PatientBean

The Sunday Group

@Fetzen Go for it!

The Sunday Group

Primrose drove as Fynn worked on his computer. It gave her some time to think and plan the next steps. They were entering unknown territory. Primrose had been to a number of clubs before, but never this one. And she assumed Fynn had never stepped foot in one at all. Primrose had to admit she would have rather had Mal or Jaelle as back-up in there, but she also knew Fynn wasn't a pushover. "No accounting for taste, it seems." If music was all that bothered Fynn about this, then maybe she was in good hands.

"From my own experience, members-only access in these clubs results in one of two things. Either it is an exclusive only perk such as bottle service, private rooms, and privacy or there are some....colorful activities that happen behind closed doors. I'll let your imagination come up with what those might be, but suffice to say I think we are leaning towards the latter if our dead man is any indication."

"I suggest we go in undercover. I can easily create an illusion and look like any random socialite interested in learning about the city's hottest new club. I could throw an illusion around yourself also if you want, but that means you would have to act the part. It can be uncomfortable, but I don't want whoever is in charge suspecting we are there attached to this investigation. Very much like prohibition days, if they are doing anything underhanded, chances are they have a quick way of hiding anything and escaping. Or, and this is more likely, they have the means of handling things their own way. We don't want to end up like our victim. So before I do so, are you comfortable lying?" She assumed Fynn wouldn't be, but they had very little else. There was no way the owner would talk to them on a normal day, let alone two people looking into a crime that connected to their club.

Primrose pulled up to the club and parked in a spot. She turned to Fynn, waiting for his response. "I got your back in there, whatever we decide. I think this is the smart play, but I can understand any apprehension."

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

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Location ⋗ The Patch > The Forest Interactions ⋗ Zhalia @Benzaiten, Simon @Prosaic, Phalko @CasLink, Scott @Blizz School of Magic ⋗ Enchantment, Abjuration & Divination Items ⋗ N/A

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Manon was touched by the kindness shown to her in a matter of minutes. She felt guilty for not reaching out sooner. Both Zhalia and Simon had included her in their trek. Though she was unsure of a walk in the forest being relaxing and fun, if she went along with others she was sure it would be enjoyable, if nothing else the conversation would not be boring. She was especially excited to learn more about the two of them. Manon had only been there for about three months now and she was still seeing new people whenever she left her home.

Zhalia struck her off guard. She hadn't expected to meet another person from her home country. It wasn't like she was hiding it. Her accent all but gave her away the moment she uttered any word. "Yes, I am from France. I moved here a few months ago. I am afraid I do not know many others." Even saying those words was embarrassing. Someone with public relations accolades should be meeting more people. Shipden was different though.

"I would love to accompany you if you two don't mind." Before they could all make their way to the forest, more people joined them. One was a young Asian individual and the other was a rather attractive-looking man who she had seen around before. Since this was not her own expedition, she felt rather silly saying they could join them. Instead, Manon left it to Zhalia and Simon to extend the invitation as they did for her. Manon would be kidding herself if she said she wasn't excited at this new opportunity to learn about another person.

Once all seemed set and done, they were on their way to help look for herbs and plans.

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The forest itself stood, both menacing and beautiful. A subtle warning for anyone daring to enter. And yet, their group dared. Manon was not well-versed in flora so she allowed the others to search for the necessary bounty. Instead, Manon's senses were alerted elsewhere. A handy skill to have when facing foes, Manon's danger sense triggered. She quickly glanced around, seeing if the threat was obvious, but it was not. Not difficult to imagine the thick forest would hide many threats. She debated telling the others, but felt it was in their best interest. She would not forgive herself if they were harmed and she stood there and said nothing.

"Be mindful. There is danger around us. I suggest we tread carefully. And keep your guards up."

The Sunday Group

Hey, so I woke up yesterday feeling like absolute garbage and today, very much the same. Going to go get tested for Covid, just in case, but I am probably gonna stay in bed and sleep. I will get a post up tomorrow.

The Sunday Group

@Penny I have some ideas. I will probably post tomorrow. @Fetzen Any ideas on your end before I do?

The Sunday Group

Well obviously, I think the next scene for Primrose and Fynn is gonna be interesting. Do you want us to take charge of what happens or do you have some ideas for your own for what we will run into there?

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

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Location ⋗ The Patch. Interactions ⋗ Zhalia @Benzaiten, Simon @Prosaic School of Magic ⋗ Enchantment, Abjuration & Divination Items ⋗ N/A

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Manon was content, eating her bread when she felt eyes on her. She had always felt eyes on her for the past few months. She was new there. An anomaly that no one knew. She had grown used to it. She glanced up to see who it was and her eyes fell on a young woman with brown hair and piercing eyes. The girl acknowledged her with a shy greeting. Had Manon seen her around before? Perhaps, though Manon often kept to herself. Manon gave a warm smile in return. Manon's eyes shifted to the individual next to Zhalia.

