Morose

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@ONL A special math room? :P

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@FantasyChic@Nallore: Day 7
@Witch Cat: Day 5

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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

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To say that Nora was confused and shocked was a bit of an understatement. Her family were Christians, of course, and she was familiar with the concept of speaking in tongues. But she always thought it was silly, perhaps a metaphor for something else, something with more basis in reality. To be frank, Nora was not even quite certain if she herself was religious. She never found much comfort in Christianity. It was too mythic for her.

"I am a....guardian...for a....god?" Nora repeated, an eyebrow arched. "I am hardly even treated as a being capable of rational thought--I am nothing more than a courtesy title in this world, the youngest daughter to be married off to some reputable man...But never before have I fancied myself to be those things--and yet, I cannot call myself a guardian to a goddess either."

She had resigned herself to living in a world that did not accept her a long time ago. Though she knew it could not have been so, she always fancied that from birth, she knew that she could not fit in among the others. There was no point in wasting energy to try to impress others, or even to attempt to change society to accept those like her. She had accepted her lot in life. And when it came to tales of magic and romance, she regarded them as myth--as tales told to explain science, as silly fantasies that denied true understanding of the world.

But she glanced down at the mark on her hand, and she recalled the words she had uttered. Either Neema spoke the truth or she was insane. She supposed that the insane would fancy themselves to be sane and never consider the possibility of madness. Neema speaking the truth seemed to be the more likely case. Finally, Nora raised her head to regard Neema.

"If I have been chosen as a guardian for this goddess, I should like to know what she needs such protection against," Nora asked quietly. "I hardly fancy it is a mathematical proof that the goddess perceives to be such a grave danger to her person."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Getting a post up now ^^

_{So shipping Peter/Nora
They can do proofs together}

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: the Galley ---> Outside Gene's Quarters ---> the Bridge

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Dorothy may have abandoned her sister years ago, leaving her behind on Boros with their drunkard of a father, but that didn't mean she didn't care fiercely for Daphne. As Harper questioned Daphne's skills and level of dedication, it took all of her strength not to reply curtly you're correct, Harper. You do underestimate her. But pride in her sister wasn't appropriate in this moment. Her military training had taught her that. But thankfully, the Captain came to her sister's defense as well, and Dorothy smiled as she nodded in agreement.

"Daphne's full of surprises," Dorothy agreed, not adding much else more. They didn't need to have yet another tense situation on their hands. And it was true--her sister could be a bit impulsive and moody at times, but she was so young, Dorothy felt it would've been more concerning if Daphne wasn't the way she was. She'd grow out of it eventually, but even if she didn't, Dorothy would love the kid nonetheless.

Nodding at the Captain's orders, Dorothy hoped that Harper would recognize Anisa's growing irritation. They didn't need a repeat of what happened with Gene on their hands. "I'll check in on her," Dorothy nodded, rolling her eyes as Jahosafat bolted for the door, covering his mouth. She couldn't even bring herself to pity the man, and knew that there was a good chance she'd be treating him for alcohol poisoning later that day.

Taking a few crackers and some of the preserves, Dorothy made herself a small little thing to eat, a bit curious as to what Harper wanted to talk to Anisa so desperately about. The man was definitely...different than the rest of the Alliance members, though all of the ones on this ship seemed to be eccentrics, to say the very least. Once she had her fill, she fixed up some for Gene and Daphne.

"I'll be with my mei-mei if you need me, Cap," Dorothy said, nodding farewell at Harper and Anisa, as she left the Galley the way she came. She retraced her steps and knocked twice on Genevieve's door. "Gene, food's here," Dorothy announced. She set down the food that she'd fixed up for Gene, so that way she could grab it whenever she was ready, before finally making her way to the bridge.

"Mei-mei, you hungry?" Dorothy asked, as a way of announcing her presence.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Getting a post up now, sorry for the delay!

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii@Nallore@FantasyChic@Witch Cat@rivaan:

Welcome, welcome, welcome to Chapter Two!!!! The lovely @Witch Cat figured out the identity of the murderer, the demon Mephistopheles, a few days back. A huge congratulations to them for that. We are now going into phase two of the RP--one of many phases to come, don't worry--which means we have some housekeeping business to take care of. This business is due by the time this post (this one here) reaches day 8.

1. Relations and clue sheets need to be updated for chapter 2. An updated version of the base code is in the OOC. If your characters have had interactions, add relations! If not, that's okay. What matters most is that the clues are updated.

2. You have all earned bonus skills/rewards. For successfully solving the first chapter, @Witch Cat gets a bonus reward. The skill below will indicate if it should be edited into general world skills or combat skills. These are based off of your gameplay in the first part.

Andromeda Aldrich - Stress Management - General World Skill
Seraphina Adams - Deduction - General World Skill
Eudora Erebus - Gypsy Lore - General World Skill
Emmie Adams - Defense Against Witchcraft - Combat Skill
Liam Matthews - Alcohol Tolerance - General World Skill
Aloise Zamora - Investigation - General World Skill
Lilith St. Sebastian - Seances - General World Skill

The bonus reward for @Witch Cat is.... another skill, as determined by LLA. Other options included a clue and a get out of death free card, folks. The bonus skill is designed to help with the coming chapter.

