Lady Absinthia

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝔻inner 𝕀s 𝕊erved

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Now that everyone was in the State Dining Room, well those that would be joining them this evening that were part of the uninvited, Lord Bardolf looked around and picked up a small bell from the table. Ringing it Jasper appeared coming in the door and nodded. Walking over to one of the walls and pushing back a long curtain that one might have thought covered a window to keep the cold air from the outside from cooling the room. What was revealed behind the heavy looked to be nothing at first until Jasper pressed on the wood and it released. Pulling it back like a door it revealed a dumbwaiter of sorts. Lifting from below it, a long table came out attached to the wall just even with it. Slowly with the turn of a brass knob warm and steaming trays began to come out of it as three woman came into the room. (Rosemary, Blythe, and Dianne - refer to their descriptions in the CS tab under Female Servants.)

The women began to move the trays from the table against the dumbwaiter over to the main table, laying them out in open spots on the table. Once everything was laid out, Jasper began to pour wine into the glasses. Lord Bardolf just looked over towards Titian slightly. "Here," he said motioning to the now filled glasses.

"Would anyone wish for something stronger?" Jasper asked as he stood there. The Lord Bardolf nodded and Jasper did not ask what the Lord of the Manor wanted, he just knew. Over at the door to the room, a pale woman peeked into the room. "Will you be joining us My Lady?" Jasper asked as he spotted her. She didn't say anything, simply looking over towards Lord Bardolf. He nodded, with a bit of a huff. "I shall lower the lights," he said turning and moving over to the door, a small switch caused the gas filled lights to dim down. Once the lighting in the room was cut in half the woman came into the room and smiled slightly, looking a little nervous but happy to be part of the group.

"Evening," she said in a bird like voice as she walked by the people and took a seat open that was closest to her father. "Hello," she added as she picked up a linen napkin and sat it in her lap. Jasper looked gruff for a moment but then smiled at her and went to fill another glass of wine.

Rhoda looked over to Professor Walnut and nodded a bit but it seemed the other two wanted her to tend to the blonde woman first. "Here, have a seat, and let's take a look at it," she said as she motioned to a stool. Gathering some water and linen's from a table against the wall. The woman shook her head slightly. "No Sir, not unless you mean by leathers to which I have ample," she said before shrugging and turning back around. Walking over towards Walnut and motioning for the woman to give her the damaged hand. "If you would, allow me," she said in a very quiet voice, her voice didn't seem to match the statuesque of her body.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Where to now?

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Siduri sat there quietly, noting the two that came in a bit late. They had been with them earlier but had branched off. The woman gave no indication that anything was off by them coming in late. They were quiet when they entered and didn't seem to disrupt what was already going on around them not those talking. Ben glanced over at Andromeda as she came in and then looked away, back out the window. He just seemed to be watching as the last rays of light came in from the setting sun, lost in thought or just trying to avoid the conversation. Why he was there wasn't exactly evident as he didn't seem to talk much and only helped Siduri around right now when she moved from one point to another. Having her seated right now, it didn't seem as if he was needed but he didn't leave.

Glancing over towards Faith there was the slightest of shrugs from the woman. "Wo tends to be about, though she prefers New York. One should try Chateau De Babylon. The woman.." she said before pausing and trying to find the right turn of phrase for this. "Is an experience, no matter the mood you catch her in. I do hope she is feeling friendly," Siduri said in soft voice as she rested her hands in her lap.

There was a slight smile as her eyes drifted over towards Gilbert. "One is never ready to face a dragon until after they have fought one. Though I have to wonder why you wish to face one instead of another," she said before looking away and towards the window where Ben was standing. "Perhaps once you have closure you can focus on the true issue. The humanity is surprisingly high among you all. Both an advantage and a disadvantage at this junction I would say."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House: The Lady Kirkpatrick held up her hand and moved it side to side a bit. "Half and half my dear," she said before lowering her hand and taking another long sip of the drink that Maeve had made. "One is from my own tree, so yes, melding nephew with the brains of a worm is one that must be done away with before he spoils the entire bunch. House Rutherford though, I do not believe he is the main one I should worry about, at least not with this. Just a carrier instead of the writer," she said as she lowered the glass and set it down.

