Morose

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii You're consistently pushing counters up, So I'm going to pull a GM card and move Liam apart from Eudora in the next update. He'll be interacting with NPC's until you are no longer always posting on day 7. It isn't fair to the others to have to scramble to post because you hold up counters, and it makes me scramble to update.

🦄 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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Nora chuckled slightly at Neema's joke, recognizing a certain truth there. Humanity may have many talents, but twisting the truth by accident, without the intention of doing so, was a talent that humanity has in spades. But to her, it seemed unlikely that the meaning of the words she had spoken were I like cat. It was no accident that she had felt compelled to speak a language that she did not understand and for it to match the tales that Neema's family had been passing down for ages. As insane and odd as it was, Nora believed the woman.

She flinched slightly as the rag was pressed against her wound, yet a moment later, the pain began to slip away. And to her benefit, there were no opiates included. The sexist and patriarchal doctor had nearly been entirely forgotten by her, with the events of that night finally having some explanation offered to them. For a woman who prided herself on dealing in only things that were true, the explanation of the more magical and mythical events was quite welcome.

Nodding at Neema, Nora felt compelled to hug the woman, but she allowed the distance to remain between them. She may have been branded and chosen by a god, but she was still a quiet and reserved individual by nature. She smiled slightly at the reassurance that she was safe, though to be truthful, she had not quite yet considered that. Though it would make sense--if she had been chosen to perform a task, there must be those who would aim to stop her. There would be no need for her services otherwise.

"I would like that," Nora replied quietly, after Neema had informed her that she would come in the morning with breakfast and that they could continue to speak. The Lady Munn had requested her presence tomorrow, yet she had not yet sent word with information regarding the time nor the place. It should not be so early in the day, however, Nora imagined--noon appeared to be far more likely.

She smiled again ever so slightly at Neema's parting words, whispering a word of thanks to the kind woman before Neema left, leaving the tray behind. She was rather hungry, but Nora's mind was more preoccupied with the information that Neema had shared with her. The branding on her finger had happened near the Nile--and it had happened to others as well. They had been chosen to guard a goddess, the very goddess whom the Lady Munn identified after initially seeing the brand.

Standing from her seat on the couch, Nora approached the window and looked out into Cairo, before then feeling incredibly foolish. "Why did you choose me, goddess?" Nora whispered, looking out into the night. Neema's words early did ring true for her--that she was chosen because she was capable of the task at hand, yet she knew not the task at hand.

But above all else, for perhaps the first time in Nora's life, she felt alive.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Teriny Inn

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Maeve didn't have much else to say about the parson's silly insistence on sleeping in a barn. If anything happened to the man, it wouldn't be on her conscience. Instead, she couldn't help but inhale the heavenly aroma of the stew. The sustenance on the ship had been appalling, to say the least. Her stomach growled appreciatively, and the soda bread and aged cheese only increased her appetite. She couldn't help but fondly eye the pint as well--she did bartending work and was awfully well acquainted with alcohol. In short, the meal was something akin to a dream to her.

"Thank ye, this looks gran'," Maeve complimented. Back home, her sister in law, Mary-Clare, did most of the cooking, but even she didn't make things that looked and smelled this amazing.

She hadn't begun to dig into the stew yet when Nigel offered up some pastries. The last time she had had sweets was a few weeks back. The bakers in the Brennan's territory in London had come short on their protection fees, and in order to make up the difference, they brought over various treats. Roisin had been ecstatically happy, her mouth full of sweets, and Maeve couldn't help but think of her daughter fondly in that moment.

Of course, the parson seemed to enjoy sweets just as much as her daughter did and Maeve couldn't help but be amused. The more time she spent in the parson's company, the more childish he became, and the more she enjoyed his company--for a protestant, that was. "I guess you've got a bit av a sweet tooth, parson. But pastries soun' swell t' me."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Pundii: On day 5, please get a post in ASAP (getting a bit tired of having to remind you each week)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Nallore and I would like to collab our next post for Chloe/Riley.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea I think we're about done. ^^

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)

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Jack whistled slightly at Miss Sally's expert verbal sparring, as she reminded James that there wasn't another bed in Ash's house. The more he learned about this entire situation, the more he figured that Ash was getting some well needed stress relief that evening. And if that was truly the case, he couldn't help but be ecstatic for the man. While he'd never chatted with Ash about those sort of exploits, he figured it had been way too long for Newnan's Commander in Chief. People had needs, after all.

As Lyon added into the conversation, Jack couldn't help but again notice how perfect he seemed to be for Miss Sally. Both were some of the more elder members in Newnan and both were sitting all smug, discussing with near certainty that the Captain might have finally scored. He couldn't help but imagine Lyon and Miss Sally sitting by a fireplace, drinking tea, as they discussed potential relationship pairings in Newnan. Maybe they even gambled over it, placing bets on which couples would happen, which would stay together, and which would fall apart...

