Lady Absinthia

🦄 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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Special Note: Oh my.... As the characters start looking around, they are going to notice something odd. You know how your vision gets after you rub your eyes for too long? Things seem to have that haze over them? Like looking through a bit of a fog? Yeah, that is how everything is looking right now.

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Boat (Infirmary): The doctor shook his head. "Oh no, just stings. Will take a few days for the swelling to go down of course but at long as you do not mess with them, once I remove the stingers there should be no permanent damage," he assured her. Prepping a needle he looked at her. "This should speed up the swelling going down, if you could roll your sleeve up," he added before rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, the very same," the Captain said as he stood there and then started rubbing his eyes as well. "Is there something in the air?" he asked as things started to get fuzzy and hazy.

"I don't think so," the doctor said but he was still rubbing his eyes. "Though, I swear I got something in my eye," he added. Things going hazy for him as well. Just what was going on?

Boat (Thief's? Room): Reddish is having about as much grace as Vera right now. Well at least he is staying on his feet and isn't bashing through a wall but whatever stealth he normally would have ain't there right now. Getting to the lavatory though, he is able to open the door and look around. It seems to be empty right now. Maybe whoever's room this is, is off the boat right now like the rest of the passengers. This would be a good thing as they would be able to look around more freely. Vera moved into the room with Josephine and glanced around. Slowly pushing the door closed behind them, just in case someone came down the hallway. At least if they kept quiet, then maybe someone wouldn't know they were in there. Granted being quiet was difficult considering just how clumsy Vera could be. Thinking on it a moment, she pressed her back against the wall and slid down it, sitting down there. "Maybe best if I sit here until you are done looking Miss Clark," she said as she motioned around the room. "Especially since everything seems fuzzy... I must not feeling as well as I thought," she said as she rubbed her eyes.

Athribis (Underground): (Note: Fantasy, skip Faye this round if you would like and wait for ONL to post for Richard again and the next update) - Nora doesn't seem to have enough variables for a Fermi but using educated guesses from what she has observed so far, as well as what she has studied on the tiles and mathematical principles created by the Egyptians over history - there is a chance that the shaft that Bella went down would not go straight down but would in fact angle off and they, if they follow downward deeper might find her alive at the bottom. Most shafts are angles due to having to move things down along ramps, very few were actually vertical. This would mean there is a chance she is alive but pressing forward would be the best bet at this point. They haven't the equipment to try to lower someone down the shaft with a light in hopes of reaching the bottom. And now that things are getting fuzzy, it would be best to keep ones feet on solid ground.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

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Special Note: That Haze will remain until further notice, so make sure to keep to it. ^_^

Scotland

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Kirkpatrick House (Heading out): The Lady Kirkpatrick didn't know what was going on and whether or not a Soulless could do this she did not know. The only thing she did know is that she didn't know everything that was out there, so it was always a possibility. There was an urgency though, the women needed to go. Do what you could for those you could when you could, then perhaps you will find other answers. The biggest thing was to remain on the current path and stay focused. The carriage pulled out of the yard and headed as quickly as the driver dared considering what was going on. As they passed the town, it was obvious that they were not the only ones having this issue. This was everyone and many were worried, some were panicking, others were just figuring they needed to give up drinking. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for them to get to Gretna Green, normally it would be a quick trip but all things considered, who knew at this point. (They will just get passed the edge of Annan this round, slow going dodging people panicking in the streets.)

Gretna Green: Things are not going much better over in Gretna Green. People are starting to panic, most of them are trying to get out of the streets and back to their homes as quickly as possible. Doors are slamming and locking quickly. Veta glances around and sighs deeply. This is not what they need right now but the Church is the main focus. "Ve keep moving Constantin, let's find Vlad and get to holy ground," she said as she took his hand and started pulling him to his horse. Her other hand falling to the hilt of her sword just in case. Waiting for him to climb into the saddle she held her hand out for him to help her up, it would be easy to ride through these crowds than walk.

"Millicent, what?" Rutherford asked, confused but Millicent wasn't having any of this. Taking another step back from the man. Then it happened again but this time the face didn't go away. It looked like half his face had been blown off and yet healed. He could feel the air hitting his teeth and he reached up. "Milli, it's okay, I won't hurt you," he said in a voice much kinder than he normally spoke.

"Demon!" she yelled as her eyes widened and she rushed back, trying to fight against the panicking people in teh streets. The haze was making them run one way, Rutherfords half gone face was now making them run in another. Looking around she spotted William, she barely knew the man but at least through the haze it didn't look like his face was being taken away. Rushing as best she could, she was trying to get away from Rutherford as quickly as she could, fear etched in her eyes.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Special Note: That Haze will remain until further notice, so make sure you keep to it. ^_~

Indiana (Heading For Grimm): Will update next round.

