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Camp Athens - Closed

^{#de9b8f ....|..... outfit .....|..... chariselle's cabin}

Chariselle paid little mind to the trials and tribulations of Sylas as he maneuvered her bags for her. Instead, as they spoke, she kept her eyes out for fresh meat. Everyone was new here to her. Though, she noted, based on Sylas' words, people would know her as the daughter of Aphrodite. That came with benefits, surely. After all was she not the Goddess of beauty and love? People would be barreling down her door to get to her.

And then something else hit her. Something she had not considered. Would she have siblings here? She doubted the goddess of 'getting down' only stopped at one. That meant she had brothers, sisters, and non-binary siblings running amok here. That would not do. It was bad enough she had to compete with some of the hottest people she had ever seen (the children of literal Greek gods!) but her own siblings?

Chariselle briefly glanced back at Sylas when she noted his demenour had changed. It was as if the mask he was wearing slipped and she saw the Phantom underneath. The cool, helpful guy she had roped into doing her work for her was not here, replaced with something altogether different. It sent a small chill through her spine. When he regaiend focus again, his facade came back. "Apologies. That guy looked like someone I used to know,"

Chariselle looked around and spotted two figures walking together. She recognized neither (because she was new here idiots!). Sylas seemed to care though, which meant there was juice here. She made a mental note to check in later. "Oh, no worries sweetie."

After asking Sylas for the hot goss at the camp, he took a brief moment. "You don’t seem like someone who peddles in trivial information."

Oh sweetheart, if you only knew. she thought to herself. She took a brief glance at her bag, well one of them, knowing the answer to that laid within. But she returned her gaze back to Sylas.

"I suppose on the base level, you have two siblings. Veronica and Wes. Never talked to her, but Wes… You can’t miss him, one arm, usually hanging around an angry blonde." Ok, Chariselle figured she'd have siblings. Veronica and Wes. And did he say...one arm? There's a story there for sure. "On the juicier side of things, there was a bit of a love triangle not long ago, with none other than our pseudo-leader Andy." Ok, Andy was the girl she met briefly from before. Apparently she wasn't as straight-laced as Chariselle figured. Love triangles were cute, but come back to her when you were involved in a Love Dodecohedron.

"She was dating this Son of Zeus, Ajax. He was the last, no, two leaders ago. But her best friend is my mate Mason, who always kind of carried a torch for her. It was only when Mason showed interest in someone else that she realized ’Oh, hey, maybe I do like this guy.’ It was a whole thing. Ajax dumped Andy because… Obviously. Ajax’s sister beat the shit out of Andy for breaking her brother’s heart and the two Zeus kids are now living the high life with daddy in Olympus. Last I heard they’re on the fritz. Mason’s a good guy, who honestly deserves more than hanging on Andy’s every whim." Damn, Sylas was a gold-mine despite his initial hesitancy. Fights over boys was so high school, but damn if it didn't thrill her. If she could inject that feeling into her veins she'd be hooked day one.

"Oh, Blair fucked the last camp leader, Nick, in the Main Office and half of it was broadcasted over the P.A. system. He died a couple months ago with a few other campers." Ok, Blair was someone to get-to-know. Sounded like the two of them would get along swimmingly.

They approached the cabin that Chariselle chose for herself and she was...well she was expecting the best but prepared for the worst. The cabin though appeared to have all of the amenities she craved and looked Instagram-worthy, which was how she based a lot of things in life. Satisifed with the outside she walked up the stairs as Sylas impressed upon who her neighbors were. Chariselle filed that information moreso to keep an eye on things. Sylas set her bags down. "I hate to disappoint, but I don’t know if there’s much else in the realm of useful gossip here. A lot of the problematic demigods, like the Zeus duo left camp. And you were lucky enough to miss Poseidon’s lovely little trials he put us all through. Unless you fancy being forced to face your worst fears in front of the entire camp and half of Olympus."

