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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Queen's Residence, Eldan, Hayll

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She was placing some necessary, womanly items into a bag (hairbrush, soap, perfume) when there came a knock at her door. She paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Come in," she called lightly. A young maid entered all nervous and unsure. Fatima gave her one of her famous, charming smiles. "What can I do for you?" she asked softly, turning away from the bags to watch the girl carefully. She mentioned potentially knowing a person. A person who what? In what way could this person be helpful?

Finally, the girl got the nerve to speak up on her thoughts about her Queen leaving her land. It was as if an arrow had struck her directly in the heart. The Queen absently smoothed the skirts of her dress as she moved toward the windows at the other end of her room. She was quiet for a long moment, looking out over her little town. It wasn't much but it was hers and she loved it so dearly. She had never thought she would feel such a connection for a single area of land. In her younger years, she had always assumed she would just travel the world. That her mother would live forever.

"I'll tell you a secret," she said as she approached the young maid. She took the girl's hands into her own and sat down upon the bed. She invited Illyria to do the same. "I would very much like to stay and help here. So, tell me little one. Who is it that you know and in what way might they help me?" She paused, considering her verbiage. "Help us."

TAP - A Romantic Vacation [High-Casual]

Location: Table at the Ballroom at the Plaza

Interactions:EVERYONE

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There came the warmth of a hand at her back as he clutched the chair's back and leaned slightly over her. His shadow fell over her face as she looked up at the man she had only ever seen on screen. For a moment she was stunned. Noemi had never considered herself to be the sort to become star struck, but it felt as if her lips had become numb and her tongue jelly. For a long moment, she just peered up at the man as if a deer in the headlights. Slowly a smile formed over her mouth and brightened her eyes as her usual jovial demeanor took over.

"I know who you are," she said politely, though there was a slight shiver of fan excitement in her voice. She hated herself for it. He was sure to have heard that shiver a hundred times over and hoped it would not cause him to dismiss her as some sort of airhead. Well, that wasn't to say she wasn't a bit of an airhead. But she was a clever and learned girl, there was just a certain something about meeting a person in real life you would never expect to meet but had seen multiple times regardless. Fame proceeded him but that was not her main interest. Just a slight hurdle she had to overcome. Like when you opened the contents of someone's stomach.

"Noemi Wayward, such a great pleasure to meet you." Her shimmering smile became more natural and less forced as the moments ticked on. She had to remind herself that this wasn't Jerry Peters. It was Lee. She breathed in deeply as she turned her attention to the people beside her. "I think sitting together would be easiest if there was a general rearrangement," she stated most matter-of-factly. Noemi leaned a bit forward and said, over the conversations of multiple other tables, "All in favor of shifting our spots so that we can converse with our new found partners, just get up and play a game of musical chairs! Grab your name tag, probably easier for the servers!" Her light, feminine voice carried well over the others and she moved to stand.

There was an awkward moment where Noemi stood and her small frame was trapped under the unsuspecting actor. She was tiny and so even standing she did not come up far enough to cause damage. It did cause her to be close enough for him to smell the sandalwood perfume in her hair. She tilted her face up, finding herself inches from Lee. At first, she flushed, embarrassed and then a mischevious grin took hold over her features as she pecked his cheek with a chaste kiss. Noemi ducked out from beneath him, grabbed her name card, and moved toward where he had been sitting.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: Wizard's Way - Trader's Stall
Skills: N/A

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Something blue sparkled at the corner of her eye. She lowered the labradorite and turned her head to find an odd trail of lapis weaving its way through the crowd. She furrowed her brow and set the stone that had once entranced her down. There was a new mystery to distract her. Mona did not look back at the seller as she approached the nearest of the stones. She bent down and lifted it up, holding it in the palm of her hand. Her curiosity caused her to probe the odd stone.

