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Location: Almack's


Virginia overheard some of the conversations, as she made her way around Almack's in search of a friendly face. The mention of her name, along with the suggestions for her attire, confused her ever so slightly. Why should she wear a false beard? She would much rather grow her own, as there was a certain pride for facial hair that ran in the Crypt family. Their Spanish and Italian relatives had the most exquisite mustaches. But she was quite afraid that the facial hair did not seem to be in her genetic coding--no hints of beards had ever appeared on her face.

However, it was then that she spotted Mrs. Wyndham and the lord from earlier. She paused for a moment, thankful that her friend appeared to have escaped from their grasp, but she also pondered how long that might ask. And while she did not care to converse with them, she hardly cared to dance either, and no one else had shown an interest in dancing with her. Besides, the music was not proper for a mamushka.

"Lord Rutherford," Virginia greeted, turning to face Millicent's mother. "And Mrs. Wyndham. What a despicable pairing you two make..." She smiled ever so slightly, her pale features catching the light of Almack's. Had she cared for her social standing, she perhaps would have been petty enough to veil the insults and remarks, but the Crypts did not care for the approval of society.

"What nefarious designs do you have in store for this evening?" Virginia asked, before locking her eyes with Lord Rutherford. "While some do place the blame for the Soulless with the lower classes, Lord Rutherford, I cannot help but wonder if perhaps you do the exact opposite of hindering the spread..." She paused for a moment, knowing very well the implications of her words. It was no secret that many blamed prostitutes for the spread of the Soulless--and yet, those prostitutes had to be solicited by some gentleman. She would not have been surprised if Lord Rutherford was one of them.

"Mrs. Wyndham, I do insist that you come and take supper at the manor this Season," Virginia added, smiling as sweetly as a Crypt could at the woman. "And the invitation does extend to you as well, Lord Rutherford, if you are so inclined."


Jack Hudson

Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)


Jack hugged Froggy back, grinning all the while. He had never known his father, and in the few months that Jack had known Froggy, the man had filed in that father role for him. Thanking Froggy for his congratulations, Jack couldn't help but keep on beaming, as so many of the people he cared about came over to congratulate Tatiana and himself. Being able to spend this day with all of them meant a lot to him. He never expected, a year or so ago, that he'd live to see his wedding day.

As Ash made the introductions, Jack nodded at Thana and held out his hand. He had to catch himself from thanking her for her service, a habit that still came up from time to time. His mother had always demanded for him to do that whenever he was younger and introduced to a military officer. "Pleasuh to meet you, ma'am," Jack greeted. And of course, having a friend for Ash was always a good idea in his book. The man needed some more joy in life.

His eyes widened slightly at the alcoholic gift. While he never drank excessively back in the day, he had a good appreciation for alcohol. He tended to be a beer guy himself, but Ash's gift was amazing, and Jack felt almost too generous. "Captain, thank you," Jack said, taking the bottle from Ash.

"You think she knows the chicken dance, solovey?" Jack teased ever so slightly, grinning broadly as he nodded. Tatiana would show him up at dancing no matter what it was, but he wouldn't have it any other way. As long as he didn't step on her toes, he was sure that it would be fine. Plus, half of the fun after that would be seeing Ash (hopefully) dance with his new friend.

"Amazingly, thanks for askin'," Jack told Kris, hugging her back. As Tatiana left to go fetch something, he was a bit confused, and rather curious at what she was getting. Kissing her back, he nodded, trusting in his wife. He turned his attention back to Thana, accepting the second bottle of alcohol, feeling almost a bit ridiculous with a bottle in each hand. "You're in luck, ma'am, James is the finest cook there evah was," Jack added, hearing Thana's request for food.

Thanking Niesha, Jack was still smiling, though he was mentally keeping track of where Tatiana was--or perhaps better put, where she wasn't. "She'll be back real soon, don't worry," Jack reassured Niesha.

Beatrice Decker

Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)


Had she not known how much her friend enjoyed the wedding, Beatrice would perhaps have been more honest with her distaste for the entire thing. It seemed to her to be another pointless display of emotion and affection, followed up with a party for something that everyone else already knew was going to happen. The only thing that changed, as she noted Ash passing over a bottle to Jack, was that the two of them now had a private stash of alcohol.

"I'm fine, thanks," Beatrice replied, pausing for a moment. "Never been to a wedding before--it's not really my type of scene...You guys looked good, though." She smiled ever so slightly, a change from her usual guarded habits and passive face. The entire event as a whole confused her, with Beatrice not quite certain where to go or what to do. At least, taking the seat with Ray and Tiffany, she at least had people to talk to.

