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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Post by Salome Sage Baptiste on Jun 5, 2019 7:07:52 GMT
❝ If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine I was born like this, don't even gotta try ❞
Salome Sage considered herself to be an okay friend. She performed regular check-ins. She reacted within accepted parameters to their issues. Sometimes, she even cared about what was going on in their lives. Well, like really cared beyond that vague sort of “oh shit that’s crazy lol” texting she had trod out when she mostly just wanted to skip to the good stuff or get people to stop texting entirely. Very few people ever reached that tier where she spent time thinking about their problems and how it must affect them. Grey was, of course, top of that list, because he was her brother and that felt like where he belonged. Evan was a close second. Evan fascinated her, and she could say without lying that she adored her. Where she heard signals, Evan heard thoughts. At least most of the things that she heard were supposed to be heard; Evan had to deal with the raw and unfiltered shit of the world.
But Evan had her own problems. Evan had a very over-bearing big brother who had a big crocodile friend, and apparently that’s what rung Evan’s bell or something. Either way, it was a tangled web that Sal didn’t exactly understand. Her own life was carefully combed and free of snags of that type. She wasn’t about to go out and sleep with Grey’s best friend, as that was also her friend Mal. It was like a big puzzle, and she was never in the mood to untangle it. If Grey had really cute friends that weren’t Mal (or who else? Carver? gross), it might have been more of a problem. But it wasn’t a problem for her, and so she found it hard to be understanding of Evan’s pile of problems.
But she had tried. And that was more than she could say about ninety percent of other people’s problems.
Since it was a problem she couldn’t solve, Sal had decided that distracting Evan was her best bet. She waited until what felt like an appropriate an amount of time had lapsed to invite Evan out to the Gorgon’s Head, wanting to get to her before the mutant hysteria got too high. That was another problem she didn’t want to think about and couldn’t solve, but as long as it didn’t hurt the profit margin of evOlvd, she was okay to watch it all play out. There wasn’t exactly a clear way to capitalize on it. Yet.
She felt the “I’m here” text before it actually reached her phone and craned her neck to see around the crowded bar. She waved her friend over when she finally saw her, holding out her favorite drink already. “Oh, finally. Girl, I thought you would never come out that tiny apartment,” she greeted the blonde. She took a pause to down her own drink before eyeing Evan up more fully. “So, are you any closer to figuring out your…what do you want to call it? The crocodile thing?” Her island accent buoyed the words against the thrum of the music.
Evan was in a world of piles of shit. Her work life? She was getting death threats from people claiming that she was just bad mouthing Monroeville because she thought that the people there aren't dangerous or worthy of salvation. The real reasons for Monroeville were coming to light, and there was a dangerous hippo on the loose. A murderous hippo in New Orleans. That was just work. Her older brother, the person who she cared for more than anyone in the world, was refusing to speak to her. Her brother found out about her and Monday and was giving them both the cold shoulder, and she wasn't sure how she could ever get their relationship back. Evan stripped from her work clothes, feeling the knots in her stomach from Will, and the tension in her shoulders from work. In the NOLA was going to be the death of her, but she couldn't think of a more appropriate way to go.
She pulled on a black dress and the red bottoms she saved a month for. Passing to her front door, she saw the framed picture of herself with her brothers. Will was the best big brother anyone could ask for and how she did repay him? She slept with his best friend. She took a deep breath and slowly released it, trying to keep her head on straight. She had feelings for Monday. She had since she met the croc and she really hoped that Will would see that one day. Until then, she was going to drink tequila and she was going to dance with Salome.
Salome was one of her best friends. Where Mal was her sister in every way, Salome was the wild child best friend that she didn't know she needed until they met. She was always encouraging Evan to try new things, to get into adventures. They stole a boat once. Walking down the street to the Gorgon's Head, she was looking forward to being able to spend time with her friend and getting all of this hippo and crocodile drama in her life.
The Gorgon's Head was full of life, though not all of it was positive. No matter how much she tried to keep all thoughts out of her head, some strong ones tried to sneak in. Thoughts of people lashing back against Nerys Oswald for outing them. Thoughts of fears that they had for retaliation. She pushed through the crowd, spying her favorite genius/beauty waiting with drinks. She grinned seeing the whisky glass in Salome's hand and reached out to embrace her friend. "Hey beautiful." She said, taking the glass and hugging her.
