PatientBean

The Season of the Enlightened

@enmuni

Very nice sheet. I like the layout and the little easter egg you put in there. Blizz and I approve!

Camp Athens - Closed

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

Chariselle felt the heat of the blond man's words, the irritation behind them. "If it was so wrong, why are you getting so upset?" It wasn't like she outright accused him. She had tried to make it playful enough as to not upset the other person there, but if she was about to get into an argument with him she was damn sure going to ensure she had plenty of venom laced into her words.

But much to her chagrin, the other man had essentially started acting like she wasn't even there. "All right, if that's how you want to play it." Chariselle put on a warm smile as she looked at Anatoliy. The guy was almost the pictue of innocence. Chariselle fought off the urge to essentially destroy the blond guy with them, Heath as he introduced himself. "Perfect name for a tool," Chariselle thought to herself.

"Ana it is then. It is nice to meet you sweetie. My name is Chariselle, but you can call me Char. I am glad you got your guitar back. It is a real beauty. How long have you played?" Chariselle moved herself out of the way closer to Anatoliy and away from Heath, blocking him out of her conversation. "I haven't played a musical instrument since early middle school and then it was those godforsaken recorders and constantly playing Hot Cross Buns, much to everyone's annoyance. Though I would love to learn. Are you coming back to the party? We can walk there together, if you want. I worked up an appetite and I saw some tasty snack options." She was heading back anyway and it might be nice to have decent company with her. Heath could trail behind them or fall into a ditch for all she cared.

Her mind also drifted to Azariah, wondering if they were making it back to the party. Chariselle could stand to meet a few more people. If she was going to be here long, she figured at least make nice with some of them.

^{interactions ....|.... Anatoliy, Heath ............... mentions ....|.... Azariah}

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Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Cocktail Lounge -> Outside Bedroom Hallway -> Miguel's Room
Skills: N/A

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With the dispersal of everyone Millicent decided it might be best to retire also. She had consumed a fair amount of alcohol and her mind was swimming a bit. She enjoyed the conversations she had though, it was quite the eclectic bunch of people gathered here.

She set her glass down and proceeded to make her way out of the room. She waved to some of the others like Ralph and Sam (those two were annoyingly adorable for each other) but before she could make it up the stairs she nearly ran into someone else.

She glanced up, annoyance on her brow before she settled when she saw it was Miguel. He had been gone a decent portion of the evening; though Millicent wanted to pester him about it she felt it was unwarranted at this stage.

”Oh, Miguel. Nice to see you. Are you all right?”

Miguel practically jumped as he ran into someone, breaking out into a cold sweat. It was almost like lying about having indigestion had cursed him with actual indigestion. Or maybe that was just the nerves getting into him, making him think he was on the verge of shitting himself, when that wasn’t the case at all. Either way, he felt his stomach growl as he struggled to remember the name of the person in front of him. He’d barely interacted with any of the other nominees. “Oh hey… you! I’m doing so great! What about you…fam?”

Millicent stared at him as he stumbled through his sentence. ”You forgot my name, didn’t you?” She’d have been more insulted if they didn’t have the barest of interactions from before, and he disappeared during dinner. ”Millicent. Again.”

Now she was irritated and a bit tipsy and that was not a good combination. ”What have you been up to then? Looking around where you shouldn’t be?”

Miguel blew air through his lips. “No way! That was just a test to see if you remembered,” he paused, hearing the words come out of his mouth as this quickly spiraled into the most awkward interaction he’d ever had. ““And if looking in horror at what I just did to the toilet in my room counts as looking around where I shouldn’t be, then I’m guilty as fuck. If this place wasn’t haunted before, it’s definitely haunted now.”

Millicent eyed him. Something was off. It could be related to….his bathroom problems, but Millicent doubted that. He was lying. She couldn’t quite prove it, though. ”Come off it, Miguel, I know that’s not true. I’m not faulting you if you were going around looking at things. Lord knows I want to scour this place from top to bottom if for no other reason than to figure this family out. So let’s drop the pretenses that we are both doing something totally innocent. You missed out on a lot at dinner and I can fill you in if you haven’t heard, but this family is tense.”

