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
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Coming to Monroeville brought to Kota a plethora of mixed feelings. He was apprehensive and guilty because he knew that Sophie may have still been there. He was frustrated because he carried with him adaptive equipment to facilitate his work with the computers. And he was eager to work with computers at all, having expected to be forced into a different field after losing his vision.
Of course, he'd have been more eager had it not been for the requirement that he attend an orientation. He was new-- he got it. He could see the benefit of him sitting in a room while someone explained to him what exactly he would be doing. What he didn't get, though, was that this orientation wasn't about teaching him how to do his job. It was about the Monroeville interns developing positive relationships with each other. Why he needed to make friends with people he'd likely never encounter again was beyond him. And yet, he found himself sitting in the recreation room waiting for the meeting to start, having convinced himself that arguing would not help him in any way.
It seemed like hours as slowly, the number of occupants in the room (and with them, the noise they made) grew. An employee began the meeting with an introduction before pairing people off-- a hindrance that Kota had not expected to deal with. A partner? He'd thought they'd just be listening to someone talk-- what the fuck were they going to be doing?
"First, you will be introducing yourselves to your partners."
"Jesus Christ," he muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck as he remained seated. Footsteps sounded around him as people identified their assigned partners by the mandatory name tags they were wearing. "Mary," he called, just loudly enough to catch his partner's attention. "I'm Kota," he introduced, figuring that his tag displayed Dakota, a name that he was not so accustomed to answering.
"So, uh-- what're you doing here? As an intern." Jesus, he hated small talk.
Mary had hardly slept the night before. After all, it had been the eve of her long-desired internship at Monroeville Hospital. She had spent all Summer interviewing in hopes of getting a spot, and nearly cried tears of joy when they gave her one – a decision that she knew had been made (at least in part) because of her unique ability. She had longed to work in a similar environment since her days at St. Augustine, when she would volunteer at local group homes and rehab clinics. Now she sat beaming in the front of the classroom, fixated on the presenter's every word and scribbling notes when necessary. She was excited to not only help patients – many of whom were around her age and possessing unique abilities like her own, but to also work with her peers and hopefully, make some new friends along the way.
Looking around the room, her fellow interns were a mixed bag. Most were from Primrose and Phalanx, with a few from outside schools. The Primrose kids, unsurprisingly, seemed less than excited to be there. Dress code was business casual, and many put the emphasis on casual. Mary could feel that the mood of the room hovered around 'slightly annoyed' and then tanking when the presenter announced that she would be pairing people off into partners. The number of audible groans was unsurprising, but Mary nevertheless eagerly looked around the room for her assigned partner, Dakota. She thought it was a beautiful name.
She didn't have to search for long, as Dakota called her over by name. As Mary approached her partner, she felt like she was wading into a sea of negative emotion, not the least of which was frustration. All of this overshadowed whatever physical intimidation Mary felt by his presence. She began to wonder how he ended up here...he certainly wasn't a native to Louisiana. "I'm Kota." He introduced himself. Mary took note that he preferred 'Kota' to 'Dakota.'
"Nice to meet you Kota! I'm Mary..." She grinned and offered her hand but Kota didn't seem to notice. She awkwardly withdrew it, and noticed that Kota seemed to be staring at a point past Mary, rather than at Mary herself. Was he blind or just awkward?
"So, uh-- what're you doing here? As an intern." He continued without acknowledging Mary's visible confusion.
"I uh, I'll be working with the psychological counselors here and talking with patients directly. You could say I have uh, a healing effect on people." She paused, wondering if her ability currently had any effect on Kota.
"What will you be doing? I see1 you're from Primrose?" She knew the latter, but figured they may as well try to get to know each other more.
Post by Dakota Chotke on Feb 21, 2019 16:45:35 GMT
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He supposed it could have been worse. He could have been paired with someone who was equally as miserable as he was. They'd have sat there in awkward silence and resentment until they were free to go. Mary seemed willing enough to try... and so maybe he'd be slightly less irritated by the end of their encounter. Or... maybe her optimism would drive him insane. It could have gone either way.
Her tone and pause was familiar to him. He wasn't stupid-- he knew that some people noticed pretty quickly that he couldn't see. While he didn't tend to introduce himself with that information, sometimes it just seemed that bringing it up would ease some awkwardness. And so he did.
"Blind," he informed as certainly as he would had he been able to hear her thoughts. People were predictable, but he wasn't particularly annoyed by it. "Guessing you're not," he said, smirking slightly.
He nodded when she mentioned her ability. In the small bit of hindsight that he possessed regarding her presence, he did notice something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it made more sense now that he was aware. "Euphoria without the needle, huh?" That was something that grabbed his attention.
"I'll be working in the tech department-- not sure exactly what, yet," he explained. He kind of figured he'd be tossed around as needed.
"Yea. You don't go there, do you?" he asked when she mentioned Primrose. "It's not as great as people think it is. Just a bunch of snobs." And he was barely ashamed to say that he was one of those snobs.
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Post by Mary Magdalena Sutton on Mar 31, 2019 17:49:39 GMT
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"Blind...guessing you're not." Kota smirked, seeming to sense Mary's initial confusion. She wasn't quite sure how to respond. "No...no I mean...uh sorry!" She felt her face begin to redden from embarrassment (fortunately he couldn't see xD). While Mary's sarcasm detector has never been as finely tuned as her phalanx peers (which had lead to an awkward situation on more than one occasion), she could feel a spike of amusement pierce through the air of frustration that surrounded Kota. Mary took it as a sign that he wasn't actually offended.
"Euphoria without the needle, huh?" While Mary didn't appreciate the comparison of her ability to drugs, she supposed one could be made. People had even used that exact word before to her, euphoric. And like drugs, her ability to make people feel better was only temporary. But that was why she was here now in Monroeville. To help people get better permanently. "You could say that..." She frowned. "I'd like to think it's a bit more helpful than heroin." She said a bit more coldly than she meant.
"Tech department? That sounds interesting! Alot of that stuff goes over my head though..." She awkwardly laughed. Her Catholic school wasn't exactly known for its cutting-edge technology, and attempts to set up her first laptop at Phalanx ended in tears of frustration.
"Yea. You don't go there, do you?...It's not as great as people think it is. Just a bunch of snobs." Primrose certainly had that reputation, and from the few Prim students she had met, it seemed more or less accurate. Kota though, despite his gruffness, didn't seem to be a snob. "I go to Phalanx; it can be a bit...wild at times." That was putting it mildly. She knew Phalanx House had its own reputation. "And well for the record, you don't seem like a snob to me." Mary laughed.
"So where are you from? If I may ask." Mary supposed there were worse roundabout ways to ask about his American Indian heritage, but she was also genuinely curious about where he was from. Boarding school kids came from all walks of life, but most of her classmates growing up were Louisianan. She loved meeting people from different backgrounds.
