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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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December 28th, 1929 - Coventry Horrors, Attic

Fairfax couldn't help but blush at Eudora's comment. Of course, he knew that Miss Aldrich was quite right about time not being a fixed dimension, but waves in space time hadn't been observed yet back in 1929. They were a cutting edge discovery in the modern day, with scientists just only beginning to detect them. Had Andromeda not studied astronomy in university and her mother not emailed to her each paper she found to be interesting, Andromeda wouldn't have known either.

"It's good and proper to meet another mind, even if they best me," Fairfax said cheerfully. "I'd hate for scientific process to stop here. I'd be gutted if that was the case." His eyes widened slightly at the knife that Eudora produced, while Andromeda seemed intrigued and Folly appeared almost entirely unfazed.

"That's the idea," Andromeda agreed. "We put that thing down...make sure it can't hurt anyone else."

Folly sighed slightly, half tempted to dash out the window and vanish. She knew they wouldn't be able to follow her if they did. She had a unique skill set, able to scale almost any height, make any leap, and trust in her body to get her to safety. Some would have found the risks she took insane, but it was a cultural thing for her. The circus was all about risks.

"You'll get yourselves killed, but you know that already," Folly said quietly. "I can draw the demon out...It wants to kill me, for some reason. That and probably the entire population of Coventry. They think I'm a murderer...Which I suppose I am, but I didn't kill the people they think I did..."

"We know it'll be at the circus tonight," Andromeda added, mulling over Folly's offer. "If you show to the performance, we can draw the thing out. Keep it away from innocents and bystanders. Then, Eudora and Fairfax can get the jump on it. Emmie and I will be sitting in the audience, we'll come and join you when we hear your signal."

December 28th, 2016 - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent

It's currently fifteen minutes into the mandatory rehearsal. And for those of you eager mathematicians, that means it is 5:15 PM. Showtime isn't until seven that evening, but it'll take at least another forty five minutes to get a rough run through of all the acts complete. Not to mention some issues with Fiodora and Folly not being present--the acrobats are one short and the star contortionist has been murdered.

The ringmaster appeared less than pleased with Lilith's choice of act. While the woman was skilled with knives and throwing, he had higher her as a medium and a fortune teller. He expected some sort of supernatural gimmicks and tricks, perhaps even put on a show and pretend to be possessed. Bring up an audience member and predict events of the past, present, and future. But throwing knives? There were hundreds of people in just Massachusetts alone who could do such a thing. But he held his tongue, not wanting to give a bad impression to their honored VIP.

The man in the lab coat shrugged slightly before pulling the coat off and setting it on his chair. He made his way up to the stage and put on a winning smile. "Please, call me Faust."

Meanwhile, Boris jumped at Thalia's words, his hands springing out and grabbing her by the neck. There was a demonic anger in his eyes and he took a knife, bringing it up towards his assistant's face. "I should carve a smile onto you," Boris said. "You'd look prettier if you smiled." He held his position for a moment before dropping the blade and dropping Thalia in turn, shaking his head.

"You're so boring, child."

December 28th, 2016 - the Police Station

Outside of the records room, the location of Liam's makeshift prison, the front entrance to the station is rather clear to find. Among various brochures and papers for applying for licenses and the such, there's a helpful map of the local transportation network. The Amtrak station most used was actually in the nearby town of Salem, according to the map. And as Liam will recall from his vision, the train in question was headed to North Station, located in Boston.

While the map lists the city as being Uber friendly, it may be quicker for Liam to dash back to the hotel, grab his bike, and make a move on. Or, of course, he could always take Aloise's bug if he could find the keys to it. It may be easier for dragging a culprit home by force. Regardless of what decision he makes, it'll be at least 15 minutes until he can get to the station in Salem.

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

@Nallore So if Cassandra has any sort of deviance, she'll be able to see the box. ^^

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

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October Crypt

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina Reed
Location: Saranac Lake

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October raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit impressed. The chances that Carolina's sister would turn out to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. had been rather low. However, given that Cassandra was indeed an agent, her turning up in the town of Saranac Lake just hours after dropping her sister off at the Alucard Institute was hardly surprising. She was in the area already, after all. It made financial sense for the organization. Why fly in a different agent if there was already one there?

She then stared at Cassandra's outstretched hand for a moment, before shaking it. October couldn't do much about the temperature of her hand. She normally ran hot, even without any sort of stress. And while she did consider herself to have mastered her powers, the fact that her hand hadn't burst into flames was good enough for her. To Cassandra, shaking October's hands would almost feel like touching a hot stove. Fortunately, no blisters would form.

