything!" he exclaimed as he lowered his plate and swatted in front of his face. He eyed the table, debating if he was going to try for seconds. His belly might have been happier and fuller than it had been in a long time but he could still eat. He wasn't going to turn his nose up to food that was for damn sure. If they got the boot, god only knew if they would ever have food like this again.

Wayne barely noticed the kid come back into the room as he took his plate up to the front and dropped it off in the dish bucket. He had decided against getting seconds right then but he did grab another couple of rolls and had already scarfed one down by the time his bum was resting back in his recliner. It was about at that time the new crew came in. Wayne got comfortable as he took a bite of a roll, listening to what the man was saying. Granted Wayne had never been in the military but he had been debriefed before, it was a standard thing when you were a cop and were on cases, especially if you were working larger ones. So he just took it in, ever so often swatting around him. "Shit, there isn't much I wouldn't do for that gravy," Wayne said to himself before taking another bite of his roll. He was as happy as a pig in shit right then.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon -> Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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The large man seemed to be in a world of his own as he munched on the grapes he had taken from the Breakfast room. Looking back around the Starry Salon while the Lord of the Manor walked ahead of him and entered the Ballroom. He would have been happy to just sit down on one of the couches in the Starry Salon and get comfortable, perhaps even take a nap but the look on the man's face did make him a bit curious. Granted that might not be a good thing all things considered but he figured what the hell and finished off his last grape. Only having the stem remaining in his hand. Setting it down on the arm of a couch he wiped his hands on his pants legs and followed the man into the ballroom. Glancing around over the mans shoulder to see that there were far more people in there than had been when he and Walnut had been in there earlier.

Sure, he had dodged a bullet with her, that was still making him chuckle to himself a bit but perhaps the information he had dropped had helped. Maybe it hadn't. He didn't know. He figured he would find out sooner or later, or perhaps not at all. That thought didn't stay in his mind for long as the Lord of this shit show started to speak. The more that man spoke the more this shit show was turning into an absolute fuctangular engagement. They had to stay here? Because a bridge was blown? Even the apparently dimwitted Titian was not buying that. "What, this whole place surrounded by a fucking moat?" he said frankly to the mans back.

The man spun around and eyed Titian. "If you wish to brave the snow, the cold, and my forest, feel free," he said with a bit of a snicker before turning back around.

"Well fuck...." Titian muttered under his breath.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕊ome 𝔽uckery

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Maestro grinned towards Creme and shrugged. "It is to me but from what I am hearing, that isn't the reason for you folk," he said with a bit of a chuckle. Turning his head he glanced over his shoulder towards the door of the Ballroom as Lord Bardolf entered the room and looked around. He took a mental count of those that were there in masks. He didn't look exactly pleased. Whether that was because of their presence or the fact not everyone was there, that was up for debate. Yet it turned out to be for another reason, one they would soon be informed about as he entered the room more fully and cleared his throat. "Apparently what plans I had for this evening have been cast to the way side. You all will have to remain here for the unseen future. The bridge that connects my home beyond the walls has been blown. No one is leaving," he said frankly as he stood there looking terribly vexed.

Jasper glared at the offending parties and held up his hand as Quinton whispered in his ear. The mans brow rose and he looked towards Quinton. "So he was the one responsible for the malfunctioning seat? I see..." he said before turning his attention back towards those in the room. "Seems this isn't his first attempt on someone's life," he said turning and looking towards Swamp before his eyes went over to the body of Plum. Stepping over to Plums body, he began to search the corpse. Finding on it an ocarina and an amulet. "Bohemian... Figures..." he muttered under his breath. "Heathen lot." Reaching over he pulled the mans mask off and stared at the face. "Well one less in this world and we are no worse for it."

Standing back up he dropped the mans mask on his body and dusted his hands off. "Search them," he told Quinton and Jonas and they did. Jonas going over to Walnut and Quinton to Swamp, who picked up the man easily. Nothing of extreme interest seemed to come from it. "Fine, take them to bind their wounds. We have more important matters at hand. I will not waste anymore of my time worrying about an internal conflict. And send someone to dispose of that body, preferably in the pit." Jasper sighed as he looked towards Amaranthine. "You there, help get these two cleaned up since you decided to poke your nose into things," he added before brushing passed her.

Turning he glanced back over his shoulder and scoffed. "You two will just have to deal with each other. The bridge has been blown, you will remain here until either you are dead or until it can be repaired," he said before continuing on his way. "It matters not to me which it is."

(Cobalt and Blush will get pm's shortly. Character's Unmasked has been updated.)