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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Will had plans. Well, not those kind of plans. These were even better. It had been much too long since he had palled around, just him and Monday; their schedules seemed to have gotten pretty busy in the last month or so. For him, it was work. It was always work. There was always some sort of event to attend, some sort of client to schmooze. It was all very contrived and stiff, full of suits and gross jokes. Most of the people he worked with were all right at best, but they were no Mondays. Most of them were just the opposite: unscrupulous, vulgar, money-hungry. They drained him and the corporate account with impunity. Even business trips to beautiful and fun places had a bit of a film thrown over them by having to ask someone not to make that sort of joke anymore. His colleagues tended to be Ivy League, but that didn’t mean they had more than two nickels worth of sense between them.
But tonight he wasn’t going to have a care in the world, at least not about Chad from Accounting or Brad from Sales. No, it was just going to be him, Monday, snacks, and a basketball game where he had money on the underdog. It was a long shot, would take a lot of nudging, but it was easy enough to accomplish over beers and chips. It wasn’t like it really mattered; the money wasn’t much. It was more about the challenge, about the improbability. In the office, someone had mentioned that people would have to be idiotic to put money on the lower seeded team, and he could never resist a dumb bet. It was one of his most endearing qualities.
He turned on the smart TV with a simple prompt to a smart device that chimed in response. The drinks were chilling, and the chip bowl was already set. It wasn’t homemade whatever, but he figured that Monday could always forgive him. It wasn’t the worst crime he had ever committed before. The scene was set for hanging out and catching up, the sounds of pre-game discussion wafting from the television set. He had even opted for more comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, wanting to make a big as a departure from work clothes as he could. He wanted his job to cool down, wanted to have the opportunity to just be Will, not Guillaume Charbonneau. Guillaume got more credit than Will ever could, but sometimes it felt like an entirely different person, someone whose skin he could never quite fit in, the business man who shook hands with shitty dudes he’d never let near his own sister.
It took time with his family and friends to remind him that he wasn’t like them, that the whole world wasn’t like them. Good, honest people existed, just not in the realm of high finance. No, they hung out in school kitchens or newspaper bull pens or whatever rock Gassy was climbing at the moment. He pushed Tad, Chad, Brad, and all the other assholes out his head and picked up his phone to text Monday. Good, old, predictable Monday. Door’s unlocked, don’t bother buzzing, he texted before settling into an overplush chair, legs dangling over the arm. It was guaranteed to be a good night.
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Jun 3, 2019 23:47:31 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
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Monday loomed at the door of Will's apartment, his hand resting on the doorknob.
He'd lied.
He'd lied to his best friend. He'd been lying to him for over a year. In the beginning it had been hard. As time dragged on it got easier, the smiles came with less effort and the laughter became more natural. Soon he'd gotten so comfortable in his deception he'd forgotten that he was lying at all.
He'd never thought that Will would become such an important part of his life in that time. That he would be so integral to Monday. Since their chance meeting Monday couldn't remember a week that had gone by where they hadn't hung out or spent hours texting back and forth. He had been there when Monday had been at his worst and had helped bring stability to his life.
Monday repaid that by fucking his sister, twice.
No, it wasn't just sex. Monday knew that. He genuinely had feelings for Evan. She meant something to him. When he was around her he didn't feel like an absolute failure. When she looked at him it was with eyes that saw more than his past transgressions and his bumbling nature.
Will saw that too. It was another part of what made all of this so painful.
"Someone has to tell him," Monday recalled the conversation that had transpired between him and Evan after their second tryst. At the time he'd thought that it would have been better for him to tell Will. He was starting to have his doubts now.
All of those memories, all of that guilt paralyzed him. He'd betrayed the trust of one of the kindest men that he'd ever met not once but twice.
He stood on the precipice of the doorway far longer than he should have. Contemplating his next move. He could have turned around and left. It would have been the coward's choice, the easy choice, and it was oh so tempting. He loved Will too much for that though. He cared for the man too much to just cut him out of his life. Besides, what would Evan think of him if he did that? If he went back on his word?
What did it matter, he was already a liar.
The shifter sighed deeply, steadying himself and wiping the corner of his misty eyes. He had to do this. It had to be him to tell Will.
He'd go in. He'd see his friend. He'd laugh and smile and have one more day, untarnished by the truth, before he revealed his betrayal. Before he ruined one of the best things in his life. He wanted to have his friend one more time.
The door clicked open and Monday passed through the threshold. The case of imported beer in his other hand suddenly remembered as it clanked together. As soon as he'd stepped foot into the penthouse of The Eloise he saw it's owner sprawled out, the perfect picture of contentment. It brought a bittersweet smile to the man's face .
"G, If you get anymore comfortable I would probably mistake you for a cushion." Monday joked as he plopped down into the couch besides Will's chair. "Don't tell me this is what has kept you so busy the last month. Becoming one with the couch is not exactly 'important matters'." Monday sat the beer on the table beside them and took one for himself. He was going to need at least twelve more of them before he could comfortably numb himself to the knots in his stomach.
Truthfully, he'd been grateful for Will's absence. It had allowed him to prolong the daunting task before him. He'd missed the man's presence.
Will looked up from his position on the couch and laughed, trying to keep the chip crumbs in his mouth and not flying out over the front of his shirt. “Look, I haven’t been able to wear comfortable pants in a while outside of my bed. I’m going to enjoy it,” he said with a flourishing gesture of his beer bottle. “And I freaking wish, dude. Nah, I was out of town for a little while, I was in town and buried in paperwork. I put in so much overtime that they can make a statue in my honor and it still wouldn’t be enough.” The spring, when everyone was trying to get a new start, was always a busy time. Everyone always had new projects to start, old ones to close out. Everyone wanted to freaking move in the spring. It was like the spring was a time for everyone to throw open the windows and air it all out.
He supposed it was something like the seasonal depression lifting, the sun coming back out, all the goddamn pollen in the air. It made cleaning out your attics easier, he guessed. He probably needed to do that, speaking of. Maybe he’d invite Monday over again, make a day of it. Everything was better with friends, wasn’t that how that lame slogan went? Maybe Gassy and Evan, too. He was sure Gassy could find a lot of cool lizards in the attic at the very least.
“And what about you? You haven’t gone off and found yourself someone, right? I’ll have to give my stamp of approval,” he teased him. As if, though. Monday probably just had a shit ton of work piled on him after Nerys up and left. Without telling anyone. That was pretty much a whatever in his book. Not much he could do when her number came up as “out of country.” With Nerys, he felt that he would have been told if he had done something wrong, so he chalked it up to some errant work or other. He didn’t want to poke that bear too much.
He pushed the tub of chilled drinks Monday’s way and settled back into the game. Both sides were still setting up. “You know, the head coach used to assistant under the other one, but he broke his contract and everything. Kinda shitty.” It was just trivia he had heard during the endless pre-game chatter, and he wanted to impart it to sound a bit knowledgeable. Apparently the game was a chance to get back at the betrayer. Some people watched The Bachelor for endless drama, but Will found it easily enough in whatever he watched. He tipped his head back to Monday. “So, for real, what’s been up with you?” he asked. It wasn’t like Monday not to be available. Monday didn’t exactly go out and schmooze clients or women, though Will had tried to teach him the finer points of both. He felt a little selfish for thinking it, but Monday was one of those constants in his life, someone who, no matter what Will had done, would welcome him back with open arms and a home-cooked meal. That meant a lot to Will, considering his "work friends" would sell him out for a good commercial property with an already-poured foundation. He definitely didn’t tell the croc how much he appreciated him nearly enough. He’d have to remember to do that.
