Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Post by Cora Elaine Marshall on Nov 25, 2018 1:04:08 GMT
Closing time at the Quarter Cafe was, believe it or not, right when the rest of the French Quarter seemed to be coming alive. Despite the fact that many buildings on the street had closing times around nine, there were plenty of places that stayed open later, and this street in particular came alight with tourist traps, as well as bars with good jazz and a perfect look into the beating heart of the city: her people. In her mind, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced, and she was honestly glad that the cafe closed when it did so she could experience it every single time she worked a closing shift. Probably the only thing she regretted about the whole thing was that she only closed about twice a week: Friday and Saturday nights. The other nights of the week, she was marked as “cannot close” because she typically had school in the morning, and while that might not seem like a big deal to most people, working until nine, doing homework, and then getting up at seven in the morning wasn’t exactly a healthy schedule for someone her age. That isn’t to say that she didn’t still do it on occasion, but the point remained.
Tonight, Cora was actually closing with another resident of Phalanx House, a girl by the name of Aisling. The spelling of the girl’s name had confused her greatly, in the beginning, but through some religious google searching and an unquenchable curiosity, she had learned that the girl’s name was Irish. From there, it had taken only a few moments for her to realize that Aisling’s name was probably the least screwed-up-but-still-obviously-Irish name that she had ever seen. Truth be told, she couldn’t help but feel a little badly for the girl, even though… well, to be honest, she was kind of scared of her. It wasn’t that she thought that she was going to wake up one morning, seeing Aisling standing over her bed brandishing a knife a la Mike Meyers, there was just something about the girl that unsettled her.
Of course, that didn’t meant that Cora was mean or avoided her, she was a bright, bubbly, friendly person by nature, and something like that was completely counter to who she knew that she was as a person. If anything, the fact that Aisling unsettled her gave her more of a reason to get to know the older girl, even if there had never really been anything that suggested that Aisling wanted to get to know her one bit. She figured that it might not be as hard as she had made it out to be in her head. After all, the two of them worked together, and it wasn’t like Phalanx was that big of a place. There were definitely ample opportunities for them to get to know one another, but as far as taking the leap went, well, she had been a little lazy on that particular front. Between school and the holidays and all the stress that went along with that, it was hard to devote any brainspace to anything else. Not that there was anybody here to yell at her for not talking with Aisling before today, besides herself anyways.
Cora wiped down a section of the counter before pausing, taking in the indie-style Christmas carols that had been grating on her ears all day long. Turning her head, she looked at the speaker controls that were just under the counter. A smirk overtook her face as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her iPod, before making her way over to the controls. “You know, I like indie Christmas carols as much as the next girl,” the look on her face coupled with the dripping sarcasm in her voice was enough for most people to realize that she was kidding, “but I need a change of pace.” She held up the AUX cord and her iPod, her smirk dissolving into a bright grin as she looked over at Aisling, glad that their manager—a sweet, older woman by the name of Kate—had showed her how to do this ages ago. “Any requests?”
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Dec 2, 2018 17:14:43 GMT
Having worked at the Quarter Café for the last year felt almost surreal. There had been a time in Aisling’s life when she never would have imagined that she might have been able to function as an actual person. Monroeville had damaged her psyche, broken her down in such a way that she immediately thought the worst of everyone and everything that came towards her. It had taken her ability to function in day to day society and now that she was thrust into that world, she knew that she didn’t have much choice. Immediately following her release from the hospital, Aisling hadn’t really done much of anything. She curled up in her bed at Phalanx far more than what was probably acceptable, but Astor had never pushed her. He never forced her to feel like she had to leave or do something with her life. He had explained his own past to her, that he also had come from Monroeville and that he knew it was hard, but he was there to offer support. He reassured her that she wasn’t going to be going back to that place. As long as she wanted or needed it, she could consider Phalanx her home. That had been the start of her realization that maybe things weren't going to be so bad here.
