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@Elmyra You have to ask a mod to do it. You can just delete the text and leave it blank, and save it for your character when you post them.
Mandy Mason


Location: Car
Skills: N/A




Mandy flicked her middle finger out at the mention of the government and encampments. "Agree. Let's go somewhere rural."

She parked the car and pulled the kitten and its carrier into her lap, giving the kitten pets through the open flap as her cousin ran into his home. With her other hand, she opened her phone and sent a text to her friend, Kristian. She had done a couple of projects with him the previous semester and he seemed alright. They had been texting when things started getting weird. She hoped he was following the news still.



She then sent a message to a group chat she had with several Deaf locals. He friends. It was a quick message that surmised everything that she knew. It was normal in Deaf culture to share information when one had it. During COVID a lot of information was passed around that way. It had gotten more complicated in the years since paper newspapers went out of style to keep up to date of what was going on in the news cycle. And not every president made sure they had a certified interpreter for press conferences. One of the main ways Mandy got news was through YouTube where she followed Daily Moth news.









4:00 PM - Thursday, July 17th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France



@PatientBean@TheMaster99@KazAlkemi@Morose@Nallore@Trainerblue192@kittyluna45@KTostada




On Tuesday, July 1st, 2025, you went to check the mail. A fancy, thick envelope was among the other pieces of mail. Upon opening it, you found a letter, round-trip tickets to France, and a Visa card. If you had tested the card with the pin given, it worked.

You had been overwhelmed and stressed. Honestly, you had been in dire need of a vacation. Even if it was only for a couple of days, getting out of town had been necessary. You had taken the few days off you needed.

When you arrived at the airport, you realized the flight was private. You weren’t even flying with other people. A steward made sure you had food and drink as you desired. You could sleep or watch T.V. It had easily been the best flight of your life.

Upon landing in France, a limo waited for you. The driver, Armel, loaded your luggage into the trunk. There were a few other people in the limo with you. Some light conversation had been had before you arrived at the dock. From there, you took a small yacht from the mainland of France to an island off the coast.




Ralph




Location: Château de La Lune: Foyer
Skills: N/A





Stepping off the boat Ralph glanced at his phone. It was purely a habit. He frowned a little as he realized his signal was barely there. Hopefully, the house had wifi that he could connect to. Sure, this trip was to disconnect, but no cell or wifi for most of three days seemed unrealistic. He hadn’t even told his mom where he was going. His boss, Ralph had just told him he needed a couple of days. Not that his job required a lot of clocking in.

Another man, Wadsworth, had driven Ralph and the others from the boat up a hill and to the Chateau. It had been almost a mile from the dock to the house, though “house” had probably been an understatement. It had been crafted of old stone and seen a lot of weather. Like now, it was unseasonably cool. At least to Ralph’s California sensibilities. It was mid-July, and he was used to 100-degree weather. France was farther north than where he was from. He wondered briefly if it was just normally colder in France than in California. Being on an island probably didn’t help the chill in the air.

Ralph fought off a yawn. He had slept on the plane. There was no way he could fly that far without at least some sleep. There had also been a short layover for a refuel. He had slept through most of that. But his circadian rhythm was messed up anyway.

The building was large and a little off-putting. He had already felt uncomfortable being with strangers in the limo and boat. Something about being stuck on an island with a bunch of strangers hadn’t helped make him any less nervous.

To the East of the house had been the vineyards they had been driving through, heavy with grapes. If harvest had been anything like home, they would have been collecting around September. Ralph had known that because it had been the same season as tomatoes, and the roads between the fields and factories had become slick with juice runoff. That first rain had always been the worst for the roads.

To the West, a garden had sprawled. The entrance were several arches of carefully grown rose plants. Paths quickly disappeared into the well-tended but overgrown plants. He smelled the heavy scent of green and flowers from the steps leading to the main entrance of the Chateau.

“Please head in. Your belongings will be taken to your rooms shortly,” Wadsworth told them. He paused in removing luggage from the car and had been setting the bags on the steps. “Make yourselves comfortable,” he encouraged.

Inside the Chateau, standing in the center of a large foyer, an elegant elderly woman—Ralph guessed she was in her seventies—had smiled and greeted the group.

“Hello, I am Elenore La Lune. It is a pleasure to have you all here. You are all exciting nominees for the Vorace Award of Achievement,” she spoke clearly, though an edge of tiredness was in the back of her voice. Her accent was a thick French accent, however, she spoke English clearly enough there was no issue understanding her.

