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1 yr ago
Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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1 yr ago
Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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4 yrs ago
Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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4 yrs ago
I graduated from college today~
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Bio


Age: Mid 20's
Birthday: May 15
Ethnicity: Irish & English American
Pronouns: She/Hers
Major/Minor: Chemistry
Occupation: Graduate Student
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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@FantasyChic Sounds good to me. ^^

@Witch Cat@Nallore@Pundii@FantasyChic: I'll be checking your relations/clue sheets later today. Remember, those need to be filled out and skills need to be transferred over. Failure to do this will result in penalties up to removal from the RP.


Jack Hudson

Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)


Jack laughed a bit at Tatiana's comment, though truthfully, he hoped the same. If their baby was going to grow up in this world of the damned, he hoped that the kid was happy as could be, and safe. They'd grow up behind walls, but at least they'd be protected. And maybe, maybe they'd bring a little hope to this sorry world. The name Little Newnan from James brought another grin to Jack's face, imagining a kid named Newnan Newnan.

"Thanks man," Jack replied to James, shaking the man's hand as James extending it out to him and Tatiana. He blushed a bit as James went on about how the entire town benefitted from all of this stuff. He knew that it was true, but he didn't feel comfortable taking so much credit for it. He wanted all of the adoration to go to Tatiana--she was the one that was pregnant, after all.

As Tatiana ran after Mike and the cake, Jack took a moment to shove some of James' food in his mouth. But of course, like a mature adult, he chewed it with his mouth closed, enjoying the mouthful of meaty goodness. As Tatiana waved excitedly over at him, he gave her two thumbs up, before swallowing his mouthful. Hurrying over to Mike and Tatiana quickly, he whistled softly when he saw the cake.

"Damn, that's mighty fine," Jack said, his eyes a bit wide. He couldn't help but imagine that it'd taste even better than it looked, and it looked amazing already. "Cuttin' it sounds good to me, solovey," Jack answered, prompted by his stomach more than anything else.


Beatrice Decker

Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)


"Don't worry about it," Beatrice said, taking another bite of her own food as Ray rejoined the table. "It didn't move or come alive," she joked dryly. Her humor was always like that--understated, to the point that if you didn't listen to her words, you could miss the jokes entirely. At Ray's friendly smile, Beatrice attempted to smile back--though she didn't try too hard. It looked more like a strange contortion of the face, as the guarded, patient, and judgmental girl made a purposeful effort to try to loosen up around him. The only way she knew to do that was with horrible and hidden humor.

"Well...People have mostly been coming and going," Beatrice shrugged, trying to think of one event in particular to tell Ray and Tiffany about. But to be honest, she was so bored with weddings in general that she had hardly been paying attention. "They brought out the cake," Beatrice offered as news, glancing over at Mike, Tatiana, and Jack.

She took another bite of her food, musing to herself a moment over the various things that had happened at the wedding. There had been no further tantrums from Dick, a fact that disappointed her. It would have been entertaining to watch. Ryan had left before she could properly talk to him, and she couldn't even see James anymore at the bride and groom's table. Everyone seemed to be disappearing.


Chloe Ridgeway

Location: Lagrange Street ---> Building B (Chloe's Room)


Chloe watched as Riley left, taking a few more deep breaths before she too headed on her way. Her breakdown had ceased for the most part, aside from the occasional catch in her breathing. The shoes had started to kill her feet and the cold was getting to her, and she rubbed her arms as she headed on home. Trains of thought came and went, but for the most part, she felt calm. As rapidly as her mood had swung negatively, so had it gone in near reverse once more.

The walk wasn't a long one--all she had to do was go north on Lagrange Street and stop just before the inner wall. She nearly slipped on a patch of ice as she went, but managed to catch herself in time. Her right shoe went flying in the process, and she hopped on one foot to get it, not trusting the ground to not be littered with glass and the like. It was an old habit, fostered when to go barefoot was practically asking to catch one infection or the other, and die.

When she got home, Chloe quietly opened up the main door, rather aware that her eyes were all puffy and red from crying. She tried her best to go just as quietly to her room, but luck didn't seem to be one her side. She wasn't normally this clumsy, but she nearly tripped again--but instead of losing a shoe, she stubbed her toe.