He stared at her for a moment. “In here, now,” he said, before opening the door to his room and rushing inside, slamming it shut behind Millicent if she chose to engage. “Can I trust you? No cap?” She didn’t seem outwardly evil. “Because someone here is fucking with me - someone put this in my room!” Out of his pocket, he produced a photo of a grave, with a single sentence written on it in neat penmanship - asking how an offrenda works.

Millicent followed him inside quickly, realizing she may have just entered the room of someone who wanted to do her harm, when he pulled out a photo and showed her, asking if he could trust her. She looked at the photo, unsure what it truly meant, but recognized it meant a great deal to Miguel if it had him worried.

”I mean it would be weird for me to say no you can’t at this juncture, but yes. Because, truthfully, I am being blackmailed too.” She didn’t have the newspaper clipping with her, but still. ”Someone clipped out part of a newspaper and left it in my room with a message.”

It felt good to get it out since she had been holding it in for a while. ”Okay so someone here is fucking with us. I tried to get a feel for the people we were eating with. There’s a few that are off, but I am not sure if they are behind this. And we can’t rule out the family; they knew who we were before we even came here.”

“Oh, I have a man on the inside - that kid, Jeanne. We’ve been DMing since I got the invite to come here. She’s a fan,” he explained nonchalantly. Trust with him was very all or nothing - with the exception of one thing, of course. But he had decided Millicent wasn’t behind all of this, and finding out she was being blackmailed too… He had to wonder what for - if she had done anything like he had… or if she was just being blackmailed for being a hack. “But that older lady? Eleanor? I’m almost positive it’s her. I can’t prove it, but the handwriting is so neat and old white ladies love to show off like that.” He paused for a moment, before starting to pace. “I haven’t talked to really any of the other nominees - talked to Sam a bit at dinner, but I think he was mostly interested in my meat - in my food.”

Millicent nearly grabbed Miguel’s arm at the mention of Eleanor but she controlled herself. ”Yes! I mean I didn’t think it was her right away for your reason but I do not trust her. She had a weird vibe to her at dinner, especially to the two people who asked for steak sauce, oddly enough.” That still struck her as odd.

”Yeah, I bet Sam is interested in your meat. Seems he is with Ralph also.” Millicent didn’t fully trust either of them, but they weren’t at the top of her distrust list. ”I talked to a few. The Drag Queen seems on the level, but I do not know if I trust the preschool teacher. Something’s off about her. Or the doctor. We had a conversation and I couldn’t get a read on him.”

Miguel flinched as Millicent said that Sam was interested in his meat - and he knew that she didn’t mean food. “Well, unfortunately for him I am very very very straight - as straight as they come, really - not that there’s anything wrong with being gay or anything, it’s just not me. Nope, I, Miguel de la Cruz, have no interest in men. I’m just a bro.”

He then paused. “Doctors have shit handwriting, so it’s not him. Hmm. It has to be someone in the family, yeah? No one else knew both of us were coming - hard to blackmail people unless you’re prepared for it.”

Millicent ignored the question of sexuality, that was Miguel’s journey, but focused on the topic. ”Definitely. The family all had a choice in nominating us, though Eleanor had the final say. If we are here based on someone’s nomination it stands to reason they know of us and our history potentially, but Eleanor is the one who approves a nomination or not. They’re all sketchy.”

Miguel gasped. A horrible thought occurred to him. “Do you think everyone who came here is being blackmailed? Not just us? And if that’s true… is that the point of this? Is this entire award ceremony pretense some bullshit to get us here?”

”Oh, 100% everyone here is being blackmailed. I highly doubt it is just us two. See, I knew it was weird that a bunch of random people were called here to win a huge sum of money from these random jobs we have. I told them and they said I was weird.” Millicent felt justified.

”Oh, it’s incredibly weird - like full disclosure, I’m not here for the money. I’m here because a video on the truth behind this place will get me set for life,” he admittedly easily. ”Like beyond the ghost hunting shit - this award is cursed. Not everyone who wins the award is heard from again. To be honest, I assumed that they were going to try to hunt us for sport.” Of course, the award being cursed was by far the craziest rumor he’d heard about this - he’d heard one rumor about another nominee that was actually insane. ”Maybe we should get them, before they can get us.”