Grimm, Indiana (Asylum Sub-basement): Alicia smirked as she kept walking. Yer funny chica. You ain't gonna keep me from goin' anywhere and I don't give two putas what your ass wants to know. I don't know you and I barely know her," she said motioning towards Riley. Which was the truth. She only knew who Riley was and that she lived in the same building at one point. Girl had got cut one night and the media blew it up like she had cancer. Same night her dad had come storming into her and Lorna's apartment waiving a gun around and making the front door explode with his bunny slippers.

"Yay, 3 blind mice, see how we fucking run," Alicia added as she looked around. Priya is able to look around, it's just hazy. Think like getting out of the pool after swimming a lot. Bright lights hurt, things are fuzzy but you can see. At least well enough to get around. She doesn't think she is missing any small details and it doesn't look like anyone is around right now. That is until they pass the elevator shaft, where the doors are open. It's empty, like the elevator was removed a long time ago. There's a little orange balloon floating there. "That's a nope from me," Alicia said as she spotted it. Priya, moving forward will find an unmarked door - cleaning off the dirt from the glass pane she will find the stairs are behind it but it's locked and or jammed shut.

Grimm, Indiana (Tinder House): "How's the hell would they know about Marc's death?" Zoie asked but really not expecting an answer. She doubted Mali knew anymore than she did at this point when it came to the angry Mexican. "Not yet but I'll keep checkin'," she yelled while Mali went and checked the inside of the house. Looking around more Mali would be able to see more signs of a struggle and splatters of blood. Only tiny ones, not ones that really stood out. Almost like someone had atomized the blood in a perfume bottle. It was really odd. Some of it lead upstairs and others lead towards a door, when once checked would lead down to the basement. Oh yay!

Grimm, Indiana (The Asylum - Main Floor): Roy looked over towards Cecily. "Yeah, this is just peachy. It's like looking through watered down bourbon," he said before walking forward slowly. He couldn't figure out which way to go. He was hoping there would be some sort of reception and well there was but yeah, this place was abandoned. The way that people were talking in town, here and there, this place wasn't supposed to be abandoned. It was supposed to be in full working order, with patients and the like. Yet this place looked like it hadn't seen operation since the 1950's at the earliest. While Ray wasn't sure which way to go, Cecily's eyes were on point and she would be able to see a case, thin, on the wall. It is fully covered with dirt but one she wipes it away, beneath the glass is a map of the Asylum with the stairs and elevators marked out. Oddly, on some of the rooms there is a mark, but sadly the map it too damaged even under the glass to be able to make it out.

Grimm, Indiana (On Way To Asylum): Will update next round.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Laboratory (Attic)
Skills: Wisdom, Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine looked over towards what the doctor was doing and quirked a brow. Okay, this was not something she understood at all. He was muttering half the time as well. It made it hard for her to follow along but then again, maybe she shouldn't try. He was the doctor after all. He was the one that the staff had put in charge of finding out what had happened to the Lord of the Manor. Not her, she just volunteered to assist him in what ways she could. She had figured that would mostly be just gathering things and such for him since he had been shot and used a cane to walk. She half wondered what the others were up to but after what she had seen down in the State Dining Room maybe it was better that they were apart. Walnut had shot the Doctor. Having those two in the same room was a bad idea. Who knew if she had another weapon. It did make her wonder how many people had weapons.

Turning her attention back to Swamp, she quirked a brow. He wanted music? Well, it didn't make sense to her but it was something she could do. "Of course," she said as she retrieved her violin case and set it on a bench along the wall. Opening it carefully she thought. Just what could she play that was as he described Autopsy music? Taking a deep breath in she brought the bow to the strings and breathed out as she started playing an odd tune. It perhaps wasn't the typical type of violin music but she just rode with what she felt as she closed her eyes. It was hard, it was fast, then it slowed and turned darker, almost plucky in certain parts. Maybe it wasn't the right choice, maybe it was perfect. Only the doctor would know.

Oh My, What Now?

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Quinton leaned against the wall and watched Swamp as he started. He had no idea what the man was doing but he seemed to be doing something and very interested in whatever it was that he was doing. His mind going back to what Titian had told him when he pulled him aside in the hallway when he had heard the woman scream, who he thought still to this point had been Walnut. When Amaranthine started playing, he was even more confused. Just what in the hell was going on with these two? The music was odd and it was loud. It would easily carry through out the floor even with the closed doors. Maybe nod loud in other rooms but it would be heard. He couldn't really blame the woman, the crack of bone was not something that everyone enjoyed hearing. At least she was probably drowning it out in her own mind.