"Admittedly, no, I am thankful I missed out on that. Though from the sounds of it there's no lack of fun to be had here. Glad I made it in time for the party." Chariselle took a moment to appreciate her space. The place was beautiful and, from the gossip, not boring. "You have been so helpful Sylas. I think I can take it from here. Wouldn't mind some time to get it in and freshen up before the party, but you must let me make it up to you later. I am sure we can find a way I can help you out, should you need it." The words were tainted in honey, the meaning pretty evident, even for her.

She walked over and pressed her lips to his cheek. "Thank you for sharing and helping a girl out. I am sure I will see you later." Chariselle grabbed her bags and walked into her cabin, leaving Sylas to do whatever he wished.

She set her bags down after taking a few steps in. The space was the purest definition of cozy. Decorated and filled with things anyone would find comforting, but surely not roughing it. It was perfect.

Chariselle grabbed the one carryon bag she needed before she set it on the counter in the kitchen area. She opened it up and took out the tome she carried with her. She set it gently down and placed her hand on the cover. The warm demeanor she carried with Sylas fell quickly as she crakced it open, scourng the many blank pages she had.

Oh the wicked whims she had quarreling in her mind. The simple conversation with Sylas opened up many avenues. She took out one of her pens and quickly jotted down some of the names she had heard so far.

Andy, Blair, Wes, Veronica, Mason, Sylas.

She left it there, excited to see the possibilities before her. She closed the book and put it back in her bag. She took the rest and made her way upstairs and into what she assumed was the master bedroom.

She dropped her bags again and flopped on the bed, letting the comfort wash over her. It was busy work, but she was happy to do it. Camp Athens didn't know what it had in store.

^{interactions ....|.... Sylas ............... mentions ....|.... Evelyn, River, Wes, Veronica, Mason, Andy, Blair}

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Fuck you, suck my dick, and also

The Season of the Enlightened

🎵Theme Song🎵

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Dearest Sir or Madam,

It has come to our attention that your child possesses what we have come to call 'Enlightenment'. That is to say your child now possesses strange and bizarre abilities that which cannot be fully explained. How we have come to know this information matters not, but do not fear. Your child is one of many with such abilities. We are sure you have questions and we are happy to answer these and more in an upcoming visit at your homestead. We ask that you do not let your child know of this visit purely to ensure we prevent any mishaps or misinformation spread.

Suffice to say, this can be a challenging time for parents such as yourself. It is difficult enough to raise a child with good morals and judgment in this time, but we at St. Eustice's School For the Enlightened believe it can be done without fear or concern. Since our school opened we have trained many young lords and ladies in the fine art of Enlightenment as well as many other avenues of study. The students are taught such lessons as finances, mathematics, social decorum, and how to best find your place amongst society with one's unique abilities. We have dedicated programs for both the young men and young women who join us and rest assured, we ensure both receive proper training for their futures.

To prepare for our upcoming visit, we would appreciate if you could have your child ready and dressed appropriately and fashionably for our arrival. While tuition to our school is free, a reasonable donation is always appreciated to ensure your child amongst the many others are provided for. If you are to have any questions, please feel free to ask. If all is agreed upon, we can set the schedule for your child to begin attendance immediately. If you are unsure, we hope we can appease your mind. Rest assured, this is, and always will be, your choice.

Kindly and Respectfully,

Lord Ingram Poe

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Hello and welcome to the interest check for my first ever RP!

The Season of the Enlightened is a superpower RP set during the Regency period in England. In this timeline, people started manifesting powers of various forms, and history was changed as a result. The Regency period was a time of refinement and culture, but mainly for the wealthy elite. It was a time for seeking out marriages for the betterment of station and to amass more wealth. Young Lords and Ladies were expected to maintain decorum and stick to their station in life. While culture bloomed, this was also a period of poverty and reform, and many people struggled during this time.

While I intend to be as historically accurate as possible, there will be some creative liberties taken. Due to the nature of superpowers, which was called the Enlightenment during this period, things progressed quickly.

Our story takes place in England in the year 1811. Enlightened are seen in a more positive light, though many still fear them and wish for them to be taken care of. The RP will be from the point of view of the many people who were part of this period and the trials and tribulations faced. There will be romance, mystery, action, fantasy, and adventure.

