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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Evan closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She was getting someone from this writing program mentor program and she was honestly considering finding a way to fake being sick. She had a low tolerance for stupid, and as of late, it seemed like all of the interns that they sent her way ended the first day in tears. She wasn't a mean person, she just had a very high standards for the paper, and very low ones for stupidity. She just wanted to create amazing work, and she wanted to show her family that she would be able to accomplish something that her parents never thought she would be able to. She took a drink of her coffee and looked over the faxed over resume that Astor Perona sent her. She was lucky that she liked the wolf shifter and would do anything for Jae and Phalanx. She believed that Phalanx was critical for the community, and even though she was able to have homeschooling for her abilities, not everyone was as lucky.
She set her coffee down, Cora. Pretty name. She could use more strong women in the place. She tucked her hair behind her ear and set the application back down on her desk and waited to spot the Phalanx resident. She had a lot of work to do, and she could use another hand with it. Evangeline took another drink of her coffee and shot a text message to Adam, asking if he wanted to meet up later in the night. Thanksgiving had been one hell of a day. She had introduced Adam to Will and Monday, and then proceeded to fool around with him in her brother's bathroom.
It wasn't the most wholesome start to her relationship, but hell, it happened.
Evangeline tossed her phone back on her desk, trying to figure out what she needed to make this article happen. She just still couldn't wrap her head around missing skinwalkers. It started in Baton Rogue, but it seemed to lead into New Orleans. She couldn't figure out where they could have gone, and why. It was driving her insane, and maybe a fresh set of eyes would be able to help her with it. Assuming Cora wasn't an idiot. Damn she hoped that she wasn't an idiot.
She could already see some of the current interns scurrying around and avoiding her gaze. Just the way she liked to keep it. She wanted them to fear disappointing her, and maybe they would churn out halfway decent work. She wasn't in the business of holding hands and babysitting, and the current load of interns all made her feel like she should be charging by the hour to keep them from putting forks in the electrical sockets.
Post by Cora Elaine Marshall on Jan 3, 2019 4:07:51 GMT
The fact that Cora was going to be an intern at In the NOLA was not something that had set in, even as she walked into the front door of the building to find out exactly where she was supposed to go. She had dressed professionally, with the help of her best friend whom she trusted unconditionally. Ultimately, she felt good about walking into the building. She was prepared for this. She was. Meeting with Ms. Morgan had renewed her confidence in her own abilities, in fact she had been the one to suggest that this internship might be a good idea to figure out if journalism was something that she wanted to pursue. If there was one adult that she trusted to steer her straight, it was Ms. Morgan, and even if she hadn’t been as concerned about this going well, she would have tried to do well if only because she wanted to make her teacher proud.
Cora made her way into the office building, and came across a woman with vibrant red hair and a friendly smile. She introduced herself as Mallory Butler, and glanced down at a sheet that she was carrying, searching for her name before biting down on the inside of her cheek. Just from the body language, she could tell that the redhead was apprehensive, but soon enough, she got her assignment. “Alright, you’re going to be with Evangeline Charbonneau, who’s down on the other end of the bullpen there.” Mallory gestured towards the far end of the room, where Cora could have sworn she saw a head of blonde hair. “She likes to go by Evan, and… a word of advice? She doesn’t tolerate stupidity. You seem like a good, capable kid, but Evan’s going to keep you on your toes.” Cora furrowed her brows, a little worried about the fact that she was being warned by someone else about the person that she was paired with. However, instead of discouraging her, it pushed her forward. It made her want to thrive in an environment that other people saw as hostile.
“I appreciate the heads up, Ms. Butler. You said she’s over there, right?” The woman before her nodded, and Cora made her way towards the head of blonde hair that Mallory had indicated. She squared her shoulders, not at all knowing what to expect when she walked up to the woman’s desk. All she could do was her best, and if her performance wasn’t good enough… then it wasn’t, and as hard as that would be for her to accept, the only thing she could really do was use it to move forward and get better. She wouldn’t let failure get the best of her, especially not when she hadn’t even given herself the opportunity to fail yet.
Cora arrived at the desk of the woman that she was supposed to be working with. “Ms. Charbonneau? My name’s Cora Marshall.” A bright smile stretched over her lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. What would you like me to get started on?” She was eager to get started on whatever work Evangeline might have for her, not necessarily because she could impress the person she was supposed to be working with, but because she was incredibly curious about the way all of this worked.
The outstanding lack of texts back from Adam was mildly infuriating to Evan. She was used to a crook of the finger and she was able to get whoever she wanted. Guys at clubs, Jae, Monday, it was easy for her. This dedication that Adam had to making her work for it was bringing out the spoiled princess side of her that she hated more than any of her other negative and frankly toxic traits. She looked at her phone and worried her lower lip when she realized that he hadn't texted her back in the last thirty seconds.
This was not a good look for her and she hated it.
Evan tossed her phone again, breaking from her various thoughts about what she wanted to do to Adam when she spotted the biologically next best thing to the ginger she wanted to kick. She saw Mallory with a blue haired teen, she was either going to be an air head, or she was going to have a horrible attitude. Evan did too, but that was completely besides the point. She knew that she was getting a mentee from Phalanx House and knew that she was going to have to refrain from screaming at this one. Phalanx House held a special part in her heart. Her best friend when she was a teenager had been kicked from his home for having an ability. Phalanx was brand new and offered him a place. She was sure that it was a small part as to why her brother donated to that house as often as he did.
