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Werewolf Grim Dovima Bastet	Werewolf Lupine Logan Reed	Werewolf Lycanthrop Soleil Whitaker	Werewolf Grim Tiber Loche
Angel Vohamanah Rhiannon Whitaker	Werewolf Black Beast Caitlyn Darrow	Demon Behemoth Camille	Vampire Dark Embracer Elouise Warrock
Slayer Master Slayer El Orlav	Angel Baglis Amari Preston	Slayer Unproven Callum McKay

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Forum	Subject	Last Post
Los Angeles	Reid Funeral Home Created by Tucker Reid	07/14/18

Soleil Whitaker	08/02/18	Tucker Let me know if there's anything I can do?
Dovima Bastet	07/31/18	"TUCKERRRR!"
Soleil Whitaker	07/27/18	Tucker Not to overstep my boundaries, but is everything okay? What's happening, why are we reconvening?
Jameson Orlav	07/27/18	Mr. Reid, You have something, or rather, someone that I want. I apologize for the informal nature of this letter, but I'm afraid my patience has run thin and you've found yourself caught in the crossfire. The purpose of this correspondence is to prepare you for my demands. Find yourself some privacy and arrange for negotiation. Whether or not you give me what I want is not in question, but rather, whether you'll give it up willingly. Regards, Jameson Orlav
Dovima Bastet	07/25/18	Text to: Tucker She just sent a text that she's here. Sounds like we may be headed to the beach after I pick them up. I'll let you know what the plan it. How was your trip?
Dovima Bastet	07/15/18	Vee's phone bings at the delivery of a text message. She is engrossed in a game instead of cleaning for the arrival of guests like she should have been. At this rate, she's never going to get the place clean. More likely it'll be a mad rush in the end. Finally she pauses the game and reaches for her phone with a grumble. The annoyance dissipates when she sees Tucker's name. Text to: Tucker Hey! Welcome back. Yes, I'm home. Where are you? I didn't hear anything. Btw, Soleil and her boys are coming for a visit. She's bringing a friend as well. His name is Daniel. Seriously, where are you?
G3N3S1S	07/10/18	”I was there for your birth and for your first burial my boy.” The angel remarks with a sly smirk.
Soleil Whitaker	06/01/18	Tucker Breast Cancer Awareness month? Wait, that's... October, I think.
Dovima Bastet	05/15/18	Text to: Tucker For brief periods. The little darling does need to eat. I am done for.
Dovima Bastet	05/15/18	Snapchat Message:
Dovima Bastet	05/15/18	Text to: Blondie; Tucker May I present the newest addition... Madison Bastet! 6.9 ounces 21 inches long SHE'S SO PRECIOUS!
Dovima Bastet	05/13/18	Text to: Tucker I want children one day. That's a long way off though. How much do you want to bet my parents will try to set me up with someone while I'm there? Don't burn the place down.
Dovima Bastet	05/11/18	Text to: Tucker I can do that, on both counts. I'M SO EXCITED!
Mackenzie	05/11/18	To: Reid Funeral Home From: Mackenzie.Brooks@Death.co.uk Subject: Services Mr. Reid, Do you offer unservices? Can your funeral home bring people back from the dead, just as much as it lays the dead to rest? Best, Mackenzie
Dovima Bastet	05/11/18	Text to: Tucker I'm an auntie again! I have to go home for a little while to see the fam and meet our newest addition. Think you can manage without me?
Logan Reed	04/27/18	Logan wheezed in a breath and coughed harshly into the air. Bringing the cracked screen phone to his lips as it started to dial. He didn’t expect his cousin to answer. Tucker was a busy man, as was he. Logan cleared his throat and left the raspy voicemail for his cousin to receive later. ”Tuck. It’s Logan. There has been some issues with the last batch of cadavers. I’ll be in touch.”
Dovima Bastet	04/19/18	steals favorite pair of shoes ties laces together throws them onto a telephone line
Dovima Bastet	04/19/18	wait a for opportune moment sneaks into bedroom sprinkles itching powder into undies drawer
Dovima Bastet	04/19/18	Text to: Tucker It's on like Donkey Kong!
Dovima Bastet	04/19/18	Text to: Tucket Then you underestimate my love for mint oreos. I'd marry them if I could. You have been warned.
