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Well now that I got the customary "post once" requirement out of the way....

HELLO

Welcome to my safe space. Well, about as safe as one space can be, I guess. If you are here looking for something, I am very sorry to disappoint you, but I made fresh cookies! Come sit a spell.

I guess I'll do some more in-depth stuff about myself. My name is Nick and I am 35 years old living in Illinois. I am a therapist and clinical responder (which is a fancy way of saying I go out on police calls to provide mental health assistance). Been doing therapy for a few years now and I absolutely love it!

I am a gay, cisgender man. I came out in January 2020 (smack dab in the middle of a pandemic. Timing was always my downfall). There is still much I am learning, but I am proud and happy to be who I really am and not have to hide it anymore!

I am an avid gamer, especially roleplaying games (cue surprised and shock noises). I also enjoy writing and reading, especially mysteries. I am not new to roleplay, I promise. I have been doing it for years now in different formats. I am experienced, even if it doesn't seem like it.

I use humor as a coping mechanism for sure, but I also like laughing and enjoying myself. Life can be pretty sad and upsetting for the most part and I don't want to add to it.

Whew! That got deep!

I will be poking my nose around in spaces and hoping to jump headfirst into this. Some interests I have in terms of roleplay settings include superheroes, DnD, science fiction/fantasy, mysteries, thrillers, horror stuffs, apocolypse, and espionage. And I am a fan of most things pop culture. If you have any suggestions or possible roleplays you think I would love, please let me know.

Otherwise, stick around! This is gonna get wild!

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Millicent




Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
Skills: N/A





Dinner resumed with conversations and wine flowing in equal measure. The food looked and smelled divine and Millicent couldn’t recall when she ate so well. There were a few notable places she attended for meals, usually invited by some well-to-do person who was interested in her work, but she often found the conversations too dull to fully enjoy the mean. And, if she were being honest with herself, she preferred a night in with Chinese take-out watching some crime documentary on Netflix.

Millicent’s eyes wandered to their hostess, Elenore. Given recent events Millicent expected her to freak out. After all how many dinner parties do you host where one of your guests punches the other, even if it is deserved?

Millicent dove into her food, allowing the flavors melt on her tongue. Whatever sauce they had used was amazing. Before she could continue, another instigation rose up with one of the others asking for HP sauce. Millicent didn’t quite know what that was, but she assumed it was a type of steak sauce, like A1. Elenore was clearly not having it though and Millicent had to agree. The food didn’t need additional aid from them.

Millicent eyed Elenore a bit longer, though. Through her work, Millicent prided herself on her ability to read people. It wasn’t actual mind reading, and she wasn’t psychic, but more often than not, people showed what was going on in their minds through their body movements, tics, facial expressions, eye movement, and a bunch of other things we often take for granted.

Millicent sensed this was more than just the use of some sauce. The dinner was gradually getting out of control, and Elenore did not like that one bit. Elenore’s gaze lingered on the other woman, the mousy-looking woman who she briefly saw in the hallway outside her bedroom, and who was now using the same sauce. Elenore tried to hide it, but it was obvious to Millicent, at least, that she was upset at her too. Millicent made a mental note not to get on Elenore’s bad side.

But perhaps she already did.

Millicent returned her attention to the others. She wanted to talk to a few more of them, if for no other reason than to get a sense as to who she would be competing with. Her eyes drew to a gorgeous woman across the table from her. She picked up her glass of wine and held it up in her direction, as a symbol of toasting, before she pressed on. ”Quite the dinner isn’t it? I don’t often enjoy dinner with a show. How are you enjoying things?”

”Oh, I’m enjoying the meal quite well. How about you?” The woman lifted her own cup, matching the toast before taking a sip of the wine, and offered a small smile in return.

”It is delicious, I have never eaten so well. Since I am trying to get to know everyone now, I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Millicent, professional magician. I make it a habit of knowing gorgeous, well-dressed women in my vicinity. Whom do I have the pleasure of enjoying this dinner with?”

”Constance, Constance Monroe. I’m a ballet dancer. A pleasure to meet you, Millicent. Always lovely to make the acquaintance of a fellow performer. Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of seeing one of your shows, but I do not often have the time to take in shows these days.”

