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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05.11.19
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02.27.19
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The text from Marilyn had come out of the blue, but Eppie had still snatched up her phone to answer it. Their Baton Rouge bar meeting had been a while ago; she had been afraid the other woman had forgotten about it. Every time she had picked up the phone to try and make out a text to Mary, she had chickened out. It felt intrusive, somehow, like she was overstepping; catching Mary after a lecture had been one thing. Going out of her way to make the first contact felt like another entirely. She wanted to see Mary again, just to talk to her in that easy way. Monroeville aside, her affinity for the brilliant but sad woman remained.
So, when she had heard the text tone go off, she had scooped up the phone and sent a reply quicker than probably was decent. An affirmative to meet, a slight arrangement of times, and she was once more out on a Friday night, to meet with a woman so heavily connected to Monroeville that the thought alone was enough to give Eppie a headache. Bundled against the chilling breeze that swept through the street, Eppie kept her head low as she walked the rest of the way to the restaurant Mary had recommended. She had dressed carefully for the occasion: boots, jeans, jean jacket buttoned to cover a more “going out” style top than she was used to. It had been a holdover from college days, colored deep purple to blend in at LSU tailgates.
She had managed, thankfully, to escape Phalanx without too many prying eyes or questions. There were definitely some that she didn’t want asking about where she was going, but no one had stopped her. It was only once she was past the block that she relaxed and prepared to shed the “Ms. Morgan” from her brain. It wasn’t until she was officially around the corner that she opened the top-most buttons of the jacket. It felt like a secret mission, which was ridiculous. She was allowed to have friends outside of Phalanx; she was allowed to talk to people. Even if the only reason she looked them up originally was their connection with Monroeville.
Eppie ducked into the quiet restaurant Marilyn had picked and decided that Mary must have had a type. It was a little louder, rowdier than the one in Baton Rouge but not by much. It was easy enough for Eppie to get in and find a secluded two-top for them. Her heel thrummed against the bar between her chair’s legs, betraying the nerves she had tried so hard to steel. Baton Rouge had felt easy. Why did this feel hard? It felt less like her home turf, she supposed. She was still new to New Orleans, despite having moved down in July. There were a great many new experiences the city had to offer, all across the board. As she ordered a sweet tea for herself to start with, she hoped this would be half as good as the first time round.
my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went
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NOTES:Euphemia Louise Morgan , lemme know if you need me to fix anything <3 and also the font, it might be too light
Going out with someone was something Marilyn never thought she’d do while her job held her hostage at Monroeville Hospital. She was just always so busy, whenever she finally got off of work or pried from her studies it was at least past one in the morning. It’s hard to schedule friends around a calendar like that, and to be honest, Marilyn wasn’t exactly friend material 90% of the time anyway. When she finally had a Friday open up in her schedule she wasn’t really sure what to do with it. Her night with Eppie in Baton Rouge had been playing in her brain on repeat since she’d gotten home early that morning. It was a total spur of the moment occurrence, one second she was looking over statistics at her desk, the next she was reading a text she had already sent Eppie’s way. Mortified, she was worried Eppie would outright refuse her, but the other woman hadn’t. She was quite pleasant, actually. They agreed upon a meeting place and that was that.
Deciding on what to wear was a whole other ordeal for the bookish doctor. Her entire wardrobe was business plus, she had more blazers and pantsuits than empty beer bottles in her apartment. There was a minimum amount of ‘dressy’ clothes, and next to nothing for casual wear. Frowning, Marilyn took out a simple black cotton dress – it would have to do. Slipping the dress over her head, Marilyn noted how it seemed a little looser than the last time she wore it. The garment still accented what little curves she had, but definitely did more to highlight her 90’s model waifish figure instead. Her knobby elbows and protruding collarbones disgusted her. Grimacing at her sight of herself in the full length mirror, Mary spun to get a large full length coat. Double purposed – keeping her warm and hiding her body, it was a win/win piece.