The blue haired girl walked up to her, good walk, square shoulders, she refrained from looking into her thoughts, wanting to give her a chance before she was disappointed. "Nice to meet you, Cora. Take a seat." She picked her legs off her desk and sat up straight, "Evan is just fine, we're going to be working rather closely together, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself." She knew the girl was from Phalanx and from the writing samples Euphemia Louise Morgan sent over, she was talented. She wanted to build up actual talent, but that didn't mean that Cora was going to be placed at a lower standard than she would expect for anyone else at In the NOLA, though, if she was being honest, she knew that she would probably be a lot less heinous.
Interns were paid to be there. Interns often got it in their heads that they could question Evan's judgement or her say so in the place. She might not be a Butler, but she still had been there for years and she had still worked her ass off for everything she had been given there. She expected the same for all of them.
Post by Cora Elaine Marshall on Jan 26, 2019 23:40:23 GMT
Cora was determined to do well with this internship. Not just because she thought that it was a chance to figure out her future, though that was certainly one of the driving factors in her decision, but because it was something that she felt would make Miss Morgan proud of her. After all, the whole thing had been her idea, and she had been the one to work with Cora on her resume before sending it over to In the NOLA. With bated breath, she had waited to hear any kind of knews, and when she had been accepted? The nerves had set in. Would she be good enough? Would this be the thing that solidified her future, and turned her away from her mother’s business altogether? She didn’t really know how she felt, or which option that she would prefer. What she did know, however, was that there were ample people in her life who would help her figure out her path, and there was certainly a part of her that was wondering if the person that she would be working with was going to be one of them. Considering the look that Miss Butler had given her when she had been told who she was working with, she had her doubts.
Cora made her way over to the desk, and allowed herself to look over the journalist that she would be working with. Now more than ever, she was determined to do the job well, even if it meant overcoming one of the worst people that she could have been paired with. She had seen it before, employees who thought that they had some kind of authority over anybody else in the building because they had been there a long time or had made the right connections. She didn’t know what kind of person Miss Charbonneau was, but she was preparing herself for the worst. At least then she could be pleasantly surprised instead of disappointed.
Much to her surprise, the woman before her seemed relaxed, with her feet up on the desk, waiting for her to arrive. “Nice to meet you, Evan.” Her smile widened slightly. She didn’t know what the woman in front of her had done to earn the ire of so many people, but so far things were off to a good start, and she was feeling optimistic… as was her way. She took a seat next to the woman, smoothing down the skirt that clung to her hips, and crossing her legs at the ankles. “I was born and raised in San Francisco, and moved to Phalanx when I was about thirteen.” She thought back to the moment that she had first arrived, a slightly scared little girl with dirty blue hair and her entire life packed into one suitcase. The perks of driving cross country. The “why” was not really something that she wanted to share; she had sealed herself in a cocoon of shadows to get away from a group of boys who had been teasing her, and it was something that she was still embarrassed about, regardless of the consequences that had come after.
“I’ve been working at the Quarter Cafe for a few years now, part time, while I work on my education and figure out what the next step is.” Reaching up, she tucked a strand of vibrant blue hair behind her ear. “I’ve always wanted to be a writer, so when I talked to Miss Morgan about it, she suggested an internship with In the NOLA.” She looked up at the other woman, smiling brightly. She was still unsure of what her future held, but she had a feeling that this internship was a great way to at least figure it out. “If you don’t mind me asking… did you always know this was what you wanted to do?”
Evan could see the determination on her features. She was already proving herself to be able to string together coherent sentences in her writing. That was a step up that Evan was reluctant to become too dependent on. The last thing she wanted to do was get used to having Cora around and then find out that she didn't want to be in the journalist field any more. Evan would just be heartbroken and she would have to go back to the painful interactions with the brain dead interns that Mal seemed to hire out of pure pity. She turned to face Cora properly, one leg crossed over the other and in a comfortable position. She wanted to get to know the blue haired girl and she wanted to spend a good amount of time dedicated to that goal. "It's nice to meet you too, Cora." From the writing samples she had been given, it seemed like she was bright, well versed, and actually knew what she was doing. If the girl turned out to be boring as hell and impossible to work with, then she might end up on a receiving end of one of Evan's infamous rants.
She had a reputation of being a hard ass, but it was because she knew what it took to get to the point where she felt comfortable enough to put her feet up on the desk. She worked hard and the rest of them had to keep up with that. Mal did, Adam not as much. There were other good writers with In the NOLA, but sometimes it did feel like the weight of it all was on Evan and Mal. She could use someone to give her a challenge at work, or at least give her enough confidence that she could maybe take a vacation without worrying about coming back to Mallory burning the place down from agony.
Evan sat up comfortably and listened to Cora's life about moving from San Francisco and into Phalanx. "That must have been a big ole transition. California to Louisiana." She couldn't imagine living anywhere else. She would want to visit other places and see the world, but it was a lot that she wanted to do with work first. She thought about going somewhere with Mallory or maybe one of her brothers. Though she had no idea what kind of vacation she could go on where Will and Gaspard would both be happy. Her brothers were weird as hell and the three Charbonneau kids were wildly different. "You like it enough down here?"
Evan perked up when she heard the Quarter Cafe and knew that that was why she looked so familiar. "Yeah! You're there in the mornings a lot! I love that place, it's like my second home." She tucked one leg under herself to get comfortable and thought about what Cora asked her, "I've always loved writing, I wrote stories for local papers and writing contests at libraries. I never won anything, but I loved it. I started as an intern here, and I've been working hard ever since."