Millicent nodded, making further mental notes. A ballet dancer wasn’t what one would normally consider a criminal, though obviously anyone could be anything. Was Constance lying about her? Millicent put a pin in it.

She then turned her attention to the woman next to her. Admiring for the briefest of moments before she spoke up. ”I am so sorry about that before. Well, no I’m not sorry. I mean I am upset it happened, but I didn’t do anything so why am I apologizing. Anyway, i hope you are doing better after all of that. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Millicent. I am a big fan of drag performers. I’ve actually hired a few of them for shows. The crowds love them.”

The woman slowly smiled as she heard Millicent talk about her enjoyment of drag. “Oh!” She gasped, , “A drag fan! Ooh, it's so nice to meet you!” The woman held out her hand, “Ivanna Slay, here to stay. An honor to meet you.”

Millicent fought the urge to immediately like Ivanna. After all, someone here knew her secret. But she took the hand offered and shook it. ”Wonderful to meet you too! Perhaps we can meet up after dinner and talk some more? Over more drinks?” Millicent felt herself get warmer. What the hell was happening to her?

Ivanna smiled bigger. “Ooh, yes!” She looked very happy. “I'd love too, Millicent. Millicent! I love that name. It's giving like…fancy, and…regal, sorta. Or like magical. Very slay.” She smiled at Millicent a few moments before suddenly turning to the food. “Oh! It's gonna get cold. Alright, let's see what's at steak…” Her eyes darted back to Millicent and lingered on her for a moment, as she smiled before trying the food.

Millicent felt herself beam. The cast of characters she had met thus far were varied, interesting, eclectic. Millicent finished her food, enjoying the flavor profile.

But even as she enjoyed, she had to be mindful. Because there was clearly more going on underneath the surface at Chateau La Lune.
If it helps anyone else, I did ask if it were possible to have a god/goddess not listed as one and got the go ahead. I wanted Aphrodite but that one was nabbed up real quick (not a problem!). So I am working on possibilities myself.
These stalkers man....can't get rid of 'em

Hi, I am definitely interested and totally HAVE NOT been stalking this since it was first put up >.>






”I’m fine.” It wasn’t technically a lie. It wasn’t technically the truth, either. Leah was always just fine, because that was one of her strengths. Her ability to just deal. Leah tolerated bad things, and had a higher patience limit than other people, so she just put on a brave face and kept moving forward. That didn’t mean she liked it when things got bad, but she could handle bad.

But this was bad.

It was easier with Sabine here.

”April’s in there with her family,” Leah answered. In there with Danni and Dorian, who actually knew how to help her be happy. ”Too distracted. He’s too smart to get near her in there, with all those people.”

Sabine froze for a second, worried that April was with her parents who she had a strained relationship with, until she realized what Leah meant. And Sabine found herself growing jealous, albeit briefly. But she pushed it down deep. That was something to deal with later.

”That may be true, but if he’s as bad as you painted him out to be then it doesn’t matter how many people are there with her.”

Sabine pondered a moment. ”Going to ask a weird question off-topic, but did anything weird happen during your medical exam?”

”You mean aside from getting prodded at like a dead body? They said somebody enchanted me with something. No idea what that means.”

”When they did the cosmic test the staff looked…terrified. I can’t imagine why. They let me through though so it can’t have been that bad. I also get the sense I am being watched, but given everything that isn’t surprising.”

Sabine wondered what enchantment Leah had on her. Was it something from her father or after? ”Either way, we passed, meaning the competition is still on. But we still need to tell Vision.”

”Yeah.”

That sucked.

It was damn near impossible to tell what was and wasn’t part of some plan of his, that may or may not have even existed. Always scheming and plotting, always doing something.

”Pretty damn funny how this is happening, actually.” Going by Leah’s tone, it wasn’t actually funny at all. ”You spend three years thinking the asshole’s dead, making sure no one ever wonders how you got here and that no one knows you’re his kid… And now we’re in this fuck up. I should’ve made sure he was dead last time.”

It almost sounded like she was apologizing for not killing him.

”Leah, none of this is your fault.” Sabine knew those words didn’t resonate usually, even for herself, but they needed to be said. ”That man is a monster and deserves everything coming to him. I know you think you need to take this on yourself, but you can’t. At some point you need to know this is more than you can handle on your own no matter how strong you are.”

