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 picked up two coffees, a sack full of beignets, and her best apologetic face. She did feel bad about what happened the last time she saw Mallory. It just- she was still struggling to see how it was her fault. She had gotten to work, a typical Thursday. She was on her second or fifth cup of coffee, it was hard to keep track that close to the weekend and that close to a deadline. She was in a downright pleasant mood. She was feeling completely free from the weight of Adam Butler hanging over her. It had been about three weeks since he told her he was going to Europe to find his passion, and about three weeks since she pelted him with shoes and possibly a lamp or two.
Whoever randomly assigned the abilities in DNA did the world a favor when they neglected to give her telekinetic abilities to pair with her telepathy.
The three weeks since Adam left, she felt weird being in the office. Sitting at her desk was a whole different wave of emotions that were uncomfortable to think about. Three weeks of working on herself and figuring out who she was. She still had no idea, but at least she didn't think about the red head as anything more than her best friend's brother. Least she didn't think about the other things as much. Probably for the best that he left her on the desk. Really for the best that they kept missing each other after that. They kissed a few times, but she knew that it would have been a lot harder to move on if they finished what they had started. She might have thrown a lot more than a lamp or two at him if they did.
Evan scaled the stairs to Mallory's apartment, ready to apologize to her friend and boss for her behaviors. Even if she still failed to see her fault in it. She was in a good mood, second or fifth cup of coffee in hand and-- then she saw it. Her perfectly organized desk, her papers where she had specifically left them the night before was covered in some steamed milk latte that some moron spilled everywhere. Her papers, her work, her drafts, her work computer. All of it.
Honestly at that point she just saw red and would probably have to consult the security camera for a more accurate description of what happened. She knew that she was screaming a lot, she knew that she was insulting their mothers for not swallowing that night, and she was pretty sure most of it was in straight up cajun dialect of French. Her mother was a Cajun woman who met a Parisian man. She was bold and beautiful, she enjoyed nature and showed compassion to everyone who passed her. Her father was about keeping up appearances and company dinners. The fondest memories from her childhood of them was when they would dress up beautifully and go to functions. She would admire her mother's long blonde hair as she combed it free of the flowers or grass that they had been playing in. They would dress up and go out. When they would get back, she thought her father a gentleman for taking her baby sitter home.
Evan tapped her forehead against Mallory's door, a physical representation of how dumb she felt looking back on it. She thought her father a gentleman, when he was only taking her home to fuck her in the backseat.
"Mal? It's me." She had a key, but coffees and bags of treats were meant to be treated with respect and not placed on the ground. She put more value into the treatment of her coffee than she did about the memories of her father. There was no wonder she was the way she was and the weekend she just had was even more proof that there was something deep in her that was self-destructive and cruel to those who she loved the most.
Guess the apple didn't fall far from the poisoned tree of Henri Charbonneau.
Post by Mallory Nadine Butler on Jan 22, 2019 0:25:19 GMT
Mallory was not at all a morning person. Actually, she was pretty sure that she wasn’t a person at all until she had reached the appropriate caffeine-to-blood ration pumping through her veins in the morning, a trait that she was sure was not at all healthy, but it hadn’t killed her yet, so she wasn’t going to change it anytime soon. Today, she was more exhausted than most days. See, last night, Mallory had tossed and turned all night, plagued by dreams that had felt prophetic more than anything else. Dreams of plane crashes, random hostel murders, and train derailments danced around in her head, and regardless of the carnage, her dreams centered around one familiar-looking corpse with a shock of copper hair. Mal was worried about her brother. It had been three weeks since he had left for his soul-searching adventure in Europe, and though he had remained in touch, it had been a few days since she’d heard anything.
There were people who said she was worrying too much, but she couldn’t help it. All their lives the two of them had been practically joined at the hip, this was the farthest they had been from each other from the time they were born. So of course she was worried.