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/19/18	Boss Man Grotesque. I'm so excited! Be down in five!
Dovima Bastet	04/19/18	Text to: Tucker ...I know where you sleep.
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/19/18	Boss Man Don't trust me with the bigger one?!
Dovima Bastet	04/19/18	Text to: Tucker DID YOU EAT ALL THE MINT OREO COOKIES!?!
Dovima Bastet	04/06/18	Vee grins and laughs. "C'mon, you have to live a little. It was fun. I just happened to get caught. Sue me." Her grin widens. "As if you need a reason to watch me wiggle," she teases.
Logan Reed	04/05/18	Tuck Did I inhale too much embalming fumes or did we get new employees?
Mackenzie	04/04/18	Sure. I can be reached at B-tchisgonnab-tch@death.co.uk.
Mackenzie	04/04/18	Do you have a website? I'd love to leave a review.
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/04/18	Organ Hombre Does the home have free wifi?
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/04/18	I am so good at getting lifeless bodies to do things! blinks What I'm saying is, I have a reluctant toddler and a wife who is incredibly whiny when hungover. I can get the job done! firm nod
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/04/18	gasps Oh, my wife would love that! morbid excitement She's also cute to boot. shifty eyes And I'm also good at, like... Poking organs.
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/04/18	So, like... lowers voice loud-whispers Do you poke the organs?
Rhiannon Whitaker	04/04/18	sniffs around squints You don't smell like dead people...
Amari Preston	04/04/18	Tucker Reid just failed at stealing money from you! Amari felt someone attempting to check her pockets. The cleric's gun slid down into her hand and she pointed it at his fingers. "Good try..." She pulled the trigger and a flag popped out. A sign said 'Better luck next time buddy!'
Logan Reed	04/01/18	We both know it was the dead weight lifting, Tuck.
Dovima Bastet	03/29/18	Text to: Tucker Knew it. Text to: Tucker Stars and s'mores. That sounds perfect right about now. Better than ice cream. I'll pinky swear to keep your secret. Serious stuff, pinky swears.
Dovima Bastet	03/29/18	Text to: Tucker I'm always down for an adventure. Where are we headed? Can we get into mischief along the way? Text to: Tucker Eh, lucky for me I'm not exclusive with the ice cream. It'll wait for me to get back. Besides, you can't tell me you don't have a sweets stash in your truck.
Dovima Bastet	03/29/18	Text to: Tucker A date with a pint of ice cream. Mint chocolate chip can take a rain check. Did you have something in mind?
Dovima Bastet	03/02/18	Text to: Tucker Would I do such a thing? 😇 You are always invited, my friend. You're one of the few who don't mind me putting away a juicy steak. Men can be such prudes.
Mackenzie	02/23/18	To: Reid Funeral Home From: Mackenzie.Brooks@Sonder.org Subject: Memorial Service To Whom it May Concern: I am interested in a memorial service for my late brother, Daragh, in the hopes that he will rest in peace - and stay resting. Do you offer any packages that help to keep the dead, dead? -Mackenzie
Dovima Bastet	02/19/18	Text to: Tucker Because sharing is caring... [image attached]
Dovima Bastet	02/14/18
Jocelyn Fairchild	02/14/18
Dovima Bastet	02/13/18	Text to: Tucker I absolutely did not purchase the store's entire stock. Nope. It would take more than I have. We have, because I do plan on sharing.
Dovima Bastet	02/13/18	Text to: Tucker OMG LOOK WHAT I FOUND! [image attached]
Dovima Bastet	02/13/18	Text to: Tucker Now I know how to bribe you. Rupert won't mind. He's been my Valentine for all other years.
Dovima Bastet	02/12/18	Text to: Tucker Oh-ho! Look who's being a sassypants. And here I was, thinking about asking you to be my Valentine... [view attachment]
Dovima Bastet	02/12/18	Text to: Tucker And cute. Don't forget cute. I'm not a bully! I could have done the shaving cream and feather stunt but I didn't. If you're so afraid of sabotage and bullying, there's always a couch.
Dovima Bastet	02/12/18	Text to: Tucker My teddy bear, Rupert, begs to differ. Besides, I didn't poke you on the mouth. I bet you're all growl and no bite.