It seemed like natural progression to get a job - though it was largely in part because if she continued to stare at the same four walls she was going to rip her hair out. There was nothing keeping her trapped, nothing that was going to prevent her from exploring the city that could become her stomping ground if she so desired. It taken some time to find the café, but the advantage was that she didn’t have to deal with a plethora of drunk people and it closed at a decent time that she could get home and curl up with her sketchbook by the fire before having to go to bed. Additionally, because of the location of within the French Quarter, it was always busy which meant that there was never a moment to sit and dwell on things or consider the past that she had come from. In fact, for the few hours that she was working, it was blissful. There was a sense of peace without the urgency that she needed to hide who she was or fear what it was that people might have said. In fact, the only thing that she had to worry about was making sure that everyone got their orders quickly and correctly.
It was unsurprising that two other students at Phalanx had found themselves working here with her. Jude, who wasn’t scheduled today, and Cora - the blue haired girl that Aisling found herself closing with. The younger girl was vibrant, bubbly, perhaps more outgoing than what Aisling herself would ever be considered. But they come from very different backgrounds. As far as the Irish-American knew, Cora had never experienced the walls of Monroeville. Not that Aisling would want her to; no one deserved to be behind those walls, sedated up to their eyeballs until they weren't sure what was real and what was a hallucination. She doubted the hospital cared about helping people as much as they claimed to. Still, they were co-workers and housemates, which meant that they were going to have to interact and, while she wasn’t cold, she also wasn’t someone who was filled with warmth at the idea.
She had about as much of a warm feeling for this indie music after hearing it all day. It was going to be a long holiday season, that much was certain. Now that the shop had closed though, there were no rules saying that they had to abide by the holiday cheer that the café was trying so hard to push upon its customers. Her gaze shifted towards Cora as the younger girl spoke, eyebrow quirking upward as she neared the speaker. ”Honestly anything that isn’t Christmas at this point.” Okay, it may have been a bit of a Scrooge answer, but there was honestly only such much that one person could take. ”If it has the words Santa, Christmas, or snow, it’s a hard pass,” she said, flashing a smile.
Post by Cora Elaine Marshall on Dec 12, 2018 6:43:40 GMT
One thing that Cora always loved about living in the French Quarter? There was never a moment when everybody seemed to be asleep. There was a beautiful mix of people up too late and people up too early, and there was never a moment that the entirety of the Quarter was asleep. There was never a moment of peace, except for maybe in the cemetery, and for a girl who had come from an entirely different kind of hectic place—San Francisco—it was a beautiful thing to witness. Even now, as they were closing up shop for the night, she could see people crowding the streets, clamoring to some bar or another, or perhaps making their way further into the Quarter for a little bit of the “more authentic” experience. The fact that it was not at all more authentic and was still mostly a tourist trap was something that appeared to be totally lost on them, but that was not something that she was going to bother telling anybody unless asked. After all, New Orleans thrived on a vibrant tourist industry, and Cora wasn’t about to try to ruin any part of that.
Cora smiled brightly as Aisling walked over towards her, and laughed quietly as she said her peace. “Uh-greed.” She had nothing against Christmas music, she had been playing it on her computer since Thanksgiving had ended, but even she was starting to get a little sick of the selection that this particular cafe seemed to be peddling. That, and she didn’t have any Christmas music currently on her iPod, preferring to turn to youtube when that particular brand of festivity was needed. Instead, she had multiple playlists, and an incredible variety of music for her to turn to her regardless of what kind of mood that she was in. Today? She was feeling a little more upbeat, and a lot less festive. It was the kind of mood that she got in when she had a long day, but instead of being tired, she felt out to go out in conquer the world, and honestly? She knew exactly what kind of playlist was necessary for that.