Leaning back in her chair she sighed a bit and rubbed her hands together. "Shame really, twas hoping he would at least not need pruning but I cannot have him undo a life time of work just to get control of this house. He would only bury our name," she said in a rather vexed voice and hit the table slightly with the end of her cane. She seemed to think for a moment before looking back over at Maeve. "Do be a dear and fetch me parchment and ink, I believe I have work to do."

Road to Gretna Green From The Kirkpatricks: The person in the road didn't say anything, just slowly turning around. It would have been hard to tell just what he was doing there, if it weren't for the blood on his hands that came into view and fangs that started to show as he opened his mouth. He didn't have long to speak though as a murder of crows swarmed in from the side and one could swear there were feet within in the cloud of black feathers. There was a gurgling sound that came from the man after a cut off scream before his body hit the ground. As the birds started to flutter away and back into the sky, dispersing there was the back of woman standing over him with a sword dripping in blood gripped in her tiny hand.

Slowly she turned around and revealed her face. Her clothing, if one could call it that (more like strategically placed sheets of silk) was in tatters and her pale skin was covered in bruises and blood. Her blue eyes went over to the carriage as she let out a ragged breath. "Vould you please tell me where I am?" she asked in a thick and heavy accented voice that sounded like a bird. The driver gulped a bit and glanced over towards William, not exactly sure what to say as the whole thing had happened so quickly.

Port Annan: The man nodded and went about what it would take to make the exchange. The cost of the horse, the cost of the rider, writing things down, having a horse saddled for her, and a rider to go with her. It did not take long before the exchange was complete and he handed over the reins of a horse to her. It was a black stallion that looked well enough for the price. Not too young, not too old, the shoes were on well, the saddle was old and worn but in fair enough condition. An older gentleman came over on a brown mare and sat there. He wasn't exactly pretty to look at and dressed poorly but he was there.

"House Kirkpatrick?" he asked as he steadied his mare.

"Yes, all you need to do is lead her there," the man that Colette had been speaking with said. He nodded. "Need help Miss or you got it?" he asked looking her over. He would help her if she wished, if not he would stand back. Once she was ready to go, they would head out North from Port Annan and then east.

Road to Gretna Green From Port Annan: So many questions, so many questions. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, didn't ask so many questions. Then again Dieter, his brother not his ferret, never really asked too many questions either. Both Dieters, the ferret and the the brother, both seemed content to just let Ludwig do Ludwig. It was happy, not mad. Very happy indeed. These new people, so many questions. Brain would travel from here to there.

"Fear, so much fear. Fear of what was, fear of what will be, no fearing the unknown. Unknown is not scary, what we know is scary. Can't unknow what we know, unknown safe since we do not know. But must know, knowing is knowing, can face. Better to face than to lace. Lace, so soft but scratchy, hate lace. Point shoes, so pointy, good pointy. Ulrich has pointy shoes. He teaches with pointy shoes, dances with pointy shoes, knows with pointy shoes. Very stylish, very stylish indeed," the man rambled on and on.

Looking around he peeked his head out, out of the bad, stand on Dieter, the ferret, not the brother, bones no good for standing, wobble too much, to get better view. Ah, yes, ahh no. Not sure, so many questions. Maybe, not sure. Maybe not. More look, look more, yes, look," he kept rambling before poking his head back down into the saddle and flipping through the pages.

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Road To Gretna Green From Carlisle: Ny looked at Virginia and looked a tad confused for a moment before he slowly started to understand what it was she was speaking about. "Oh no, I am sorry but the book does not show me that. Just I was sayin' that that type of ability is one of India. And one had to be alive to send such. He must have friends there, or at least one that knows how to use, though they do not travel from their jungles, so only safe to assume he is there." Sitting back more in his seat he braced himself some as the road got a little rougher. "I know not of your mother, I do not have such an ability, though, their might be some somewhere, I cannot remember," he said pondering more to himself than to her right then as they continued down the road.

🦄 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: Remember - all directions are from the Docks. So if you want to go from one to the other you would need to head back to the docks and then go to another place. (Two rounds to get from one place to the docks, two rounds to get from docks to next place.)

