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@FantasyChic For reading/writing, specify the language
Double check her date of birth--it looks off for her age, but I could be wrong
Lastly--how did she end up in the Caribbean?
@mnkee and @Nallore are good on relations. So when the IC goes up, you two are clear to post.

@Dark Light and @BlueSky44 both need to PM people and decide on at least one relation.

And of course, @FantasyChic is still working on her CS. So Blue and Dark, if you're having trouble coming up with relations from the characters we have, her character is an option as well.

I'd like relations and Cs's to be complete by Friday, so I can post the IC then. The IC post is about halfway done as it is. ^^
It's not lackluster at all. ^^ It's got me feeling sick, the way that usually makes me google the character and read their wiki page to make sure they end up okay. (Which obviously I can't do here lol)


Dorothy Pender

Location: the Foy-er ---> Her Quarters ---> Cargo Bay


Dorothy rolled her eyes slightly at Atticus at the prospect of another copy of the Bible. Had there been time, she would've gone out of her way to chuck a biology text at his head. It was the way the pair of them tended to communicate. And even with the tragedy a few days back, it seemed that some things never changed. At Foy, she forced a bit of a smile, having not yet trusted the man with her hair.

"Official intent, yes," Dorothy replied, nodding a bit as she stepped into the Foy-er. "Consider this your official reminder: anything that's Alliance brand, can't keep it. Anything that could be identified as Alliance, can't keep that either. Nothing that could be used to track us or identify us." Her eyes swept around the Foy-er, noting that the man had already been in the process of packing. Good. One less crisis for her to deal with. She had finally decided on Daphne's punishment and her sister was nowhere to be seen: cleaning the new ship from top to bottom. Dorothy didn't care if it was already spotless when they purchased it. It was an exercise in discipline.

"I'll be going around an' checking to make sure everything's in order," Dorothy added. She then paused awkwardly. "I'll be in the cargo bay if you need anything." She then gave a curt nod of farewell and turned around to leave the Foy-er. The sooner everything was in order, she figured, the better things would be. Everyone on the ship had been notified to not bring anything Alliance brand with them, no matter what. She made her way back to her own quarters and grabbed her own bags, already packed, with nothing Alliance brand remaining in them. Hoisting them over her shoulder, she made her way to the cargo bay, and set her possessions down with the other. They were neatly labeled Dorothy P. - Personal Items.


Fitz Townsley

Location: Town


Fitz was looking around at the large crowds in the town, lost in his own thoughts simultaneously. Unlike the University of Osiris, where he knew pretty much every soul in the engineering department, he knew no one here. His nervous stammer had been coming out more and more, making it almost impossible for him to purchase the items he needed to continue on traveling. His last ride had left him here at Newhope, no longer welcoming passengers as they continued on. It wasn't his fault--it was just the end of the line.

He glanced down at his friendship bracelet, made entirely out of wires, and smiled a bit. He had some good memories from the University, of course. But his daydreaming was cut short, as he collided head on with a short brown haired girl. "Oh my g-goodness, I'm so s-sorry," Fitz stammered, having dropped his bag in the process. He bent down to pick it up, knowing that thievery was to be expected in these parts, and looked uneasily up at the girl he'd knocked into.

"A-are you alright?" Fitz asked, fidgeting with his hands and eventually putting them both on the strap of his bag. He didn't even notice Daphne's stalker. "I-I'm Fitz--engineering," he added, introducing himself awkwardly.


Jack Hudson

Location: Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop)


Jack grinned as Tatiana's laughter, glad to see the smile on his wife's face. He returned her kiss and was so tempted to hold her with one arm and stroke her hair with the other, but he figured it'd be best not to push his luck. The radio announcement for the pair of them to stay on honeymoon helped him relax a bit more. It wasn't that he didn't love his job, of course. He just happened to love Tatiana more, and the three day honeymoon they had been granted was a wonderful slice of normalcy.

His face fell, almost in time with Tatiana's, as he heard the news over the radio. James was a good pal of his and so was Bryn. While he didn't know Sana well, his heart had always gone out for her, seeing how much pain she carried. He didn't really feel that bad for Dick, however--he mostly felt bad that the man hadn't had a trial. The justice system may have been different from what it was before, but it still wasn't James' call to kill Dick. It was murder for him to have done so.

Jack held Tatiana a little tighter, seeing the pain in her eyes. James was family to her, even if they weren't blood. He wanted nothing more than to make everything right, to bring the smile back to Tatiana, but there wasn't much that could be done. James was lucky to have been exiled instead of killed. But either way, it'd amount to a death sentence all the same in the end. People didn't last very long outside of these walls, as the odds against them increased. He wasn't surprised as Tatiana pushed her way out of his arms, but he still hurried after her, seeing the bloody trail she left on the ground. He couldn't help but worry about her--she was pregnant, after all, and running barefoot outside with a cut.

He stopped a few feet away from Tatiana, letting her have her moment with James. After an hour, he couldn't help but feel they'd never see him again. It broke his heart to see the crestfallen look on James' face, knowing that his friend had just been trying to protect the people of Newnan, even if he went about it the wrong way. Yesterday had been perfect. Today seemed to be shaping itself into a tragedy.