With a bright grin, she selected a playlist that consisted mainly of Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, and All Time Low, with just a little Paramore thrown in for flavor. It was an upbeat playlist, and one that she had always thought about playing during closing, but it had never really been the right person to jam out to this particular playlist. Maybe, just maybe, Aisling was that right person.
With a grin, she pushed down on the button, listening to the gorgeous voice of Brendon Urie replace the crooning “festive” high notes that she was positive were the source of her headache. Almost immediately, Cora began to feel better, and she set to work, wiping down the counter as she mouthed the words to the song, shaking her hips to the beat. Before long, the music got the better of her, and Cora spun around, grabbing the broom that had been leaning against the wall, and began to dance around with it. To be fair, she did occasionally sweep at the floor with it, but mostly she was using it as a faux microphone stand as she spun around behind the counter, shaking her shoulders and actually doing a thing or two as she went. When the song ended, she leaned against the counter, feeling just a tad out of breath between the dancing and the laughter that was still shaking her shoulders. "Oh god, sorry," she shot a friendly smile at Aisling, "Panic always makes me want to dance." The song switched over, and she turned the radio down just a notch or two so that she could chat with the girl and actually be heard. "What kind of music do you like?"
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Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Dec 26, 2018 0:59:51 GMT
The hustle and bustle of New Orleans was something that Aisling hated as much as she was grateful for it. Keeping busy was good, it meant that she didn’t have a lot of time to process the fact that she was exhausted for the majority of the day. Thankfully she worked in a café that was willing to supply her with coffee in order to ensure that she made it through the day successfully. No one needed to know that she had an ability here, and if weren't for Cora and Jude, no one would have known. They were both students at Phalanx, with Cora having arrived before Aisling and Jude after. They had their own abilities, their own secrets. Aisling felt comfortable enough with them around, knowing that it was unlikely that any of them would accidentally out one another. Admittedly, she was a little more leery of trusting Jude to keep quiet, but that was more because of how excitable he was and had nothing to do with the fact that she thought he would say something to hurt someone. He was too nice for that. It was similar to how his sister had been. There were days when Aisling found herself missing the company of the few friends she had met while in Monroeville, but there was no way that she would want to go back to that hell.
The only one outside of Monroeville that seemed to know what it was like had been Astor. He had been kind to her, patient and understanding as she tried to navigate life outside of those walls. It hadn’t been uncommon for her to make mistakes or to lash out when someone did something that startled her or brought back a history that she was trying to keep away from. Unfortunately, forgetting Monroeville wasn’t an easy feat. No matter how hard she tried to steer her mind away from that place, it continued to go back. It dipped into her memories and created new scenes of horror, things that would have made the great Stephen King himself heave up breakfast. The scenarios that her mind fabricated were from another world, one that was far more sinister than she imagined this one actually was. It had made her jumpy and quick to react instead of stopping to think things through logically. Aisling was fortunate that people had been as patient with her as they had.
As Cora spoke her agreement towards the holiday music, Aisling offered a smile before she moved to another table to wipe it down from the day’s wear and tear. While they cleaned them periodically throughout the day, a proper disinfectant happened every night so that everything was fresh for the next business day. Closing time was Aisling’s favorite time. It was the time when they were free to be themselves, no longer needing to put on that fake smile and a customer voice that grated on their own ears after a couple of hours of use. Aisling wasn’t a people person, but she knew that she needed to maintain a job if she was going to have any hope of making it in this world. She couldn’t just expect Astor to foot the bill for everything that she was doing.
Finishing the tables, Aisling shifted gears to the front windows. This was where potential customers could see what was going on and be enticed to come in and spend their hard earned money. It was important that it wasn’t full of grimy hand prints from children who had parents that couldn’t keep them in line. There were days when Aisling swore if one more kid pressed their hands and face against the windows, she was going to haunt their nightmares like it was nobody’s business. As the music started - music that was much better than what they’d been forced to listen to all day - Aisling found herself relaxing, bobbing her head along.