Something like nausea formed within her belly. She felt as if she were riding the winds, up and down and over. Her head spun for a moment and she wobbled but caught herself before she fell. Mona leaned heavily against a nearby fence and looked down at the little stone. It was not from here and now. It was from far away and another time. How strange. She began to follow the trail of stones, picking them up and pocketing them as she moved through the people. Her path took her away from #13.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Queen's Residence, Eldan, Hayll

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Just as she suspected there might be, the Court had much doubt. She did not blame them. When was the last time any of the lands, including her own, and provided a bountiful harvest? It was extremely frustrating as a Queen to see her people and her lands in such a state. While she loved her mother, she also cursed her irresponsibility. Fatima rubbed a hand over her tired brow. "Of course. All people are welcome here and we shall do our best to protect and nourish them." It was a whispered statement, one that hinted at the knowledge that too many could mean their downfall. But Fatima could not bear to see the look on a battered and starving child's face if there was something she could do to help them.

"I know my lands are not ideal. It will take much work." She laid her hands on her lap and grasped them tightly together. Her knuckles turned white and her nails bit into the backs of her palms. "I will use what money I have and will dress the beggar to work in the fields myself if it means that my people should survive one more day." The tone was bitter and defeated. "It would not be the first time I have bled for the lands or gone hungry." She wondered sometimes if they forgot that she had also been through similar hardships when she had run away for those fifty years. There were whip marks on her own back, and scars on her hands from having never used farm equipment before. She had shared in the tears of both the Blood and the landen. Then, how could they forget? She was sure she had worried them during that time.

She lifted tired eyes in shock when Jassen mentioned the tangled web. Her entire body stiffened and she felt the cool caution that filled the room. Yes. The tangled web. She had heard rumors of witches who could weave and read it. Something so terrifying could be of extreme use to them now. And she had an idea of someone she might speak to in order to get close to such a woman.

Fatima rose from her seat and approached the drunk. A slender hand touched his cheek and lifted his face so she could look into his bloodshot eyes. "Jassen, my darling," she murmured, her face a concerned frown. "I beg that you never speak those words in the open again." She stroked the cheek gently before moving toward her original place at the front of the room.

"I think, perhaps I should travel at least once more." She folded bleeding hands in front of her as she looked upon her court with an expression she hoped was queenly certainty. "Just once more. Durik, you are in charge of choosing one to accompany me on this trip. I hope it should take no more than a couple of weeks. You and Garren will be in charge of implementing some of the things we have discussed. I have complete faith that you will know what information will be useful. You also have my leave to use what is necessary from my coffers to ensure this can be done properly. I leave you all, much more knowledgeable on these things, to continue this discussion. I will make preparations for my journey." She inclined her head slightly and then swept from the room before they could tell her such a trip was ill-advised.

This she knew. But not going on this trip would be worse. As much as Fatima loved to travel, she promised herself it would be the last time she would leave her land until she got it operating in all of the ways she saw fit. It was not as if she would need much for it. Perhaps a handful of coin, her old, tattered clothes, and her tent for sleeping out under the stars. She was practiced in staying under the radar. Fatima would do anything for her people.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Outside of the Mansion ==> Operating Theatre

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With a shrug, Bobbi walked over and easily scooped the taller girl into her arms. It looked awkward, all of those limbs and the tiny biker holding her up as if she weighed no more than a bag of potatoes. She followed everyone down to the place where the stuff was about to happen. She admired the undamaged parts of the mansion. And then all the techy bits she was introduced to. Quite impressive really. She was directed to lay Bethany down on one of the beds and she did so as carefully as she could. Which was to say, a difficult act as the bed came to her mid waist.

The young woman then popped herself up onto some table at the edge of the room. She let her legs swing freely and managed to find a sucker in her pocket which she put into her mouth. She watched the scene before her unfold with someone mild curiosity. There was a big blue hairy guy, that was pretty killer. A bunch of kids in beds all sorts of beat up. And then a pair are snuggled up. Bobbi made a face. "Oi, if I hope this doesn't become one of those things where I constantly end up walking in on teenagers dry humping. Had enough of that in hostels," she grumbled, rolling the lollipop stick in her fingers before popping it back into her mouth.

