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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These last few days have been particularly horrible for Lyric and she was terrified to go to anyone to talk about it. She couldn't talk to Wren, her beloved girlfriend who she cheated on. She couldn't talk to Orion about how much guilt she felt in the pit of her stomach because she couldn't help from looking at him and having all of the conflicting feelings that landed her in his bed twice. Nova? Mallory? She didn't want to see the look of pity in their eyes. She wanted them to think that she had this decent relationship with someone who would only want to love her. Orion would break out into hives if she tried to come at him with a commitment. Adam was off boning women in Europe and her own parents probably forgot what state their children were living in. She sat up in her bed and glared across the room at the dark haired girl sleeping in her bed. She thought that life would be better once Alania left, only to get stuck with Scarlett Jane Hallewell. Somehow it was worse.
Stuck in a room where any one of those douchebag friends of Dakota could stumble into was not something she wanted to deal with. Especially a night where she felt sick to her stomach and was pouring sweat. Her fair skin practically pink with the heat from inside of her. She was literally melting. Lyric had an idea, but it always seemed absurd. Wiping the sweat from her brow, despite the ever cranking air conditioner in the corner, she knew it wasn't too absurd.
Lyric gathered her pillow and a blanket and rushed down to the kitchens of Primrose. She carefully placed her blanket and pillow on the prep table and found the closest walk in freezer. Peeking inside, she spied the large shelves and knew that one of them would be more comfortable than the inferno that her room was turning into. She grabbed her blanket, pillow, and climbed the shelves and curled up in the darkness of the negative weather.
Most magical sleep of her night. No more thoughts about what was happening with her relationship, just comfort.
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Mar 11, 2019 22:25:41 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
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The freezer, in Monday’s eyes, was a necessary evil.
Being a reptilian shifter the man had an inclination towards warmer temperatures even in his human form. As soon as the temperature dipped below seventy degrees Fahrenheit he turned into a mewling hatchling, scrambling for any additional layers he could throw over his bulk. The negative ten degrees of the walk-in freezer was a literal ninth circle of Hell for the man. To that end, he did everything that was within his power to avoid going in. That was the nice part about having students and teacher’s assistants. Whenever he needed anything from within the frozen vault he could send them in his stead.
Something required a chef’s touch though. Getting a proper inventory and stock of ingredients was such a task. While he had full faith that his students would try their best to catalog the contents of the freezer he needed to see it with his own eyes. The thought of having one of them go in with a camera had crossed his mind but he wasn’t willing to deal with the questions that would inevitably follow. So, the giant of a man awoke in the wee hours of the morning and mentally prepared himself for his extended stay in Cocytus.
Dressed in his warmest clothing Monday slunk through the near silent halls of Primrose and into his domain. This early in the morning the kitchen was devoid of the fervent activity that Monday loved. It was also devoid of warmth, a precursor to the true cold that was to come. With a heavy sigh, Monday laid his hand on the freezer door.
As the heavy door clunked open, Chef Beauchene was greeted by one of the most alarming sights he’d come across in his decade of working in the kitchen. Sprawled out on the frigid concrete floor was the unmoving body of one of his students. Panic distorted his vision and dulled his otherwise keen senses. In a calmer state of mind, Monday might have paid more attention to the blanket thrown over the girl or the lack of the pungent smell of death. He might have even remembered that this particular student was well equipped to handle the cold.
Monday rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside her, his fingers going to the side of her carotid artery, searching for any sign of a pulse. She was absolutely frigid causing his heart to sink even lower.
“Lyric,” he called out, grasping her shoulders and giving her a light shake. “Lyric! Wake up!” His low voice bounced off the metal walls as he tried to rouse Lyric. He was suddenly wishing that he had brought his phone with him and cursed himself for leaving it on his nightstand. With no way to call for help Monday was preparing to drag the girl from the negative temperatures and into the warmer kitchen.
He wasn’t sure what he would say when he went looking for help or how he’d explain the woman lying in the freezer.
Why was there a woman in his freezer?
Tags: Lyric Azalea Pennbrook Notes: The Cocytus, the Freezer of Primrose, has claimed its first victim!
Post by Lyric Azalea Pennbrook on Mar 15, 2019 4:41:32 GMT
. . .
Sleeping peacefully for once in her life. Sleeping so comfortably that she was willing to talk with the school about moving into the freezer full time and just sparing herself Scarlett completely. She was in the middle of a nice dream, she wasn't feeling like her inside were boiling from the inside. She was happy. She was sure that looking into herself and realizing that she's happiest locked inside of a walk in freezer was a little sad, but she wasn't trying to go down that road. No. No. She just wanted to focus on getting the best night sleep that she had gotten since becoming a literal ice queen.
That was until she had the rudest awakening of her life when a six foot a million crocodile decided to shake her like a rag doll. She woke up from the peaceful dream about freezing Dakota in an iceberg and kicked out and started to swing at Chef when he shook her. "What the hell?" she jolted awake and pulled the blanket around her torso firmly.
Giant ass freezer and she was still stuck with someone trying to wake her up. When she realized it was Chef Beauchene, she felt bad for the cursing. "Oh, it's you. Jeeze, why did you have to shake me? I'm going to have bruises, Chef."