After applying minimal makeup, Marilyn made her way out onto the cold streets of New Orleans. The dinky little restaurant Marilyn had suggested wasn’t terribly far from her home – a ten minute walk, fifteen in heels. And, if the night turned out terribly, there was a bar just around the corner where the staff knew Mary all too well. It was perfect. Upon entering the establishment it wasn’t hard to find the bright other woman. A shy smile and wave later, she was sitting across from Eppie.
“Hi, sorry I’m a bit behind, didn’t realize how long it would take to walk here in these.” Her voice wasn’t quite as steady as she wanted it to be as she kicked out her leg to show off a pair of nondescript black heels. As much as Marilyn won’t admit to herself that she has a drinking problem, she was definitely feeling the lack of booze in her veins at that moment. The temptation to order a beer with dinner was really strong, but Mary settled on a black coffee instead. She didn’t need Eppie knowing she was a total lush.
”I had meant to text you sooner, but work… Y’know.” Mary told Eppie lamely. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous about this meet up. Maybe, she thought, that it was because she didn’t really have any friends, and Eppie was starting to look like a good contender. If Mary didn’t fuck that up, of course. She did have a reputation for being able to muddle things with people. “How have you been?”
Eppie could not remember the last time she had made plans and gone out with a friend that wasn’t related to her job. Colleagues and coworkers, they had already determined, were a tricky lot. Time and space away from all the confusing and hectic things that accompanied them would do her some good, she told herself. She shrugged off malingering irritations from student data, paperwork, and everything else related to four white brick walls and whiteboards. Right then, all she wanted was a good dinner and maybe a casual drink or two. Judging from her memory of the last time they met, that would not be hard to achieve with Marilyn. She was never a hard drinker and had no plans to be, but she could handle a few, considering she was finally out the prying eyes of the students at Phalanx. It always felt like they would find her in a compromising position in the house, even if her definition of “compromising” was them happening upon her wearing socks without shoes.
The restaurant was nondescript and thankfully tucked away enough that it wasn’t swarmed or stressful to wait in. It was nice enough, even if she had been spoiled by the Gorgon’s Head. It seemed strange now, to be out among the regular populace, when, just a few months ago, it had been quite the other way around. She had become so comfortable that she took Phalanx and other gifted-friendly spaces for granted. Her power wasn’t showy. She could perform it just about anywhere discreetly, but she always felt like she had to speak in a hushed whisper about anything close to it in public. She itched already to tell Marilyn about it. The woman worked at Monroeville; she was already in on the community. It would be nice, she reflected, to remove one of the many veils of pretense between them. Besides, they could meet at better places afterwards.
Eppie stood up when she found the other woman at the door, waving her toward their table for two. “Don’t worry about it; those heels are worth it,” she assured her with a smile and dismissive wave as she took her seat again. She had begun to worry, just a little bit, but there was no reason for Mary to know that. It was enough that the woman was there right then.
She nodded in agreement; she sure did know. She may not have been impacting research, but with the current semester coming to a close, the energy in the home and school had built up tremendously. The weather turned colder, and the kids got hyped up. That would have been enough in any school, but Phalanx presented its own challenges when students got too carried away. “I understand completely. It’s a busy time of the year. I’m glad that you were able to find time to sneak away, though.” It was nice to know that she was not the only one who had found Baton Rouge fun enough to repeat. There was something validating about that thought. “I’ve been busy myself, but more of the same old, same old. Hormonal teenagers, grading papers, being buried in paperwork. The whole nine yards.”
She smiled kindly at the server who brought their drinks and took a sip of her sweet tea. It was perfect, thank the Lord. “So, how have you been, though? Besides busy?”
my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went
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NOTES:Euphemia Louise Morgan , lemme know if you need me to fix anything <3 and also the font, it might be too light
Marilyn smiled as she tucked her feet under her chair. At least her fashion choices were appreciated – Jasper didn’t notice things like what shoes she wore or anything of that sort. Not that it really mattered to Mary, it was just nice to be recognized occasionally. This is why she needed more girl friends, damn.