"How are you two doing? Well I hope?" Beatrice inquired. She desperately hoped that she wouldn't be expected to go congratulate the newlyweds--she wasn't too certain what kind of bullshit about romance she could spout to serve as a decent compliment for them.

Chloe Ridgeway

Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)


Chloe chuckled a bit, not meaning to break the system. It struck her as a bit funny that Ash put a bartender in charge who didn't know even the general tastes of different alcohols beyond beer. But then again, she didn't mind the slight awkwardness of the situation. In prison, there hadn't been choices, there hadn't been options. Best you could do is bribe the resident hooch maker to create a batch to your liking, and if you didn't like it, tough. You learned to.

"Whatever you have is fine," Chloe added, not expecting too much of Jim at this point. But Ryan, seemingly familiar with the various alcohols that Ash brewed and attained for the party, ended up taking care of the situation. Mouthing a slight thank you to him, she struggled to not roll her eyes as well when Jim noted that the had drinks. "I wish I received a notification when I became an alcoholic, could've gotten double the AA badges," Chloe quipped with a sigh to Ryan, before giggling again as he downed half his drink.

"Very macho," she commented, taking sips from her own drink. If they were being monitored as to how much they could have, Chloe intended to make her drinks last. Her gaze drifted towards the food area, spotting the creepy ass mute--Bryn--over there with Sana. The woman gave her the creeps, reminding her of one prisoner she had met who was almost instantaneously transferred out of min and into max.

The alternative, of course, would be to go over and interact with Ash, Jack, Thana, and the rest. Both options seemed to be equally awful, but one of them came with food. On balance, the food seemed to be ever so slightly better. And as long as Bryn didn't stare at her, and Sana didn't pull any of her usual 'cherish your sister' bullshit, it'd all be good. "Alright, alright, I'm coming, I'm coming," Chloe said, rolling her eyes a bit at Ryan's impatience.

Ravi Chakrabarti

Location: Four miles west of Newnan, in the snow.


In an effort to spare his eardrums from giving out after years of overwork and abuse, Ravi stuck his fingers in his ears, attempting to block out the hideous noises spewing from Gavin's mouth. While he normally might have cautioned his friend that every walker in the area would hear them, it was too horrendous for him to even think. But of course, his hands didn't block it all out, and he still heard ever titillating detail of the song. Once he stopped, Ravi cautiously removed his hands from his ears.

"Perhaps it's in your best interest that American Idol is no longer functioning," Ravi commented. "I hate to crush your dreams, mate, but that was piss poor."

Rolling his eyes, Ravi once again wondered how Gavin was still alive. Rather than creating plans, the man simply rushed in and did whatever he felt would be best. He felt like there had had to have been a line advising against that in the pamphlet or whatever they gave to new rangers--but knowing Gavin, Ravi suspected that any instructional material he had been given had been thrown away just as quickly.

"You know, perhaps your singing isn't half bad," Ravi mused, as Gavin started up again. "It may just repel walkers--I know it certainly repels me." He snickered slightly, grinning cheekily at his friend.
@Lady Amalthea I figured now was a good time :P


Cecily Ashworth

Location: the Morgue


"...." Cecily tried to formulate a response, but her words failed her for a moment. She hated talking on the phone as a general rule, and right now, she felt herself pulled in two directions. Caesar had set up dinner plans for them, and here she was, attempting to schedule the FBI agent to come along. Now it seemed that he'd be coming to her place of business, potentially with a body. But he had been with Riley, hadn't he? What had her roommate gotten herself into?

Hearing Riley's voice, Cecily made the 'O.K.' hand sign at Caesar, pressing her pointer finger to her thumb. And before she had a moment to ask Riley what on earth was going on, Riley ended the call. Staring at her phone, she felt a little dumbfounded. Riley's sister had been murdered that day--and now, it seemed like someone else close to Riley was dying as well.

If this pattern kept up, they might need to stay in the morgue longer that night than she'd like. Fortunately, no one had come by yet to claim or identify bodies, so it was a bit peaceful in that respect. Tuesday's body would be picked up by Riley, she assumed, and Ronnie's as well she imagined. Notices to the next of kin hadn't even gone out yet, she reminded herself, but news always did tend to spread in Justice relatively quickly.

Putting her phone in her pocket, Cecily resolved herself to letting Caesar figure out the scheduling snafu. It was above her pay grade, and once the man returned, she'd tell him that the FBI agent may very well be coming to them--or going to the hospital.

Jaina Sarbye

Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building


Twirling one of her braids around her finger, Jaina let out a happy sigh. It had proven to be a perfect day so far! Her brother had canceled his visit, heading to some conference in San Diego instead. That had been a definite highlight. But no, what she found even more wonderful and exciting had been the sound of gunfire!