It was the sight she captured in her peripherals that drew her attention though and, for a moment, she caught herself just looking at Cora. The corner of her mouth had pulled into a little smile as the blue-haired shadow manipulator really allowed herself to get into the beat of the music and the voice of the amazingly talented Brendon Urie. ”Hey, you’re getting things done while you do it. That’s all that matters,” she said sincerely. The sooner they were able to get out of here and get back to Phalanx, the sooner she could curl up in bed and pretend that she wasn’t going to have to come back and do this again the next day. Wiping down the window, she turned to face her housemate. ”Depends, to be honest. Different rock genres, for the most part. Classical deep down, though.” It wasn’t a secret, but she also wasn’t blurting that for the world. ”Breaking Benjamin tends to be a go-to. What about you? Aside from Panic~”
Post by Cora Elaine Marshall on Jan 7, 2019 0:21:28 GMT
Before she had been exiled to New Orleans for having an ability that she couldn’t control, Cora had lived in San Francisco, California. It was a land of sunshine, technology, and prosperity… mostly. For every glittering storefront or skyscraper that housed multiple profitable businesses, there was at least one person without a home or a family to take them in, sleeping on the streets and suffering. She had seen the prosperity of Silicon Valley, but she had also seen the negative parts of it; the people struggling to make ends meet, the people who were working three jobs in order to keep their head above water. That, compared with the fact that the city around her always seemed like it was rushing ahead and she was constantly late, was enough to make her feel like she didn’t belong there. Cora liked taking her time, she liked enjoying moments and taking ample time to appreciate the world around her.
Maybe that was why she loved living in New Orleans so much.
There was something about the city that was relaxing to her, that felt natural. Despite being a large city, it never felt over crowded, or like the skyscrapers were pressing down on her. She felt at home here, and truth be told, she didn’t want to leave. No matter how many times her mother asked her if she had control of her power, or started pushing her to come back home, she knew that this was where she belonged. The fact that two of her best friends in the entire world were here may have swayed her decision a little, but that wasn’t something she worried herself about. Even before she had met Asha or Jude, she knew that this was where she wanted to be.
Well. Maybe not right here. The Quarter Cafe had become a kind of home to her in the time that she had worked there, but more often than not she couldn’t wait to be done with her shift, and headed either towards Phalanx House or out into the Quarter once her shift was over. It was nobody’s fault really, it was just… customer service. No matter how bright and bubbly she was on a regular basis, even she had her limits, and there were a number of times that those limits had been met and exceeded working in this job. That was part of the reason she had no reason taking over the radio when they were closed, and so long as she had everything back the way it was supposed to be, nobody would be any the wiser. Not that she thought this was actually not allowed, because if it wasn’t, a lot of people knew how to do it who weren’t supposed to; either way, she didn’t want to get caught.
Looking up and seeing Aisling looking back at her had sent a bright smile over her face, the same one that she typically wore with people she didn’t know too well at Phalanx House. Sure, she may not know Aisling all that well, but the fact that they were both living in the same place and that they both shared a secret that most of New Orleans hadn’t even thought about was enough for her to want to be friendly with her. Plus, she did seem like the kind of person that Cora would like. Maybe a little on the spookier side, but overall she didn’t seem like a bad person to be around, which was really the only requirement that she had. “Heck yeah I am, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to be out of here.” Cora chuckled, guiding the broom along the floor and trying to get any stray pieces of dirt out from the corners where the counter met the tile. Who in their right mind decided to put tile flooring in a cafe, anyways? Truth be told, though, she probably wouldn’t be going directly back to Phalanx after her shift; she had an intense desire to head out into the Quarter and feel the place come alive, the way that it always did this time of night. But who knew, the night was young, there were a multitude of options, and she didn’t have to work tomorrow. The possibilities were endless.