“Hell, look at the Avengers. They rely on each other a lot and no one thinks less of them for doing so. He is not your sole responsibility. Let me take some of that pressure off.”
Sabine put her arm around Leah and pulled her in close. ”I know these words will probably go in one ear and out the other, but let me help you dummy. Let others help you.”

”Watch the h-” Oh, she didn’t even care about that right now. Slowly, she put arms around Sabine too, at the risk of accidentally crushing her ribs. She really needed to find out if that was suddenly a possibility.

Leah breathed in slowly, breathed out faster. ”...Yeah. Okay. This time, at least.”

Both Leah’s and Sabine’s phones would begin to ping and vibrate incessantly, with the following message taking over their screens, disallowing access to any other functions:

PLEASE RETURN IMMEDIATELY. I CANNOT SUPERVISE YOU OUTSIDE.


Glaring down at her phone like she could set it on fire with her eyes, Leah damn near crushed it to dust. She literally told him she’d be right outside.

”That had better mean he’s not talking to someone else right now.”

”He probably has to stay with all of the students. Don’t be too hard on him. Come on.” Sabine grabbed Leah’s hand and led her inside. Vision was probably one of very few staff Sabine trusted with this information.

In the middle of the room, Leah and Sabine would see a visibly stressed Vision deep in conversation with a contest of champions employee - the wires in his skull bulging like veins. Their phones would buzz again.

WE CAN SPEAK NOW. TALK AND I WILL HEAR.


Huh. Okay.

Leah glanced down at Sabine, then back at him from across the room.

”Earlier, my dad showed up. I never told anyone here I had any family, because he’s- He’s a supervillain.” She said this quietly, like someone other than Sabine was right next to her. Her bones were rattling in her chest again.

Sabine took a moment, jarred by how Vision intended to communicate with them, but it made sense. Less likely to be overheard. And she was used to talking in people’s minds. ”He made a pretty big threat against Leah and me. I can share the memory if that makes it clearer. But suffice to say he is a dangerous man. He potentially knows about April too, especially if he is targeting people close to Leah. Either way, he’s around but we can’t cancel the contest.”

PLEASE ELUCIDATE THE NATURE OF THE THREAT. WHAT MEASURES MUST WE DEPLOY?


Leah blinked. He didn’t even try to bitch about it? Do you know how dangerous that is, you stupid rock-for-brains idiot? I calculate a 99.99% chance you just killed us all. That was more or less what Leah was expecting.

And the fact that wasn’t what came caught her off guard.

”He’s a mutant. He learns things faster than anyone else can. He’s really good at using just about any kind of weapons, machines, or whatever else,” Leah whispered. ”He probably learns those things faster than you could. It takes him one day to learn how to do things anyone else would spend years figuring out. He takes jobs from people all over the world to kill or steal, or worse. He could throw basically anything at us.”

As Leah spoke, Sabine attempted to transmit the memory of Leah’s father to Vision for him to better understand the situation. However, this felt like nothing she experienced before. It made sense as Vision was some technological being and not a human, it was clearly different. Sabine struggled and struggled to push through, but nothing worked.

She let out a long sigh of frustration. She was worried Vision wouldn’t take the threat as serious as they knew it to be. ”Look, he’s incredibly dangerous. I can’t share the memory with you but if you can’t accept my words, accept Leah’s. She’s had the most experience with him and if she says he’s a threat, he is a colossal threat. I don’t know what measures would work, but all I know is that if the contest is cancelled, he is going on the warpath.”

There was a slight pause, before the next message flashed across their screens.

WHY WOULD I DISCOUNT YOUR WORDS, MS. BASSARD?

MS. JORDAN, CAN YOU TELL ME HIS NAME, KNOWN ALIASES, ASSOCIATES, HISTORY, and ANY IDENTIFYING CHARACTERISTICS? I WOULD LIKE TO ALERT MY COLLEAGUES IN THE AVENGERS.


It was tempting for Leah to tell him that was a bad idea. Leah told herself and others that sending the Avengers would be a suicide mission. She bit it back.

”He’s gone by different names… Alain Pavon is his preferred one, though. His “codename” is Imperator, it’s what people call him when they’re paying him. He’s also been called stupid things like the Red Terror or the Blackbird. He’s assassinated at least a dozen leaders from different countries for money, spied on and spied for more than that… I’m pretty sure he’s also been to other planets or worlds,” Leah added. ”Like Limbo or Asgard.”

