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
As the community reels from the untimely death of Lucia Lovelle, life has to move on. Primrose readies for the annual Prom celebration! Keep your eye out for a event board and have fun!
02.27.19
It's not too late to vote for February's OTM winners! The winners for January, keep an eye out on your messages for your winner's graphics for your signature. Already voted? Make sure you check out the Mardi Gras event board! Party up, have a good time, and enjoy!
It was the first day of the semester and let me tell you Dick was not having it.
"Okay, but, I told you that I need my own room and I know I told you in English so I don't really understand what the issue is here," he argued with Primrose staff. Christ, he couldn't share a room with someone. He had very specific standards that needed to be met and if he got a roommate who annoyed the fuck out of him he was going to hang the guy out a window by his toenails.
"Very well, I'm going," he called back in exasperation as he hauled his suitcase over to the room he'd been assigned. Someone was already there, which irked him, so he walked right over to the empty bed and tossed a bag over it. "Hello," he offered the other young man in the room, nodding slightly as he turned to open his bag. I know what you're thinking, but yes, Rich greeted his roommate. He's not a barbarian.
"I will stay in my own space and I expect you'll return the same courtesy," he said, his attention remaining mostly on his possessions as he pulled them out of the large bag. "My name is Richard. Rich, if you find that you're so busy that stripping a syllable will award you valuable time." He never really got why people used nicknames in his case in particular... but evidently 'ard' required a lot of effort to pronounce.
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Jan 14, 2019 1:19:18 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
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Monday had been in the midst of unpacking when the door to his room flew open and a small, surly young man waltzed in. The large shifter froze in the middle of placing the last of his belongings into his closet when the door burst open. Primrose was a place full of opportunity for the young man. It was a place where he could shed the reputation that he’d been burdened with and become a new man. Throwing off the shackles of introversion and shyness proved harder than he had imagined especially when faced with such unabashed confidence.
He watched timidly as the other boy tossed his luggage onto his bed and began to lay down the ground rules of how their relationship was going to play out. Monday bit his bottom lip as his new roommate introduced himself as Richard. I thought I’d just dig a moat and we’d keep our stuff separate that way. The quip stopped somewhere between his brain and his mouth. He began to ring the red sweatshirt in his hand as he summoned the courage he needed for such a common social interaction.
“Uh, i-it’s nice to meet you, Richard. That is an easy enough name.” He cursed himself for the slight waver in his voice but he pressed on. “My name is Gideon, Gideon Beauchene but you can call me Monday if you want. Everyone else does. Well, I mean, my friends and family do but I hope- I mean I’d like it if we could be friends.” Monday remained in the doorway of his closet as he looked to the other boy. They were starkly different in many regards in the appearance department. At fourteen Monday was already larger than most fully grown men and still growing. He stood nearly six feet tall and was quickly amassing muscle with every passing day.
Despite the obvious size difference between them Monday felt small under Richard’s scrutiny. His posture reflected as much as his shoulders slouched and his head tilted forward submissively. He only looked to the other boy from beneath his heavy brows and never for too long. Everything about his appearance seemed to be planned to avoid attention. Between his posture and his dark, oversized clothing it seemed he wanted nothing more than to disappear into the background.
“So, um, is this your first year at Primrose too? What classes do you have?” Monday scrambled to find something to keep the conversation going in order to get better acclimated to his roommate. Going off of Richard’s stature and their status as roommates it was easy for Monday to draw the conclusion that Richard was the same age as him. He hoped that somewhere the two might have had some common ground on which to stand upon.
For a rather intimidating-looking kid, this young man seemed to be quite timid. Rich picked up on it right away, the way he spoke... the way he carried himself. His size made him look like he could be an Olympic athlete. A waste of a useful body, really, for someone who seemed so unsure of himself.
He stared at the boy as he went on about his name, raising an eyebrow as he expressed his desire to develop a friendship with his roommate. "Pleasure to meet you, Gideon," he deadpanned.
"Your name is French," he acknowledged with interest after a few more moments of pulling possessions out of his bag. "Parles français?"* he asked, the possibility piquing his interest. Of course, he didn't expect that he spoke the language just because of his name. Being in NOLA, however, he figured it was possible.
"This is my second year. Why I was paired with you-- I'm at a loss." It seemed that the Primrose administration sucked ass for several reasons. It was whatever, though. Rich wasn't there to make friends, so what did it matter who he was paired with?
"I'm taking mostly history, literature, and psychology courses. I intend to attend a linguistics program at university once I finish here." So he had to do the best he could to prepare for that without having relevant courses specific to his desired field. He could have turned the question around and asked Gideon which classes he was taking, but he didn't care.
"What is your 'unnatural' ability? I'm going to need to know if it'll put my safety, my quiet environment, or the room's organization or structure at risk." Like, if the guy exploded in his sleep every night Rich was going to need to know about that because he'd hire someone to build a wall through the middle of the room if he needed to.
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Jan 20, 2019 0:15:19 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
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Monday’s face lit up as Richard dipped into French. “Oui! Ehh, plus et moin. Mon arrière grand-mère m'a appris. Je le parle surtout à la maison. Où as-tu appris à parler français?” His words fell out of his mouth quickly, the Cajun twang easily identifiable. Monday was prepared to continue the rest of the conversation in French until Richard dipped back into English. Monday had forgotten about the sweater in his hand and the tension in his shoulders eased as he found the common ground that he desired. The information that Richard was older than him was slightly off putting and he arrived at the same quandry that his roommate did. Monday was under the impression that they were supposed to be the same age or at the very least in the same grade.
Richard didn’t ask about Monday’s own course load but he thought letting his roommate know would be the polite course of action.“Oh, um, I’m just taking a lot of general education classes. I’m not a thousand percent sure what I want to do when I get out of here and I’m not fond of the idea of dedicating myself to a course that won’t benifit me in the future. I’m taking culinary arts for my humanities though. It sounded like it would be fun.” Monday smiled sheepishly, embarrassed by his own indecisiveness. He knew that once his parents heard about his classes they’d begin to push him towards the economic courses offered at Primrose. Until that happened he would enjoy the limited freedom he had.
“Uh, I’m a shifter.” Monday hesitated, looking up and meeting Richard’s eyes for the first time since he sauntered into their room. It was likely the first time the other boy was able to see the crystal blue, reptilian eyes that Gideon possessed. “More specifically I’m a crocodile shifter, a Saltwater Crocodile shifter. I hope that isn’t a problem for you.” Most children would have said those words with a modicum of snark and sarcasm. Monday was completely sincere, worried that his secondary form might unnerve Richard. “I have a good handle on my abilities so you don’t have to worry about me crocing out or running around naked… I don’t know why I mentioned the naked thing… What can you do?”
Monday was eager to shift the focus of the conversation from himself and over to his new roommate. There was something about him that caused the reptile to believe that he had little qualms about discussing himself.
Tags: @richard Translation: Yes! Ehh, more and less. My great grandmother taught me. I speak it mostly at home. Where did you learn to speak French?