Then he heard something, or he thought he did. Like a popping sound. It wasn't very loud but it made his eyes turn to the gas lights that illuminated each room in the manor. They seemed to flicker a bit more than normal. That was odd, his brow raising. Then the pop happened again. Anywhere in the manor where there was gas lights the popping was happening. Which did include the Confinement Room and the Laboratory. The popping became faster, sputtering the flames, they got weaker and weaker with each flicker. Faster and faster. "Shit," Quinton muttered just before the gas lights died out and everything in the Laboratory went dark, as did the Confinement Room. "Hold still," he said as he pulled something out of his pocket and a small flame started. A fire starter and a piece of paper. Walking over to a table, he lit an oil lamp. The flame flickered as he adjusted it before seeking out others in the room so they, and more importantly, he could see just what in the hell was going on.

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement -> ? (Attic)
Skills: Dexterity, Strength
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Titian stood there, leaning against the wall as people spoke. He let them all finish before he said anything. He might as well. None of them were listening. People wanting someone that could protect themselves: yeah, got with the one that dropped weapons or the other that had them explode in their hands. Great choices. Good luck with that. He wasn't by Walnut anymore, and in fact hadn't since she shot the doctor. He high tailed it away from her. He had spoken up about this before, just not to them. He had already spoken to a certain servant in the house. He could explain that while Blush was running about that the topic of all of them being blackmailed had come up. He could also point out that since she was not with the group a lot of the time that there was no way to prove or believe what she was saying. If she had names, maybe she was the one that started this. Or that others were gone from the group even before dinner. Or, or, or.

Yet, he didn't say any of that. It was obviously pointless. He started chuckling. "I'm beginning to think I'm the smartest person in this room and that boggles the damn mind," he laughed. Titian thought highly of himself, probably too much. He was narcissistic as hell but he also knew he was never the smarted person in the room. Until NOW. He tried, they didn't listen. No point in trying anymore. Anyways, for all he knew they had put them all in this room so they could be watched. Or listened to some how but hey, they didn't even think about that most likely. Shit, no one even bothered to check the bed, the one piece of furniture in the room. Maybe a few gave a quick glance around but not one person had actually checked anything specifically beside him and he had only lightly touched the door knob to check if it was locked.

They were focused on the wrong things. He had one of those moments of, yeah, not sticking around for this anymore. He'd rather be around staff or put in a dungeon. At least then it would be quiet. His head turned the side as he heard violin music playing softly through the walls. That was different. Then the flickering started and his head tilted back to the lights above them. "What the hell now?" he muttered under his breath as he shoved his hand into his pants pocket. Then everything went dark. "Fuck this shit," he said as a rattling sound started. No one tried anything but he was willing to try, something at this point. There was a creaking sound. Then the sound of a bash and metal hitting the ground, then a door slamming. Looking around, he spotted three windows and the faint evening light as snow fell. Breathing deeply he smirked to himself. Yeah, time to find some real answers.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Briefing)
Skills: N/A

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Thana sat there, listening as Gunny retold the events in dry detail of what had happened. She stared out blankly to the room in front of her. Refusing to look anywhere but from a single point at the wall in the back. This was her story. She had written the facts down that she knew and others filled in the rest. She had been told what she wasn't awake, or even alive, for already. She knew the complete report and had read it already, doubling checking for accuracy. She had seen the images. Her own reflection. She knew what she had done and the work it took to ensure she was alive today. Thana didn't want to sit there, rehashing it again. It was a painful memory, still much alive in her own mind. The physical pain had died down, for the most part, but even now, it still stung both mentally and psychically. Yet there she was. A debriefing was a common practice in the military. And in truth it was the easiest way to hand over the information to people. She knew if she hadn't they would question her, ask her, drill her most likely. People were always like that, demanding answers. Thana didn't. It wasn't something she could bring herself to do.

Her eyes went to Ash for the briefest of moments before she looked away. She would never ask him what took so long, what had had endured to get there. She wouldn't make him go through that again just to sate her own curiosity. To do so to someone was cruel. To someone you supposedly trusted showed you never did truly trust them. It was one thing to question those you didn't know, that you didn't trust but once trust was established, to Thana, no explanation was ever required again. That was the purpose of trust. To trust someone with your six, and your heart. To trust what they did without explanation. No, she wouldn't do that to him, or the four she had lead and had their backs for over a year. If they volunteered it that was one thing but if they didn't that was their choice and she wouldn't put them in that position. Ever. And now that she was back, she would do what she could to ensure they didn't have to explain what they had been through anymore. They were there, that's all that mattered.

