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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♚ Several days had passed since Nerys all but dropped a nuclear bomb on the whole world. Outing the entire mutant community honestly should’ve been harder. Not even one person has tried or threatened to assassinate her, and honestly, she feels like she’s being left out of the club. With no actual threat it made secret late night outings much less fun.
Not that that meant Nerys didn’t do it of course.
The fierce woman was currently walking up the steps to a ritzy bar in the heart of New Orleans. Before, when she was aching for a drink, she’d go to Decl—The Gorgon’s Head, and flirt with whoever was keeping the bar that night. Now, Nerys has to get a little more creative with her alcohol consuming choices, because there is no way in hell she is ever setting foot back inside that nasty, sticky, Declan-owning bar.
Clearly she held no resent in her heart for the man.
Upon entering, the dull roar seemed to quiet a bit. Eyes avoided her person, and she was given a wide berth as she confidently made her way to the bar. The roar resumed once she claimed her seat and made no move to portal anyone out of there (that’s what she assumed the normies were afraid of anyway, that or her turning green and growing a second head. Who knew?). While Nerys did thrive under the attention of the spotlight, it was getting rather tedious for her to go about her day now.
“Your most expensive scotch, on rocks.” Her voice was sharp and articulate. For anyone who didn’t know her, it might have even come off as rude. Nerys’s candid personality didn’t sit well with most, and by no means was she personable – especially after her mini-crisis slash Declan fiasco. “And it better be old enough to vote. God knows I need it.” She mumbled the last part to herself as she rubbed her temple, fighting off the beginnings of a headache.
As it turned out, there were aa few perks to working at the Gorgon’s Head.
One of them was that, because it was a private club that required membership, it was assumed that the staff was top-notch. Which, okay, Isaac kinda was, even if he had to do things the boring old mundane way in other bars and pour like a person, rather than do tricks like making bottles of alcohol dance around on the table. Still, fancy bars were willing to shell out what Isaac considered obscene amounts of money to borrow him for a night, and considering he was starting fresh in a new city, he was disinclined to turn easy cash down at the moment. Besides, his powers didn’t make him entertaining. They only made him more entertaining. Granted, people had been a bit standoffish with him at first, but he was nothing if not charming, and already he’d made himself right at home in this bar.
Well, almost. It was too ritzy and fancy for his tastes.
Still, even as early as it was, it already had quite the crowd. Ike leaned against the bar, chatting with anyone who came up to him, keeping the bar immaculately clean (a feat that was easy when you could shear any liquids or stains off the surface as you wiped a rag over them).
He perked up when the din of the room died down and—aha. There was a face everyone of his particular persuasion could recognize. And she looked thoroughly unhappy with the world. Which might explain her beeline to the bar. Ike, dressed in slacks and a long-sleeved dark blue shirt with the top two buttons undone to reveal the white tee underneath, probably looked underdressed to her. Eh, can’t win ‘em all. “Your most expensive scotch, on rocks. And it better be old enough to vote. God knows I need it.”
Ike chuckled, pulling out a glass and setting it on the counter. “It’s kinda early in the election to be hurting for votes that bad, ain’t it?” he asked, reaching out with the tongs and grabbing a sphere of ice. With a seemingly careless air, he chucked the ice over his shoulder at the bar, though in reality he’d used his teke to guide the toss. He knew exactly where it would land. Smoothly, he turned, grabbed the glass, and slid it down the bar, running a finger along the wood as he followed. His tactile telekinesis crawled along the wood, invisible, subtly guiding the sliding glass to catch the flying ice ball, which he then caught and caused it to spin wildly around the inside of the glass’s rim, like a basketball shot that might go in or out. Finally, the ice landed in the glass with a clatter.
Ike grinned as he walked the bar, looking over the bottles on the shelves, and then finally pulled down a bottle of Famous Grouse. The little red bird wasn’t a common sight for him, since even the younger stuff was rare and kinda hard to come across, but it was quality stuff every time he'd served it. Ike turned and held it out to her so she could see it. “It’s only a 12-year, but I bet you’d rather have a good grouse than one vote today. Whatcha say?”
♚ It’s kinda early in the election to be hurting for votes that bad, ain’t it?
Nerys rolled her eyes and gave a small snort. “This is Louisiana and I’ve just dropped the largest progressive bomb on the world. People abhor change. I’m going to have to grovel over every vote at this rate.”Maybe Nerys was being a teeny bit more dramatic than necessary. Obviously (in her mind anyway), she would get all of the mutant votes, but a good chunk of the mutant demographics in New Orleans were still school aged. Which meant they couldn’t do jack to win her elections. She was at a disadvantage, but it was one that she did not intend on keeping for long.