She wiggled her arms away from the giant's and peered at her arms for signs of bruising from his large hands, she had some ghosts of bruises from Orion, but those were ones that she was more than fine with but ones from her teachers? Less than happy with. It really was a rude way to wake up. Just because she was inside of his space didn't mean that she had to be woken up in such a rude manner.
"Why you look so scared? I can't be the first ice person to curl up in here."
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Mar 29, 2019 18:14:29 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
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Monday gave the girl a look with all of the incredulity that he could muster. His mouth popped open as he prepared his retort and suddenly closed, his lips mashing together and his head turning to the side as he bit his tongue. He took a steadying breath as he looked away from Lyric and put his thoughts in order. “No, Miss Pennbrook, unfortunately, you are the first ‘ice-person’ I’ve found in my freezer so my reaction is more than justified. Typically in the food services sector, when you spot somebody laying motionless on the floor of the freezer it is cause for alarm. Ninety-nine point nine-nine percent of the individuals are either unconscious or dead when that situation arises. It’s hard to remember that point one percent. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind for the next time.” His deadpan sarcasm oozed from his mouth as he tried to contain himself.
Monday finally looked to the girl and felt a sliver of remorse for causing her discomfort. He doubted that she reciprocated the feeling, nearly scaring him to death by picking his freezer as a napping ground. “I am sorry that I was so rough with you. I was genuinely concerned for your safety. There isn’t a lot of training on what to do when you find someone comatose on the floor of the freezer besides trying to wake them up and, that failing, dragging them out. You should be happy that I didn’t skip to step two and you didn’t wake up slung over my shoulder.”
With his temper doused and his heart no longer racing Monday was able to properly take stock of the situation. He finally noticed her impromptu bed, finding it weird that she brought a blanket to sleep in the deep freeze. That was tantamount to keeping the cold out with a screen door, a futile effort.
Monday mentally ran through the list of Primrose’s rules wondering just how much trouble the young ice queen was in. Lyric was supposed to be in her room. Nineteen or not, she was still held accountable to many of the rules that governed the minors. That and the freezer was a restricted area unless granted position by the chef and Monday certainly had no memory of granting Lyric such permission. He disliked the idea of tattling on the girl, even if she had nearly given him a heart attack.
“Lyric, what are you doing sleeping in the freezer anyway? And please, please don’t tell me that this is a common occurrence. If it is, for my sake, just lie to me.” The girl’s reasons would be the deciding factor on whether she was reported to the Headmistress for disciplinary action. Of course, that also meant that Monday had to speak with Nerys who he had not spoken to since their accidental match on evOlvd. Talking to her was ranked somewhere around doing inventory in the freezer. He might just die of embarrassment if he was forced to. For his sake, just as much as her’s, Monday hoped Lyric had a damn good reason.
Post by Lyric Azalea Pennbrook on Apr 7, 2019 2:10:51 GMT
. . .
When she was assigned Scarlett as a roommate, she was thrilled to have someone new from Alania. She was thrilled to have a good roommate bond with someone like Andy and Naomi had, or even like half of the Merry Band of Assholes. She just wanted someone who she would like. When Scarlett turned out to be Bash's sister, turned out to be every bit as much of a pain in her ass was Sebasitan Hallewell was, she was livid. It wasn't so much to ask for to have someone who was actually a decent person. She had gone to the administration nearly daily begging for someone new from Alania, that when she went to try to get away from Scarlett, they wouldn't even listen to her. If they really wanted to do something right by her, they could have let her be alone, or even with her sister. She would do anything for Nova and that was clear to anyone who knew them.
Plus, Nova's roommate was a little terrifying and Lyric worried about the two of them boarding together.
Lyric could feel the bruises forming from the giant shifter, but she had to know it came from a place of concern. When she was looking for any sort of relief the night before, she didn't even think about what it would look like to someone else. She had just been so warm in her room. She couldn't prove that Scarlett caused the failure in her air conditioning system, but she knew deep down that she was. Scarlett was manipulative and cunning, and she was going to bury her in an avalanche before the year was up. She tucked her bright hair behind her ear and watched the lessening concern on Chef Beauchene's features. She winced and touched her stomach when she thought about getting tossed around like a ragdoll in a giant crocodile's fear, "That would be some interesting bruises."
She was already going to have them on her shoulders from the shaking awake. She knew that it was technically against the rules to leave the dorms after hours. She knew that it was technically not okay to be sneaking into the kitchen when she should be sleeping, but she felt justified in her reasons. At least she wasn't one of those Primbrats who liked to fool around in the dry pantry. There could have been a lot of worse things that Chef could have walked in on.
"I have a shitty roommate who broke the air conditioner that I use to stay away, I can't prove my shitty roommate did this, so rather than overheat which is all I seem to do anymore, I went to the freezer." She explained, hoping that it made sense to Chef. She knew that everyone had different drawbacks to their abilities, but Lyric's seemed to be getting out of hand. It felt like every time it got a little warmer, she was sweating uncontrollably, she was vomiting, she was passing out. She was starting to get scared for her future, "I'm sorry I broke into your freezer, if I can make it up to you, I will. Clean out where I slept, do a count for you. I just really don't want Headmistress Oswald knowing about this."