By the time her dad was done speaking, Thana seemed oddly detached from the moment. She heard what the others had said quietly. Caught the small nods or looks. Slowly she stood up and cleared her throat. "Gunny, I request that Polawski, Carmichael, and Newman be returned to Conference at this point. And that the remaining members of the Newnan Safe Zone be brought to Briefing as I have some vital information on the settlement and perhaps some closure for them." Her voice was dry as she spoke but firm.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Tatiana giggled a bit. Of course he wouldn't forget. Much of their relationship before Newnan fell was built on some rather silly things but it was who they were, or had been back then. His colorful bookbag, playing Monopoly, drawing hearts on walls with their names in them, doing the chicken dance. Jack made her smile so much back then. Back when she was bubbly and bright. Maybe they could have a small part of that again here. Sure, this place was rigid about things but it was working. Over five years here and still standing? Being able to be as rigid as they were. And they had a lot of different people and personalities it seemed. And yet it still worked. She wouldn't let herself get soft though, yet looking at a good majority of the people here that they had met, these people weren't soft. They had survived as well. Made her think of Miss Sally. Looking at the woman at first one would have thought she was just a kind grandmotherly type but out of all the people of Newnan, Miss Sally would have been the last person she would have ever wanted to piss off. Maybe in a way Miss Sally was still around, even if only in spirit.

Looking over at her husband she smiled at him and placed her hand in his. Standing up slowly. She half figured he wanted to chicken dance again. It would be something he would do. The man was horrible dancer. Okay, he could slow dance. But even that took some time for him to get. He had been known to step on her toes a lot when they first started dancing. "I'd love to," she said as she waited to see just what he was going to do. Jamie was fine, he had toys and while there was maybe one or two people she trusted with Jamie,she wasn't afraid if he crawled or walked around. The room was sealed, he couldn't go far and would be in their sight if he did start getting into something. Her eyes followed Jamie as he waddled over to where the TV was and grabbed Waynes leg as the movie started. Yeah, Wayne could watch the kid for a dance. He seemed protective of her and Jamie since they arrived and she had spent nearly the last week with him trying to teach that crazy man to dance. He seemed alright in her book. Crazy, yes. Homicidal, probably. Hurt Jamie, nah.

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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 was fine with others coming over and watching the movie with him. To him everyone should experience the joy of Mel Brooks. The man was comedic gold. Looking over towards Riley when she asked he laughed. "History of the World, Part I. Hey Sportacus! Should get in on this shit! They have a great scene about Rome," he laughed. Oh yeah, it had a scene about Rome, one that would probably make Nigels blood boil. That alone was worth offering a seat to the man if he wanted to come and join. The movie was absurd but that was what Mel Brook did and the cast, well the cast was awesome. And the movie had everything. Unics, cavemen, treasure baths! It was nice. Okay, maybe not thrilling, but nice. It was no Princess Bride but it worked for him!

Looking down as he felt something on his knee he spotted Jamie. "Hey there, little kick ass," he chuckled. If this kid turned out to half half the right hook his momma did the kid would be just fine in this world. Even if Wayne didn't like kids, it wasn't like he was going to hurt him. Wayne was crazy, he wasn't stupid. He'd seen what the kids mom could do with just her fists towards someone who hadn't hurt her child. He did NOT want to see what she was capable of if someone endangered Jamie. Okay, maybe he did, but as long as he wasn't the target. Reaching down he picked the kid up and placed him in his lap as he got comfortable. "Okay, pay attention kid. First thing you're gonna fucking learn is critics are everywhere," he said as the movie started up.

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Year 5: Part 2 Update

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Date: July 21th, 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: 83F (28C)
Humidity: High (Around 73%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 12 MPH (19 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: Overcast

Nikki looked over towards Hunter and nodded, blowing a bubble and popping it. Riley was heading off and she gave her nod. Sure, she'd let her know who won. Anyways seemed she went back over to the other bald girl. Yeah, they were a couple, that was easy enough to spot the way they were together. Looking back over towards Hunter she smirked. "Yeah, I get ya. Have to admit though, I like Checkbook. Didn't at first. Got called that because my mouth kept writing checks my ass couldn't cash," she said with a laugh as she took a step away from the table so Hunter had room to shoot. "Naw, back then it was basic food just to survive, a lot of fish, god so much fish, I was craving a fuckin' MRE by the time I got out," she added with a smile. "Chili Mac and Cheese - together, boom!" she said making a snap of her fingers.