"Work has been crazy lately. Fucking hippos running all over the place." She scoffed at the tiny apartment comment, but compared to Salome's lavish life, she knew that she couldn't say anything. She took a deep drink from her glass, enjoying the burn that always started off a good night. "The crocodile thing?" She asked with a smile setting the glass down on the bar, "As in have my boyfriend and my brother resumed their co-dependent love fest? No. Will won't speak to us."
Post by Salome Sage Baptiste on Jun 11, 2019 4:33:15 GMT
❝ If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine I was born like this, don't even gotta try ❞
Sal really hadn’t had room to talk with the apartment comment. She spent more than her fair share of time tucked up in her own place, which was a mish mash of different equipment and half-started ideas that seemed good at first and then quickly became uninteresting. It was a good metaphor for her social life as well, where very people outlasted the initial try-out phases. Evan had, however, and she returned her hug as she came. “Looking gorgeous for an over-worked and underpaid journalist,” she complemented her friend. She eased out of the hug and leaned back against the bar, sipping from her own drink. Pings resounded around her and in her skull. She was definitely not gone enough yet to reach the quiet stage.
Her nose wrinkled as Evan brought up the Monroeville cluster fuck. She hated the place, had ever since Grey had been sent there, but it was never comforting to hear that everyone in the place had been let out. “Oh yeah, shit. I forgot about that.” She had. She had read the news, of course, but then one of mini-projects had kinked up. She had dedicated nearly a day and a half to smoothing it back out again, and in the daze of the hyper focus, the hippo had just been pushed to the back of her mind. “So what’s getting done about that shit, huh?” she asked. Evan always had the scoop; that was literally her job.
She watched Evan down a good bit of the drink; that pretty much answered her crocodile questions. “Just buy him a stuffed animal replacement. At the end of the day, Will just wants something to cuddle,” Sal informed her with a huff. “Tell him to just get a dog.” Dogs were gross, but Will would probably like that. Their meetings had always been brief, but he managed to make his feelings about her rather clear. Will did not like her, and if she cared, the feeling might have been mutual. But she largely didn’t care, so it wasn’t. Some beefed up white guy with more suits than sense wasn’t going to get her to stop hanging out with Evan. She and Evan made an interesting duo, who did interesting things like commandeer yachts from rich old men. They were busy women about town and bound to get into a few rough situations here and there. It wasn’t that big of a deal, at the end of the night.
“Hippos and crocodiles, E. Your life is basically a zoo,” she observed with a crooked smile. She drained the last bit of her drink and flagged the bartender to order another round. “So, what are your plans for the night? Because you’re looking at mine.” She lifted the drink the bartender brought, to make the point.
Being friends with Salome was something that she never expected for herself but she loved more than she could have words for. Growing up, she never got along with other girls. She had Connor, and she had her brothers, but that was about it. When she started to show her abilities, she was taken out of traditional school and tossed into homeschooling. A feat of great fortitude since it meant being around her father and step-bitch nearly constantly. When she was able to support herself, she was finished with her father and the bitch he married. She missed some parts of being at home, but it was mostly the memories of her mother. All of the good times that she had with her mom and her brothers growing up, all of the pictures that were shoved into boxes when Kyrie took command of the home. It was her mother that motivated her and kept her working hard despite the over worked and under paid life she was leading. "Ain't that the truth, not all of us can be geniuses."
She loved Salome with all of her heart and being around her just made things feel lighter and fun. She didn't have to worry about the threats, she didn't have to worry about her brother throwing a tantrum, she could just have fun. Drink a lot, get into some good trouble, everything that she deserved to do with how hard she worked. Evan set her drink down on the bar and looked over at Salome when she asked about what was going on with the Monroeville breakout. "I've been trying to get a quote from Blackthorn, but he's being a pain in my ass. From what I can gather, the residents there scattered to the wind and some of them might or might not have ended up at Phalanx." She used to spend a lot of time at Phalanx when her best friend was shipped there so the group home had a special place in her heart and she could only hope that Astor took care of them in the way that they deserved.
Evan took another sip of her drink and snorted a little when she heard the comment from Salome about getting Will a stuffed animal. "Will is acting like I'm some hoe who stole his man. Get him a stuffed crocodile toy." She knew that there were some girlfriends that wanted to monopolize their boyfriend's time, but she didn't. She knew that Will and Monday were close and she knew that they meant a lot to each other. She didn't want to take any of that away from them, she just wanted to be happy with Monday.
