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!
Dakota was actually sort of excited about it... more so than he was about the Prom. The torturous social event of the year was days away and while every pretentious girl was picking out her makeup, Kota was brainstorming.
He and Scarlett had been asked if they could create a sort of message board forum-- something that allowed for people to log in and see updates regarding Primrose. It would ideally also facilitate communication by providing an email and/or messenger platform.
While the school was more than wealthy enough to hire someone for the job, it was determined that a student-made website would look good for the school.
They were offered credit and a to-be-determined scholarship should they successfully carry out the project. Kota knew Scarlett pretty well but he hadn't spent much time with her alone... so that part was kind of weird. But there was no way in fucking hell he was going to invite her to his dorm to do the work. His friends were annoying as fuck and they were also professional distractions.
And so he asked Scarlett to meet him to go sit for a bit, talking about their ideas before going to grab some lunch. It was honestly the kind of lowkey afternoon that Kota preferred. He was looking forward to it.
He stood outside, taking note of the uncharacteristic breeze tugging at his braids. For Louisiana, it was a pretty nice day.
"Hey," he greeted when he heard her approaching. He adjusted his grip on a laptop under his arm.
"You wanna go find a place to sit for a few minutes? I have a Google Doc full of algorithms we might be able to use."