"Fuck!" Chloe muttered, grabbing her foot in her hand and putting pressure on her toe, as she hopped to her room. She flopped onto her bed and took a few more deep breaths, more preoccupied with the pain in her foot rather than the pain in her soul. A few minutes later, Chloe got off of her bed and quickly changed into pajamas, grateful to be out of the dress. As much as she resented slightly living in Reject's Housing, she couldn't help but love the sanctuary of her room. No one (with a few exceptions) bothered her there.


Ravi Chakrabarti

Location: Entrance Gate ---> Heading to the Inner Gate


Ravi raised an eyebrow at Froggy's words, excited by the prospect of meeting more of his countrymen. It had been ages since he had seen another Brit, and already, he could feel the nostalgia rising within him for his homeland. The decision to leave Great Britain had been a difficult one, though back then, it was a simple enough matter to hop on a plane and go home for a visit. Now, it was highly unlikely that he would ever set foot on British soil again. It broke his heart.

"Another arrival?" Ravi asked, more than a little curious. "How many people stumble across this place?"

The more he learned about Newnan, of course, the more impressed he was with the settlement. It didn't look like a temporary camp for a handful of survivors--it looked almost like the last bit of civilization left in the world. They had medical staff, walls, people of all nationalities, and weddings! His jaw practically dropped, and he glanced over at Gavi, before grinning at his heterolifemate.

"We could get hetero-married, mate," Ravi teased, though he was infinitely glad Gavin had decided to spend the night in this place. On one hand, it made Ravi feel a little safer--these people could easily be cannibals, after all. And on the other hand, he felt his friend would be in more danger if he left and went back out into the snow, searching for the monsters at Peachtree City.
@FantasyChic Sounds good. You can look at Andromeda or Aloise's CS's for an example of how the Chapter Two relation/clue sheet should look. It'll be a separate hider from the Chapter One relation/clue sheet. You can copy and paste in relations written for the Chapter One sheet if you like, since not much time has passed.


October Crypt

Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina Reed
Location: Saranac Lake


"Perhaps she is a mad scientist," October mused, as they continued to walk down the road. There were city lights in the distance--not as large as New York or Los Angeles, but lights nonetheless. It wouldn't be too long until they arrived in Saranac Lake, and from what October surmised, some of the students likely had already arrived. "Though I suppose a maddened engineer would be more applicable...Is your sister deranged?"

A few minutes later, the main road revealed houses among the trees. The more they walked, the more civilization appeared. And true to its name, the town included a gigantic lake, with the moonlight reflecting beautifully off of it. None of the civilians seemed to be out, and October created a new ball of flame in her hands, staring into it for a moment. "One approach would be to burn the town down and search through the ashes," October explained, though she had a feeling Carolina wouldn't enjoy that method.

"How quickly can you travel in the astral form?" October asked, smirking ever so slightly. "If it's faster than in the physical, perhaps you can search the town--it's not too large--and then I can collect the item? I'm sure it's something evident."


Cecily Ashworth

Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Crime Scene)


With the events of the day (and by extension, the last few weeks), it felt good to have Keystone shadowing her, serving as a bodyguard. It also added a certain aura of legitimacy for the young coroner. She figured that there would be those who wouldn't respect her, mostly from her short stature, young age, and lack of inexperience compared to old pros like Wallace. But with Keystone and Caesar hanging around her, she figured people would be a bit intimidated into taking her seriously.

After getting directions from one of the forensic techs, Cecily entered the asylum and headed to the crime scene. She grabbed a pair of gloves from the same tech and snapped them on, looking over the grizzly scene. There was blood everywhere, as well as the body of an orderly on the ground. Bagging and tagging was underway, mostly in regards to the body, and Cecily couldn't help but think this would be a wonderful exercise in blood spatter analysis.

"Yes, just a few quick questions," Cecily said to the orderlies. Glancing down at the body, she figured he was an employee here at the asylum. "Could you give us a breakdown of what happened? Identification of the victim as well? And then, if you could put the blood stained clothing into evidence--I imagine you won't be wanting it much longer."