She fidgeted with her hands. ”He looks mostly like I do- Did, before this stuff happened to me. Brown skin, curls, except his hair isn’t sandpaper, I think. He’s got this ridiculous suit of armor with black wings, like he’s Iron Man. He’s one of those high-end, stupid-expensive mercenaries that you never hear about unless you’re running a country.”

Sabine allowed Leah to share it all. It was her father and this was her moment, as hard as it was. She gripped Leah’s hand for support as she recounted her father’s war crimes. There was some hope though. If Vision could rally the Avengers, perhaps there was a chance.

Sabine also wanted to help, but she knew Vision would disapprove. Leah’s father knew her especially, and she was willing to help take him down if it meant a moment of safety for Leah. Even then, Sabine was smart enough to know she couldn’t take on someone like him alone.

”The Avengers would be helpful right about now.”

I CONCUR. I AM CONTACTING THEM NOW. THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS TO ME.


Leah really didn’t think they would be.

”If the contest gets called off, he’ll blow the school to hell. Or he’ll nuke it, or set it on fire, or something. He said it wouldn’t be there if I don’t compete.”

”So we compete. We compete and we win and then we take the bastard down.” There was an undercurrent of rage, try as she might to hide it. ”Thanks Vision. For trusting us and helping.”

THE CONTEST WILL PROCEED AS SCHEDULED. MORE HINGES ON ITS COMPLETION THAN JUST THIS. PLEASE ALERT ME IF YOU OBSERVE ANYTHING ELSE.


Without another word, Leah walked back out. Vision could just track her phone or tell She-Hulk to hover over her shoulder. That would be annoying, but at this point, Leah’s patience was wearing thin enough that she wasn’t going to bitch about it.

Sabine felt Leah pull away as her hand fell to her side. She knew Leah didn’t like this, but there was no other choice. People were now in danger and they needed to be protected and that meant calling in reinforcements.

Sabine followed quickly behind. ”Hey Leah, talk to me. What’s up?”

Leah didn’t stop walking. ”I used to hear this guy talk about how easy it was to deal with the Avengers like he was bored by them. Vision might as well have just told them to put a gun to their heads, and it would’ve been faster. Oh, and did I mention how fucked this is?” She asked. It was a rhetorical question. ”I thought he was dead, it took me months just to stop seeing my mom’s face when I closed my eyes, with blood running down her eyes after he fucking shot her. Everything is wrong because of him. Now he’s back, like a fucking ghost.”

She was not going to start sobbing again, damnit.

Sabine pulled Leah back. Granted, it may have needed to take extra effort but she tried, having Leah face her. Sabine put her hands on Leah’s shoulders. ”I know this is hard. I know this is a sucky situation. I cannot tell you how to feel about it but what I can tell you is that right now I need you to suck it up. We can cry about it later, lash out, break shit, whatever you need to process things, we’ll do it. But right now we need to keep it together. I’m fucking terrified so I can only imagine how you feel, which is why we need to get a grip. This man has done tremendous damage to you Leah, I get it. And I can see how scary it is to face him now, but, and I will repeat this over and over until you get it through your sandpaper hair and thick skull, you are not dealing with this alone. I know you are trying to and opening up to Vision felt wrong, but you cannot be the one to handle him on your own. Let others in who want to help, who can help. Let me help. Because when I see that man when this is all done I am going to melt his brain from the inside until I see it pouring out from his eyes for what he did to you. If you need to let it out now, do it. But once you're done we are going back in there and getting ready for the contest where we will crush it and then crush your asshole father. Got it?”

It wasn’t that easy for Leah to just let people in. She was terrible at it. She didn’t know when to, didn’t know when not to, so she just never did. She’d been trying to do that more, lately, but it wasn’t quite the same as this.

If it wasn’t for Sabine nudging her along right now, she would’ve just grabbed a boulder and soared back to Arizona to snap dear old dad in two.