"Hrm." Nikki thought for a moment. "Three almost four years now. Martin Musketeers picked me up on the road, saved my ass from some Douchers. Was nearly starved to death. Would have gone anywhere for a Klondike bar," she said as she chewed her gum. "Nearly got kicked out about six months later for breaking into the distillery and getting shit faced. But hey, Maddog has a soft spot for troubled teens." She grinned a bit. "He keeps my ass out of trouble." Squatting down she watched Hunter. "I'm only 20, well 5 if you want to count my actual birthdays," she said. then she realized that might not make since. "Birthday's February 29th," she added. Seeing him miss the shot and curse she laughed. "Oh Boo-Fuckin-Hoo," she teased as she stood back up and took the pool stick back in her hand as she walked around trying to find a shot. "But hey, thanks, one for me." Winking before she looked back at the table.

Leaning over she lined up a shot and took it. It went in. "Oh, I got you on the run now," she taunted him. Walking around slowly she looked for another shot. "Hey, that's your dog in the Vet quarantine isn't it? She's a real damn sweetie. Loves the fucking beach, I gotta take her out later for her walk. She's been a lot of fun to have around," Nikki added in passing before taking another shot. It went in as well. Third shot she scratched and shrugged. "You're up."

Over in Briefing, Gunny looked over at his daughter and nodded. "Granted, Panama, take Polawski, Newman, and Carmichael back to Conference and bring me," he started before looking down at his papers. "Payne, Ridgeway, and Mr. and Mrs. Newnan," he said before sliding a folder over to Thana.

"Sure thing Boss," Panama said as he motioned for Alexander, Manny, and Thalia to come with him. "Come on y'all, let's get you back to the others." Walking out he waited for them to join him before heading down to Conference and dropping them off. "Amelia, Riley, Tatiana, and Jack. Gunny needs ya in Briefing now," he said. Waiting for them before leading the new group over to briefing and letting them have a seat. Gunny sitting down, this was Thana's show for this round.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Destrehan, Louisiana, USA: November 1st, 1943

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While the haze or shimmering was disturbing there was nothing that could be done about by just standing around. People had to move forward and quickly. If Siduri hadn't already made that clear, nothing would other than, oh I don't know, people starting to drop dead and the sky falling but hey, Chicken Little isn't around right now. he's still caged. Ben shook his head slightly and sighed. "Let's just keep moving," he said as he put the truck in gear. Slowly pulling forward and away from the gate. Driving down the road as the rest of the Carnivale was following behind him and Faith. There was a little worry that maybe he shouldn't have driven off but Siduri did not say to stop nor come out, so keep going until she said otherwise or they needed to stop for the day.

One hand on the wheel Ben pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Setting the back between him and Faith on the seat. "Go ahead and have one if ya want," he said as he rested an elbow out the window of the truck and slowly puffed on it. This drive was going to take a while. Louisiana to New York was a long drive even in modern times. Right now it was the 1940's. The world was at war. Things were tight. Roads weren't exactly something that were maintained. The Carnivale didn't exactly have the newest model vehicles coming off the few lines that were active for civilian manufacturing. Billboards lined the highways saying things like Support the Troops, Buy Bonds, and so forth.

Figuring they were going to be at this for a few days Ben tried to relax some behind the wheel. "So, ever met Babylon before?" he asked Faith. He didn't know the girl but he had to give her this. She had guts to be going to do this with everything happened, with a group of people she didn't know, without the people she did know. Strong woman, which was a good thing in his mind. Considering what was going on, strength of mind and determination might be the tipping factor, if there was one.

Peter looked over towards Gilbert and nodded. "Quite well, thank you," he said before turning and looking towards Gio. So it was back to Egypt was it? That was what had gotten him into trouble in the first place. "Say nothing of it, should we be able to test the theory it will prove valuable information in fighting these creatures in the future." Peter did have a thought though as he stepped through. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad location to start after all. There was the Royal base there his uncle was in command of. Should they need to arm themselves, blend in, perhaps, oh yes, perhaps a plane, it was a good place to start. Even if he did have to creatively acquire such things.

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Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924

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As people started to step through the portal, they would find themselves in an ancient fortress built by the Romans that was still standing in Cairo. A good place for the portal to take them. It wasn't traveled right now. Closed off to the public and few guards at the very outskirts to keep out the riff raff. A place they could lay low and not just be put into such a predicament as locals seeing those not outfitted for the era. Nothing odd seemed to be in play - that was what was odd. There was no haze - At first.