To the left they would find the market and bazaar.
Straight ahead they would find the rose gardens and perfume dealers.
To the right there was a sign for Tours to Athribis and Leontopolis. Leontopolis was known for it's ancient tiles. Athribis was known as the birth place of Amenhotep and many artifacts in the museum back in Cairo held pieces from many a dig that had happened there, transported on rails by trains funded by a George Jay Gould. This is also where you will find the main train depot in the area.

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Market/Bazaar: Well that was exciting but the excitement is ending. Reddish is not really seeing anywhere to get poor Josephine's face looked at but the boat is still anchored in harbor right now and perhaps, this little problem might lead to something better. They would have medical of some sort on the boat and this is a hell of an excuse to get back on. Maybe, just maybe, if they play their cards right, they can get back on the boat and take advantage of that once Josephine is all patched up. Will have to see how that plays out. (And a boat with a crew does seem like a much cleaner idea than anywhere out there in the market, if this is how they treat women on the shore, perhaps she stands a better chance on the water.)

Rose Garden/Perfume Dealers: The bees, not the bees. Oh but they are still there and tearing after the woman as if she was Winnie the Pooh and she had just stolen their honey pot. Thing is she is still kicking and still alive. Hands are pretty swollen with little stingers and dead ones falling around her. Face has taken a heavy amount as well. Lucky for her she wasn't a belly dancer outfit, having that whole mid section exposed thing could be bad. Real damn bad. Maybe if Mosi could get out of the garden, she would stand a chance. Time to get up and try to run again girl because LLA hasn't called straight death as of yet.

Tours/Train Depot: The man selling the tickets gives a price that is posted and exchanges the money for tickets. He looked at them and shrugs. "Last I heard it was for the museum but the people tending to it are American's, they just don't tell us who pays," he said before giving a glance over towards Faye. "Nothing recently but we did have a fellow that came down oddly sick just after the dig began. Got really sick out of now where and had a burn on his hand. Died a few days later. Said it was from infection but rumors say it was a curse for opening the tomb. Though, just sounds like to me they are wanting to cash in like they did with King Tutankhamun."

A new trained pulled up to the station and people started getting off. "There is the train, if you would just follow the line, you can bored shortly," he said as he motioned towards the others that were starting to file over. There weren't that many this time, later in the day, less people but they, looking at the time, should have time to get there, snoop around a bit and then get back before the boat leaves.

Athribis: The cat didn't seem to take notice but Bella did as she leaned forward and looked at the branding. The woman's brow raising slightly in the process. Leaning back in her seat she laced her fingers together and rested her hands just before her waist. "There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," she said in a smooth voice. There was the slightest tug at the corner of her mouth as she glanced over towards Gene before looking towards Nora. "All the unknown is nothing more than science that yet has understanding."

Sadly for Reginald, even with an on point roll there is nothing but desert out there but he is the first to notice Athribis off in the distance as the train approached. J.C. chuckled a bit and nodded. "Yes, you do sound like George," he said as he looked down at the cat in his lap that was now napping happily. Sighing he looked back over to the Lord Major. "Well, we swear to uphold the Constitution, against all else."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall - Sewing Room (2nd Floor)
Skills: Charisma
Hit Points: 4
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Chanteuse Amaranthine, moved with Dr. Swamp, up the stairs and through the rooms until they reached the sewing room. Stepping with Dr. Swamp, she moved with him and let him slip out of her arms. Taking her things she set them down gently and let out a breath. Looking over towards the woman in the room she smiled slightly and gave a nod. "Yes, please, tend to the woman. I will take care of the doctor," she said, eying Walnut for a moment before she started going through what was there. At least there was cloth. Cloth was good. And water. Reaching over she picked up some linen and a cup of water as she pulled over a seat and sat down next to Dr. Swamp. Taking a deep breath she looked over to him. "Can you remove your articles or do you need assistance?" she asked.

Looking around the room slowly, this was not how she had intended on spending the evening. Then again, when she had received the so called invitation, she did not know what to expect. It scared her, to think what it might mean. It scared her coming to this place. Seeing the blood when she arrived. Seeing a dead man on the ground when she got to the music room. And now, here she was, her attire covered in the blood of another, someone she didn't know, and with another that had shot him. He had killed someone, she had attempted to kill someone, and apparently the man he had killed had killed another. Who knew her life before this was so simple but compared to this, most things were. Looking back towards Dr. Swamp she pushed her hair out of her face. "Do you wish for some help?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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*Okay, I am going to be posting less and less straight out information for you all. Mystery is heating up and so the rolls and such need to pick up. Check your skills, use them, call for rolls. You can call for a roll before you post or you can leave a roll request at the end of your post and your results will be placed in the next update.