She blew a piece of her hair out of her eyes, not wanting to touch her hair with her gloves. It looked a bit comical, but she didn't care. Evidence contamination might not have been her biggest problem, but it was certainly up there. "We'll also be sweeping the facility in general," Cecily notified the orderlies. They'd need to find Proserpine before it was too late--and she wouldn't have been shocked if Caesar had already gotten started on that mission. But without her dealing with the crime scene, they wouldn't have been able to enter.

"If you have security camera footage, we'd love to get a copy of it."


Iris Kingston

Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Cynthia's Room)


Iris had been about to leave and fetch the sorbet for Cynthia, when she heard Marc dismiss the orderlies. She didn't know this man and had no knowledge of what capacity he was there in. All she knew was that he seemed to be familiar with Cynthia and possess a great deal of confidence, as well as skill in using a gun. Quickly, she changed course and headed after him, going into Cynthia's room. As she walked in, she saw the two embraced in a familial manner, and she smiled a bit to herself.

Standing in the room with them, Iris let them chat, seeing what looked like a sane Cynthia. Now this was a woman she could understand being placed in a halfway house. There must have been some event that triggered her--the entire chaos with Valentine--and then there was the scene in the visiting room, of course. Her insanity made sense, in a way. But then the conversation seemed to take a dark turn, and Iris frowned ever so slightly.

Jenny Green? Iris wondered, her mind recalling the picture she had seen earlier. Her memory was photographic, after all. If Cynthia's mother was actually an adoptive mother, it would explain the "aunt" who came to visit her in Seattle. It put more context to the strangeness of the visit. And as a voice called out from the doorway, Iris nearly jumped, gasping a bit in surprise. She had been so focused on Cynthia, she hadn't even noticed someone come to the doorway.

Iris looked over at the stranger, with a horrible feeling in her stomach. For a moment, she regretted not answering her brother's calls and texts. But it was silly, she reassured herself. She was perfectly safe--Cynthia just happened to have received another visitor during all of the chaos. "Miss Green?" Iris asked, looking at the woman. She wanted to believe that nothing was the matter--but it was also her duty to protect and help Cynthia. The very least she could do was confirm the identity of the visitor.

And hope that the Relic fellow had been terribly wrong.


Dorothy Pender

Location: the Bridge


Dorothy sighed slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was an impulsive person by nature, and combined with the stress of the day, she had made a small mistake. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel immensely irritated with Harper. Sure, she may have made a gorrham mistake--but he was the one insulting her little sister's skills and talents. Her more tactful nature could slip away--as it certainly did then--when it comes to Daphne.

Of course, she wasn't sure whether or not to tell her sister about her opinions of Harper. On one hand, he was (as far as Dorothy was concerned) just another cog in the Alliance machine, and likely to be thrown off at the next port with the rest of the Alliance crew. But then again, since Daphne had to work with him, her being belligerent and biased towards him likely wasn't the best. Overall, Dorothy was irritated with the man--if the Browncoats were such rubbish, then why did the Alliance even bother? She had served with the Alliance before and she never found an excuse to underestimate the rebels. It was a foolish attitude in her book.

"Nothing we can't handle," Dorothy finally answered. "The pilot strikes me as a bit of a huen dahn, if I'm to be honest..."

She glanced at the controls and such on the bridge, before recalling that Anisa had asked her to do something else. She knew that her sister could be moody and pretend to be more capable than she really was. "How's the ship, by the way? She handle okay and everythin'?" Dorothy asked, hoping that Daphne really was confident in using the ship, and wasn't just pulling a stunt. She didn't want to give the pilot any real reason to look down on her mei-mei.
@Nallore No worries. ^^

@Pundii@FantasyChic@Witch Cat@Nallore: Another reminder about relations and skill updates! Most of you have done the skill updates--still need the new relation/clue sheet edited in. I'll be checking these tomorrow evening.