Millicent felt her energy run high. Miguel was having that effect on her. ”So you looked into this award? I mean these people do seem like the type of have people run around on an island while they pick them off. I told Sam and Ralph I fully expect someone to be killed. Not sure I want to be the one to do that, but if I find out they have like….a murder basement? Then sure.”

”Yeah, of course I - wait… wait wait wait. Millicent. Bestie. The world’s greatest magician. Are you telling me you didn’t even google this place? This award? You just… accepted a weird ass invitation and showed up??” he asked, completely incredulous. He assumed everyone would have looked into this place - that no one would show up completely blind. Well, maybe Sam would have. He wasn’t the world’s greatest ghost hunter, not like Miguel

Millicent held her hands up. ”In my defense, it was more so the offer of a free vacation. I didn’t much care for the award. And I know some information on the family. But apart from that, no, I didn’t do much investigation because I assumed, wrongly so it appears, that this would just be a peaceful trip, drink some wine and enjoy some food, maybe win money but even if I didn’t it was a break away from…everything.” Millicent trusted Miguel, but would not go into further detail. At least not yet.

”I’m willing to admit it was probably a mistake, but one I can help correct. I don’t trust any of the family and can help look into them if need be. I’m pretty good at reading people. Part of the perks of the job.”

”You’d die first in a horror movie. Except you’re white and a girl, so you might make it further than you really should,” he said, shaking his head. ”We’re going to work on your survival instincts. But maybe - maybe we start off by getting some more numbers. See what other people know. Like Clue, except we’re peaking at cards with consent.” There was no way that could backfire.

”Whom do you trust out of everyone else then? Sam seems fine, but it could be a front. I guess out of everyone him and Ralph seem the most trustworthy. Everyone else I coudn’t get much of a vibe check on. All right, if we are going through with that I suggest we rope Sam and Ralph into our Scooby Gang.” Millicent ignored the insinuation she would be killed in a horror movie. She knew the tropes, she just didn’t expect this to be a horror-movie-scenario.

”Bet, I call dibs on Shaggy then. Who do you wanna be - Velma? She’s kinda nerdy.” He figured all magicians were nerds. And if Millicent trusted those two… well, Miguel hadn’t really talked to anyone here, and maybe this time, he could trust Sam to not fake evidence.

”Sure, I can be Velma by process of elimination because Ralph is clearly a Frend and Sam is obviously Daphne. She solved basically every mystery anyway. Ok, we have a plan. Are we grabbing them now or waiting until tomorrow?”

”Now. I can show you all what I found in the basement - and get some more shots for my video while we’re at it.”

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: The Kingston-Gray Household
Skills: Perception
Powers: Memory Manipulation

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Sabine enjoyed the family dynamic at play here. The Kingston-Gray's truly felt like a family that supported and loved one another despite anything else. She tried picturing her own family sitting down, being cute with each other, and nothing stuck. Not even when her mother was alive were there memories liek this. But even then those memories were faded gray. Sabine remembered her mother's face every day, or as often as she could, worried that one day it would be some faceless entity inhabiting her thoughts. And then what? She would be stuck with a father who wanted nothing to do with her and a stepmother who wanted even less than that.

Sabine refocused as she felt her phone vibrate. She took it out to see April spamming responses. Part of her wanted to leave it there or let Leah respond (it was her father after all), but something prompted her to speak up. Maybe this could help bridge the gap between the two of them.

@April and @Leah

"Nothing's your fault April. Turns out it was some elaborate attempt to get into Leah's head. We don't know who it is yet, but we know how to find out."

Sabine left it there to allow Leah the chance to invite April along if she wanted. Sabine glanced over to April, but her attention was back to the fathers who were getting ready for the seance. And milkshakes apparently.

Sabine stood up with the others and felt a warmth take hold of her as Danni laced his fingers within hers and pulled her along. Despite her continued nervousness being in the home, she felt the spark of hope, even a little bit. Danni would ensure she's fine. Sabine spared a look over to Leah, who appeared to be staying behind to help with milkshake preparation. She figured Leah wouldn't be up for a seance, but part of her hoped Leah would start interacting more with everyone else, even a bit. Especially now that there was a looming threat that tried to hurt her.