Please bear with me as this is my first RP I have ever started. I encourage feedback and want to work with people to create an amazing story. I am excited to do this with you!

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Historical Events

• 1776: The United States signs the Declaration of Independence and is now free from Great Britain
• 1789: George III, suffering from mental illness, is deemed unfit, leading Parliament to introduce the Regency Bill, but George III overcomes his illness. Rumors abound that his episodes are side effects of being Enlightened
• 1793: Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette are executed in France. This would cause instability and would be called the Reign of Terror.
• 1796: Princess Charlotte is born to the Prince and Princess of Wales.
• 1800: Napoleon invades Italy
• 1801: The Act of Union helps to create the United Kingdom, thus uniting Great Britain, Ireland, and Scotland
• 1802: The Napoleonic Wars have ended with the Treaty of Amiens, securing peace between Great Britain, France, Spain, and the Batavian Republic
• 1804: Napoleon crowns himself the Emperor of France
• 1807: Parliament passes the Slave Trade Act. This ends slave trade in Great Britain but does not abolis slavery
• 1808: Napoleon invades Spain
• 1809: Spencer Perceval is elected Prime Minister. The Duke of York is invovled in a scandal with Mary Anne Clarke
• 1811: The Regency Bill is passed allowing the Prince of Wales to be the Prince Reagent due to King George III's mental illness. This marks the unofficial start of the Regency Period

Important Hisorical Figures

• King George III
• Princess Charlotte
• Spencer Perceval
• Napoleon
• Jane Austen
• Jane Porter
• The Bow Street Runners
• Ludqwig van Beethoven
• Frances 'Fanny' Burney

The Regency Period and the LGBTQIA+ Community

As we know, the LGBTQIA+ community has been around forever. During the Regency Period in Britain, homosexuality was frowned upon and could often lead to arrest and even a death sentence. Transgender people also existed, though they frequently remained in hiding. Cross-dressing was prominent for those who did not adhere to the gender binary, and some individuals considered themselves non-binary. Unfortunately, documentation of this was limited, though there are historical pieces and observations that hint towards the existence of the LGBTQIA+ community in this period.

Important Resources for the RP

• What The Regency Period Was Really Like
• Women's Fashion
• Men's Fashion
• Primer for Regency Social Classes
• Technology and the Regency Period

Notable Places

St. Eustice's School for the Enlightened: Opened in the late 1600s, St. Eustice's School for the Enlightened is an institution dedicated to helping those with Enlightened abilities better manage them as they enter society. Generally, the age range for attendees starts as young as 12 and goes up to as late as 30, though there are notable exceptions when needed. Both men and women are encouraged to attend, though the classwork differs. Once it is proven that the student has accomplished their coursework and has met the criteria, they are introduced back into society during the school's "Enlightenment Soiree".

Mr. Maleficar's Traveling Circus: An assortment of acts run together by Mr. Maleficar. Typically those in the circus are Enlightened members who have rejected society for one reason or another or those with Enlightened abilities that have altered them so that society rejects them first. Despite the kind nature presented, there is a dark underbelly with secrets screaming to get out.

Lady Rosemarie's Haven For Wayward Girls: A group home/school for girls ages 8 to 16 who have demonstrated Enlightened abilities but, for one reason or another, have not attended St. Eustace's. These are typically girls on the run from their families or from the law who need a place to stay and a space to learn how to manage their abilities. The place itself is hidden away and very few know its exact location. Rumors abound as to what exactly is taught there.

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Notable Figures

Lord Ingram Poe: The director and head of St. Eustice's School for the Enlightened. He takes his job seriously and with pride. He is Enlightened with the ability to sense when someone else, whether they have awakened or not, is Enlightened and pinpoint where other Enlightened individuals are. He is a wealthy man and is experienced in armed combat. He does not have a wife which leads many to speculate about him. Are his intentions noble or is there more under the surface?

Mr. Maleficar: No one knows his real name but many know him as Mr. Maleficar, the ring leader of his traveling circus. He is Enlightened and opts to travel rather than be amongst his peers. He can manipulate and move metal and always carries a metal cane that he can shape at will. Despite his kind presence during shows, there is more to him than meets the eye. Rumors speculate abuse amongst his crew, though no one says anything for long.