Gently as she could manage with her rocky hands, she held Sabine’s. Leah stared down at her girlfriend as if she could communicate her thoughts to her with just a glance. She stood there, still as a statue, thinking things through without just opening her big mouth and saying the dumbest shit possible. Not like when she was visiting April at C.A.G.E.Not like any other time she ran her mouth and had nothing thoughtful to say.

”I believe you. I’m trying, okay? I’m… Bad at this.”

”I know you are and I appreciate it. It’s ok to admit when you don’t know what to say or what to do. Hell, that’s something I am trying every day.”

Sabine shut her eyes a moment, feeling the warmth from Leah’s hands meld with her own. ”I fucked things up with April. I handled the situation poorly and I hurt her more. I was jealous of how close she is with Dorian and Danni and why she felt the need to pull away from me, from us, and that made me think I hurt her more than I ever intended.”

Sabine shook her head, allowing a sob emit, but she pulled through. ”See? That was fucking hard, but I did it, because I know I have you and April and Dorian and Danni and Andy and, hell, even Percy and Victoria to some degree. We got this.”

”Yeah. Yeah, we do. We’ll figure it out,” Leah said. ”I figured it out once before, I’ll figure it out again. And… I thought I’d fly off and leave when he showed up. I thought I’d sneak away and not let anyone worry about me. But you’re going to be there for it this time.”

They stayed like that for a moment before Leah broke the silence. ”Let’s go.”

Sabine let the moment linger before she followed Leah back in. The emotional weight lifted somewhat. She didn’t want to admit to April, not yet. Win the contest, kill the douchebag, and then have a heartfelt moment. Just like the movies.
@ChronicleMan@Skyline Hey guys. Hope you had a wonderful wedding.

Just checking in to see if this is still a thing. If it isn't, I'd like to be made aware.
I don't mind the slower pace, especially with events happening simultaneously.



Millicent




Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
Skills: N/A





Millicent swept into the room along with a few others, taking in the scene in front of her. The table alone was something out of a drama tv show set in some millionaire’s mansion where the husband and wife sit on opposite ends of the long table because they not-so-secretly hate each other. Each seat had a card in front of it with a name written in beautiful script. Millicent kept an eye out for hers, noticing it next to two other names: Sam and Ivanna.

As Millicent sat in her respective seat she noticed the flowers. They appeared to be the same ones as the ones in the garden. It was not out of the ordinary to have flowers from one’s own garden decorate their home. Millicent wondered if they used them elsewhere, perhaps for weddings or funerals.

Millicent noted the glasses. It only made sense they would value wine at dinner. Millicent enjoyed herself a glass. Perhaps more depending on the occasion. She would need to be careful though. Someone here, someone most likely at this very table, knew a secret of hers. She heard rumors, of course, from some of the other people here. She clocked them as they entered.

Millicen watched the others come in gradually but her eyes lingered on one particularly fetching woman in a red dress. Millicent was familiar with Drag Queens. One didn’t live in California without being familiar. Millicent loved them: the art, the style, the sheer confidence to wear what called out to you; uninhibited by others. Part of what she loved about performing was the flair associated with it. She desperately wanted to talk at length to this gorgeous woman.

But someone got to her first.

Millicent was also familiar with a certain type of people. Those who felt it necessary to interject themselves into spaces not for them. Those who disliked others and made it everyone else’s problem. Rather than ignore and move on, go up close and personal to the very person or people that “sickens” them and unleash waves of idiocy and cruelty. The man’s appearance made Millicent want to vomit but his words felt like a slap. She wasn’t the target but anyone with a shred of empathy could feel the hit. Millicent wanted to stand up and deck him. Lay him out flat. No one deserved that, especially an invited guest. To top it off, as Ivanna and Sam, the man sitting next to her, went off on him, he retaliated by insulting others, herself included (the word being used by the gay community. She didn’t use the word herself but knew that it could sometimes refer to anyone in the community with a broad stroke).

Someone stood up and moved and Millicent watched with baited breath as the man pulled the chair out and punched the homophobe. Millicent wanted to cheer, but felt in this environment that she should keep quiet. He returned to his seat and salad. Millicent was much too on edge to eat at the moment. She looked around her, wondering if anyone was going to say something. So she took the opportunity.

”I just have to say, that was very commendable. If you hadn’t done that I would have. You look a little familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?” Millicent was sure in passing of the man’s face, but could not put a finger to it.