In the room, she sat next to Danni and watched everyone else join them. She had never been a part of something like this before. She knew spirits exhisted, ghosts and whatnot, but she didn't know if speaking to one was ever a good thing. Wasn't there that idea that spirits had unfinished business they needed to complete before passing on? Maybe talking to them did help?

As Casper explained what would happen, Sabine tensed up a bit. She tried to relax her shoulders but with everything going on she was feeling all sorts of off. Ser Nemo's death was almost the catalyst to it, though she knew there were many things that were impacting her. She took a deep breath, sure to not be too obvious in her worry, as Casper finished and prepared to seek out Ser Nemo.

A breeze filled the room as things around them shifted. Not to much obvious, but the energy, the vibes, were moved. There were no ghosts though. Sabine wasn't sure if this was part of it, but as she dared to look around at the others she caut Casper's worried look. It probably wasn't a good thing that the ghost whisperer looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

He was staring at James though. What was happening? Sabine really focused on him and felt he was...concerned? Looking at James it was almost as if he was saying 'I didn't do this. I didn't break this.'. but what? Did something happen? Did Casper do something against James?

The others around started to get concerned now too. April speaking up and Danni pointing out the obvious, that Casper never had trouble before. Sabine felt the pressure in her chest again. "No...not now. I can do something. I can help. I have to."

Despite it being one of the worst things she could do, Sabine focused on Casper. Really focused on him and, in a blink, entered his mind.

And everything went dark.

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Sabine opened her eyes as she laid on the ground. It took her a second to realize the ground didn't feel like it was some nice floor in someone's lovely home, but rather something dingy and dank. Sabine's vision was blurred a bit, but she sat up and it returned in focus. She shook her head a bit and looked around. She wans't in Kansas anymore. Or perhaps she was since she was in some alleyway. Last she checked she didn't develop teleportation powers so she had to be inside Casper's mind. In a memory. She wanted to see what he was so freaked out about, so perhaps this would enlighten her more. She stood up and spun around to get a better sense.

As she did her peripheral vision picked up on something. It wasn't out of the ordinary that an alleyway in some random place in the world would have debris around but something about it was wrong. So she focused on it and it became clearer as she neared. Curves forming, shapes taking hold, and a familiar face, albeit younger, finally took hold.

Casper. On the ground.

But it wasn't Casper in the state she knew him in. This was a Casper that was...wrong. Something about this struck her as wrong. She got nearer. "Casper? Wake up." She tried shaking him but felt no physical form. She tried again for the hell of it, that ember of fear forming in the pit of her stomach. "Casper? Please wake up now. Show me what has you so scared. I can help I promise!"

She looked over his body. He appeared still. Unnaturally still. Like his body had given up a fight. She focused more and saw marks along his skin. Sabine knew what those were, granted it was from other media and the silly programs school always tried to shove down their throats.

Casper had used drugs. And by the looks of it, he had overdosed.

Sabine stood up, nearly falling back. This wasn't right. This wasn't what she was supposed to see. No this was private, something Casper had experienced and, more than likely, kept close to his chest with people he trusted, which was surely not her. So Sabine took a minute and shot out of this memory.

Or....

Rather.....

She tried.

Sabine looked around at the same foggy edges of the memory. The same alleyway. The same scene. Casper.

No, she had to leave. So she popped out.

Again...nothing.

Just silence and a hazy memory to keep her comfort.

Sabine felt the well of the fire in her gut grow more. She had never had this happen before. No she couldn't be here. She needed to go. She HAD to get out! She tried again. And again. And again, each attempt more in vain than the last. She felt the pressure again, felt her own mind shift, felt her hand grab her wrist.

She was stuck. She was alone. And no one out there would know.

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Sabine remained seated, appearing like she was just looking at Casper. But to those who knew, Sabine's eyes were white. Soon, after a bit of time, Sabine's body moved a bit, like she was attempting to stand up, pushing herself forward a touch. Her hands were still holding on to the others unless they let go, but she wouldn't know. Isntead her body slipped a bit more. And then a bit more.

Until her body lurched forward, falling to the ground in front of her. Unmoving.

The Season of the Enlightened

The IC is live!

You have two weeks from today to get your post up.

To start things off, it is going to be more sandbox. Feel free to play around and see where your characters are and what they are doing. Eventually, there will be structured events happening.