The severe woman watched the bartender’s theatrics whilst he poured her drink. A feeling gnawed at the back of her mind after watching quite the spectacular display, but she wouldn’t ask him about it. Not yet anyway. “Speaking of, you seem to be on good terms with my sudden announcement.” Her inflection made the statement pose as a question. While no one seemed to outright despise Nerys and her mutant abilities yet, not many have made it a point to be cordial to her. This man seemed downright friendly. It was unnerving. “For today, the Grouse will work. Catch me again in a couple of months and I may be singing a different song.” To be completely fair, she completely did this to herself. At worst some would classify it as her narcissistic tendencies, at best she was a glutton for punishment. She was certain Declan would have a few choice words about her announcement, but Nerys was doing her damned best to avoid that drama altogether. Tonight would be drama free, and dare she say it – fun.
“I’m afraid you've got me at a disadvantage, sir. You seem to know me, but I don’t even know your name.”
Ike chuckled at her words. True, Louisiana had never been the first state in the country to pick up change, but in his humble opinion, it was less due to hate and more due to laziness, apathy more than anything truly negative. “Ahhhh, I wouldn’t worry about that. Most folks ‘round here won’t care if you can flip a car or turn into a giraffe or some such nonsense, so long as you don’t do it on their lawn.” He pulled the bottle of Grouse off the shelf and expertly rolled it down his arm, across his shoulders, and down the other arm to his waiting hand. Years of experience in this sort of thing translated to supreme confidence—he hadn’t even needed his powers for that particular trick. Being fair, his power-based tricks were a bit more impressive. Ike cracked the bottle open, filled the glass, and slid it in front of Nerys with a slight bow and a flourish, professional air marred only by the grin on his face.
He closed the bottle back up and put it away as she pointed out his nonchalance over the whole thing. Ike, very much live-and-let-live, just gave a shrug of his shoulders. “No point crying over spilt milk. If I were in your situation, I dunno what I woulda done, but if you want my personal opinion, it’s probably better this way.” He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “Ain’t gonna pretend to know why you chose to tell everyone, but if it’s as big as you made it out to be, it couldn’t stay secret for long, even in voodoo country. Might turn out to be a blessing in disguise that the world found out because you chose to tell ‘em, rather than because someone has the power to explode or something and decides to throw a party.” He had an inkling that finding out in a peaceable fashion would go better for them all, if it came down to that.
Ooh yeah, he hadn’t introduced himself properly, had he. “Sorry about that. Name’s Isaac, but everyone calls me Ike. I just moved to town a month or so ago. Been tending bar all over the town, here and there. Not too many places of finery like this one have hired me, but I’ve probably served in half the dives ‘round here already. Been awhile since I worked in NOLA, almost forgot how lively and colorful the people are.”
He blinked and looked around the room, with all the quiet, proper people. “Well. Maybe not in here so much, but…” He shrugged again.
“So I’m afraid if you want there to be a next time for you to sing a new tune, you’ll have to come looking for me. Upside is, if you find me, I sing a few songs myself in…uh…more relaxed settings.”
♚ A wry smile spread across Nerys’ face. Her new friend here certainly wasn’t wrong – as long as you did whatever you were doing and kept them out of it, they didn’t care. Ignorance is bliss, perhaps. She hadn’t felt the need to reply to his comment, her smile and a brief nod was as much as she would give on that matter. Nerys continued watching her bartender as he poured her drink with more flourish than she had seen in some of the ritziest bars in Paris.
To be fair, she also wasn’t paying too much mind to her bartenders in Paris, unless they were in her bedsheets.
It was impressive, Nerys decided, and she let the man know with an approving glance. He was quite attractive, seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and had a certain air of confidence about him. Another drink or two and she might start considering trying to take him home with her. After sipping her chilled poison, Nerys let out a small groan. The liquid gold burned in all the right places, and she didn’t know how much she had needed that drink until that moment. “The Grouse was a brilliant suggestion.” She complimented, savoring the tingling feeling it left behind on her lips. “It was only a matter of time before the world found out. Whispers of Monroeville and that poor dead girl were already leaking into the local papers – I just happened to drop the bomb before anyone else could.” There was obviously more to it than that. There was so much more, but Nerys wasn’t going to get into that with a stranger at a bar the day after she announced she was here to usurp the mayoral throne. At least not until she was a few drinks in, anyway. “Lovely to meet you Ike. I’m Nerys. My friends call me ma’am.” The slightest twinkle in her eye and crooked smile gave away her tease. “I’ll have to be sure to hunt you down next time. And hopefully not in a place that’s as frightfully dull as this one.” She agreed with him. While upscale bars were definitely her speed, they didn’t provide nearly as much entertainment as a good, dingy dive. “So you sing, too? My, is there anything you can’t do?” The charm was turned on and the alcohol only emboldened the woman.
A sleek black card was pulled out of Nerys’ smart clutch – she passed it to Ike with her typical refined mannerisms. “Start a tab for me, I think I might be here awhile.”