Lady Imogene Rosemarie: The headmistress of Lady Rosemarie's Haven For Wayward Girls. Despite initial appearance, Lady Rosemarie was not born into wealth, instead making it on her own after her Enlightened abilities manifested and she denied entry into St. Eustace's school. Her Enlightened abilities allow her to blend in by shifting her image to fit her needs. Lady Rosemarie ensures the wards in her care are treated fairly and are taught useful skills. But what exactly does Lady Rosemarie consider useful?

The Dark Embers: An organization filled with Enlightened members whose goal it is to see Enlightened have power and control world events. While many call this organization terrorists and villains, many also see them as heroes and a necessary evil. Members are often called after as no one knows where they inhabit with many speculating they travel. Disastrous events are often labeled as Dark Ember attacks, but is it true they are as dangerous as many claim?

Countess Horatia Pomperfith: A wealthy Countess known for her huge parties and having been married three times with each husband passing away. A huge gossipmonger who puts out a monthly newsletter detailing the goings-on in England. Many claim she kills her husbands, but she'll never tell. Is she a worthy ally or a terrible foe?

Moses Wendell: A man who made a name for himself in England's war efforts, earning him a title and land. Many speculate him to be amongst the hierarchy of the Dark Embers, though part of this may be due to his background and race. He is enlightened with the ability to manipulate his density; becoming durable and strong. Does he have his country's best interests at heart or is there a darkness lurking under that smile?

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How Rolls Will Work

I will leave it up to the group to decide if they would like to use a dice roller in the Discord Server or use the handy roller here on the Guild, but for use of skills in your posts I will ask that you roll for them. General things will not need a roll but for things that require a use of a certain skill or even your power you will need a roll.

Skills that you are proficient in will get a boost while skills you are not so good at will get a setback. There are 5 levels of skill

• Easy - Only the lowest of the low could fail this. Only needs to beat a 4
• Intermediate - Requires some knowledge, but could be done by anyone. Needs to beat an 8
• Hard - Requires practice and some know-how. Needs to beat a 12
• Difficult - A savant could do this with years of practice. Need to beat a 16
• Impossible - The very rare few could even hope to accomplish this. Risk at your own peril. Need to beat a 20

Like regular DnD, if you roll a 20 you get a Super Success and your roll will be rewarded with something extra. Perhaps you will learn a new skill? Or maybe you find something useful and get to keep it? And if you roll a 1 you get a Super Failure and will be punished accordingly (no worry about character death unless it was discussed and agreed upon, but something bad will happen).

Remember, failure is not always a bad thing. You never know what you will get if you try something.

You do not need rolls in all of your posts. If you need a roll, please let me know and, with the result, I will tell you privately what happens so you can add it in your post. I want ths to be fun for everyone so this may be tweaked as we progress.

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Rules For The RP

General Rules

1: Posting will be done at least once per 10 days. If you wish to post more than once in that time period, you are welcome to do so, but keep in mind others who may need more time to get something up. We do not want to progress so far that we leave others behind

-If you find you are unable to post in that time period, I ask that you let me know. Real life gets in the way and it is understandable

-If you intend to collab on a post, I ask that you try to get collabs done within the 10 day span. If it is going to take longer, perhaps consider making it a Part 1 and Part 2 deal. If that cannot happen, please communicate with me.

2: Be respectful to others. If you find you are having issues with someone else in the RP, I ask that you resolve them in private.
3: This RP will be set in the 1800s during the Regency period. As such, historical issues will come up. Certain groups of people were not treated kindly during this era. Sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. are all things that are expected. If you intend to use any of these issues in a post, I ask that you please offer a Trigger Warning. If you find you cannot handle these in the RP setting, I suggest finding a different RP. None of these will be tolerated in the OOC or on Discord.
4: Romance can and will happen but I draw the line at explicit scenes. This is a rule for this RP and well as the Guild overall. If you would like to write out a scene, I ask that you do so in the comfort of a private message. Any scene should fade-to-black before it gets that far.