Dovima Bastet	02/12/18	Text to: Tucker No, I'm too much of a softy. You're also too cute when you're asleep. I poked you until you rolled over.
Dovima Bastet	02/12/18	Text to: Tucker You snore. Loudly.
Dovima Bastet	02/05/18	Text to: Tucker Layovers. Yuck. That's why I brought my tablet. Text me when you land? As for your friend, I'm always down for another adventure. Count me in. Here's Blondie's address: [information attached]
Dovima Bastet	02/05/18	Text to: Tucker I'm a terrible friend. I forgot to ask one very important question: when should we expect you?
Tiber Loche	02/05/18	Tucker I'm pretty exclusive to New York since I left L.A. Have you got somewhere to stay already?
Dovima Bastet	02/05/18	Text to: Tucker Radiator, you say? Then you won't mind when I burrito in the blankets. Text to: Tucker Thank you for making me laugh. Time to board. See you soon. ✈✈
Dovima Bastet	02/04/18	Text to: Tucker She's offered to let us stay in her loft. I'll share the bed as long as you don't snore. If you snore, you get a pillow to the face, FYI.
Dovima Bastet	02/04/18	Text to: Tucker My Blondie is Soleil. Apparently she was at The Order as well, so you two have already met. Small world.
Dovima Bastet	02/04/18	Text to: Tucker Did you ever work for The Order?
Logan Reed	02/04/18	Tucker had alwas been the golden wolf in everyone's eyes. The most responsible one within reason. Logan was observed as the quirky mutt that had a more intelligent flare. Perhaps it was because all the eyes had been on Tucker when it cae to the family business, but none of their family tried to reform Logan's unpopular mindset. *"Oh..yes. That he has."* He chuckles a bit awkwardly, but follows inside after the older boy. Admirably the place wasn't in shambles and that made Logan happy himself. *"Yes of course. Work in the family business. Where should I start?"*
Logan Reed	02/04/18	This was the last time he took advice from his mother. She practically picked out his clothes this time around. Light eyes flicker to his eldest cousin as he offers a small smile. *“Tucker.”* Logan nods and glances off into space for a second before he responds. *“Uncle mentioned you might need some help with the Funeral Home bookkeeping. So, here I am.”* He offered still having to tilt his head upward slightly to connect his gaze with Tucker.
Dovima Bastet	02/03/18	Text to: Tucker I hadn't asked... did you know they make chocolate flavored booze? We could have alcoholic hot chocolate. Yum. Text to: Tucker What I'm not into is cold. Warmth is my jam. Bikini season can't get here fast enough. In any case, it's an excuse to hang with you.
Dovima Bastet	02/03/18	Text to: Tucker Is that a challenge, my good sir? Blondie has a small herd of cats and dogs, so warmth is not lacking there. Booze, too. And hot chocolate. I swear if that woman wasn't already married, I'd snatch her up.
Dovima Bastet	02/03/18	Text to: Tucker No chores. No business. Strictly pleasure. I have a friend in the city I am going to visit and leech heat off of. If she wasn't my bestie, she'd be SOL. Damn cold. It'll be even better with you there. Hope you don't mind cold fingers... and toes. Whole body, really.
Dovima Bastet	02/03/18	Text to: Tucker Have you ever been to New York? Want to go?
Dovima Bastet	01/29/18	Text to: Tucker If I didn't know you owned and worked at a mortuary, I'd be disturbed by that comment. In other news, you look great. Those glasses work for you. I dig them.
Livia Vlcek	01/14/18	You graze on wanted posters? quirks a brow THAT'S what I'm doing wrong...silly me.
Livia Vlcek	01/11/18	recoils at his because** No judgement here... might have grease with her for other things doesn't know what those other things might be arches a brow Wanted poster? WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?! sniffles Was it bad?
Dovima Bastet	01/11/18	Text to: Tucker Life wouldn't be the same without you in it. Napping is acceptable, but no disappearing forever. I forbid it. I owe a friend a visit to New York. So, so cold... but she's great and worth it.
Livia Vlcek	01/09/18	cants head Do I know you? looks around Did I get arrested again? stands up, squeezes with all her might through the bars Thank you...we aren't in Mexico are we? dusts self off, hands the male a lime For your time and trouble...they're like gold in these parts. shifty eyes
Dovima Bastet	01/09/18	Text to: Tucker You are not old. My father is old. You just like to sleep. This damn cold makes me want to sleep, too.