Chicago, Illinois (Grimaldi Books): Adelaide sat down slowly and pushed her hair back as Rapture clacked away on the keyboard. She glanced over towards Robert as he came in and motioned to one of the chairs. "Depends on how good they were," Rapture said as he kept working, the screen seemed to flicker going from one screen to another. He was working quickly, that was until he stopped. Rapture chuckled a bit and turned around in his chair. Pulling a sucker out of his mouth and looked up at Robert. "I speak one. One Zero One Zero Zero. And with that I can do anything," he said rather smugly. He grinned. "Like find out about a wreck that happened on the highway coming back from college or a failed law career," he added with a wink before looking back at the screen.

Adelaide swallowed hard, that wasn't something that was just out in the open about her. Sighing she rubbed her hands together. "Apparently," she said before casting a glance towards Robert. Clearing her throat she looked back at Rapture. "So, um, any ideas?" she asked.

Rapture was already back typing away. "Well whoever did this, knew what they were doing. This wasn't some fly by night job. If I didn't..." he started to say before his voice trailed off and he pulled the sucker slowly back out of his mouth. "Holy fuck... Prometheus..."

Chicago, Illinois (Roads of Chicago): Unfortunately for both Caesar and Keystone, neither of them are able to yield anything. Security is one thing, but this is far beyond the general knowledge even he would have. The thing was hacked but knowing how would take someone much more specialized at this point. As far as searching things like crypt and Grimm, there isn't really anything coming up. Just some mentions of unmarked graves over by the Asylum. The traffic, thankfully was lightening up and starting to move again. They would be out of the city within half an hour at this rate.

Road To Grimm (Indiana): Will update next post.

Grimm, Indiana (Beneath Grimm): The tunnel kept going and didn't seem to have any off shoots, it was just nearly impossible to see further down the tunnel than around fifty feet at a time due to the low lighting and how it was spaced out. Dark portions between each light along the wall. For Riley, there was no cell surface under there but she would remember back in middle school, while having to take State Studies, there was a quarter just on the history of Grimm Indiana. While Indiana was part of the north during the Civil War, due to it being heavy with farming, there were slaves and some families were willing to do anything to keep them. Which also meant that there was resistance to that. There were talks and rumors of how Grimm was a stop along the underground railroad before going further north and even into Canada. Granted, there were only a handful of homes or buildings in Grimm today that were standing during that time. One was the Grimaldi's house, which had been passed down from generation to generation. Another, was the Asylum.

Grimm, Indiana (Police Station): Roy waited for Cecily to come around the corner, keeping the light trained low until she did. Slowly he lifted it and started shining it over the wall slowly. There, spelled out in blood, were words. At least it looked like blood, the way the light shinned off it. It was wetter than what had been in the hallway, so it was easily figured out that it was fresher. "Once all the stars are gone, then the night will return to Grimm." Roy shook his head slightly and looked back over to Cecily. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he asked her, not really figuring she would know but even in Justice, spelling out cryptic messages on the walls with blood wasn't a really common thing. "This is like some bad horror flick. The fact we're in corn country ain't helping," he said. He had seen one too many Children of the Corn movies.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tatiana Newnan

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

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Tatiana's head slowly turned at the sound, Jamie was just giggling at it. Her head tilted to the side slightly as it continued and Panama burst out laughing. That was unexpected. And when the smell hit she didn't flinch. She had had to hide out under corpses when she was a child, so it wasn't much to her. Plus she had given birth, in the wilderness. It took a lot to get her to react to something like that. Apparently Amelia wasn't as strong stomached. Girl lost her lunch. Tatiana sighed a bit as she looked over towards her baby, his face contorted some, like he had bit into a lemon. That made her smirk a bit. He still had a ways to go it seemed.