-This RP is for adults so all players are 18 years old or older. Characters will also be 18 years old or over. If you intend to use a child in the RP as a support please keep in mind the nature of the RP.

5: You are limited to two characters at the start of the RP and they must be from different Affiliations so that there is a balance. After the RP has been going for a bit I may open it up to adding new characters.

-No character can be a part of the Dark Embers at the start of the RP, but who knows what may happen later.

6: Character death can happen, though this will always be communicated with the individual. If your character dies in the RP you are allowed to create a new character.
7: This is a game full of secrets and changing loyalties. I ask that you please not spoil anything in the OOC or Discord so others may enjoy the mystery.
8: Combat will happen. If your characters are in combat, whether between player characters or with NPCs, I expect you to respect each other and determine how it plays out. Your character will win fights. Your character will lose fights. It is just as fun to lose as it is to win.
9: Everyone will have their moments to shine in this RP. If you have a story idea, please share it with me to see how we can incorporate it into the overall plot. I want this to be a collaboration of everyone creating something fun and meaningful.
10: Please add your favorite TV Show or Movie in the Extra's section of the CS to show you have read these rules.

Character Creation Rules
1: When making your character, please use realistic images; either actual photos or realistic images. If you need help with faceclaimes, here is a link to a FC Directory that I like to use: FC Directory
2: Please ensure each character is part of a different faction: either St. Eustace's School for the Enlightened, Mr. Maleficar's Traveling Circus, Lady Rosemaries's Haven For Wayward Girls, or Independent. Independents are free of the constraints of each of these factions but are outliers with some specific story points. You will still be given story aids and prompts and I welcome collaboration with myself. No one can be a member of the Dark Embers at the start of the RP.

- For those choosing to be a part of the circus, your power must be something that alters your appearance or makes you considerably dangerous or something society would reject. For realistic images of this, feel free to still use photos and we can all use our imagination to alter the appearance.

- For Lady Rosemarie's Haven, while they primarily accept girls in their ranks, there are a few boys and men helping out. Trans gils are considered girls in the school and are welcomed also.

3: Every character must be 18 years of age or older. This is an adult RP and will have adult themes.
4: For Enlightened abilities I am limiting powers to 1 Major and 1 Minor power. For example: Lord Ingram Poe has the Enlightened ability to detect other Enlightened people, whether they have awakened to their power or not (think Prof. Xavier and Cerebro). This would be considered a Major Power. Something like a Danger Sense could be argued to be a minor power. I am open to discussing powers with players.

- Each power will have a weakness associated to it to help balance. This goes for my own characters as well. Perhaps they are weak to certain elements given their own powers? Perhaps the use of the power drains their energy? Maybe they need to injure themselves to use the power? Please make this fit with your chosen powers

5: Once your character is approved you may post them in the Character Tab. If you need to edit your sheet for whatever reason please ask me first before dong so

The Season of the Enlightened

Since I have a renewed interest in this with people keeping an eye on things, if you have suggestions, let me know :)

MARVELS: Streets of New York

It was down for a bit today but only today for me.

Btw I have been in a slump for this RP and, admittedly, really frustrated, but I took some time and decided I wish to continue.

Camp Athens - Closed

Fuck you Chariselle smells nice!

(jk I love the addition too <3)

Camp Athens - Closed

^{#de9b8f ....|..... outfit .....|..... outside main hall}

Chariselle made it a point to present a certain image to those she met. Things would be different here but in her experience, men were all the same. Even if, deep down, they resented her, made internal judgements of her, she was still a pretty girl, and pretty girls often got what they wanted. Didn't someone on TikTok refer to it as "pretty privilege"? Ever since she saw that, she leaned in. It was true, being attractive often netted her various things. Salespeople didn't think twice about her as she left the store after flirting with the cashier, with stolen goods in her purse. Police officers were only too thrilled to let her off with a warning after warning after she complimented them. Hell, there were times she never had to use her gifts bestowed upon her by her mother; people just liked helping her.