Caitlyn Darrow	01/09/18	soft incoherent babbling followed by sleepy dialogue that is most forgettable in the morning Thank you. You’re the bestestestestestest est-ever. Lloyd? I think he’s asleep. I’m asleep. Are you asleep? You should eat some pie. Pie is good.
Caitlyn Darrow	01/09/18	pouts, sleepily rubs eyes Did you drink all my orange juice?
Elouise Warrock	01/08/18	First of all, 28 days. Second of all, no. Does this mean I'm not getting the summer wedding of my dreams?
Elouise Warrock	01/08/18	You're my boyfriend. I'll touch however much of that butt as I damn well please.
Elouise Warrock	01/08/18	I'd touch that whole butt.
Dovima Bastet	01/08/18	Text to: Tucker TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH. JFC. In any case, I saw his mug on the front page and he looks awfully similar to you. More furry.
Jameson Orlav	01/08/18	-sniffs around- You smell like wet dog.
Dovima Bastet	11/02/17	Text to: Tucker You don't have an older brother named Solomon King do you? PS: I hope everything is okay. You haven't answered my last text. Please let me know.
Dovima Bastet	10/26/17	Text to: Tucker Everything? Oh my. Pick something and we'll go from there.
Dovima Bastet	10/10/17	Text to: Tucker I know you don't get out much but I was about to be concerned. She's my older sister's daughter. Huh... You're right. Goes both ways. I hadn't thought about it. We can fix that. What do you want to know?
Dovima Bastet	10/10/17	Text to: Tucker You're kidding, right? There are kids everywhere. Anyway, thank you! I have a niece. She's four. Her name is Abigail and she's the light of my life.
Dovima Bastet	10/10/17	Text to: Tucker Spoil sport... but I'm too excited to care. I'm going to be an auntie! Well, again.
Dovima Bastet	10/10/17	Text to: Tucker Guess what, guess what?!
Elouise Warrock	09/24/17	Tucker Put that polo on ASAP. Omg. YES. Tucker Look at the sky, b*tch. [IMG]
Elouise Warrock	09/23/17	Tucker I don't know. Sh*tty pastels. Probably covered in hibiscus flowers. I'm saying, I expect tacky! Sky-writing? Is sky-writing impressive?
Elouise Warrock	09/23/17	Tucker The booze cruise is happening. Find your daddiest pair of swim drunks. I'm talking old white man on a work retreat in Hawaii. What the f*ck is impressive, then??
Elouise Warrock	09/22/17	Tucker Could I woo you with a booze cruise?
Elouise Warrock	09/19/17	I thought mystery was sexy? -pouts- Oh, well. I'll make a resume for every assumed identity. Do you want a list of the people I've k-...worked for?
Elouise Warrock	09/19/17	-squints- Resume, resume, hm... -taps her chin- I don't think I've ever had a job. At least, not as 'Elouise Orlav'. I have a shady past, okay?!
Elouise Warrock	09/19/17	You just described a total catch, thank you very much. Do you want my resume? List of my special skills? Oh, I know! You can take me to your mortuary. Let me play in the coffins!
Elouise Warrock	09/19/17	Are you saying I'm not worth dating?!
Elouise Warrock	09/19/17	Fine.. -folds arms- But this is totally classified as a date, now. You better put on a clean shirt!
Elouise Warrock	09/18/17	-narrows eyes- I'll cook, but I expect a good bottle of tequila in exchange.
Elouise Warrock	09/18/17	-squints- Is this you asking me out for steak without asking? Because you know I'm perpetually hungry.
Elouise Warrock	09/18/17	And here I was, sticking around, hoping you'd notice me... -hair flip- Did you get scrawnier since I saw you last? You're looking thin.
Elouise Warrock	09/08/17	Tucker When are you going to admit that I'm growing on you? One day, Tucker Reid. ONE. DAY.