Peter quirked a brow. Was this because they were outside of where the loop was? If there was no haze, then being there was pointless. "Well that is odd," Peter commented to those that had already stepped through. Gilbert and James would note it as well. Nothing seemed to be off or observable other than observing the normal. (Which at this point could betaken as good or bad.) Yet, it only lasted a few moments. Then it set in like it had back in Louisiana. "And that is even more strange," Peter added as he moved away from the portal so the others could come through.

Looking at his clothing Peter then looked at the others. "I say, I do believe I am the only one that fits the local and more than that era of clothing. Perhaps I should see what I can do about fetching something more, appropriate for the rest?" he suggested. Maybe The Hat could pull something out of it but if they could tend to things without having to do such, especially on such a minor detail, wouldn't that be best?

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Sighing, he didn't give a damn what these people's real name was. He didn't know them. What the hell did real names matter at this point other than maybe using that information to blackmail someone later on? Titian just shook his head. "Well my name is Kliment Lothaire. I am 34 years old. I enjoy strong drinks, being awesome, and long walks on the beach with pretty women. I learned to tie my own shoes at three and I can eat every fucking chicken in this place. Oh and I can be a bit aggressive towards people if they get on my bad side. Who's next? Oh right. It doesn't matter," he said while he rolled his eyes.

Titian was all for having some fun, especially at anothers expense. Hell, even at his own. Thing was, after what he had seen earlier in the night he had a choice to make. Right hand or in the path. Considering he walked that line daily in his life, he rode it out to see what would happen. Then he did and well, he knew crazy. And not the good kind of crazy either that was fun in the bedroom. Okay, well he knew that as well but this wasn't that type of crazy. This was dangerous crazy. They were there because of getting blackmailed. And even his dumb ass could figure out that wasn't the focus of what was going on here. People were pointing fingers to get keep fingers from being pointed at themselves. Titian might have been obnoxious but he wasn't evil. He wasn't good either but just damn. The man had patience, it was an asset, but you see, he failed it, epicly. He had failed keeping his aggression, an affliction of his, in check.

The man had had enough. Rubbing the back of his neck he started to chuckle. "Oh I seem to remember Swamp being in a battle of chairs with Cobalt there when all that happened. Refusing to move at all, after trying to help the woman who fainted at the gate." How could anyone forget the Chair Wars? Smirking he continued. "But hey, weren't you by that poor woman's chair? More than that, under it, messing with it, just before it went up?" he asked looking at Walnut. She had been sitting right next to the chair that went up into the air carrying Kindle, Walnut had fallen out of her chair right before and was right there. He kept thinking back on the night, as he was walking through the first floor with Walnut. Then he remembered the the Gun Room. "Oh and then threatened to cut the tongue out of one servant if he didn't speak and followed that up by asking for a weapon from the same man? Shall we call him in here and see if he will nod yes or no when asked?" And then there was the Joyous Corridor when people started yelling for help after Mauve attacked a bird and Plum ended up stabbing himself in the foot. "Then you stated have skills in matters when it comes to the injured not long before you shot Swamp. Are those skills in healing or inflicting? You are rather mad woman are you not? I must applaud you though, you have beauty to hide it, for a time." Holding his hands out he gave her a mocking clap or two. The man had tried to cover her earlier. Why he had no idea. And it took him a while for the gears to kick into place just how cuckoo this woman was, he wasn't the brightest after all but he wasn't as stupid as people seemed to think he was. Now that things fell into place and before she painted one more person as the murder she was, it was over.

"I might be dense but to me it seems the real danger is that little bird right there," he said pointing to Walnut. "Or..." thumbing over at the woman who dropped the knife, "maybe look at the other one that is drawing weapons right now. You know, the actual in the room threats." Shrugging he crossed his arms over his chest. "Hell, don't listen to me, I'm just the big dumb lug around here right?" It might have sounded like he was pulling shit out of his ass but out of all the theories so far, his was the only one that could be backed up with witnesses. Either those in the room now or the servants in the house. These were the events as they had unfolded in front of everyone. He wasn't saying Swamp wasn't a threat, but Swamp wasn't in the room and he was far more concerned with Death when it was right in front of him looking like an angel.

*Above are obvious things all or at least one other character/NPC was witness to. Now before anyone else metagames things - such as knowing Titian was checking to see if he would break a door down (as one of the most recent examples) - especially without a roll - shall we move on? Remember, if a character doesn't say it or obviously do something, you need a check. Thankies!

