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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Post by Aubrey Amelia Haile on Jun 15, 2019 4:02:48 GMT
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Meme was hanging out with her brother in a mall which generally made her pretty happy but on this particular day it was pretty crowded. There must have been some sort of flash sale going on because it was like fucking Black Friday in the middle of June. She was beginning to get a little irritated and had gone into a store looking for a jacket. Oliver had gone to find a bathroom and that evidently gave some asshole courage to fuck with someone standing alone.
Little did this asshole know, Meme could handle herself.
"Excuse you," she said with a scoff as the guy very deliberately bumped into her and tried to smooth his way into her spot in line.
"You're excused."
"Am I," she said, crossing her arms as the new jacket hung from her shoulder. "Back of the line, Sexy."
"I've been here the whole fucking time."
"Whole fucking time my ass I've been staring at that sale rack for fifteen minutes-- I'd have seen your hippie wig."
"You've got a big mouth."
"Yea, but it ain't swollen," she deadpanned... because his was about to be.
Oliver should have stayed in the bathroom.
"Did you just fucking threaten me?"
"I just fucking promised. Back of the line."
By this point, they'd attracted a small crowd given the already-crowded space. A store employee approached them, asking them to calm down or leave the store. Meme was appalled, honestly.
"I'm not leaving until I buy this jacket for sixty percent off," she argued, before adding a rehearsed smile. "Which will happen faster if you take a register."
She turned to Oliver, letting out an exasperated sigh. "What, are you constipated? I needed you to commit a homicide," she said incredulously.