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!
Did this really count as a first date? Ash pulled the nicer clothes from his closet and tossed them on his bed trying to figure out what he was supposed to wear on a not a first date. His bed was being taken over with decorative throw pillows and Euphemia's shampoo seemed to be engrained in his sheets, but they had never been on a proper first date. He could practically hear being chastised by his parents about taking a nice girl for granted. Ash fiddled with the nicer pants that he owed, feeling like it would also be acceptable to show up in his favorite pair of torn up jeans with more motorcycle oil on it than denim. No. Tonight had to be perfect.
The kids thought that they were being sneaky, but Ash knew that they were planning on crashing the Primrose Prom. He wanted to try to say no, he wanted to try to fault them for wanting to spend the night doing something that other teenagers were able to do. He knew that they wanted to spend a night doing what they would probably had been doing if they were living in their hometowns without abilities thrusted onto them. He was turning a blind eye to them preparing for the prom, so long as they did the same for his date. Plus, he taught them all well enough to know that if anything went south to not speak without a lawyer and to call him immediately. Carver was always a second option phone call for the kids, but they would run the risk of the call being missed due to being passed out in a bowl of whisky and Coco Puffs.
Ash pulled on the nice slacks, a button up shirt, and actually attempted to tame his blond hair. Tonight he was going to show Euphemia just how much she meant to him. That their time sneaking around, their stolen kisses and late nights would all be worth it.
He knocked on her room door, hoping she had gotten his note that was shoved under it about taking her out when the kids left. Mostly he just couldn't resist any chance that he could take to see her. She meant the world to him and he was sure that there could never be someone as good for him as her. She was just- perfect.
The kids thought they were being slick, and for once, Euphemia Louise was more than willing to let them believe it. They could go do God knew what at Primrose prom; the Lord knew that they needed it, too. It had been a hard time lately, and some fun (at the expensive of the ritzy private school no less) could do them all some good. Or it could all go spectacularly wrong, but either way, she was going out tonight, natural and child-related disasters be damned. If anything went wrong, Carver could always take care of it; he had to earn his keep every once and a while. Still, she knew Rosie had her number if there was a spontaneous fire or something similar.
Tonight, she was looking forward to putting “Miss Morgan” on a shelf and taking down “Eppie” in a place that wasn’t locked behind Ash’s door (as much as she enjoyed that). It would be a nice change of pace, to trade slacks for dresses that would make her grandmother blush. She had opted for a close fitting, off the shoulder white number that night. It went demurely to her knees, but the subtle split up the side felt anything but demure. It had been buried in the back of her closet for way too long, something that she had bought but chickened out of ever actually wearing. Once she had it on, however, she made herself a promise to never lock it away again. She read the note that had been slipped under her door one more time, just to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.
Her stomach was fluttering with butterflies, and she felt young and invincible, which was rather silly, but that was the effect Ash had on her. He was the kindest person she had probably known in her entire life, and his infinite patience was constantly tested – by the kids, by parents, by the world, by her. He deserved a quiet night out and so much more. Her own room had begun to feel like a stranger, and she could hardly look at her own bed. She couldn’t deny that she felt so much safer and welcome in his.
She leaned forward in the mirror and double-checked her makeup for the evening when she heard him knock. Well, this was it, wasn’t it? She took in a deep breath and swiped her clutch from the bed on the way to the door. She flung it open and was stunned into silence, just for a moment, as she took in his date night look. She didn’t even know he owned slacks, but it didn’t surprise her that he looked so good in them. “You look wonderful,” she chimed.
Spending time away from the school was probably the best thing that they could do for each other. Ash was going to make this relationship work. Eppie meant the world to him and he had wanted to do anything to make sure that she always felt loved, appreciated, and supported. He wanted to give her everything in this life and knew that she wanted the same for him. Together he really felt like they could really do some good with Phalanx and help the youth that usually made them want to tear out their own hair. He leaned against the door frame of her room and waited for the stunning beauty to come answer.
He would do anything for her and do anything to show her that together they were invincible and nothing could stop them. When the door opened? She was stunning. The dress that hugged her curves and embraced everything that he loved about her. Ash smiled when she claimed that he looked wonderful and clearly she was the better looking of their duo. "And you drop my jaw every time I see you." He gripped her hips and pulled her closer, taking full advantage of the kids being at Primrose for the evening.
Ash kissed her softly, sliding his hands back to squeeze her butt before letting her go. "You're just missing one thing." He quickly ducked into his room nearby and returned with a black leather jacket for her. "Can't risk anything when we go out on the bike." The van was the other option, but he was pretty sure that Carver had done unspeakable things in that van and he didn't want to risk Eppie picking up some STI or infection from it.
”So you don’t think it’s too much?” It was somewhere between a genuine question and a tongue-in-cheek comment. Her arms wound around his neck as he pulled her close and caught herself still peeking around the corner to make sure no kids were around them. She wouldn’t be surprised if one of them had skipped Primrose Prom just to scare the shit out of them. That would be pretty par for the course when it came to Phalanx. The hallway appeared to be clear, however, and she sunk into his kiss, just a little bit, before he pulled away.
Before she could protest, he had sped away and returned with a black leather jacket, and her eyes bulged out a bit. She had never been the black jacket and motorcycle type; the sheer thought of it would have sent her grandmother into shock. Her heart did a million flips when she took the jacket from him and slipped it on. It fit perfectly; she couldn’t hide her naked delight. ”This is lovely, Ash!” It felt remarkably natural on her, just the way her hand felt in his or how they could sleep in the same bed without so much as a single uncomfortable night. It was almost scary; it felt like a bullet train that had peeled out of the station and was heading steadily toward some unknown destination. Her instincts should have been screaming for her to pull the dead man’s brake, but to her surprise, it wasn’t. Her curiosity had always won before, but this was more than just a ‘what if.’ It was comfortable, and it was right.
”So where are we headed to tonight? You’ve been tight-lipped about it.” Her fingers had laced themselves into his without her even making a mood, and the silence of Phalanx was a boon. No kids, no shouts, no prying eyes, no endless questions. As much as she loved the kids, it was good for them all to get time apart for a bit.