~Your loving but at the end of her rope GM~

Lady A

🦄 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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Boat (Infirmary): The doctor looked at Mosi as if she was mad. She wanted to see the damage? Well, who was he to deny a woman her morbid curiosities? After what she had suffered to end up in this condition he wasn't exactly feeling like she was fragile and would faint over the sight of herself. He might have, if he hadn't already before she arrived. Taking a breath he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a mirror. They kept several in the room in case someone needed stitches in a place that wasn't easy to see so he could show them once he was done, and other reasons. Taking one over he handed it over to her and half braced himself just in case she dropped it when she actually took a look at herself.

"A Miss Clark and a Mr. Reddish," the Captain said to Mosi as the guard left. "They shouldn't be wandering about," he added as he stood there. He wasn't leaving until a guard returned at this point. Last time he had left someone alone with the doctor he came back to find the man passed out on the floor. Today was shipping up to be a lot more eventful than he had wanted. He just wanted to get the boat back on the river at this point.

Boat (Lauren's Room -> Moving Out): Vera stood there listening to everything they both had to say. Which was a lot. She took a deep breath. She didn't want to put off looking for George but perhaps he had left to simply go fetch her something and they had just missed each other. It was possible. As she was starting to find out nothing was impossible and poor Miss Clark had seemed to be through an ordeal of her own. If the room was just two doors down, of course it would make sense to check while they could. "Yes, please, let us go and see if we can find it. Sometimes all we have left are the memories," she said in an understanding voice to Josephine. It was all she had left of Peter now. Reddish, oh Reddish. While the Lord Major might have been unsuccessful in his leap of faith, Reddish was darkness, he was the shadow! mwahahaha! Moving without issue and being able to make sure that no one would be detected on their journey to the room they sought out! In fact, so well indeed he would arrive and be able to open the door undetected. Room was in order and no one was in there.

Athribis (Underground): Poor Lord Major isn't figuring out shit this round. Mores-the-pity. Richard on the other hand is having better luck, he and Faye are going to be able to round the corner and see the other group off down the hallway as they are moving forward without being seen straight out. He and Faye will recognize them from being on the ship. Gene sadly isn't able to figure much out right now, she isn't detecting any more danger at the present though, so that's good. Right? Nora is having a bit better luck. Seeing the markings, while she can't read them and Vera would be very useful right now, patterns are allowing her to determine that what is on the walls is basically like one would have in an office building. They are actually pointing different directions to different points. If one were to write these down and reference them if they continued one could easily create a layout of the underground as they go and be able to get back out when they need to - hopefully.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

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Special Note: Oh my.... As the characters start looking around, they are going to notice something odd. You know how your vision gets after you rub your eyes for too long? Things seem to have that haze over them? Like looking through a bit of a fog? Yeah, that is how everything is looking right now.

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Kirkpatrick House: Lady Kirkpatrick had trust in Maeve for this, if only because she knew she had a stake in things that were happening now. It wasn't that the woman enjoying having leverage over people but she found much of the time that having leverage was one of the few ways to ensure loyalty until true loyalty could be established. The Butler had the carriage ready in short order. It was normally just a single horse drawn carriage but they had managed to set it up for a second. That way they could bring Colette's mare as well and if Colette went off on her own neither woman would be stuck without transportation. It was the best he could make of the situation.

"Of course, please keep me informed as you can," The Lady Kirkpatrick said before getting up. Moving to where Maeve was at this point she slipped off a ring from her finger and handed it over to Maeve. It was her family crest ring. "Seal any correspondence with this, I will know," she said as she handed it over. It may come in more use than that later one. Having the woman's name to drop could prove useful in the future. Lady Kirkpatrick stopped for a moment and rubbed her eyes, this was odd. Was she finally starting to croak? Everything had a haze to it. "Go, quickly now." Something was happening and she didn't like it.

Gretna Green: Virginia is pretty sure that Vlad wouldn't have sent a wolf to her, while the Circus had wolves, it hadn't been the same type of wolf as she had seen during her visit and the exposition that the Circus had put on. Similar yes but not the same and after seeing the way that the Circus was with their animals, it was doubtful that it would have been possible for them. That wolf seemed, stronger. It is hard to put into words but something in her tells her it was to lead her to the circus, not that it was from the circus.

Veta looked over at Constantin and shook her head. "I knov not vhere my dear Myshka is..." she said in a saddened voice. The last she had seen her tiger was whens he had been taken up into the air. She had not seen him since but she feared the worst. When an animal is bonded, they can feel each other. It isn't like a homing signal but like when a twin knows something is wrong with another twin. This is how it felt for her. As if he just wasn't there anymore and it saddened her. Myshka was the closest thing to a child she had. Stopping she looked around slowly. "Vhat in vorld?" she asked as looked around. Something was wrong, a lot of things were wrong of course but this was the most recent wrong that was going on. Everything was glassy.