Eudora Erebus - Specialized Necromantic Knowledge: Curses - General World Skill

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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MYCROFT: Oh Sherlock, what do we say about coincidence?
SHERLOCK: The universe is rarely so lazy.

Today, my dears, I would love to tell you a story--but it is a story that you already know. Forget, for a moment, the little Valeska girl running down the streets in another world. Do not fret about Andromeda and her death that almost happened. And please, worry not about the wardrobe, and its peculiar powers! Reflect back, back to just a few months prior--rejoin me in June of the 2016th year, but do take care to leave October and Carolina behind in May. It is not time for their stories to intertwine just quite yet.

No, my children, remember the death of a funny little boy. He was a witch and a tutor, and for the most part, he kept to himself. He sentenced that pretty waitress, Sutton, to death. And with it, Liam's chances of true happiness. Oh, what a lovely little couple they could have been...but it does not help to dwell too much on that. What was the boy's name again? Ah yes. Daniyal.

All names are important in this, my loves. Altsoba? It means constant war, constant conflict, constant loss. And it was the location of the apocalypse. Coventry? Why, a British tale of betrayal and loss--sounds familiar, no? But Daniyal, it means God is my judge. And ever so fitting, the witch boy is burning in hell, eternally damned for the worst of crimes--for inadvertently causing the apocalypse.

Now Daniyal was murdered, if you do recall, by the demon Mephistopheles. Funny, Marlowe wrote about a demon of that name before in his play. That demon is the very M who has begun the murders, who has started to terrorize this town. O.M.E.N. may pretend that its leaders have not fallen, but they are well and truly dead. Perhaps it was revenge for slaying Lucifer...But why here, why in Coventry?

Why does Jade Cornish still breathe, the person who drove the blade through the devil, and Fiodora and Sal, complete innocents, have perished instead? There is more to this mystery, dears, than simply knowing the identity of your would-be killer...

Good luck. You're in desperate need of it.

December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor

Once they reach the fifth floor, Andromeda opens the door, letting Emmie follow her inside. Several of the rooms have had the walls removed, turning the middle of the floor into an expansive family space, along with a kitchen. To the left, there is the bathroom, a laundry area, and a room marked as Andy's. To the right, there is the master bedroom, as well as a spare room. For the most part, the décor matches the rest of the hotel--if not even more extreme.

"Not just yet--give me a moment," Andromeda explained, as she headed for the large bookshelves in the family space. Her finger drifted among the titles, until she pulled out an extremely thin copy of Dr. Faustus, a play by Marlowe. "His name is Mephistopheles," Andromeda said, handing the copy of the play over to Emmie. "I don't know why or how, but he killed my father..."

But before Andromeda can explain much more, the door to the guest room opens, and a tall, weary looking man emerges. He looks like he has been on the run for months, hardly getting a wink of shuteye. Andromeda smiles softly at him as he shuffles over, in desperate need of coffee.

"Emmie, this is my brother--Detective Walter Hanson."

December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor

Keenan may as well have been British, as he keeps a stiff upper lip, even as Sera sends him a bit of a nasty glare. Her developing lack of trust in him doesn't seem to bother the agent all too much, and either Aloise wasn't bothered as well, or she didn't notice the oddity behind it. The situation wasn't quite clear. "Altsoba survivahs aren't easy to find," Keenan explained. "Was a bit suhprised to find you lot here in one place."

Aloise nodded in agreement. As far as she could remember, the only other survivors out there who could help would be Hanson and Jade, both of whom had gone radio silent after the apocalypse. And of course, there were the Crypts. But that family could easily do more harm than good. "Andromeda could be helpful," Aloise agreed. "It's a historic hotel, after all--maybe she knows something about this wardrobe."

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly

As Lilith searches through Folly's small tent, her room so to speak, there are some objects that stick out. On a heap of blankets and rug in the middle, boxes of various teas--some common and some exotic--splay about. There are some mugs as well, more of them chipped than fully in tact. Books cover the ground as well, all of them likely stolen from libraries or from bookstores. The circus paid for room and board--it didn't always cover much else.

A few minutes after Lilith enters the tent, she'll hear the flap brush open, and someone let out a sigh. "She's such a disappointment, you know. Always so...boring," Boris chuckled, pulling his curly green hair back. He picked up a notebook from the ground, flipping through his daughter's writing as he hummed cheerily to himself. Tossing it aside, he laughed a bit at Lilith, having guessed at her efforts. "You wanna be my friend?" he asked, cackling even more to himself.

December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

A well dressed man climbs up into the attic, taken visibly aback when he spots Eudora and Liam. Clearly, they weren't exactly who he was expecting, and he wipes his forehead a bit, knocking his goggles off. The man would've fit in well at a steampunk convention, and he smiles awkwardly at Eudora and Liam, coming to his feet. "So...are you friends of Amiyra's?" he asks, extending a hand naively. "My name's John Fairfax."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore You'll find out soon enough :P

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

*has a delicious twist about to be revealed...*