"For what it's worth, sessions and intahviews would be a good safety measuh," Jack said, agreeing with Froggy and Tatiana. Mental health was just as important as physical health, especially when it came to preventing situations like these. But at the same time, he was worried that Tatiana would end up blaming herself for this situation. That she would take on the guilt for Sana's suicide that had resulted in Bryn's death, Dick's murder, and James' exile.

He also, of course, wholeheartedly agreed that Tatiana's foot should be checked out first. He couldn't help but worry over her. A part of him wanted to take Ryan's cigarette and stomp it out on the ground, but he held his tongue. Tatiana hadn't told everyone she was pregnant, after all. And now wasn't the time for him to lecture Ryan about the dangers of secondhand smoke to the fetus....mostly because Jack was only assuming there were dangers.


Chloe Ridgeway

Location: Building B (Rejects House)


Chloe nodded, chuckling a bit at Riley's nickname for Ash. In her experience, it was quite fitting. The man always seemed to be in work mode, never relaxing and cracking a joke. And of course, in her opinion, he was one of the many people in Newnan who only pretended to let the past go. There was a reason she was sent to live in the Rejects House and not with her sister, after all. "Maybe he's going nutty," Chloe mused, as Riley put her gun away. "I dunno if checking it out is a good idea..."

Sure, she didn't like that Ryan had told her to stay home, but she also wasn't certain if crowding the scene was the best move at the moment. For Captain Tight Ass to fire a shot inside the walls, things had to be serious. Going to the scene just felt like looking for trouble at that point, as they'd most likely get in the way of the security and domestic teams. Of course, as Ash's announcement came over Riley's radio, Chloe felt more confident that going to the scene of the crime was a shitty idea.

But she also felt strange at the same time. She wasn't all too broken hearted over Bryn's death. Sure, no one deserved to be eaten by a walker in the middle of the night, but Bryn had always given her the creeps. The quiet girl never trusted Chloe and the sentiment was mutual. She couldn't help but be paranoid. As for Sana, while Chloe wasn't friends with her, the news that someone had taken their own life was never easy to hear. She knew Sana was good friends with Riley, and she put a hand comfortingly on Riley's back.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said, but the words felt hollow. She had been on good terms with Dick, the two of them sitting in the same room at home together on several occasions, never talking but still enjoying the other's company. It wasn't enough for them to call each other friends, but they certainly weren't enemies. Chloe sighed slightly, thinking back on the loss of life that day.

"You hungry? We could go see if breakfast is ready or something," Chloe offered, not too sure how Riley was feeling, but hoping that her sister would be alright.


Ravi Chakrabarti

Location: Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop)


Ravi clapped Gavin on the back awkwardly and then put his hands in his pocket, as he tried to think of the best way to handle his friend. The more he watched Strawberry Wine, though he knew now her name was Commander Martin, the more he felt this was going to go horribly for Gavin. It might have been military posturing and he could have been wrong, but he wasn't certain that Commander Martin returned Gavin's sentiments. It had been years since Gavin ended things with her, after all, and the heart's a fickle thing.

"Look, mate, I think it's best if you prepare yourself for the possibility that--" Ravi began, only to be cut off as Ash announced what happened in Newnan that morning. Had it been back in his day as a Medical Examiner and the crowd not been comprised of friends and loved ones of the deceased, he would've cracked a joke about it being the first Suicide-Murder he ever heard of. But it wasn't the time or place.

Besides, his fellow Brit had arrived on the scene, still wearing her slippers. Ravi couldn't help but admire the woman's strength, going from kind grandma the night before to military like down to business figure the next morning. But the outbreak did that to people, he supposed, and he couldn't help but imagine that the outbreak wasn't the first series of tragedies Miss Sally witnessed.

"Let's go get some breakfast," Ravi urged Gavin, hoping to get him away from Commander Martin and Captain Holloway for a few moments. Ravi was a candid and blunt person by nature, and while he hoped he was wrong, he also didn't want to see his friend get his heartbroken. He wanted to protect Gavin from that, if he could. "Give these people time to sort things out, to mourn and grieve. We'll just be getting in the way here."


Starkette

Location: Xavier's Institute - Outskirts of New York
{"You wanted me to get out of the house more, right?"}


Starkette eagerly followed Cassandra back to the makeshift S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters inside of the institute. She couldn't help but be extremely excited to see all of the weapons and gear in the kit. Despite being on assignment with the X-Men for a while, she mostly had just been communicating with Professor X and Marygold, exchanging intelligence reports. She had been carrying her own pistol on her, along with her own tech from Stark Industries.

"That looks awesome," Starkette complimented, accepting her items once Cassandra had gotten changed. She couldn't help but admire a good suit. It was in her blood. Her clothing, of course, was different from Cassandra's. It didn't have arm braces, in order to allow her access to her watch. She loved the thing and it was far more useful than just keeping time. She slid her pistol into its holster and then nodded at Cassandra.