...Maybe he'd ask Miss Sally about that later.

"Yeah, isn't she amazin'?" Jack beamed, wrapping an arm around his wife giddily. He had put a little thought into names--and by a little, it was more accurate to say almost none at all. Bazhooli seemed a good choice for a boy--and Davina, perhaps, for a girl. Or maybe Sally for a girl and Victor for a boy. Was the father supposed to pick the name, Jack wondered? Or was that a mother's job? He'd honestly never thought about it.

...Another thing to ask Miss Sally about, then: the role of the father. Or maybe Lyon or Froggy would be better for that conversation. "Bet she's already a bettah dancah and everythin' than I evah could be," Jack joked. "Or he. Could be a he, too."

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)

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Beatrice nodded at Ray as he asked her to watch their food, though the odds that anyone would take it were rather slim. She figured that the little kids would be the obvious culprits, if any, and she didn't see any youngsters in the immediate area. Beatrice recalled spotting Ciel earlier that evening, but it was likely getting too late for the kids anyways. It may have been the apocalypse, but sleep was still important for the little ones.

However, Beatrice did observe Jim leave his bartending duties and head out of the rec center. Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been enough to gain her interest. The wedding had been designed for people to go on shifts and then come to the reception when they were able to. But instead of going to chat with the couple, as she imagined he'd do when his shift ended, he left. As she remembered all of the disasters that had happened the day she arrived, with the explosions that had drawn her attention to Newnan, she couldn't help but hope this wasn't a repeat of that.

She hated weddings, but damnit, she did appreciate the relative peace and quiet of not being eaten alive by walkers.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Heading South on Lagrange

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Chloe heard footsteps approaching her, and she already dreaded the forced interaction. If it was Ryan, she didn't want to deal with him at the moment. She could hardly keep it together as it was. She doubted that it'd be her sister--she'd be performing at the wedding or wooing the redhead, Amelia, from earlier. Someone from the security detail seemed to be the most likely bet--probably to make sure that she wasn't trying to pull any shit, because in Newnan, there was no goddamn trust to be found.

"I didn't fucking do--" Chloe began to snap, as she turned around to face the person. But when she saw it was her sister, she quickly rubbed her hands against her eyes, trying to keep the tears from continuing to flow. For the most part, she managed to clean herself up, but her eyes were puffy and the skin around them was red. Her breathing was a bit shaky--not the very worst it could have been, but not normal and even.

Was she okay? Chloe had an honest answer to that question: not at all. Memories that she had attempted to repress for ages were coming back with a vivid intensity and it was all too much. She found herself in the same situations, repeating the same mistakes, and it only caused her small self esteem to fall even lower. But at the same time, she found the thought of voicing those thoughts, of verbalizing those feelings, to be horrifying. If she said aloud what was on her mind, then it became all too real.

"He went for a walk or some shit, probably getting high as kite," Chloe responded, ignoring the question as to whether she was okay or not. She didn't know the words to say to her sister just yet, and she scratched at her wrist, feeling nervous and vulnerable and sad and unclean all at once. "Don't you need to be singing or something?" Chloe asked, forcing a smile, but sniffling slightly all the same. The more she tried to keep it all in and bottle it up that night, the more cracks appeared in her façade.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: Outside of Newnan

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Ravi rolled his eyes at Gavin, with a slight hint of embarrassment to his action. It was a facial expression that wouldn't have been out of place in an old married couple, when one partner acted a bit too weirdly in public--especially around strangers. He would have come up with a comeback--absolutely brilliant and original, of course--but representatives of Newnan interrupted his train of thought.

"Of course," Ravi nodded. The request for the weapons to be handed over was reasonable, as they were strangers. He handed over his machete and pistol, nearly grabbing his green card from an old, old habit. The last time he had been asked to hand items over before entering an area, his identification had been needed. And while country borders didn't exist anymore, he still had a lingering sense of paranoia that drove him to hold onto the piece of plastic.

Hearing the French accent was a slight comfort to him as well--if they weren't in public, he might have teased Gavin about how it was the European Union that provided this shelter for them, rather than the Lone Star State. And although he may have been glad to see another doctor, he generally didn't care for doctors that treated the living. They reminded him of his time with the CDC, and his (in his opinion) unjust firing.

"Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti," Ravi introduced himself, extending a hand. Had he been paying attention, he would have been thrilled to know that his beard was looking rather stunning at the moment, with not a hair out of place.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Signature of a serial killer? Maybe it's good for Virginia lol

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea James is gonna be a real hottie too. :P All the girls are gonna love the little arsonist

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea This is the Bazhooli Crypt, no? :P I could see Virginia trying to get Milli to marry into the family lol