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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 1:31 am
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A small nod, Marcus took a seat, pausing to look at the commotion before frowning. It wasn't his place to chide, but he hoped, no matter their snooping, they could at least not intrude on an event meant to honor and respect those left among the living.
"I do not think I deserve thanks for understanding grief. Sorrow is human, death is tragedy, and if one lacks the empathy to understand that?" He let out a long sigh.
This was a different time, and his brain was rife with knowledge of a past that perhaps was not analogous to the one he knew but after reading the papers?
"Regan is many things. I would say he is a flawed person, but to willfully ignore those who die due to an unwillingness to accept those different?" He tisked, finally making eye contact.
"They say evil and sin are what makes a person ugly. But from here, I see only people who love and fear like any other. Ugliness is in ignorance and and aversion to change." He tried to smile, abet, slightly forced.
"I- I fear I am waxing poetics. My apologies. You probably do not wish to talk of such dour things. We can change the subject if you like?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 3:39 am
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"Maybe we can uncomplicate it for you," says Dana, who appears to be the face of this operation, whatever this operation is. She has a soda: a can of coke with a straw in. "Are you thirsty? I can get you something."
Eightloh doesn't seem particularly inclined to answer that question. He's kind of lowkey (and by that I mean, super highkey) drinking in Oliver's presence, like he hasn't seen someone like that in ages. It is creepy. Judging by Dana's subtle shift away, she is creeped out too. "Uh, well, Andromache's more of a place to go if you're. You know. Looking for a place to stay?" Jamie doesn't seem too sure about that. "I don't think Renard has any room left, but sometimes Jeremiah puts up runaways--"
Eightloh elbows Eightmie. Amie? Something like that.
"--but if you're looking for like... fortune telling? That's really up Z--Mika's alley. And Sibyl knows everyone. She can probably get you a ride home."
Eightmie, 80s Jamie, Amie, whatever, he nods. Dana says, "Sibyl's kind of upset right now. I know she doesn't look like it, but one of her drag daughters died last week. She's in the photo album. Um..."
Eightloh says, "None'a ya really look like the kind who want to wear dresses on stage."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 8:24 am
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Temperance, Liam, and Shun are now deeply suspicious of Zac and Temperance, and you will receive a -1 to all your persuasion rolls against them for the rest of the phase.
"Okay, yeah, <******** ********>," says Liam, and watches them retreat to the booth.
"Watch them," he says to Shun, who nods and goes back to his post by the door.
Temperance picks her drink back up, casts a very suspicious look at them, and turns her attention back to the stage.
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saedusk rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 12:42 pm
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Jamie Delacroix | 25/25
"Maybe not on stage, but wearing dresses might be nice..." Jamie muttered, low and under his breath. It had been a knee-jerk response and he immediately, sincerely regretted it. Hopefully no one had heard. It was too late to take it back. He squeezed Shiloh's hand hard enough that he could feel a pulse between their palms.
"I-I mean-" The words caught in his throat as he looked away from the small group instead, back out towards the stage. If Mika knew a thing or two about fortunetelling, if fortunetelling was as real as magic was, they might have a lead there. She might be able to help them. At the same time, Jamie was avoiding his own embarrassment with thoughts better left until after their conversation with Dana and their 80s counterparts was done.
"It's... not really quite as simple as catching a ride back up to Ashdown," he admitted as he faced the group again, "But maybe after this is over we could talk to Sibyl and Mika. It seems... rude to disturb them right now." Unless they needed to. Jamie would do what he had to do to get them home.
"Sibyl lost one of her... drag daughters, you said?" He wondered if he should check out the album. "Do you happen to know, um, who she was?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 12:53 pm
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For brief moment, Marcus felt shamed, then a small spark of anger before it was crushed by his own racing thoughts. This wasn't the same Jeremiah Mercer who was his friend. This was a stranger. A pair of strangers who did not know each other and did not have years of coming to understand odds and ends.
"No." He spoke clearly and firmly, maintaining his eye contact. Eye contact was important. Public speaking 101. Also what his therapist said would help him form social bonds. Something something needing to integrate and be a part of society and not just a paranoid outsider.
His therapist would be furious if he was missing his appointment again. Mentally noted- He'd need to check in with them when this was all sorted out.
"If I was this would be, if we are being frank, the most cruel place to try. You are here to remember and celebrate a person's life. Not to be given false condolences in an effort to, " Hands lifted finger quotations held in the air. "steer you from a so called sin."
He was frowning though it was not in anger or frustration but rather a sort of melancholic shame, "I came because someday I might be in a picture frame, and I wonder who would show up to say goodbye to me." It was a sobering thought.
"They're lucky though. It's a nice place, I wish I knew of it from better circumstance." He allowed himself to smile, looking at the stage and then moving to the bar.
"It really does feel like I've back in time with the decor."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 4:51 pm
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Temperance Clark | 25/25
-1 to rolls with Liam, Shun, Temperance
Although she moved towards the booths, Zac did not follow and she paused, sort of at a loss what to do next. Temperance understood, in a way. Heading off to chat with her after that would not have looked good on him. And a part of her regretted what she'd said or, perhaps, the way she'd said it. Still, it was all horribly interesting. If Liam, of all people, didn't know. She sighed and, in a nervous action, pulled her hair out of it's ponytail and then tied it up again.
Temperance slid further along the bar to a woman who looked very put together. With a very full glass. "Hey - this seat free?" Then, after a moment. "What're you drinking?"
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