"Got it, boss." Sure, she may have done a few practice fights and all, but she wasn't stupid. She may have seen superheroes in action, but she had never fought alongside them or against them. Powered people already had an advantage to start with. Staying close to Cassandra was the least she could do, as it wasn't like either of them would suddenly develop powers on the way over.

She then headed over to the Blackbird, picking at the bandages on her fingers as they went. Starkette wasn't one to share her more private emotions very often, but she was a little nervous about the mission that was to come. She knew the risk that she'd be facing, and for a moment, she wished she told her father that she had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. It probably would've been a good move, but...

Once they boarded the plane, Starkette took a seat with an open one next to it, leaving it for Cassandra. It was a pretty advanced plane, as planes went, and she doubted it'd take them too long to reach the power plant. As for S.H.I.E.L.D. protocols, she knew them all. And in this type of situation, she was supposed to take a cue from her S.O. She figured they could look into setting up perimeters, ensuring that they had proper surveillance...

"I can look into getting the surveillance set up remotely," Starkette offered, looking towards Cassandra.

@Lady Amalthea For the dead character...Do they have to have died in a Lady A RP? Or could they have died in a different RP?
@Nallore I'll green light that




December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

Fairfax perked up the moment Eudora asked him for his opinion. Holding up a finger for her to give him a moment, he hurried over to a trunk--the same one that Andromeda had opened in 2016--and pulled out the first book he could find. It was the diary of a Ms. Coyne, but he hardly paid any attention to that. He then rushed over to the nightstand next to the bed and snatched up a pencil, drawing a line on the side of the book, marking each page.

"My colleagues will likely dispute with me over this, but time is a human construct," Fairfax explained. "It's how we perceive the fourth dimension. So imagine, if you will, that we are the pieces of paper in this book." Fairfax then opened up the diary and held a single sheet up for demonstration, before closing the diary again. "As time passes, the paper accumulates."

He then opened the book again and grabbed that single sheet of paper. Next, he allowed other pieces of paper to fall against the first piece, growing larger and larger in number until his crudely drawn line in pencil was once more visible, formed by the edges of the paper. "This line, while we cannot see it, is time...It's the fourth dimension. No matter what we do, we can't change that line. So....time is fixed, then."

Folly gave Fairfax a confused stare, while Andromeda nodded. "I disagree," Andromeda said. "The theory is sound, but...But we have events like gravitational microlensing that can only be observed because of warping in spacetime. Mass, energy, matter...It all constantly distorts time. Time is the fourth dimension, but it isn't fixed. It can change, constantly even."

Fairfax's mouth dropped slightly. "Pardon me, miss, but are you a scientist?"

"I minored in Astronomy," Andromeda said, with a slight blush from the way Fairfax was looking at her. "But my point is...Einstein rings and all wouldn't be able to exist if what you're saying is true, Fairfax."

Folly shook her head. Everything Fairfax and Andromeda were discussing had started to give her a bit of a headache. She was almost grateful when Emmie reminded her of her murder from earlier, to which Folly could only nod. She didn't regret shooting Alexander in the slightest. In her opinion, it was self defense. A demon was hunting her, after all.

"Andromeda Aldrich," Andromeda introduced herself, nodding at Eudora. "Now we need to figure out how to get back, before more people die...Something's happening at the circus tonight. The demon who killed my father? He's going to be there."

Folly paled slightly. It wasn't clear if it was from the mention of the demon or going to the circus. Fairfax, bless his heart, seemed a bit oblivious. "Well, Folly's an acrobat in the show! I'd love to see her perform, you know."

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent

By now, most of the performers have gotten themselves ready and made their way into the main tent. A few of them have liberal amounts of make-up applied, while others are still crying softly from the events of the day and will go into make-up later, once they've calmed down. Boris dragged himself in towards the tail end of the crowd, keeping an eye out for his assistant, Thalia. His costume is in tatters and a knife twirls in his hand. Thalia would recognize the knife as the one that almost killed Folly ages ago.

"Glad you could all be here!" the ringmaster calls out, his voice booming as he laughs a bit. "We have a special guest here this evening," he paused, gesturing towards the lab coat wearing man, who gave a bit of a wave to the performers. "And remember, this is our first show since the Christmas break. Let's make it a good one, eh?"

"So, for today's rehearsal...Let's have Lilith up first, with Boris and Thalia waiting in the wings!"

December 28th, 2016 - the Police Station

Well, holy shit. Liam, the lucky fellow, rolled a perfect twenty. Those chains practically fall off of him, as adrenaline courses through his veins and helps him to use his strength to the best of his ability. Glancing around the room, he won't see anyone else coming in. Curiously, however, the hooded figure's cloak has vanished. No one could have taken it. Liam didn't see anyone come in or out of the room. But either way, it's gone. There's nothing to suggest that anyone else was imprisoned in the room with him.

However, as Liam moves around the station, he'll notice every cop held in some sort of trance. They aren't dead and they aren't unconscious. It's as if they've been frozen in time. Some were holding their guns, aiming at something Liam couldn't see. Others were on the ground, staring blankly up towards the ceiling. They were hardly even breathing.
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