Overhearing her room assignments she took note she would be bunking with Riley, whom she knew and got along with alright but right then things were still tense. It would pass she figured. And Thalia, the woman that had asked her to teach her how to dance. Could have been worse. Her face twisted slightly as she heard she wouldn't be in the same room with Jack and her son Jamie but it would be alright. It would be her first night not sleeping in the same room with her son. Maybe she would actually get some sleep. Had it been six months ago she might have cried and pleaded but not now. She was worn and tired. Jack was protective, overly so. If anyone tried anything she figured there would be a corpse in the morning. Alexander didn't seem like he would be an issue, as long as he could handle Jamie's crying but the kid rarely cried so she figured there wouldn't be a trigger. What she wanted to know though was, who was the new comer?

Giving half a sideways glance towards Ash, she wondered if it was the best idea to put the kid in the room with him. Granted, there wasn't a lot of choice. Between what Ash, Wayne, and Jack had said to the kid, he didn't have a good chance with being put in a room that wasn't already gunning for him. Jack would go ape if that kid was in the same room with Jamie. Wayne, she thought from what she had seen, might actually sit on the kids face and fart him to death. Ash, in truth, was the biggest worry. He was a bomb ready to explode. He had already had to put a bullet into Alicia's skull, take over Newnan when LeAnn died, lost Newnan, and then show up here and no Thana. Yeah, he was gonna snap eventually if the right trigger came along.

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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 just kept laughing, he felt better. Not that he had felt bad to start with. He might have gas, that didn't mean he was in pain. Granted he seemed to me eating it up as he wiggled his butt in his chair. It could have been taken as him getting more comfortable to trying to squeeze more out but he knew why he was doing it. He was punishing a certain little blue bucked toothed fuck fairy. That was totally worth the rectal release. The man actually looked proud of himself, even as Hank was fanning it away and Amelia puked. "I've let out worse," he mused as he leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind the back of his head.

The room assignments had been given and he grinned broadly towards old Sporatcus. Putting them in a room together had it's up's and down's. Down side, they weren't going to be getting to know anyone knew. Up side, he wouldn't have to deal with the kid but that could have been fun in and of itself. And since the three of them had already been traveling together for months, he knew they could tolerate sleeping in the same room together. Better the devil you knew in some cases.

Looking around, he did have a question. "So, when we gonna meet this General?" he asked looking over at Panama, Major, and then Atticus. There had been mention earlier about meeting the guy earlier. Glancing over towards the TV, Wayne chuckled. "As you fucking wish! I love this shit!" he exclaimed. "So Sport, you happen to have six fingers on your right hand?" he teased with a bit of a chuckle.

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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 51% covered with thick dark clouds

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Atticus's head snapped to the side slightly and his face went into surprise as he watched Amelia rush over to the dish bin and vomit. "Oh that's not right," he said with a slight muttering before standing up and pushing his chair back. Pouring the girl a class of water he took it over to her and held it out. "Don't worry, seen people lose their lunch over less," he said as he stood there. "They were gonna get washed anyways. You ain't the first to throw up over the dishes." Sighing he leaned in a bit. "I got fucking drunk one night, next morning, I threw up all over the god damned eggs in the line the next morning. Cook nearly killed me, so you're one up on me." He gave her an understanding look and shrugged a bit.

Panama looked over to Wayne and then checked his watch. "Actually, Main Man should be in to see you all within the hour," he said to Wayne. Turning his head, Major opened the door and Auntie handed over a pack.

"For the new guy, think he's still in with Doc. Hand it over, I gotta get back to supply," she said, looking like she was in a hurry.

"Problem?" Major asked as she rose a brow.

"Relay in," was all she said before heading out and the door shutting behind her. Major nodded and looked over towards Panama. Panama held out his hand and took the pack from Major before setting it down behind him for the new guy once he got there.

Atticus glanced towards Alexander and shook his head. "Shit, that's for him to tell you," he said before gathering his stuff and tucking it under his arm. Atticus hadn't told him the man's name for a reason, wasn't his place. Not with a new group. They hadn't earned that right as of yet. They weren't members of the community.