"Here comes a candle to light you to bed~ Here comes a chopper to chop off your head~!" Jaina recited softly to herself, before suddenly launching herself off from the chair, quite literally flipping to her feet. She grinned and looked around, as if waiting for someone to give her a score for the small trick. But no one quite seemed to be paying attention to her, instead making their way towards the commotion with all of the orderlies.

"Awww, you guys are playing without me?" Jaina asked. "That's so incredibly rude, don't'cha know?" But her beaming face didn't remain sad for long. Jaina made her way towards the source of the ruckus, from where she had heard the sound of gunfire. Perhaps one of her friends had been responsible! She could hardly imagine how someone got a gun inside of the asylum, but she didn't quite care.

All she knew was that it was going to be the best day of her life!

Iris Kingston

Location: Heading To Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane


Iris was sipping delicately on a strawberries and crème frappucino, video chatting with her brother over in the Diamond District, when a text came in from work. There was a policy at the asylum for the patient's psychiatrist to be notified immediately if any major issues arose. And frowning deeply, Iris read the rather frantic message, giving her hardly anymore information than that Cynthia had had an episode and Iris would need to come back immediately.

"C'est quoi, Iris?" her brother asked, sitting in his office in England, thousands of miles away.

"Ce n'est pas grave, ne t'inquiète pas," Iris reassured him, putting on a fake smile, though anyone who knew her could see the stress on her face. Cynthia McMillan had just arrived at the asylum that day, and already, she seemed to be attracting more trouble than Iris could handle. It wasn't a typical day where mysterious hackers and covered up government attacks found themselves in her notes on the patients--usually not ones that appeared to actually exist.

"Iris...Dis-moi," her brother insisted, but Iris shook her head. Patient confidentiality and all that. "Je vais te téléphoner à demain." She waved goodbye to her brother, and despite his protesting, ended the call. Pocketing her phone, Iris picked up her drink and hurried outside of the Starbucks. And then cursing herself slightly for rushing and being forgetful, she pulled her phone back out and called an Uber to take her back to Justice Asylum.
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Dorothy Pender

Location: Medical Bay


Seeing the slight smile on Daphne's face was a relief, to say the least. There were moments when Dorothy was not quite certain as to how to reach out to her sister, how to communicate with her, how to apologize to her, and how to forgive herself above all else for abandoning Daphne. She chuckled slightly, seeing that despite the deaths of that day, Daphne seemed to be functioning--even insulting and teasing the Alliance pilot, Harper.

As Harper entered the medical bay unannounced, Dorothy felt a small pinprick of irritation. After the events earlier that day, with far too many people crowding themselves into the medical bay, she would have much preferred for people to request permission to enter. But at the same time, they were hardly busy, and she was having a conversation with her sister. Her annoyance lacked basis for the most part.

"Go on, mei-mei," Dorothy encouraged. "Get a handle for this old girl. As kuh wu as the Alliance is, the tech's usually beautiful." She would know, after all. It was the Alliance that trained her to be an army doctor, it was the Alliance that gave her the skills she used now to help the Browncoats. Glancing back at Harper, Dorothy figured that as Anisa's new second, she might as well introduce herself. "Dorothy Pender, pleased to meet you. Anything happens to Daphne, and we're gonna have a problem."
@Pundii: Day 5


Nora Kingston

Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha


At the mention of her husbandly prospects potentially diminishing from the scarring, Nora felt a sense of relief. Marriage had never been something she had in mind for herself--in general, she was quite afraid of it. Unable to have children or confine herself to societal expectations, the entire business of marriage seemed to invite despair and nastiness to her. She would be better off left alone. Perhaps intentionally allowing all to see the mark could work in her favor--yet she also knew that her father would be liable to throw her in a home in the countryside for psychiatric treatment.

"Yes, yes, bobbles and trinkets," Nora said absentmindedly, making a mental note to clean the wound more often than the doctor stated. She had no intention of falling ill due to infection or the like. The bill would be quite easy to pay, with the meager funds her father allowed her from her work for him. But of course, a far more pressing matter then remained--what caused this injury to occur?

For the life of her, Nora could not fathom a logical explanation. She had witnessed the entire event, felt the burning pain, and had the wound as evidence. Yet there had been no one there to brand her--her senses must have deceived her, or perhaps, the illogical was real. It was a troubling line of thought, and one that Nora hoped would subside shortly. There would be some explanation for the mark soon enough.
I'll be posting here and everywhere else Friday morning I imagine, after my chem exam. Going into a study coma.
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