Miguel leaned back slightly in his seat, so he could get a better look at the person addressing him - she was a few spots down. ”I should’ve done it earlier, tbh,” he said with a shrug, speaking out each letter in the abbreviation - as if using chatspeak verbally was common and acceptable.”You might have seen me on YouTube - I’m Miguel de la Muerte, world’s greatest ghost hunter. I think I’ve been made into a few gifs too.”

Millicent had to recall back a bit, but then she remembered. One of the late nights she had given….other events had her watching Youtube over and over, falling into Rabbit Hole one after the other. It was there she remembered his face. Millicent wasn’t what someone would call a skeptic, she truly did not know if there was more out there, but she figured there had to be to explain some things. The man was cute and he punched a fascist. As far as she was concerned, he was golden in her book. ”Ah yes, I recall seeing a video or two though I don’t often find myself using memes. I’m Millicent and I’m a professional magician. Not on Youtube myself but I believe I have some videos circulating from some of my shows. If you’re ever in California let me know, I’ll reserve a ticket for the homophobe-puncher.”

His eyes lit up. ”Wait, dude, really? That’s so fucking cool! I actually live in Los Angeles - do you want to grab a beer some time when we’re back? Houdini was my hero when I was a kid, I tried to learn every trick I could - I was really bad at it, not gonna lie, but hell - if you’re ever wanting to do a collab, just hit me up.”

Millicent, content, nodded her agreement. She still didn’t trust anyone, including Miguel, but she had to admit that his taking care of Lawrence made her him less likely in her eyes to be the one who led her here. Though they both lived in Los Angeles.

Millicent enjoyed her salad as her eyes drifted to her neighbor. Sam had stood up for Ivanna which was good. However, Millicent put two-and-two together and remembered who her neighbor was. The one who left the bathroom in disrepair. Millicent finished her food before she turned her attention on her neighbor.

”Sam, is it? I believe we are bedroom neighbors and bathroom sharers, which puts me in an awkward position. I want the time spent here to be enjoyable for all of us, but that’s hard to do when the shared space is left as it was. Can you please try to clean up after yourself a bit better? I recognize we have maids and other staff aiding us, but it isn’t really fair to put it all on their shoulders.”

Sam startled slightly in his chair as the woman next to him addressed him. Excusing himself for a moment from Ralph as he turned to speak to her. The blush still apparent on his cheeks both from the small application earlier as well as a bit of embarrassment for the current topic of conversation. Especially next to two handsome men. ”Oh. Sorry…I had planned to clean up but got distracted between the bags and the little dinner card. I was trying to figure out how it all worked. I did plan to pick it all up after dinner however, or I guess after cocktails?” He said a bit meekly as he placed his fork and knife down on his plate.

Annoyed, Milicent conceded this as an excuse. ”That’s fair. I just want this trip to be relaxing. And I’m one who likes privacy so I hope it is okay if I keep my side locked. It’s not that I distrust you, but I don’t know you or anyone here, really. Speaking of, I’m Millicent, professional magician. Sorry to meet under these circumstances, but maybe we can talk later?”

Sam held his hands up towards his chest in defeat and surrender. Trying to wave away the need to explain why she was locking her door. ”Nononono I totally understand. I'm not one who cares much about it to be honest. I'll probably keep mine unlocked if you ever need me or anything. Oh, and feel free to knock if you need the restroom and I'm in it. I can cover up if you'd like or step out or…” Sam smiled, letting out a small sigh before continuing. ”You know? Yeah. But, Magician, that's cool. Never been to see a show before but I bet they're a lot of fun. I'm Sam, Paranormal Investigator.”

So she had spoken to not one, but two people with careers in the paranormal. This was a joke, right? She didn’t discount their careers, as she would hope no one did her’s, but surely that was a coincidence, right?

Millicent returned her attention back to the others, particularly to the family La Lune. What was the purpose of inviting them here? Was it truly to provide someone deserving with a million dollars? If so, why not just give that person the money? Or split it to all of them. Even that sum would help her out.

Millicent got a funny feeling and she trusted her gut more so with every passing hour in this place. Someone here was lying. More than one person if she had to guess. Herself included. It was starting to smell like bullshit. They were rounded up here for a reason and it wasn’t some selfless act. She was sure of it now.
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