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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For a place that was all about taking in the poor and huddled masses of mutant children, they had a shit security system. Catalina walked through the front door of Phalanx House, looking at the various framed pictures in the foyer. The pictures of some of the same kids over the years, mostly different ones. The blond was in most of the group shots, Astor Perona from her research. Founder of Phalanx House after a long term stint in Monroeville Hospital. Catalina's first home. She knew that her father kept her safe in her mother's womb for all night months in Monroeville. Locking Mena into solitary confinement to keep her safe. She knew that her loved her the most, and he would do anything to protect the baby that he wanted with all of his heart. Catalina also knew that she was Mena's second child. That there was an older one who was born before she was even committed. She found out about Euphemia from her father when she got out of rehab and she wanted to find her.
She wanted to know what she was like.
Finding Euphemia was easy, and picking up a picture from the wall in the living room, she saw that it was one from Christmas. Euphemia and Astor standing together in ugly sweaters and Santa hats. There were presents all around them. She knew that if she touched it with her bare hands, she would get a memory of some warm event that they were able to share together. Some event that would probably bore the hell out of her and would end in all of those sharing how much they all meant to each other while she was vomiting in the corner. She didn't do warm happy events. She had holidays with her dad, and sometimes her mom would be in the corner zonked out on white wine and Xanax.
She looked out the front window and saw Euphemia walking up the front. It hadn't been hard to find her once she knew her name. She considered going to her, well, their grandparents and getting to know them, but she really couldn't stomach the smell of mothballs and if either of them had false teeth she would lose her mind. Catalina stood in the living room and waited for her half-sister to walk into the house and see her. She knew that it was unconventional, but she was an unconventional person. She just wanted to get to know a little bit of where she came from and who she was. That wasn't so much to ask for.
Catalina knew that she was a hero for being the one who initiated the contact and that Euphemia would thank her one day for it.
I've seen 'em carry family and the steel drum weight of me.
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Post by Euphemia Louise Morgan on Jan 21, 2019 5:08:45 GMT
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Euphemia bumped the car door closed with her hip, her arms laden with groceries and her phone tucked against her shoulder. A presumably older woman on the other side was giving her a bit of a lecture, but Eppie was distracted with keys and bags. Besides, she had heard her grandmother’s New Orleans safety lecture more times than she had ever cared to. Every week, Ana seemed to have new statistics regarding crime or weather or anything that she thought might affect the little girl she had raised. This week, the prime topic was the drinking water, and Ana wanted to make sure Eppie was buying plenty of bottled water. Filters, she insisted, were not likely to catch half the contaminants that they needed to worry about.
In some ways, it was a good thing, Ana’s incessant chatter. As long as the woman could stress over water tables, she wasn’t pressing about Eppie’s actual life down in New Orleans. She didn’t want to have to explain whatever was happening between her and Ash or go into another spiel that threw the wool over what she really did at Phalanx. Ana still thought she was teaching at a charter school; she hadn’t had time to sit down and unpack absolutely everything that had happened to her down south. There would always be time later, she reasoned. Besides, some things she didn’t even want to begin to explain until they were settled and named. So she stuck with non-committal “uh-huh”’s and “oh really”’s until she was at the door of Phalanx, which was, strangely, unlocked. She shouldered the door open and kicked it back closed, noticing a new figure in the living room.
“Hey, Ma, I’m going to let you go, okay? I just got back to the house, and I’ve got work to do.” Before the other woman could finish her protest, Eppie added, “Okay, love you, bye” rather quickly and hung up. She could always call her grandmother again later, but there was a strange woman in the living room of Phalanx that needed her attention at the moment. She shifted the bags to her hip and gave the stranger a warm smile. She looked completely unfamiliar, but she had grown used to that at Phalanx. People came to check out the house or visit some of the kids rather often, but usually, they were accompanied by another adult. She couldn’t see Ash or Carver anywhere. Had they missed a visit? She wouldn’t put it past them.
Dropping off the groceries in the kitchen with instructions for the kids to put them away, she popped back into the living room. “Hey there. Are you here for one of the kids or on behalf of a kid?” Professional, warm, bright; it was a voice she had perfected at plenty of open houses and teacher-meet-and-greets.
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The front door opened and there she was. The daughter that they wanted. The daughter that Mena had first with some rando years before the world was graced with Catalina. She looked her sister over, curious if they had any similar features. Their noses, maybe. Their eyes. She could see the resemblance. Even if Catalina had more features from her Puerto Rican side than Mena's mayonnaise on wonder bread self. She could see the resemblance and she wasn't sure how to feel about that.
She knew that she was here for a reason and she wasn't going to leave without that.
She walked past with her groceries and came back with free arms. Catalina looked around the living room and waited for her to say something. The pictures of apps holidays, fun summer outings, everything that she had been denied. She was raised in a mansion in Miami and a mom who liked to pair heavy drinking and narcotics. "Nope, not here for a kid." She said, turning to look at her sister fully. They were from the same womb, birthed from the same psychotic Monroeville patient. Euphemia just had the sweet grandparents to raise her, people who probably coddled her and treated her like an angel.
She tried to kill her step-mother and her father spoiled her for it.