Aisling rattled off her music preferences, and Cora couldn’t help but smile a little brighter. As an avid lover of music, she had something on her iPod to fit just about every category… except for country music. That was the one place that she didn’t readily venture unless she was forced to. “Breaking Benjamin is amazing.” She hung the broom back in its place before emptying the dustpan in the garbage and hanging it alongside. At the other girl’s question, however, she had to stop and ponder. “I kind of listen to everything, to be honest. Most people who look at my iPod get really confused, because there’s everything from classical to music to hard rock on there.” Grinning, she set about emptying out the coffee carafes. “I tend to gravitate towards Lana Del Rey, Fleurie, Billie Eilish, artists like that.” She shrugged, thinking about a few of her favorite songs, the way they all sounded either cheerful or melancholy, when their lyrics were frequently the opposite. Maybe that said something about her, who knew. “Do you play any instruments or anything?” Her cheeks turned pink as she realized that she was probably being rude. “You uh, don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to. I tend to get more curious than is polite.”
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Feb 9, 2019 0:38:14 GMT
Aisling had never seen the world outside of New Orleans. Everything that she knew about the world came from books or research on the internet. She knew that she wanted to go to Ireland one day, it was a sort of dream destination and maybe even a place that she could find herself settling down if she ever felt comfortable enough to leave New Orleans. There were still so many questions she had, things that she wasn’t going to be satisfied leaving behind without resolving. Her father was the biggest issue. It was unfortunate that she couldn’t really go anywhere without seeing his face plastered somewhere. Cillian Donoghue, a smiling face that Aisling knew was hiding something. She was his dirty little secret, the daughter that he had dropped into Monroeville when she went crazy and killed someone. It could have been enough for a smear campaign to run against him, but her incident had only ever seemed to do favors for him. So while she was left to rot, he became successful and moved on from her.
He was a piece of shit.
Her father was the reason that she hated being in New Orleans. The more distance that she could between him and her, the better she would feel in the long run. That was what she was imagining the situation would be at least. There was no way to know for sure, not without experiencing it, but Aisling wanted so much more out of life and there was something that continued to whisper in her ear that New Orleans wasn’t it. She loved the city, the history and culture that it was drowning in, but it was tainted. Aisling felt like she needed a new perspective. She wondered if she could get a weekend away; maybe just going on a little trip would alleviate some of the suffocation that she was currently experiencing and see if that could rejuvenate the permanent exhaustion that surrounded her.
Spraying the window down with the cleaner, she scooped up the microfiber cloth and began to wipe away at the insides of the windows where some child’s fingerprints had marred the appearance of the otherwise clear glass. A soft laugh escaped her at Cora’s words. ”I’m always ready to be out of here. I wasn’t born for customer service,” she said. It was a lot easier for her to tell people to get their shit and get out than to deal with every Susan and Brenda that came in with their “I’d like to speak to the manager” haircuts and soy lattes with sugar-free vanilla.
Moving to another window, she cast a look over her shoulder at Cora as she hung the broom back up and seemed to praise Aisling’s own music choice, the older girl gave a small smile. ”Yeah, there’s something intense about them.” They were definitely the type of music that she would crank up while flinging herself onto her bed. ”Variety is good to have. As long as you like it, that’s what matters,” she said, raising one shoulder into a shrug. No one had to agree with their music choices except for them; after all music was about diversity and the fact that no two artists were identical, no matter how similar their labeled genre might have happened to be. As she finished the other window, Aisling tossed the cloth to the side and moved the spray back into the cleaning cupboard.
Cora’s question caught her off guard and the surprise that darted over her features was thankfully masked thanks to the fact that she was facing away from the other girl. ”It’s alright,” she said, though her tone didn’t come across as soft as she had intended for it to. Turning her body so that she was fully facing Cora, Aisling looked at her for a moment. ”I played piano for a little while. I probably wasn’t very good at it, but… My dad insisted when I was little and then it…” She paused, thinking of her time in Monroeville. ”It passed the time. What about you?”