Simon Hart. He was someone Manon knew better, at least through passing. While the two of them never conversed fully, they had passed by each other on more than one occasion. A quick "hello, how are you?" in passing. What Manon did know about Simon was his technical prowess. She had heard many things since coming here, but one of the popular ones, especially in her current residence, was Simon's ability and intelligence. It had made Manon want to meet the man to see how his mind ticked.

That was the other side of the card that is Simon Hart, though. Simon never seemed willing to converse with anyone. What lay beyond that exterior? Perhaps Zhalia cracked him open and was proceeding to find out what secrets there were. Manon could not pass up this opportunity and she did say she wanted to open up more.

Manon made her way over to the two of them. "Sorry, but do you mind if I join you two?" Manon's french accent, something she took pride in, was center stage. "I don't believe we have ever been introduced. I am Manon D'aureville. A pleasure to meet you both." She did not bother to take a seat as the two could tell her to take a hike if they wanted. But she was hoping for an in. Her eyes glanced over at Simon to see his interaction. Though she knew nothing about the other woman, it was Simon who intrigued her more.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

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Friends In Low Places

Once the Captain left, Quill stayed a moment, thinking about the next course of action. If she were to be of any help setting this up, she would have to grease some contacts. One of the perks of the job was that you met all sorts of interesting people. And interesting people led interesting lives, did interesting things, and, most importantly, had interesting secrets.

Quill left and made her way to her room, hyperfocused now. If anyone saw her it would be a blur of blonde and black. Once she was inside her room she shut the door and began to reach out to her first contact.

Camilla's voice, sounding like vanilla, came on "Quill? Darling, is everything okay? Did that ship you found pan out?"

Quill hid a smile, thankful to have a friend concerned about her safety. "Yes, it did. I am actually calling you from the ship."

"Wonderful! I am so glad it worked out for you! Are you almost at Pelorum?"

Quill paused a moment. She had come on this ship with every intention of leaving as soon as they docked at Pelorum. And now here she was, roped into a mission to save a bunch of people she did not know. No one would fault her for not even attempting to help. This was not what she signed up for. But she knew, deep down, she had to help. Any of those people could have been her. Could have been Camilla.

"Change of plans on that. I still plan on going there, but we are making a side trip to Osiris."

"Osiris? Whatever are you hoping to find there?"

"There's a group of people we are hoping to get off and prevent them from being forced into servitude. It's a long story and I will fill you in on the full details when we have tea again, but for now, I just need help. Can you use your contacts to get the ship I am on a writ to get off of Osiris?"

Camilla let out a low whistle. "Darling, you know I would do anything for you, but that's a tall ask. Not impossible, sure, but it would require a lot of work and, if you are caught, well I don't need to spell out the unfortunate consequences that would follow."

Quill knew, but it was a risk they would have to take. "I understand and I would also understand if you wanted to opt-out. I can see about finding someone else to get us the writ."

Camilla let out a hearty laugh. "Oh I didn't say no, love. It's a challenge, but you know I do so adore challenges. Gives me a bigger thrill than speed racing! I'll need time, of course, but I should be able to get you a writ soon. Do you want me to send it your way or to the man in charge?"

Quill thought a moment, "Send it to me. I'll pass it along to the Captain."

"Captain. Such a powerful word. Is he cute?"

"Camilla...."

"What? I am bored here and there are precious few yummy people to look at here. Let me live vicariously through you!"

"He's handsome, in a rough sort of way. There are a few others on here. All fairly attractive too. It's like something is in the water to make everyone here attractive."

Camilla laughed again. "Oh, delicious! I know you don't mix business with pleasure, but perhaps you can entertain some of them? Saints know that if you are doing something dangerous they could use someone to talk to and forget about the trouble."

"My first priority is the people. Get them safe and situated. The rest can come after."

"That's always been my experience," Camilla said, "innuendo fully meant. Anywho, you will have your writ shortly, but you owe me big time and I plan on collecting. Maybe I will see about coming on board your little ship, if only to see how the Captain fills out his uniform!"

Camilla clicked off after that and Quill could only shake her head in amusement. Camilla definitely made things lighter and, with her contacts, she expected the writ soon enough. One step of this last-minute plan was, at least, done.