"I'm here to talk to you Euphemia." She said with a charming tilt her head, "I hear that you're trying to get some information on your mother, and I have it." She stepped forward, holding out her business card as a P.I. She was going to have fun messing with the older girl a little bit before she told her all of the truth. There was no fun in just coming out and saying it. After all, she had been told so much about her mother from her father, and she was his favorite patient. After all, that was how Catalina came forth.
I've seen 'em carry family and the steel drum weight of me.
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Post by Euphemia Louise Morgan on Feb 16, 2019 3:14:12 GMT
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Pushing up the sleeves of her sweater, Eppie gave the woman her now undivided attention. She watched as the woman seemed to be taking in all of the photographs around the room. They were some of her favorite things in the house, as well; each one was a snapshot of warmth and love that, with her power, quite literally radiated from them. Her face had cropped up in just a few of them lately, and it felt a little bit like she had earned a bit of a place among the other smiling faces. It was a spot of honor and pride for her, not that she was readily up front about something so silly.
Nope, not here for a kid. A bit confused, she crossed her arms but did her best to keep her welcoming smile. There were only so many things people could wander into Phalanx about, and the woman certainly didn’t look like some Avon saleswoman. The stranger went on, and Eppie’s confusion only mounted. Her smile faltered and fell away completely. Who was this woman? Caution bit at the back of her neck, but curiosity always won out with her, especially in the arena of her mother. She had done more and worse ill-conceived things than listen to strangers who wandered into her place of work and residence. “Um, yeah, I’ve been looking for stuff about my mom,” she finally replied, her tone a little more cautious. She took the offered business card and turned it over in her hands gently, as though it might spontaneously catch on fire at any minute. When she confirmed the fact that it was simple cardstock, she tapped the edge gently on her palm.
“Miss…Valdez, is it? How do you know about my mother?” Curiosity almost always won out with her. Curiosity killed the cat, her grandmother had drilled into her, conveniently forgetting the end of the phrase. Little Eppie had always supplied it with a gap-toothed grin: But satisfaction brought it back.
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She loved to play with people. She always supposed that it was the best thing ever that she was named Catalina. Cat. She was a cat that like to play people like mice before she bit into their spines and killed them. It was like her father had a crystal ball. Though, she was born in Monroeville in secret, so she was sure that he had an idea of what he was getting into with her. She loved seeing the look of confusion on Euphemia's face while she took in the room. She especially enjoyed the way that Eupehmia was trying to maintain this almost retail hell frozen smile while this stranger was in her home.
For a home full of supernatural children, they had the shittiest security that Catalina had ever seen.
Not even one of them blasting people at the door. Waste of good potential.
When she mentioned their mother, she didn't seem to have anything registering that she knew their connection. That would be a fantastic surprise for her. Though she did seem the type that would try to get Catalina to meet up with her for mani/pedis on the weekends and stuff like that. Not that she didn't appreciate a dedication to maintaining a fresh set of eyeball scooping worthy talons, she wasn't looking for a sister. She was looking for answers about their mother. Euphemia was bound to have better answers, given that she lived with the old-timers growing up. Yeah, Catalina knew all about her living with Mena's parents. She even knew who Euphemia's biological father was. That was a conversation for later, just in case she ever needed a favor from the sentimental little shit.
"I was hired by a family member of hers to find any information about her." She looked at Euphemia, seeing the resemblances in their faces and their features, "Her daughter, actually." Cat and mouse. She was a Cat, and Euphemia was a rodent.
"I just wanted to verify that this was your residence, and if you have any information about her, please feel free to contact me." She started to head towards the door and knew that Euphemia would stop her before she was out.
I've seen 'em carry family and the steel drum weight of me.
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Post by Euphemia Louise Morgan on Apr 12, 2019 2:15:10 GMT
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Her daughter, actually. She certainly hadn’t hired this woman, and as far as she knew, no one had hired her in her name. No, whatever this was, it felt a bit pointed. Eppie’s practiced calm started to slip and she fought to keep her full composure. It must have taken her a beat too long, because by the time she came to, the woman was slipping closer to the door. “Wait!” It came out a bit more forceful and desperate than she wanted, but there was no space to backtrack. “As far as I know, I’m her only daughter, and that’s about all I know about her. If you know more and are at liberty to share, I’m all ears.”
There was nothing more she could say. Her curiosity would always win out in the end. Mama Annie had called her a nosy rosy since she could understand the expression, and it had gotten her into more than her share of trouble. Still, she felt she had to press, had to know more. “I mean, I know you might have some client privilege or something, but I would love for the chance to meet your client, if she’s actually my mother’s daughter.” The words were a bit rushed, but they found their way out all the same.
She had a sister, apparently. That bit of news would take a while to really sink in. It seemed unlikely, like it defied all reason, but her mother had been gone from her life for a very long time. Even though she had been at Monroeville, she still lived an entire lifetime without Eppie. That was twenty-nine years, during which a number of things could have happened to her. Sometimes, it was easier to imagine her mother as a woman in a fairytale, frozen in time or locked in a tower by a witch’s curse, someone who was out of her reach but also not really alive. Certainly not someone who could have other children or an entire other life without her. It was a foolish and childish thought, and she still suddenly felt too warm in the sweater.
Overwhelmed, she sat back on the arm of the couch and gestured emptily at one of the other sitting places in the living room. “Please, Miss Valdez, take a seat; if you’re willing to tell me anything, I’m willing to listen.”
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