"Toby," October replied, using her one and only nickname. She had tried going by her middle name, Morning, in the past but it tended to draw heads from the normals. "Your sister speaks quite highly of you, Agent Reed. She'll write you a lovely eulogy one day." She was trying her very best to fit in with the normals, paying Cassandra an earnest compliment. It didn't even occur to her how morbid it was.

For the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents scanning the area, they were quite lucky. It took them a few minutes of moving about in the dark, for the most part ignoring the two girls talking with Cassandra, but their scanners eventually picked up an object of Asgardian origin. It lead them to the exact location where Carolina had buried it and a few minutes later, the box was unearthed.

"It should be here," one of the scientists murmured, staring directly at the box.

"It shows up on the scans," another agreed, also looking right at it. October tilted her head slightly before her eyes widened in understanding. For some reason, the normals couldn't see the box. Yet she and Carolina could. Fascinating.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. ^_^ Edit made, m'lady.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Oh dear. Ravi'd be pissed at me for forgetting that. And my mom. And grandpa. ^^; Permission to edit?

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

I'll get a post up once the update has been posted.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Northern Parking Lot of Building 4 (Repair Shop) ---> Building F (The Newnans' House)

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Jack felt a bit of tension leave his shoulders that he wasn't aware had been there. He had subconsciously been holding his breath for Ash's reaction to Tatiana's requests. While Jack agreed with his wife, he also knew that Ash was the man in charge and he had had her shovel pig shit before. He couldn't have been certain that Tatiana requesting interviews with James and counseling with everyone else would turn out well, given the position it put Ash in. But fortunately, from the way the anger melted away from Tatiana's face, everything seemed to be turning out fine...as fine as it could be.

He smiled a bit as she hopped over to him, already starting to hold out a hand to steady her when she told him to go get dressed. And before he could argue that he'd get dressed when she had her foot looked at, Froggy swooped in and agreed with her. He let out a bit of a sigh before holding up his hands, showing that he wasn't going to protest. "Fine, fine, fine, you win," Jack said, a half hearted chuckle at the end of his words. He watched Froggy and Tatiana leave together, before walking home himself.

Jemma for a girl, James for a boy? Jack pondered briefly for a moment as he entered the home. After being saddled with one of the most awful names on the planet - Charles Hudson - it made some sense for him to ponder his future kid's name at length. It was a good distraction from thinking of all of the deaths that had happened. His friends who had perished or were about to be exiled wasn't the most happy of things to think on. He couldn't help but feel especially awful for Bryn. She had died by accident, killed by a friend, killed by someone she trusted.

Getting himself dressed, Jack looked wearily out the window when he finished.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Franklin Addition Building C3 (Beatrice's Apartment)

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"A walker wouldn't have been able to get in," Beatrice said frankly, opening the door so that way she and Amelia could leave. "Any walker within Newnan is likely to be one of us." There wasn't a chill or anything to her words, but she wasn't being especially kind either. She said what she believed and nothing more. The likelihood that a walker could get through the walls without anyone on the wall noticing was slim. But with Newnan's diverse population, anyone could pass away and reawaken as a new threat to the settlement.

At Riley's news, Beatrice for once had to fight to keep a bit of a composure. She could count the people she could consider friends in Newnan on one hand, with room to lose two fingers, even. James, Ryan, and Tiffany--those were her friends in Newnan. She may have had a one night stand with Richard, but it had meant nothing to her. The news of his murder didn't phase her--but the possibility that one of her three friends had been killed...That was the law in Newnan, after all. Capital punishment for a capital crime.

"Thank you for letting us know," Beatrice said bluntly. As much as she wanted Riley to answer Amelia's half formed question, she doubted that the answer would be a welcome one. There was no reason to expect that Ash had done anything but carry out the letter of the law in Newnan. There was no other reason for a shot to be fired by the captain of the settlement. If James hadn't died, then in Beatrice's mind, it would be favoritism. And that never ended well.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Building B (Rejects House)

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Chloe nodded at her twin, though she opted to stay behind rather than go break the news to Amelia and Beatrice. The snow might have melted some, but it was still freezing, and she didn't look forward to the idea of running out to Riley's place and back in just her pajamas. Besides, she herself wanted some time to process what had happened. Dick had been something like a friend to her, after all. As she headed into the house and shut the door behind her, her eyes watered slightly.