The waitress came back with Mary’s coffee and she nodded a thanks to the woman before taking a long sip. Her dark eyes returned to her dinner partner. “I’m guessing you sneaking away was no small feat either, huh?” She asked, remembering that Eppie was a teacher. Finals were generally in full swing this time of year, she was probably up to her eyes in papers to grade. A beat later Eppie confirmed Mary’s question, and a smile crossed the young alcoholic’s face. She could never be a teacher. She was far too impatient with those who just didn’t understand. Slowing down her thought process wasn’t in her nature. Once, while Mary was still in college for the first go around, she was certain she made a senior cry after he had tried to get her to explain some Cal 2 equation to him. Not much had changed since then. “Oh, you know. Same old.” Marilyn said cryptically. She couldn’t exactly delve into what it was she specifically did, working with superpowered humans and whatnot, but maybe she could give Eppie enough to sate her curiosity. “Seems like we’re at an influx of patients at Monroe. It’s a shame, the staff is running thin trying to keep up with everyone, but being a specialty care hospital we can’t exactly outsource.” Perhaps it was too much information to share with the woman, but it was still all nondescript enough that no one could say “Oh, you’re hiding and experimenting on metahumans in there.”
“I’m just,” She let out a loud sigh, followed by a small smile, “Really glad I could get away for a bit. And really glad it’s with you this time.” Another small smile, this one a bit shier than the last. She spoke the truth, though. Most nights off she spent by herself, alone in a crowded bar. It wasn’t any way to be whittling her life away. Maybe Eppie could help alleviate some of that crippling loneliness more often.
Eppie sipped her sweet tea and watched as Marilyn got comfortable in front of her. She couple appreciate the woman’s simple but flattering dress under the coat. It would have been the type of dress she might have picked out, which made her a little proud to know. It was a simple thing, connecting through clothing, but it only served to heighten the sense of solidarity she carried for the woman.
She nodded at the woman’s question with a little gust of breath from between her lips. “Small feat is a bit of an understatement, but if I look at one more paper, I might scream.” Considering she lived with her students and other adults who would be concerned about hearing ungodly wailing from her classroom, she had opted to put the grading away for the day and night. There were only a handful of students, but they still produced more than enough work, whether in the form of physical, emotional, or mental. Still, it was nice to be away from it all for a bit, with someone not connected except in the shadiest of ways. Briefly, she wondered if any of her current students had had run-ins with the woman across from her, but that just brought up more questions about Mary’s exact role in Monroeville. Questions she was nowhere near close to getting the answer to.
“Same old, same old is better than worse, I suppose,” she replied with a smile. She couldn’t shake the bit of distance in the words, and she tried to discreetly search the other woman’s face. Influx of patients. Interesting, she mused. Her obvious curiosity began to dissolve as she tried to internally dissect Mary’s statements. Specialty care was certainly an interesting choice of words to describe the care of their community. She tried to put on her best warm smile. “Sounds like you’ve been up to your elbows in it.” She sat on the reality of her power, knowing at some point that ruse would have to resolve itself. There would be a time she couldn’t get away with playing it too close to the vest.
But for now, Mary’s small smile chased that thought away. Ostensibly, she had come out to get away from powers, abilities, and all the complications that entailed. She could pretend to be purely human for a few hours more; she had done it most of her life, after all. “Me too. I really enjoyed talking with you in Baton Rouge; it’s super lucky that we don’t live too far from each other and can repeat it.” Her own smile was a little sheepish but bolder than Mary’s. Phalanx’s adult portion was mostly testosterone-heavy, and it was nice to have girl time. With someone who didn’t switch back into a guy at the end of it.
“And not to sound like a line or anything, but do you come here often? I’m just wondering what’s good on the menu.” Her smile broadened a little bit as she chuckled. “I’m still finding my way around New Orleans, truthfully. I’m always looking for the holes-in-the-walls.”