Elouise Warrock	09/08/17	Tucker Funny, That Girl didn't write about your big crush on me. Don't worry. I'm well aware. ;)
Caitlyn Darrow	08/31/17	Honestly, she had started to wonder. But when the man peeked from around the corner and had the white towel. She knew she had been right all along. Reid Funnel Home Rigsby had stopped his incoherent babbling, and instead stared mystified at the man who spoke with a toothless smile. Caitlyn's own smile barely had moved, but she at least wasn't chanting funnel cakes anymore. She sets her bag down in the back of the stroller, and looks at Tucker expectantly. "Hello! I'm Caitlyn and this is Rigbsy. We're here for Funnel cakes. This is Reid Funnel House right?" She asked with a beaming grin. She ignored some unpleasant scents she had picked up, and kicked them up to Rigsby must need a diaper change. "Rigsby's first Funnel cake! Oh this is so exciting. Can we watch you make them?" Awestruck she clasped her hands together in front of her, and felt her mouth saturate at even the reminiscence of her last funnel cake.
Elouise Warrock	08/31/17	Tucker Darrow. Lloyd may just eat you. He was always more Jameson's than mine when he was in The Order. He was our lawyer. Got me out of all types of trouble! When tf are you going to invite me to London?
Dovima Bastet	08/30/17	Text to: Tucker Called it the first time. Troublemaker.
Elouise Warrock	08/30/17	Tucker Caitlyn Noire? Good luck. She's...interesting. I've known her for a little while, now. Knowing you, she'll test you patience even more than I do.
Elouise Warrock	08/30/17	Tucker That's always how I prefer it. Where'd you end up? Settle in okay?
Dovima Bastet	08/30/17	Text to: Tucker Lesson learned on why it's a bad idea to play in shady places?
Dovima Bastet	08/30/17	Text to: Tucker I saw your mug on the front page. You look confused. Congrats, troublemaker.
Caitlyn Darrow	08/30/17	Caitlyn had met Tucker briefly after the fall of The Order. But ever since he said he worked in a funnel house, she had been craving funnel cakes like a mentally unstable kitten trying to latch onto a cow udder. The stroller creaked by with Rigsby babbling on inside of it. She found it! Reid Funnel Home. A loud squeal of delight emits from her lips, as she leans forward to inspect Rigsby. "Ready to try your first funnel cake?!" After giving his small bit of hair a ruffle she progressed forward opening the door and stepping inside. "Funnel cakes! Funnel cakes!" She chanted and hummed merrily that is until the door closed behind the and she got a good look around. Blue-green hues narrow and take in her surroundings. "FUNNEL CAKES?!"
Elouise Warrock	08/30/17	Tucker Why is your face plastered all over the place? I'm not complaining, but do I have to come bail you out?
Caitlyn Darrow	08/29/17	frowns Maybe I should have picked LA and not London. My husband doesn't care for the location.
Elouise Warrock	08/29/17	Tucker I think it should. :) If you don't like it, you can leave. But there's tons of tequila and tacos here if you do come... I'll buy the ticket?
Elouise Warrock	08/29/17	Tucker I have moisturizer. I don't know...me?
Elouise Warrock	08/29/17	Tucker Logan's fine, and that's what counts. Will you be coming to Bloemfontein?
Elouise Warrock	08/29/17	Tucker Are you okay?
Elouise Warrock	08/28/17	Tucker Rude to both remarks. I can cook! You'll see, mf. Just you wait. Culinary orgasms in your near future!
Elouise Warrock	08/28/17	Tucker Or, maybe, just maybe, you enjoy my company. It's okay. You don't have to admit it to yourself just yet. I'll go grocery shopping right now. Any requests, your Royal Highness?
Elouise Warrock	08/28/17	Tucker Okay, smart ass. Round 2 tonight?
Elouise Warrock	08/28/17	Tucker How tf did you beat my high score?
Camille	08/28/17	-stares-
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker OMG FINE. Hope you're ready to kill Nazis.
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker Is that a yes, then? I also have bananas.
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker Works for me. I'll whip it up! What about blueberries?
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker What kind of fruit do you want in your smoothie?!
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker ...one or two spring rolls, then. Grab lotsa sauce. Gonna let lost in it.
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker Noodles. Bring me noodles.
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker Um. Are you going to bring me any???
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker Do you wanna make smoothies and shoot things? I mean in the game. They're Nazis. It's fun!
Elouise Warrock	08/27/17	Tucker Not yet, maybe. ;o I can't figure out why my playstation won't turn on. I need your b*tch ass to help.