Over in the showers, Doc looked at Victor and took his stethoscope off his shoulders and got them ready. "No worries, let's get you checked out," he said as he stood up. He did a basic check up. Checking the mans body, looking over it for problems, listening to his heart and lungs. He stopped and looked at the man. "Alright, let's get your blood drawn," he said as he picked up the hypodermic and then got the blood drawn. Labeling the vial and setting it down. He pulled out a lime green wrist band and put it on Victors left hand. "Well, you have some problems. Chest is congested but I am thinking that is more sinus related than anything. We've had a lot of that down here lately. I'm guessing you got some heart trouble and we can deal with that. You haven't met Mary yet, goes by S.B., Scary Bitch." He chuckled slightly. "She acts like a nurse but she's in charge of our pharmaceuticals. When I get your blood work back, I do want to take you over to the hospital once Quarantine is over and get some X-rays. Other than that, you are in remarkable condition."

Turning he reached into his bag and scoured through it before pulling out a bottle of pills. It was just a basic bottle with his name on it. Scratching it out he wrote Victors name on it and handed it over. "Sinus meds, let's do this for two days and I will come back and check in on you. Take 1 now," he said as he pulled out a water bottle and unscrewed it before handing it over as well. "Then another before bed. Then twice a day, morning and night, until I check back in on you. If things get worse, let someone know to call me over," he said as he sat back down.

He picked up a folder and pulled out a sheet of paper and attached it to a clipboard with a pen. "Now, gonna need you to fill this out. Usually do this in the conference room but it is pretty busy in there, so just gonna let you use the peace and quiet here to get it done. Once you have it all filled out, just hand it back over and I can take you over to Conference with the others." He smiled slightly and leaned back a bit on the bench, until his back hit the wall behind him and got comfortable.

Questionnaire

While you fill this out, color code it. Red for things that Victor is writing down that he is lying about, green for things he is being 100% honest with. (The doc won't know what is lie and what is truth but it will let me know without having to refer to Cs's) Paste the questionnaire at the bottom of your next post.
Questionnaire:
Name:
Age:
Birth Date:
Race:
Where were you born:
Where were you when the outbreak occurred:
Who were you before the outbreak:
Who are you now:
Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak:
If so, why did you leave:
Did you serve in the military:
If so, what branch/rank/specialty:
Any known medical issues:
Any special needs:
Any special skills:
What would you enjoy doing if you had time to:
Your most traumatic moment:
Why are you still alive:
What are you seeking:

Once Victor was done and handed back over the paper and such, Maddoc took a look around the room to make sure that everything was returned or not taken, like soap or razors. He gave a nod to Michael and Michael stood up, gathering his things. "Well, let's get you over to conference to meet the rest of the new comers." With that Michael led Victor out of the showers and headed down the hallway, past where they came in and towards a door on the left hand side of the corridor. It was marked Conference Room. Knocking slightly before he pushed the door open he looked around and wrinkled his nose a bit. "Wow... Told Mae dinner should have been easier on the stomachs," he muttered as he came in. "Everyone, one more to the group tonight." Doc stepped out of the way and waited for the new comer to come on in. Maddoc pulling up the rear. Granted the man hadn't entered yet and couldn't be seen. (In other words, until Victor posts again and enters, ain't no one knowing shit.)

*Remember to check your CS's before you post periodically to stay on track. 1d6 in chat can help you figure out what main trait you may want to focus on that round.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Second Floor Landing -> State Dining Room (3rd Floor)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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"Shit, anyone here probably," Titian chuckled towards Moss. Looking back at the crowd slowly making their way up he nodded a bit. "And it'll take them until next winter to get back down," he laughed. Sure maybe he shouldn't make a joke about the situation but he didn't care. Despite being held up and all the shit that was going down, the man was just enjoying himself. Looking over at Rave he grinned. "Oh please, I've seen cripples move faster. Man said move, his place and shit," he added before stretching his hands high above his head and giving his back a good stretch, groaning slightly before turning his attention back over towards the Lord Bardolf.

The man seemed to be ready to move. "Sweet," Titian said with a broad grin. He was perfectly fine with moving on. They had been standing there a bit and he was ready for that drink, and some food, and some drink. Heading up the stairs he followed the man through the maze of rooms, looking around as they went. Once they got into the State Dining Room he whistled slightly. It was a nice set up. And it seemed others where there before them. He remembered the four that had come in, vaguely. They were sitting with another it seemed. "Way to blend in," he said looking at the remaining masks. That was actually making them stick out more to him but hey, to each their own. Maybe they didn't want people to see their faces. Shrugging he took a seat next to Lord Bardolf on one side and then he pouted slightly. "Where's the drinks?"