Rutherford stopped in his tracks and rubbed his eyes, as did Millicent. Slowly he looked over towards Millicent and his face distorted. It looked like half of it melted away and then shifted back into place. This caused Millicent to take a hurried step back from him. He tried to keep his grip on her arm but she twisted and jumped back as she screamed. It was horrific what she had seen, even if it had only been for a split second. It was like half his face had been shot off. And now everything around her looked glassy. "Stay back!" she yelled as she reached into the folds of her dress at the back and pulled out a Lamga set.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Special Note: Oh my.... As the characters start looking around, they are going to notice something odd. You know how your vision gets after you rub your eyes for too long? Things seem to have that haze over them? Like looking through a bit of a fog? Yeah, that is how everything is looking right now.

Indiana (Heading For Grimm): Adelaide nodded. Her family was Italian, at least Italian decent. Her was actually rather proud of her family's heritage. So much in fact that after her accident in college she had a tattoo of the families coat of arms done on her back to cover the scaring. Only one she had but it was huge and covered the majority of her skin. It was a way of healing for her. As far as Chris had gone, that was still up for debate but she had her theories. Ones she had tried not to think about after Riley shot him back during the reunion. "He wanted to be a famous movie director in High School, I don't know, maybe he thought if he did this it would make him famous. And it did, in the worst way possible," she said as she continued to drive. After years of visiting Cynthia in the mental ward, she learned to never really try to figure out the mind of the crazy. It just brought you to bad places. "Yeah, go ahead," she added when Robert mentioned he wanted to take a nap. Adelaide reached up and rubbed her eyes, did she not get enough sleep last night? Why was everything looking weird?

Grimm, Indiana (Asylum Sub-basement): Alicia felt something and smirked. "Papi," she said as her eyes unclouded and went clear. Looking at Priya, Alicia now had a better idea of what was going on. She wasn't sure but at least knew one thing. She was still technically dead, and well technically was the best way to be right then. Picking up a rusted and half crushed empty soda can from the trash that dotted the old floor Alicia twisted and ripped it. "Girl, I'm fuckin' dead. Not crazy," she said as she took the jagged edge of the can and tried to cut herself. The skin didn't pierce at first. It took a lot to hurt a Paradox. They were a bit tougher skinned and healed a bit faster. Pushing down hard and twisting she finally broke skin. Pulling it away there was blood, then it dried and the cut began to heal.

Looking over at Riley she smirked. "Thanks, I try. It's the Latina in me, we age well," she joked. Alicia always was a bit different. Moving with Riley, Priya is having a hard time finding a trail now. Thing is, she is damn sure she should be able to pick up on one. Did the thing just vanish into thin air? Because with the floor, the dirt, the trash, the way things echo down here, there is not way in hell that whatever they were following could not have left some sort of trail.

The elevators are not working but there are stairs and the door is open. Alicia stops as everything seems to shirt and her vision gets a little blurry and everything feels like she is looking through a haze. "Oh fuck that can't be good. Wish I knew what the hell was goin' on Chica. Shits gettin' weird," she said as she kept walking. That was an understatement, and if Alicia was calling something weird then just damn.

Grimm, Indiana (Tinder House): Zoie looked over towards Mali and nodded. She was about to round the corner and try to see who the hell was here now. Then she had to stop and rub her eyes. Everything seemed to take on a haze. "What in tarnation?" she muttered to herself. Maybe she had something in her eyes. Then she heard voices. It wasn't like Caesar was being quiet, hell he was yelling. "Wasn't that the Mexican who lives in your building?" she asked as she peeked her head around the corner as their SUV backed out and started heading towards the Asylum. They would be there within five minutes. It wasn't a long drive. Zoie lowered her weapon and started walking back around to the front of the house as the SUV drove out of sight. "What the fuck is goin' on around here?" she asked. Not really to Mali but to herself and well the universe in fucking general. She still couldn't get her vision to clear up.

Grimm, Indiana (The Asylum - Outside): "Yeah, thanks Dad," Roy said to Cecily with a chuckle. Well if he was the lady, she had to be the guy. :P Cecily is managing to keep cool about everything, which is real damn good because as her and Roy push into the Asylum and see the place looks rather abandoned, like not recently abandoned. Like it has been sitting here frozen in time for the last fifty years abandoned. Roy stops and rubs his eyes. "I think I got dust in my eyes," he said as he rubbed his eyes but that wasn't helping. Blinking he kept his gun up and tried again to look around. That blur in his vision wasn't going away. "I feel like I just stepped into the damn Twilight Zone...."