Elouise Warrock	08/26/17	Tucker It's rude to ignore your girlfriend/future wife.
Elouise Warrock	08/23/17	Tucker Where are you? I'm bored. Can we get a Playstation? I wanna shoot Nazi zombies.
Soleil Whitaker	08/15/17	New Number: Tucker Yes, hello! Answers for you, hopefully.
Elouise Warrock	08/14/17	It’s impossible to be stealthy when you’re 6’0 of gangly limbs, but agility is on Elouise’s side. Recently, she’s dedicated her energy to making Tucker’s life as inconvenient as possible. It’s how she endears herself to the people in her life, after all. Catching sight of Solomon King’s younger, uglier brother, she creeps up behind him, fingers immediately dishing into his back pocket to grab his wallet. “Hey, Tasha.” She states with a smirk, plucking out the wad of cash stuffed into leather folds. “I’m going on a taco run. Thanks for pitching it!” She’s already backpedaling, a toothy grin on her lips. “What’s yours is mine, after all!” You were successful in stealing $57.00 from Tucker Reid.
El Orlav	08/13/17	~~ Ella wheeled the small luggage bag behind her. Currently engrossed with the screen of her phone, and reading the updates on her extradited flight to go meet James. She busied herself swiping her finger to the messages pinging at her. Then she ran into something firm. Human. With a subtle look at the crotch area, it was a man. ~~ ''Sh!t. Sh!t. My bad, sorry! Well. Hi there. Um..'' ~~ With a fastened turn of her head she could tell that she no doubt lost her way. Why use the phone? When she can use the human pole standing in front of her. He was handsome, but she didn't see a ring - not exactly her type.. but.. she had time. She posed the question and tugged the buds from her ears to hear the man's response. ~~ ''Can you point me in the direction of the airport?''
Elouise Warrock	08/13/17	Tucker Warrock I've always had a thing for Nicholas Cage. You'll just have to do.
Elouise Warrock	08/13/17	Tucker/Husband Warrock is my maiden name. You should know this. We're married.
Elouise Warrock	08/13/17	Tucker So am I going to be Elouise Reid or are you going to be Tucker Warrock??
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker/Husband Goddamn right. You'll give in eventually. I'm quite charming.
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker Marry me and found out. AYOOOO
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker I only share my alcohol with spouses.
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker Fine, come over. This is a date. Jk. Ew. But seriously. Bring tequila.
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker If I win do we get married for real?
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker Sounds like we're in a polygamous relationship. Because I am also married to nachos and tequila. Which means we're married already. Sux2byou.
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker My husband is dead??? Hence the proposal?
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Tucker No, bish. This is not a game or a trap. Are we getting hitched or naw?
Elouise Warrock	08/12/17	Taylor Two, actually. Third time's the charm?
Elouise Warrock	08/11/17	Taystee Do you want to get married?
Elouise Warrock	07/30/17	"Good. Me neither." She snorted, lifting a hand to scratch idly at her cheek. She observed Tucker in silence, leaning over to grab another shot from the table. She had spent so long making up new names for him, she wasn't actually certain if 'Tucker' was his given name. Oh well. After kicking back yet another shot, she leaned into the comfort of the sofa, now apparently at ease. "So..." What the fck was his name? "Tracy. Right? Anyways." Smooth. "The only real rules I have around here are that you don't eat my Cheetos, you don't fck my sister-in-law, and you don't drink my Kool-Aid. It's spiked with all sorts of sh*t. Don't want you to die."
Elouise Warrock	07/26/17	Leave it to Elouise to let the interesting people in. At least the man knew how to hold his liquor. Otherwise, the evening would be over rather expediently. "At least you're an obedient weird-o." She cleared her throat. "For the record, you're under no obligation to actually spend time with me. But, it was either you, or another night spend with Cheech, Chong, and Wolverine." For the record, Cheech and Chong were the dogs, and Wolverine, naturally, her son, but she would offer zero explanations on this front. With another easy movement, she knocked back another shot.
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	"Moderately handsome strangers, thank you. I don't keep company with uggos." She shuffled over, hands full with two shots apiece. "My husband is a fcking monster, my only friend is a sex-addicted lesbian, and you're what's left. See my dilemma?" She smirked, kicking back a shot with ease. "What's your excuse, asshle?"