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕄oving 𝔽orward

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Things were moving slow, a bit too slow. So things changed. The Maestro smiled towards the woman on his arm and lead her through a path she had and then beyond it into the State Dining Room. The other men who were with the Maestro were already there and had seated themselves. "Shall we?" he asked before walking over to a seat and pulling out a chair for her. The others would soon to follow as things were moving along now.

Quinton looked over towards the woman speaking to Walnut and eyed her. "Move along," he said in a firm voice. He would not wait. If she didn't move he would move her himself. The Lord of the Manor moved up the stairs and through the third floor until they reached the State Dining Room. (Front State Room -> Green Drawing Room -> White Drawing Room -> Grand Corridor -> Sword Room -> Cavalier Drawing Room -> State Antechamber -> State Dining Room)

"Their lack of speed is lack of respect. There is one thing to move slowly, there is another to drag feet. I have no need for the useless," Lord Bardolf said as he moved. Coming into the dining room, he moved to the head of the table and had a seat himself. These people were becoming more and more pestering to his world and he was having none of it. From the information he had, only two were injured and even they were having to wait on people who chose to, as one person told him once, drag ass. "Have a seat," he said to the others. (Referring to anyone in play that is not Walnut, Swamp, or Amaranthine - the rest were shuffled into the State Dining Room this round.)

Once the others had moved out of the way. Quinton had the woman whom he had told to stay there have a seat and he would return, she did. Leading the way, he took Dr. Swamp, Professor Walnut, and Chanteuse Amaranthine into the Sewing Room on the second floor. (Upper Salon -> Sewing Room). Within the room was a tall woman with olive skin and green eyes sitting and tending to mending. "Rhoda, do see these three do not cause any trouble," Quinton said before shutting the door behind him and going to deal with the one that had been left behind.

The girl couldn't have been more than seventeen years old but stood at nearly six feet in height when she rose from her place. "What can I do ya fer?" she asked in a quiet voice.

(Maps have been updated in the Zeroth Post under Cartography for the second and third floors - remember, only rooms people have seen are the ones they have been in, so make no meta assumptions.)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - More Details

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Siduri looked over towards Faith and gave this look. It was hard to tell what it was as first but it was one of approval. She nodded slightly. "Our abilities are only limited to our minds, you might be surprised what all you could do," she said before giving a glance towards Bart. He had asked if Faith could take someone with her, she had already answered that. She had to go alone. The woman was not one to repeat herself, so she merely shook her head and turned her attention back to the girl. "You would need to go and speak with a man known as Parliament," she said as she sat there. There was a pause before she continued. "He is not the man you seek but he perhaps can convince one that would be your teacher to teach you. There is an issue though, and this is why I said it would be dangerous and why you would need to go alone. Parliament is wise but your teacher, he is egotistical and ruthless. Not one that likes to be bothered with what he revers to as the trivial's of the world. Yet, he is strong and has a unique ability that I believe yours stems from."

Ben glanced over and then back out the window. Siduri took note and adjusted her skirt a bit to lay flt over her knees. "Though, this is still all subject to if you can even get an audience with Parliament. There are only three he will speak with regularly. One is a man who calls himself Razor, vile creature, I would avoid him. One is a man known as Golgotha, friendly enough. Though the one he will listen to over others is a woman older than them," he said motioning towards Gio and Gilbert. "A Miss Babylon."

Turning her attention back to Bart for a moment she looked up towards the ceiling and then back to him. "She took the option to leave and move on. Some call it the great crossing, others just call it death. A path we all take eventually." Eve had said there was a choice, to stay and remain here or to move on. It seemed Alexandra had chosen to move on, it was as simple as that.

Looking over towards Gilbert there was a slight tug at the corner of her mouth. "I have long decided it matters not what personal advice I give, one will choose their own path. I suspect I would suggest to do what you wished at this point. Do you want to continue this life or are you ready to go and let the world's fate fall where it may? I suspect if you are anything in which you were, you will chose to fight."

There was a cast of her glance towards James and she shook her head somewhat. "The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. They are not hunting you out right, if they were, things would be far more gone than already. You are not their goal. At least not from what I can tell. Plan all you wish but in the end, plans never go as one would believe. Tis life and death."