@Nallore@FantasyChic: Day 6
@Witch Cat: Day 5, I believe
@Nallore Almost done. You've got the Chapter One clue sheet filled out instead of the Chapter Two one (it's in the OOC)




December 28th, 2016 - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor

Hanson took Emmie's hand, but his face tightened as he mentioned his loss. "Never knew the piece o' shit," Hanson grumbled, and Andromeda looked over at Emmie awkwardly. She mouthed the word half-brother to Emmie, as Hanson shuffled off and began fixing himself a cup of coffee. The smell filled the entire floor within a few moments, and Andromeda continued to leaf through Dr. Faustus, looking for a good description of Mephistopheles.

"I think so," Andromeda nodded. "Marlowe wrote this play about a German doctor who sold his soul--the primary demon was Mephistopheles. Why he killed Dad, I don't know...But it's a start."

"That fucking scumbag," Hanson muttered, his eyes narrowed. It didn't take much to guess that Hanson had history with that particular demon. Emmie likely had heard about Detective Hanson some, the man most blamed for the apocalypse. He was the one who summoned Mephistopheles in the first place, who kicked off all of the events, who was blamed for all of the deaths. O.M.E.N. had been hunting him for months.

As Aloise, Sera, and Keenan came down the staircase, they'd be able to hear Andromeda, Hanson, and Emmie on the fifth floor--and vice versa. A moment later, Andromeda had opened the door, and recognizing the private investigator she hired, allowed them inside. "We found the son of a bitch," Andromeda told Sera, while Aloise frowned deeply as she spotted Hanson.

"We have some questions about the hotel for you," Aloise said, too used to taking charge, even though this was Seraphina's case.

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly

Boris waves Lilith off, looking like he's hardly listening to her. He's more preoccupied with wandering around his daughter's area, finding her possessions. He takes one of the tea cups and stares at it for a moment, before crushing it in his fists. "Who said anything about wanting the little slut back?" Boris said darkly, before his face brightened up and he descended into more laughter.

"I have several ideas!" Boris boasted, clapping his hands together. His face is in the most innocent and creepy of grins, a twisted smile that would frighten even the Devil to witness. "But you know what I hate? Plans. They're the most boring little things! It's so much fun to twist them, to poke them, and watch how the planners scramble to put things back together...Agent of Chaos, that's me~!"

He paused for a moment, picking up his daughter's journal again. A tear slid down his heavily make-up'ed face. "She loved graveyards," Boris said strangely, a hollow sound to his voice. It won't be clear to Lilith whether or not he is lying.

December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

Fairfax seems to warm up instantly to Eudora, putting his goggles back on his head as he nods excitedly. "Yes, yes! She is a funny girl, I could imagine my Amiyra using that name," Fairfax explained, looking around the attic again as if he'd notice Folly in one of the corners. There was no one else there, though voices drifted up from the floors below in the hotel. He grimaces slightly when shaking Liam's hand, since the man hadn't introduced himself.

"Are you from the future as well, then?" Fairfax asked, looking more towards Eudora than Liam. "Amiyra's told me all about it...Though, I suppose she's run off again, hasn't she? The girl's hard to catch. Always running and climbing about. Though, she is an acrobat in your time, isn't she?" he mused, before glancing over towards the wardrobe. His eyes widened slightly, watching the way it shook, as if near bursting.

"That's new..." Fairfax murmured, instinctively stepping back. The wardrobe then burst open, with the sound of an inhuman scream. A moment later, it had snapped shut again, as if nothing had happened. The only difference, of course, was that they were once again missing the Prophet of the Lord. Fairfax looked uneasily over towards Eudora. "Is that normal?"

December 28th, 2016 - Location Unknown

Liam must be getting a bit used to be violently sucked up and thrown about by wardrobes at this point. He is a bit battered and bruised by the time he falls to the ground. When he looks behind him, there is no wardrobe in sight. The room is shrouded in darkness for the most part, with a solitary hooded figure locked in a cage. The cage is surrounded with salt and the bars are made of iron. Chains keep the cloaked figure in the cage, and the figure continues to scream for help.

It is the cloaked figure from his vision. "Prophet! Prophet!" the figure screams, with a near sense of relief. "Help me!"
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