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	The blonde chooses to mull over her drink. For all of ten extra seconds. The agave fluid was a refreshing sensation as it spilled over the back of her throat. "Just remember, it's 100 percent your choice. Looking at old man d*cks all day. Just sayin'." Her next move, of course, is to prepare shots. It's done in her same methodical silence. "So, are you a social leper? Is that why you're stuck drinking with me? Shouldn't you...be getting chlamydia from a Russian stripper?"
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	Cerulean eyes blinked slowly. Mortician. That would have been of some use in the past several days. With the number of bodies she'd gone through, it would have been easier to have used him. Unassuming or not. That thought, however, is kept solely in the reserves of her mind. Mindlessly, she shifted over towards the cabinet, procuring two glorious, boot-shaped glasses. Classic. "I can't say I prefer human company often. Sometimes, however, it's necessary." She tapped her temple. "The baby is fun, and all, but the cute little bstard can't hold a conversation for sht." She offered one of the glasses in Tucker's direction then. "I guess you're not that fcked up." She knitted her brow. Weird. "How many naked old people have you seen? Oh. Gross*. A lot. Definitely a lot."
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	She jerked a thumb towards the closet across the room. "Definitely another one in there." Arms full, she dumped bottles onto a large, circular table. After adjusting the brim of her comically large hat, she turns to face him. "Right." Her movements as hasty and methodical as she prepared what one could consider the strongest margaritas known to man. She is mostly silent during the process, always the type of person who prefers a comfortable silence above all else. And in Tucker's company, she felt perfectly sound. "So, what's your catch? Serial killer? Cannibal? Pedophile?" When she finally spoke, it couldn't possibly lack her normal biting sense of humor. "You seem way too normal."
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	It's on rare occasion these days that someone comes in search of Elouise Orlav. Not that it has ever been especially common, but, still. "Re-lax, hombre." She called before shuffling over to the door. And, in good fashion, she is adorned in matching poncho and sombrero. "...don't fcking judge me." She swung the door open, a mocking sweep of the hand bidding him welcome. "I have...cheetos. Probably some hummus. Definitely* lime."
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	Torah B*tch please. You've never gotten drunk with me.
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	Tuba You're cleaning up any puke, FYI. ...I don't puke, but the baby might.
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	Thomas Tequila. Always tequila.
Elouise Warrock	07/25/17	Tanner We're getting hammered tonight.
Julliet Swan	07/16/17	The angel threw one fist, then the next, and the routine repeated itself until the deed was done. She flicked the drops of blood off her knuckles, drawn from her victim's upper lip, and straightened herself up. She'd usually been good with keeping her attacks hidden from bystanders, but it seemed she had a quiet audience this evening. As Julliet tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, her bright blue orbs acknowledged the presence of the onlooker with a half nod of her head, before strolling away to continue her business. Maybe her witness learned a thing or two...
Elouise Warrock	07/15/17	Tallulah ...I'm from Buffalo. We're going to Taco Bell. Gonna get real intimate with a quesadilla.
Elouise Warrock	07/15/17	Tank Fine. Uber. What the f*ck is Popeyes?
Elouise Warrock	07/15/17	Turner I'm hungry. Let's do something. You're my designated b*tch.
Elouise Warrock	07/14/17	Tranny What are you doing?
Soleil Whitaker	07/12/17	She laughs. It isn't intended to be malicious in any way, but rather as a sign of genuine empathy. Waving idly, she confesses, "It took me a week to figure out how to get from the kitchen to my room. Someone ought to map this place out." Perhaps that'd be a task for a rainy day. "The cameras, though" - she swivels to find the nearest one - "You'll get used to them. Jameson... Dr. Orlav has them in place for a reason." She offers a toothy grin and a nonchalant shrug, hoping the gesture would be enough to reassure the Order's newest member. "None in your room or bathroom, though. Thankfully."
Elouise Warrock	07/12/17	Tuscaloosa Wtf. That's one strike. But yeah. Make me some tacos. ASAP.
Elouise Warrock	07/11/17	Tampa I need Taco Bell.