Then came the mention of blood. Uninjured person blood. The small woman looked around at everyone. Most people seemed pretty dang wounded. And finally, she came to realize she was one of the few. She hopped down from the desk and quipped, "Well don't everyone shout all at once. Geeze. I gots blood and plenty of it. But if any of these kiddos become addicted to cigarettes it ain't my fault." She pointed her sucker at Big and Blue.

Charity Beach: Paradise Gone [Semi-Sandbox/Superhuman]

Oh, so that's what the dildo was for.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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_{Location: Home ===> Grocery Store
Interactions: Texting with Georgia and Aaliyah
Color: E0633C}

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The first person to get back to her was Georgie. What a good kid. The young woman quickly tapped back that she would likely start movies up around 4:00 pm but she was welcome to come earlier if she should like. The second was Aaliyah. In response, Bea tapped back something about B-horror movies or some such. They could all decide when everyone got there what shitty films they wanted to see. Bea thought about whether or not to attempt to make something or order pizza. When in doubt, pizza it was. Bea was no cook and she did not pretend to be. Rather than potentially burn down the kitchen she would just get together some snacks.

It would mostly be about talking. That was what girls did right? And boy did Bea have a lot of feelings she needed to get off of her chest. Not she knew how to express them or where to start. But hopefully, someone would know what was going on. Poor thing thought she was dying. She ruffled her hands through her curls as she spent some time with her morning exercise of dance as well as a brief practice of the cheer routine they had just been introduced to. She then spent some time painting. She barely noticed the smudges on her face and hands as she delved deeply into her work. A human form, bent backward in a graceful pose as an explosion ripped from her chest. The explosion was all bright oranges and color. The rest of the painting was muted - simple blues and greys.

After a good, cathartic painting session Bea got dressed in a pair of shorts and a simple tank before heading to the local grocery. There she picked up essential snacks, sodas, and juice. Whatever it was kids these days ate. At least, she tried her best to guess. For the most part, she tended to do alright. She generally didn't eat these sorts of foods. There was always that odd snack out though. She went through the check out line, bland-faced and ready to be back home.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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_{Location: The Mall ----> The Beach
Interactions: None
Color: 98AC90}

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He decided he had spent far too much time attempting to mull this whole thing over and instead walked toward the food court. The smell of food was making his stomach turn slightly but he needed something. He stopped at an Orange Julius and got himself a smoothie. Just as he was about to head back into the mall with his fruity drink, he noticed Sonny and Mari sitting at a table together. He paused and wondered just what could be going on. Again he started over thinking and as he was about to make a decision to leave he found himself seated behind a garbage can not too far off. He could hear snippets of their conversation, especially when Mari shouted. It seemed like the King's infamous loco duo were making up. He supposed that was good. Not long later they cleared out, leaving Guy to consider just how boring he was.

What sort of person sat around listening to other's conversations? He was at the mall, without anyone. He sighed and decided that perhaps it was better to just go home. He exited the mall and got into his slightly rusted four-door sedan. It wasn't new, like all the Crown Heights kids and made him feel self-conscious whenever he had to park it next to someone's Mustang or Bugatti. He continued to sip his drink as he started the drive home. However, the ocean caught his eye and he thought that perhaps some time by the sea and sand could be nice. A few turns later he had parked his car and sat at the end of a boardwalk, just watched the waves come in and then roll back out. Looking down the shoreline he noticed a girl, ankle deep in the waves.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

It had been nearly a year since her mother had passed and she had come to take control of the woman's Court. She missed the woman, though she had not spent much time with her. Queen Eilyne had been more like a friend than a mother to her. She was a rather crass person, swearing like a soldier and often making sexual remarks. She found it funny growing up. Now she realized it was likely the reason her mother had never advanced in Court. Almost a year. It still didn't seem quite real. It sometimes felt Fatima had merely gone on a trip again and when she returned her mother would pull her into a bear hug.