This was no different, as the man took the hand she offered and kissed it. What one would consider classy and gentlemanly, she knew better. No one in their right mind in this year still did shit like this. But she rested her free hand on her chest, fingers outstretched. "It's so nice to see chivalry isn't dead despite how many people are going to war against it." She fluttered her lashes, tipped her head just so, and really looked.

At the mention of her mother, Chariselle blanched, but recovered. She had to get used to that; people knowing who her mother was and, by extension, what she could and could not do. It wouldn't be like New York with a sucker on every block, she would have to be careful. "I guess I give off that vibe. Then you know the stories of Aphrodite. Well, they're true. Perhaps we can find out later how true." The whispers were honeysuckle and rose, but not through the use of her abilities. She doubted it would work that easily anyway.

Sylas was cute in a way that a little deformed dog was still cute, just maybe not if you looked too closely. He looked like a Netflix serial killer documentary, but didn't that add to the thrill? The chase?

Sylas walked away to grab something when she heard a voice ring out close to her. "Oh my God, I love your outfit! You’re also stunning, by the way," Chariselle eyed the body attached to the voice and enjoyed the view tremendously. The woman was an artist's sketch of what beauty could become if the right instruments were used. A face that begged attention with lips eager to speak and be spoken to. Lucious hair falling just so and a body worthy of the gods.

Damn, competition would be stiff.

"Oh my god, girl, same! You are so cute! Once I get settled, let's hang out!" She watched her walk away, eyes landing on the hip sway as Sylas returned with a pamphlet in tow. Right, Andy or whatever her name was had mentioned that, but she had been too distracted by the buffet of hotties on display and the lack of anyone helping her outright to pay attention. She took it gratefully and opened it up, eyeing the cabins. "Ah yes, my home away from home. Let's see." She pondered her choice as Sylas took her bags and got settled.

"Right will take us around the field and toward the beach and waterfront cabins. Whereas, left will take us behind the arena toward the woods and more secluded cabins… And, coincidentally, my cabin." The cheeky nature of Sylas made him more attractive. He seemed like someone to know, if for no other reason than to have a warm body next to her, in and out of bed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me close. Not without its appeal." She scouted a cabin for herself. She didn't necessarily want to be on the beach or close to the entrance so she opted for something father.

There was one nestled in the trees, close to some of the others, but not close enough that she wouldn't enjoy some privacy. She pointed to it on the map, marking her choice. "This one. This one looks good. And it's to the left, close to yours. How fortuitous for you." She smiled and began walking in the direction of her new home, letting Sylas follow closely. "So, anything a new camper should know about things here? I barely heard the introductions, apart from there being a party later. But I bet you know the dirty little secrets. Give a girl an edge?"

^{interactions ....|.... Sylas, Blair ............... mentions ....|.... Andy}

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Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
Skills: Secret

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Finishing her conversation with Sam, Millicent caught the tale end of the dancer’s final point regarding stage production and felt her eyes on her. Was there judgement there, or understanding?

Whatever the case was it seemed the people gathered came from all walks of life. Different careers, different life experiences that led them to their careers. She noted one of the other men at the table, one she hadn’t addressed. He seemed to be assessing everyone here, much like she did. Perhaps he would have insight into all of this going down.

”We all seem to be interrogating each other, so pardon me, but what are your thoughts? I’m Millicent by the way, magician.” She paid careful attention to him. While the others were varying degrees of readable, she felt he would be more challenging. Perhaps someone detailed-oriented who knew to keep things close to his chest.

The man seemed not to notice she was talking to him for a moment, but then turned to return her gaze, several seats to his right. ”Tony, surgeon,” he replied, swirling his wine and taking a sip before continuing. ”As for my thoughts, I think this has been a lovely dinner. The steak was excellent, the wine was great even if I’m not much of a wine drinker, and this tiramisu is some of the best I’ve had. What do you think?” he countered, taking a bite of tiramisu as he finished.

Millicent narrowed her eyes almost imperceptibly, trying to read the man. How does one experience a dinner with a wide range of characters, actual violence, and clear secrets and comment on the tiramisu, as delicious as it was?