“Your room assignments are as you can see here,” she gestured to two large boards on A-frames. A photo of each of the nominees as well as their names and professions had been listed. Under that information had been a color.

“If you would like, you may head up the stairs and to the right,” she had pointed up to the second-floor balcony that had wrapped around the foyer. “There is the hall that will lead you to your rooms. Dinner will be served at 5 pm, and after that, we will have drinks in the Rec room.” As she had said “dinner,” she had lowered her hand and pointed to a door to her left; as she had said “Rec room,” she had pointed to the door on her right. The nominee’s opposites.

“See you in an hour. For now, please take your time to wipe the travel dust off yourselves.” She gave a slight bow to the gathered group and had left via doors behind her. A glimpse of the room beyond showed that it had likely been a ballroom.

One of the women, maybe thirty, her name as she had introduced herself was Renee, stepped up to the board. She had found her name and followed the column down. “Ah, I am in Plum, exciting,” she said. Renee’s accent was soft British and educated, but not the high Queen’s English. “I like Plums. Ralph, you’re in Heliotrope.” She started up the stairs, taking two at a time.

Ralph followed up the stairs and found the room. There was a hand-carved plaque on the door that told him it was Heliotrope. Had that room been picked for him because its name sounded like it was related to a plane?

Entering the room he saw that it was primarily colored in purples. Interesting, considering Plum was also a purple, as was Lavender farther down the hall. Maybe the room designers really liked purple or ran out of other colors to use.
@Tally Dor Kathy likely knows Michael, as she's very active in the community. Anyone who reads the paper has come across her name.






Location: Home <3 -> Kingston-Gray Residence (front porch)
Skills: Enhanced Reflexes (Passive)





“Now, I do not wish to keep you from your friends. I do, however, have a standing invitation from the Kingston-Grays for dinner. I expect to see you then - perhaps without a seventeen year long absence this time.”

Andy had enjoyed the rest of her tea and the conversation with her father. Her father. Her worries, while still present, took a back seat. She felt more relaxed than she had in years, even her constant fidgeting had slowed down some. They had plans, she’d come home for the holidays. They had exchanged numbers.

Andy didn’t mention what Selene had said to her when she handed her over to Max. Didn’t want to dwell on it, because really how was the curse any different than what her life had been. She would be worried it would all fall apart even if Selene hadn’t done that.

”Thank you. I’ll be there.” She hugged him and headed over to the Kingston-Gray household. Her bag was still sitting where she left it. Andy picked it up.

She looked at the house, uncertain which side of the building she was supposed to go into. Eventually she just picked the one closer to Magneto’s house. Andy knocked on the door. Uncertain if she should just come in or what.

A brass door knocker that looked like a chubby gargoyle began to come to life. Its nose twitching as its mouth began to scrunch before a loud yawn was let out. It smacked its lips, eyes looking around until they looked down and saw Andy standing there. A rough gruff coming out before a deep voice began to speak. “Who is it that stands before me? So that I may announce thee?”

”Andy,” she said, sounding a bit confused. She had not expected the door knocker to talk.

“Andy. Andy?! Andy! Andy who? How am I to announce you child, if you I know not if you try to beguile? If it is entry that you seek, then your full name you must speak?” The Brass knocker said with a bit of sass.

Andy blinked. This was weird. Even for Max this was weird. ”Fine, my name is Andy Drummond Gallio-Lensherr. Happy? Most people just hear the door being knocked on and come and answer it.” She looked around trying to see if there was a doorbell instead.

The knockers mouth scrunched once again, pensive as it stared at the young girl before him. “Andy Lensherr? The girl who time lost. Through this threshold you may cross. But know first you need a key, for which I give to you with glee.” The knockers mouth closed once more, movement happening within its mouth before it spat out a skeleton key at her.

”Uh, thanks.” Andy looked at the key that the door knocker had given her. She wanted to ask why she had been given a key, but the door knocker seemed to have gone back to sleep. Was she supposed to use it to unlock the door? Was it hers to keep, or was it just for the next few days?
@PatientBean Oh, you know, trying to fill the void of time that school had taken over. You?
@Doughboy@Blubaron45
My characters dad is a retired cop so unless you're rookies we might know each other.
I debated having him be the old sheriff (that can still be true if everyone is chill with it).
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