"A fucking zoo." She agreed finishing her drink. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked over at Salome. Plans for the evening that involved alcohol sounded perfect to her. "I think a bottle, maybe some dancing, and pretending like my life it's a shit show."
Post by Salome Sage Baptiste on Jun 19, 2019 2:57:03 GMT
❝ If I'm shinin', everybody gonna shine I was born like this, don't even gotta try ❞
“Oh, you’re so funny, honey.” Sal rolled her eyes good naturedly at the genius comment. That word had been thrown around a lot in her life, and it barely held any meaning anymore for her. Statistically, no one was a genius. Or maybe they all were. The studies got jumbled up in her head. The only thing she was good at was learning and connecting dots no one else tried to. On some level, she envied Evan and the things that came natural to her, like making friends and cultivating a social circle with ease. In some ways, that was why she made friends with Evan, to learn from her. Everything else that came afterward was just bonus, and now she could never imagine her life without Evan. It was funny how life tended to work like that.
Sal’s dealings with Blackthorne had fortunately been brief; the man even gave her the creeps. She never trusted a British white guy, a policy that had gotten her through life thus far. Phalanx, of course. It was good for wayward little mutant jay birds, but sometimes she forgot she spent the majority of her formative years there. It felt like a distant memory, hazy around the edges. Her roots had never gone too deep in Phalanx, except with her brother, of course. And he made friends enough for the both of them. “If they’re at Phalanx, they’re fine. It’s the ones that are unaccounted for that we should be worried about.” She grimaced. She knew that those in Monroeville weren’t all dangerous and shit, but some of them were. She had heard enough stories to know that.
But Monroeville was old news and she was easily distracted from it by current gossip and drama. “He’s probably blasting ‘Jolene’ and crying as we speak,” she teased her friend with a laugh. Will was a simple beast; she was confident he would come ‘round eventually. “We’ll find him a replacement tonight. He obviously likes them big, green, and scaly. Well, actually, maybe that’s just a Charbonneau thing. Doesn’t Gaspard have a lizard too?” Those damn Charbonneaus and their reptiles.
Dancing and drinking. Salome could handle that. Those were her go-to’s, and it was honestly surprising to her how much she could solve by swallowing awful, cheap alcohol and shaking her hips to and fro. “You have got it, my friend. If we don’t have headaches tomorrow, we definitely didn’t do tonight right.” She drained the rest of her drink and ordered two more shots, earning a look from the tender. She waved him off; they were both old pros at this.
Salome was brilliant whether she wanted to admit it or not. Evan sipped some of her drink, enjoying as it burned all of her problems away. A gentle relief from the chaos of her last few days. Blackthorne was a, she winced at the pun, thorn in her side and she knew that she would have to figure out what was happening at Monroeville. She had a plan months ago for how she wanted to reveal the monster behind Blackthorn's charming smile, but found herself reluctant now. Evan sipped her drink and watched Salome sway with the music, she thought about her brothers and how much they needed her to save them from their own brilliant stupid brains. About Mal and trying to wrangle the fucking interns without her.
The plan had been to commit herself to Monroeville and if she didn't get out alive then that would just be something to make others notice.
Now, she just couldn't find the guts to do it. She had too much that she was hoping for. Too much to live for. She drained the rest of her drink, hoping to push the negative thoughts and death threats from her brain. Tonight was about having fun and being with Salome. Not being sad and miserable.
Evan knew that there were some Monroeville youth that were unaccounted for and she was worried about what happened to them. She was more worried about the population that were in there for their own good. Not just scared kids who needed some guidance. "Might have to drag Grey over to Phalanx to help some of them out. He used to do that a lot, didn't he?" Evan had to admit, Sal's brother was extremely hot but he always seemed to have his eye on a Phalanx teacher.
She laughed at the image of her brother with a stuffed crocodile plush while crying and singing Dolly Parton. Evan took a sip from her drink when Sal asked about the Charbonneau collective fetish for reptiles, "Alright listen, just because something is true doesn't mean we have to talk about it." She was pretty sure that even though she was dating and sleeping with Monday, Gaspard and Tim's relationship was much more serious and a little higher on the scalie scale.
The shots went down easily, they laughed and they drank, they danced. The world fell away and Evan was finally able to feel comfortable and free. No more threats, no more Blackthorn, no more Will and Monday drama.
"What was that about finding Will a replacement? We need to do that."