But she couldn’t quite grasp anything from him. Like an invisible wall was put up and nothing could penetrate it. ”Yes, dinner was lovely. Best I’ve had in a long while. And quite lively conversation here, wouldn’t you agree?” She would keep an eye on Tony here. He would either prove to be a great ally or a formidable foe.

Again there was a brief moment before Tony answered, but this time it clearly wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed her question; he was watching her as closely as she watched him. ”Certainly. From start to finish, this has definitely been a dinner like none other. If we can expect more of the same for the rest of the weekend, then I don’t think this will be a trip any of us will ever forget.” He took another sip of wine, seemingly at ease with the situation as he held her gaze. Or was he? She couldn’t tell.

The two stared each other down as if a battle of wits was being waged through thought and osmosis. Millicent wanted to know more but didn’t feel dessert was the best for interrogation. Perhaps after a few more drinks Dr. Tony would be more open.

Her mind wandered again. The whole ordeal was opening up something inside of her. A concern that this trip was more than she or anyone here bargained for and that included the La Lune family. Their own drama aside, though not all the way, the colorful assortment of characters gathered here, the blackmail note in her bedroom, the tension built, the subtle and not-so-subtle glances between people seated here, rubbed her the wrong way. She had half a mind to ask to be taken out of the competition and go back home. She would lose the money, but wouldn’t it save her trouble in the long run.

But she had a creeping feeling. The note she received confirmed a fear she long held and one she was desperate to figure out. Someone here was toying with her and, given the nature of the dinner alone, was perhaps toying with others.

Was Sam as innocent as he appeared or was it a mask he put on so people paid him little attention?

Is Tony as laid-back as he appears or is there an undercurrent of something more sinister he doesn’t want anyone finding out?

Miguel appeared kind, but he also punched a man. Albeit a homophobe, but the rise to violence immediately could be cause for concern.

Renee appeared sweet. .A preschool teacher of all people. But didn’t the nice person often hold a dark secret?

Ralph offered little about himself, which given the fact they were al strangers didn’t mean much, but was he hiding the fact he knew more about them all than he led them to believe?

Ivanna Slay, a figure used to putting on a costume and show for others. How easy would it be to continue the show outside of the stage to hide what your real intentions were?

Constance appeared like a woman who was used to getting what she wanted. What if she wanted them here for ill intention? Constance was one she felt the strongest connection to, though that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Rhiannon, admittedly, the person she knew the least about, but what she heard gave her some pause. And the way she looked at her. Was it curiosity or something more?

Either way, Millicent didn’t want to leave. Not yet. She needed answers and she had a feeling the night was far from over.

The Symphony: Modern Magic

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13 Morningdove Lane - 12:45am}

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Running.

That was all she did. It was all she had known for years. What sort of life was it where you never knew the comfort of familiar walls for days? Where you didn't know if the sound of a police siren was for you or not. Where each new face you came across could, in an instant, bare recognition and alter your life. It was no way to live, but what choice did she have?

And here she was again. Targeted for things beyond her control. Chased by some organization hell bent on finding her and, she assumed, not lock her up but put her six feet under. If the Archivist was to be beleived. At this point, what did he gain from lying?

Others grew lively with questions, responses, admissions, and still some resisted. Or, at least, appeared to. Wasn't she tired of running? Wouldn't it be nice to stay in one space, even for a short while? But did that mean she had to agree to all of this?

The visions, if that's what they were and were not, as she feared, hallucinations fueling intense delusions, then she would and could be vital. Useful. After all if these Witch Hunters were after them, wouldn't knowing the future and the past be instrumental?

The Archivist made a point to her. Her abilities would need to grow so she could adapt. Learn from them and not suffer their consequences. Could one alter the future? Unsure. Evidence pointed to the contrary, but perhaps with aid she could. She didn't trust the man still, it would be stupid to do so, but if he could provide a semblance of understanding of her and what she has been going through, it would be worth it.

"Fine. I'm in." A breath of hesitance, of reluctance, but acceptance nonetheless. The others gradually grew there also, though flying responses reverberated through the air. Running to Canada? Destroying their cell phones? Surely a group of Witch Hunters would not be detered because they couldn't hack a cell phone tower or get past border patrol.