OBLIVION

Bronwyn Avalon

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-Five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - Ice Queen, Wynn ► Occupation - Publicist ► Qualifications - Head Cheerleader at Ritman Graduated Summa Cum Laude B.A. in Public Relations with a Minor in Business Recipient of Award for Excellence in Public Relations Sector Owner of Public Relations Firm in New York ► Residence - New York, New York ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Small scar along left hip from car accident she was in when she was 15. She doesn't like talking about it. ► Tattoos - Floral Design on upper right thigh she got when she graduated college. Semicolon on left wrist she got when she turned 18 that her parents did not know about. ► Piercings - Three piercings on left ear, two on right. Both lobes are pierced and the other remaining ones are along the top of both ears. ► Style - Bronwyn has shoulder-length black hair that she typically keeps down. Bronwyn's style tends to be dresses and business professional outfits, such as suits, during her typical workweek. When not at work, Bronwyn keeps up with current style trends with blouses, skirts, dresses. Casual to Bronwyn is when she wears yoga pants to the gym. Her color scheme falls for darker colors, especially mauve, black, and brown. Bronwyn also wears make-up and can usually be seen wearing red or pink lipstick. Her nails are usually a french manicure with no color. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Over the four years she spent at Ritman, Bronwyn built up a repuaton for herself. Starting off her Freshman year as one of the cheer squad and working her way up to being Head Cheerleader during her Junior year made her well-known among the students. Though they did cheer for some of the other sports teams, the Ritman Cheerleaders also went to cheerleading competitions and consistently did well, winning some trophies for the school. Bronwyn had her own clique with the cheerleaders and often spent time with them and their significant others. Bronwyn's parents were wealthy by the town's standards, so Bronwyn wanted very little during her time. Bronwyn was a b****, to put it bluntly. While she never physically bullied anyone, Bronwyn's weapon of choice was spreading rumors around. Bronwyn did well in classes, earning A's and a few B's, but she mainly focused on her cheerleading. Despite her popularity, Bronwyn never had a steady relationship. She dated off and on, but no one ever claimed to be her boyfriend or girlfriend. There was a guy junior year that seemed like he was with her, but over the summer the two of them broke it off. Bronwyn never said why and, when asked, Bronwyn quickly changed the subject. Bronwyn walked the halls knowing people were looking at her. And that was what mattered. PSYCHE Bronwyn entered college with a gusto, focusing on her school work and maintaining her cheerleading scholarship. She joined other organizations and pledged to a sorority, where she quickly rose up the ranks. Bronwyn didn't spread rumors and put others down as she did in high school. Instead, she bonded closely with the girls in her sorority. Since going to college, Bronwyn has become more sociable and approachable. Bronwyn became known around her college for her cheerleading skills (which she maintained) but also for her work with various clubs and organizations. Bronwyn opened up about herself more with others and even began therapy. She didn't really keep in touch with anyone from Ritman apart from a few people. After graduating, Bronwyn joined a PR Firm, learning the ins and outs of public relations and its impact on the people around them. Her boss noticed Bronwyn's social skills and abilities to connect with others and offered her a cushy position as a publicist in her other office. After accepting the position, Bronwyn put all her effort into work, gaining notoriety and, eventually, leaving to start her own PR firm. Though it is small, Bronwyn's reputation followed her, allowing her to have a decent caseload of clients. The job adds stress, but Bronwyn's tenacity is able to withstand it. Bronwyn also made a few close friends among her co-workers. Despite this, Bronwyn rarely speaks to her parents anymore and, when asked, Bronwyn says they "hurt her" and leaves it at that. Bronwyn's dating life was ups and downs for a while, but she still holds out hope that the right person will come along eventually. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Fire and Ice. Two opposing forces. However, many don't consider how similar they are. Both can destroy. Both can preserve. There are those that prefer heat and those that prefer cold. At the end of the day, it is all kinetic energy. The energy that can be harnessed and tapped into, if the right person were to come along. Through the use of Thermal Manipulation, Bronwyn's abilities tap into the control and use of this kinetic energy. She is able to raise and lower her body's temperature, ranging from heat to cold. Doing so alters the state around her, heat allows for fire and cold allows for ice. Bronwyn is also able to use the thermal energy around her to produce heat or cold, depending. Heat can burn and cold can freeze, along with the after-effects of such force (burns or frostbite). Due to her thermal control, Bronwyn is also able to see thermokinetic auras and use them to her will, if need be. While Bronwyn cannot physically produce fire and ice from nothing, in generating and changing the thermal nature of herself or something else, she is able to produce fire and ice. If something is heated up to a certain point, it can combust. If something is cooled down to a certain point, it can freeze. Bronwyn, in using her own body temperature, can focus the effect also, allowing, as an example, her hands to get colder (perfect for keeping drinks cool in the summer). ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► Weather and natural heat/cold can play a role. If it is colder out, Bronwyn has an easier time utilizing cold powers, and vice versa. ► Bronwyn is able to control her own body temperature, allowing her to not be seen by cameras or other such sources that rely on heat signatures. ► Bronwyn is able to use sight to alter things and does not need to physically touch an object to alter its thermal energy. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► The use of thermal energy, especially using herself as a conduit, can sap her energy. This makes it harder for her to use the powers. ► Weather and natural heat/cool can play a role. If it is hotter out, it takes greater effort to make things cold, and vice versa. ► Depending on size and distance, Bronwyn may not be able to alter the thermal energy of an object. A trash can is easier to alter than a car and so on. ► Emotions play a strong role in Bronwyn's use of her powers. Standard, she has control. If her emotions become too much (anger, sadness, jealousy, etc.) it can cause her ability to control her powers, leading to unintended consequences. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Here is my sheet.

OBLIVION

@Salsa Verde Well I was thinking, as I said, Thermal Manipulation and there was just a sheet for elemental powers so...what do you think?