It was strange to think that only she and Ryan lived in this house now. She knew that Zoie, Dick's lost love, used to live in the house. And now, now it was practically a one-stop shop for ex-cons. Part of her hoped that another convict would find their way to Newnan shortly. Dick had been a good buffer for whenever she didn't want to deal with Ryan's obsession with her. There were times when even Chloe didn't want to hear his flattery and get random gifts. But with Dick gone, it'd just be the two of them in this house.

Of course, she doubted Captain Tight Ass would care. They were a potential threat to the community after all. She pinched the bridge of her nose and headed to her room, closing the door behind her. Part of her wanted to crawl back to bed and sleep for another hour, feeling already drained from the events of the day. But that wasn't an option. She'd be expected at medical after breakfast, and if Froggy had nothing for her, she'd then need to go report to Sid at the medical garden. And of course, Riley might need a shoulder to cry on.

She changed out of her pajamas and got dressed quickly, wrapping her flannel snuggly around her as always. She laced up her boots and ran her fingers through her hair, doing her best to work out any tangles without having to use a comb. It wasn't the greatest job, but her hair looked neat enough and she left her room, heading out of the Rejects House and going towards the mess hall to meet Riley for breakfast.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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

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Ravi let out a bit of a sigh. He had tried to pull Gavin away from Commander Martin and the others. While his stated reason had been that they would get in the way, his true purpose had been to explain to his friend in private to be prepared for the worse. But the Texas Ranger looked like and was acting like a love sick dog, as far as Ravi was concerned. Getting him to head over to the mess hall for some breakfast and a private conversation didn't seem possible.

"Gavin, it's good that you're going to apologize to her, mate," Ravi began, putting his hands in his pockets. "But you have to remember--you left her. And this wasn't last week or something, it was years ago. There's a good chance that's she's moved on with her life--that she might not still feel the way she did years ago." It was blunt, but Ravi would've kicked himself if he hadn't said something. Distance may make the heart grow fonder and Gavin may be hopelessly in love with Commander Martin still, but that didn't mean the feelings were returned. Life was so rarely that neat and tidy.

Then, of course, Ravi couldn't help but feel frustrated with Gavin's insistence to risk his life. One man--hell, even two--wouldn't be enough to take down an entire group of people. No one had the sort of supplies needed to waste and odds were, someone would get hurt. Gavin's intentions were noble, but Ravi saw them as overwhelmingly reckless. "You're going to get yourself killed," Ravi pointed out. He had already lost everyone he knew. As far as he was aware, Major and Clive were long dead, joining the ranks of walkers shambling across the land. His true love, a feisty woman named Peyton, was either dead or long gone, having made her own way in the world.

"And you'll need more help than just 'old Smokey'," Ravi continued, taking his hands out of his pockets. "So I'll be coming with you and you won't be able to convince me otherwise. You're not the only stubborn bastard in this friendship, you know."

He got a whiff of the smoke as Miss Sally came over to them, before tossing the thing in the snow. He almost drooled at the thought of tea and hobnobs, with it having been ages since he had a proper tea. The last time, as far as he could recall, was when he was dating a girl who was a little obsessed with the United Kingdom and all. It had been something of a fetish for her, but he didn't complain when it came to a strong cup of tea.

"That sounds brilliant," Ravi replied earnestly. "Gavin's never had a good cup of tea in his life, you know. Could use some cultural education and such."

🦄 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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As Neema instructed Nora to look for the inscription, Nora's eyes widened slightly. She knew very little of Egyptian mythology, her knowledge consisting almost entirely of what Lady Munn and Neema had taught her in the past twenty four hours. But yet, her mind flickered back to the inscription burned onto Lady Munn's necklace, the inscription burned onto others' pieces of jewelry. Could the Bastet be a group of people, rather than a single individual? Was she supposed to protect Lady Munn and the others?

A silence fell in the room as Nora took her first sip of her tea. The heat of it scorched her tongue slightly, but at least it was a pain she understood. She could see and observe for herself the cause and its effect. Her eyes locked with Neema and a slight shudder came over her body. The prospect that she, Nora, had such hidden strength...never before had any other individual considered it.

Looking at Neema as the woman knelt before her and took her hands, Nora slowly gripped Neema's hands in turn. She never had put faith in faith before, believing in things that she herself could understand and explain. A certain sadness descended on herself, feeling for a moment as if Neema had discovered Nora's biggest secret. It wasn't that she didn't care for society and its customs, it was that she never put any faith in them. Her entire life, she had only put faith in herself, as no one else would.

"I would quite like that, Neema," Nora replied, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. "But only if it is something you yourself would want to do."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Witch Cat: Day 5, hun

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

@Lady Amalthea I'll get a post up after breakfast ^^