"Belladonna. You can call me Bella if you want. So, shall we get this training underway now or wait until they come bursting through the door?"

Camp Athens - Closed

^{#de9b8f ....|..... outfit .....|..... camp athens gate}

Chariselle stood at the entrance of the gate to what would be her home for a while and waited.

waiting......waiting......waiting......

Surely a valet or someone would be approaching by now to grab her things and show her where she would be staying? Some campground this was. Chariselle had never been camping before (unless you counted waiting outside for tickets to Sabrina Carpenter but even then she got to the front of the line using her gifts), but she was sure the children of literal gods wouldn't be 'roughing it'. She expected more of a glamping experience.

Since it seemed like she would be waiting a while she scanned her horizon. If one ever watched those Alien v. Predator movies, her 'scanning' of people was very similar to that hunter. She would meet a swath of new people, which presented new opportunities.

The first to catch her eye was a figure wrapped in an enigma, as if shadows followed their step. They carried a staff in the same vein as they carried themselves. They walked toward the buildings nearby, leading Chariselle to assume they knew where to go. Chariselle felt drawn to them in a way she could not explain, as if she were watching a piece of art that defied explanation and she needed to know more.

The next figure appeared to be someone who should be in high school at the very least. Less sure of themselves as the figure before them, but they still entered without speaking to anyone. Chariselle could hardly blame any of them for not talking, the trip itself was laborious, but she hoped some of the others would be a bit more sociable.

Chariselle took a casual step forward as her eyes locked on a girl. Her dark brown locks flowed gently behind her as she walked. Chariselle could have sworn the girl's eyes met hers, albeit briefly, but Chariselle felt a bit of warmth erupt within her. The girl was beautiful but Chariselle got the sense there was a naivete there, a shyness like she was refusing to meet anyone's gaze, but there was a bravery there also. Chariselle wanted to meet her more so, but she continued on. No one had addressed Chariselle yet and she was starting to feel ignored.

Chariselle continued looking over the others. A handsome, blond man seemed to be doing the exact same thing she was which was clocking everyone there. Then there was another figure, this gentleman had the most beautiful hair she had ever seen on a man. His face portrayed hearth and laughter, and she felt instantly drawn to him. What the hell was in the water here? Everyone was gorgeous. She was not complaining, of course. It was more appreciation than anything else. These were the children of literal gods, of course they would be hot.

So many to choose from, so little time.

Before Chariselle could pick, a voice rang out. It held some authority in it, reluctant though it may be. Like there was no one else stepping up, but still they had to take charge of the newbies. Chariselle could appreciate that. Andromeda, or Andy, made things clear as the map of the camp took form. Chariselle eyed it with curiosity and wonder. At least her initial impression was correct, this was not a typical summer camp. Chariselle eyes the options of cabins and didn't quite know which one to claim. Perhaps one closest to the beach? Or one more tucked away from prying eyes?

Chariselle then remembered she had her bags with her and did not want to have to lug them all the way inside. But no one had bothered to help her.

"Fuck me.." she bemoaned inwardly as she grabbed her bags and lugged them towards the gate. Following the guidelines she saw a few of the others take, she put her finger up to the scanner and awaited the gates. She strode forward, following a few others past the main hall when she clocked someone.

He was striking in his features. He walked with some knowledge of where he was, which meant he was not new here.

Not fresh meat, perhaps, but quality beef nonetheless.

"Oh, excuse me!" She called out to him, hoping to lure him in further. "I am so sorry to trouble you, but it seems I didn't get the memo about how much to bring and, well, decided to take home with me. I don't suppose I could trouble you to help me? Oh, and where are my manners? I'm Chariselle, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Her words were tickled with honey. She opted not to use her other natural abilities just yet. After all, there was plenty of time for that later.

For now, she just wanted to get herself situated. Especially before the party.

^{interactions ....|.... Sylas ............... mentions ....|.... Andy, Azariah, Marlen, Anissa, Heath, Elysium}

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