She brushed the last of the dark, wavy strands of her silky hair up into the intricate bun at the back of her head. The final pin in place, she observed herself in the mirror. The dress she wore had been out of fashion for at least two decades. The vibrant moss green color had not yet faded thanks to the masterful dye work of her people. The dress fit well and showed her assets spectacularly. What was it her mother used to say? 'Childbearing hips and village feeder tits.' Fatima pressed a hand over her mouth in an attempt to suppress the gale of giggles that threatened to spill out, nearly turning to tears. It would be her first day out of mourning black.

Once calmed, she took a deep breath and touched the dark circles under her eyes. She hoped the Court wouldn't notice. She had stayed up well into the morning hours in order to prepare all of her research for this meeting. There was not much she could do, so Fatima swept from the room and moved down the halls of her warm, lavishly decorated home. She settled into her chair at the table as the Court filled empty seats and discussions about their situation began.

It sounded worse than she had first thought. A frown touched the corners of her lips as she listened to each of her people speak in turn. She then felt the bristliness from Beneth and sighed. She would have to put out this fire. There was always a fire to put out it seemed. The Queen stood from her place and moved around the table until she reached Beneth. The tiny woman slid her hands over his shoulders before placing herself comfortably in his lap. Leaning forward, Fatima touched her forehead to his. "Prince," she purred softly, "All things in due time. For now, let us concentrate on fixing my lands and ensuring that my village thrives. Once we are able to take care of them, then we may consider expanding." She leaned back, an understanding smile lighting up her face.

She turned back toward the Court, not removing herself from her place on her previously snarly Master of the Guard. "I think the new mines may be a good idea, though we might need more hands in order to build and work them. There has not been much of an influx in the population, from my understanding. My greatest concern is that my people should be fed and so too the sheep." Using craft she called in a stack of books she had been looking through to gather insight. "I have found some crops which can help renew overused soils here and... here." She pulled two books from the stack. "There is also some information in these books pertaining to foodstuffs that we can grow for our people and the sheep. For example, beans. Can be dried and stored through the winter and the sheep can eat the roughage. One of the sorts of plants to help our farms flourish again. In this book, I found some information on composting, which will be very helpful." She called in a stack of papers next. "These are notes with more specifics that I gathered from my journals I kept as I traveled. They have insight from people I have encountered."

Next, she called in another stack of books. "These discuss the preserving of more perishable food items so that they may be stored and eaten in the winter months. I am sure many of our very clever ladies know what they are doing, but it would be a nice guide for those needing help to be more precise in their preservation. Also, some information to help increase our honey production. Clover, good for bees and sheep. Also an earth rejuvenator." It was now she removed herself from Berneth and walked around the table toward Durik. As she moved she said, "I am not sure how practical all of this information could be for our needs. But I would dearly love all of your input as to how to implement this. And keep my name out of it, of course." She took an empty spot beside Durik, his mound of papers nearly obscuring her face.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Outside of the Mansion

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Just as quickly as it had all started, things had come to an end. The woman tensed when Jean approached, ready to knock her block off, but things seemed to have cooled off and so too did she. The hammer dissipated and Bobbi straightened. She pulled a pack of cigarette from her pocket and lit one, stepping away from the group a bit. She inhaled, realizing just how shaky her hand had become. "Shit, I just got here you know? What a welcome wagon, I gotta say," she said dryly. There was a smile on her lips though and she was curious to figure out what in the world could have happened to cause all of this ruckus.

"I guess I could carry a few of 'em over my shoulders. No idea where medical is though." She blew smoke out into the night sky and watched it a moment before dropping the butt onto the grass and stamping it out. She linked her fingers, stretched her arms up and back in preparation for hauling about the beaten bodies of the x-men. "Gotta say, you X-men sure know how to throw a party." She glanced behind at the broken window before allowing herself to be directed as to who she was supposed to carry and where she was supposed to go.