As a reminder, if you need a roll for your character to do something, please ask me or Blizz in the Discord chat, and we will roll for you and tell you the results. You can do so publicly or privately. If you are unsure if what you want to do requires a roll, please ask!

Sheets can still be submitted if you are making a second character or if you were in the process before the IC went live. Do not feel like you need to get them up now. You will have a place as we progress.

Thank you all again for being a part of this. I am so excited to see what happens!

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@eugalB Absolutely adore him! Good powerset, good secrets. And our first circus person!

Blizz and I agree he is approved!

Camp Athens - Closed

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

That's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation.

Chariselle's mind warped around to that iconic line as she laid there after rolling around with Azariah. Truth be told, it was fantastic sex. Chariselle expected the children of gods to be good, possibly the best. It was easily in the top 10.

And now the awkward part. How does one leave a party, go absolutely fucking wild with someone who can shift and alter themselves while she can intesify the feelings, and then get up to put her clothes on without having the whole 'what are we' discussion? She was sure Azariah wasn't one for labels being that they themselves were hard to label, but Chariselle also didn't want to stick around and find out. She also didn't want to burn a bridge, especially a potential fortuitous one.

Chariselle took a quick, hot shower and looked at herself in the mirror. A deep, low feeling settled in her gut that was qickly replaced as she re-applied her make-up and fixed her hair before she returned to her room.

"That was great babes. I'll see you back at the party." She bent down to give Azariah a kiss before Chariselle put her dress and her shoes as she left. She stopped outside of her door, chuckling lightly as she realized this was the first time in a long while she was doing a "walk of shame" after leaving her own home. Still, she felt no shame in this. They were adults, two sexually active, intense and amazing adults. Chariselle's mind wandered back to the others at the bean bag toss. What were they thinking? Her mind wandered at the possibilities. Did they hate her? Were they jealous? Did they not even care? It was hard to say.

Despite it, however, Chariselle felt a small high. She had been here less than a day and had met a few people she could see herself getting on with. Azariah was mysterious and she wanted to dip into that well again. Sylas was also interesting, perhaps not so much in a sexual way but she could see the two of them having some fun.

Chariselle could hear some voices as she neared the party. She wondered what to do now. Surely she would not be welcomed back openly at the bean bag toss and she wasn't in the food for a snowball fight. Maybe some food? More drinks? Find someone to dance with or secure who she would kiss once the clock striked midnight? All potentials, all within her means.

As she neared she hard a voice above the others. That’s my guitar you have. Can I have it back? Chariselle's gaze went over to where the voice was. She clocked a relatively young looking man who was raising his arm and walking quickly towards another man, this one with blond hair and holding a guitar, probably the one being asked for. She recognized the blond man from before when she was first arriving. Handsome, to be sure.

Chariselle was interested to see how this played out so she walked over, careful not to look like she wanted to join in the fray. Still, stealing one's belongings in broad nightlight was bold. Chariselle wasn't above picking up some odds and ends when she needed it and she wasn't about to judge someone else, but a guitar was a choice.

"Stealing someone's guitar? A bold move. But you were caught so time to return the goods." A wicked smile played on her lips. She looked over to the one asking for his guitar back. "You good precious? I am sure the bad man will return what is yours or he will have me to deal with. And despite appearances, I can handle myself." She looked back at the blond man, almost daring him to refuse.

^{interactions ....|.... Anatoliy, Heath, Azariah ............... mentions ....|.... Sylas}

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The Season of the Enlightened

@TimelessParagon

He is approved! Move him on over

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@SilverPaw Oooh this one is gonna be trouble, I can tell. Love their powers, like their history. Good blend of strengths and weaknesses and I am curious to see how they play out.

Blizz and I agree and they are approved!

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@TimelessParagon Loving this gent. I believe he is going to be a lot of fun to have here.

Some notes: I would appreciate if you can have a month and day for his birthdate. Also, for his skills, sculpting and painting would be two different ones and the most skills you can have is 4 at this venture. You will learn and gain new skills as you go on. Please limit it to four of your choice.

Other than that, me and Blizz like him. So please let me know when you make the changes and then, if all else is good, he will be approved!