There was, however, another matter that had caused Mal a significant amount of stress. When Adam had left New Orleans—and by extension the staff of In the NOLA—her father had decided that Mallory would take on her brother’s duties in addition to her own, which meant, essentially, that she was the controlling force of In the Nola. That alone was a major hike in her stress levels, because now if something happened, the responsibility for it fell on her, and her alone. It scared her, having that much control and that much responsibility, and while she hadn’t discussed the matter with her father, there had been a part of her that had wanted to refuse.
The unfortunate side effect of being in charge meant she was also responsible for keeping her employees in line, and holding them accountable when they weren’t. With some employees, that was hard. Case in point? Evangeline Charbonneau. The entire office knew that the two of them were friends, which meant that most of them were expecting her particular blindspot around Evan’s misbehavior. It also meant that she couldn’t have a blindspot about it. The incident that had happened yesterday, involving her best friend absolutely losing her mind over someone spilling coffee on her desk, in a very volatile and graphic way. Which meant that now, instead of handing that mess off to Adam, she had to deal with it, and it was something that she had not looked forward to. However, she needed to remain professional, if only to preserve the integrity of the paper that she loved, which meant that she’d ultimately had Evan walked out of the building, the rest of the staff reminded about cleanliness and needing to be fucking careful where they had their coffee, and the day went on. Still, there was a headache lurking in the back of her mind for the rest of the day, and it was something that felt like it had only gotten worse in her hours without caffeine.
Mal dragged herself out of bed as she heard a knock on the door. She had been up for hours now, staring at the ceiling and willing to drift back off, but the flashes of dreams that she could remember were enough to keep her awake. With a groan, she made her way to the door, though she paused when she heard the voice on the other side. Evan was here for a visit. For a moment, Mal was confused; Evan had a key, she didn’t have to knock, and the two of them had walked into the other’s apartment for as long as she could remember. Crossing to the door, she unlocked it and flung it open, giving the woman on the other side of it a very tired smile. She was still in her pajamas, but considering Evan had seen her in a lot less recently, she didn’t really care at the moment. “Hey Ev, oh my god, is that coffee?” The mouthwatering aroma of it filled her nose, and she smiled brightly. “My hero. Oh, come on in!” She stood to the side, waiting for her best friend to walk through the door before shutting the door behind her. “Sorry, I just got up. How are you doing doll?”
Evan knew that Mal was going to be annoyed with her for what happened over the weekend. She promised Mallory that what happened with Monday a year ago was a one time thing. And it had been for a year. A whole year! She felt that she should get some sort of brownie points for that. Even if she didn't last long in the Girl Scouts. She might have lost her temper when Becky O'Brien sold more cookies than she did and she might have been removed from the premises by a few adults. Becky came out of it with a bloody nose, and Evan came out of it with a reputation for a solid right hook. She waited for Mal to open the door and knew that deep down there was another reason why she felt so horribly guilty over being with Monday over the weekend.
Mallory thought that Monday was cute on Thanksgiving.
When the door opened, she grinned when she saw her best friend. She knew that Mallory would hopefully understand that she had a deep connection with Monday after all these years and that she wouldn't be too bad about all of this. "It is, can't let you go uncaffeinated the week of your birthday." She had a present for her best friend that she wanted to give her with just the two of them. It was something that she knew Mallory would love, but that she wouldn't be able to justify buying for herself. She knew that Adam was probably going to spend his birthday in some orgy pile in Greece or on some nude beach in Spain. The more time away from Adam, the most she knew it wasn't a good fit with them. She handed up a coffee and carefully removed the bag of sweets from under her arm. She followed her best friend into her apartment and took a sip of her own coffee.
"You mean you weren't up at the crack of dawn doing that Karate Kid crane pose shit on your roof with the sunrise?" She asked, taking her favorite spot on Mal's comfortable couch. They had a lot to talk about and she considered giving her the birthday present before telling her about the weekend. Might as well butter her up as much as possible before telling her that she did the one thing that she promised Mal she was never going to do again. "You awake enough for an early birthday present, or do you need to become half alive first?" She asked with a grin, opening the bag of pastries for them to share. Breakfast of champions.