Soleil Whitaker	07/10/17	With an amused grin, Soleil sidles up to him, mirroring his peculiar fingertips-only wave. She can't help but let out a quiet laugh. "I'm Soleil," she replies, sticking out her hand, "Just wanted to say welcome to the Order." She's intrigued, as she is by most creatures of the Realm, and can already tell that he's one of her kind. Perks of having a keen sense of smell, perhaps. "Let me know if there's anything I can do, yeah? Did El show you around at all?"
Soleil Whitaker	07/09/17	Soleil had just been passing through the Compound when her phone buzzed. "New guy, huh," she mutters after scanning through the text she'd just received, "Interesting." Coincidentally, an unfamiliar body is shuffling down the hallway just in front of her. Her brow arches in curiosity. "Tucker?" she calls out, hastening her pace some, "Hey! Are you Tucker?"
Elouise Warrock	07/09/17	"The fridge is fully stocked. It isn't as if you'll need to leave." After a slight pause, she's walking away. "Speaking of, mark your food in the fridge. I'll totally disregard it, but the others won't." Entering the kitchen, she allows the labeled cabinets, drawers, and dining area to itself. Everything is shades of white and gray. Dull. Basic. Clean. The blonde preferred her surroundings orderly. "My husband's name is Jameson. He's...away." Her tone shifts, decidedly more on edge than before. "Jason, big guy with the beard? He's usually around. As for the others...they come and go. Soleil is here, for now."
Elouise Warrock	07/09/17	A vague smirk tugs at El's lips. This one is funny. "Tucker, then." Nimble feet begin to pad down the hall. She doesn't glance back, sure he'll follow. "We like to keep it very dorm-esque here. Your room has a bed, a dresser, and a mostly functional closet. You have your own bathroom, but if you clog that sht..." She makes a foul expression. "That's your goddamn problem." It seems almost random, the direction Elouise takes through the maze of hallways, and even more so when she selects a uniform, gray door out of all the others. Manicured fingers procure a sharpie, and she marks the door boldly with the word 'Troy'. Cheeky? Of course. She wasn't going to make this easy for him. "Rearrange the furniture however you want. You can also replace it with your own, or not, I don't really give a sht." Arms fold across her chest as she shifts to allow him entrance. As she does, her other hand lifts up to dangle a key. "Every other entry is locked by retina-scan, thumbprint and pass-key. We'll get you set up with that later...if I'm not busy."
Mackenzie	07/09/17	"What the actual f-ck, S-" Mackenzie stops short as she gets a closer look at the man, arms crossing as she peers up at him. "Huh. I'll be damned." Tucker Reid just failed at stealing money from you!
Elouise Warrock	07/09/17	"Oi. New guy." Elouise beckons with an idle hand wave. She notes his height, though, the blonde is rarely intimidated by size. Being six feet tall tends to allot the woman with a rare confidence. "What's your name again? Todd?" Cerulean eyes are squinting, and it isn't entirely clear whether or not she's joking. "I can show you your digs, if you want. I put you right next to the nursery. Figured I can ignore the baby, but you won't be able to."
Dovima Bastet	07/07/17	Text to: Tucker Is that so? You're gonna love me.
Dovima Bastet	07/07/17	Text to: Tucker Address and time. Tell me what you want or be surprised?
Dovima Bastet	07/07/17	Text to: Tucker Bring on the heat, baby. They still make connect four? I can bring checkers, too.
Dovima Bastet	07/07/17	Text to: Tucker I'm easy, too. Let's plan for tomorrow and if push comes to shove, assuming you're the boss, I'll order takeout and bring it to you. How's that?
Dovima Bastet	07/07/17	Text to: Tucker Hey! Thought you'd never ask. Where and when?
Dovima Bastet	07/06/17	"I believe you will." The smile never faded from Vee's face. It wasn't about the hoodie at all. It served only as a stepping stone and that suited her right down to the ground. Every type of relationship needed to begin somewhere. "Try not to maul anyone else," she teased while turning. "I'll be waiting." Vee offered a wave and started on her way. Rarely did she walk away from a person or a situation and look back. Why? Looking back served no purpose. She looked forward, to the future and the path before her, using the past to help guide her. One step at a time. Her footsteps never stopped, never hesitated... but Vee did glance back to the landing in front of the entry door where Tucker last stood.
Dovima Bastet	07/06/17	Vee decided she liked Tucker's laugh. She also decided wanted to hear more of it. As a general rule, she did her best not to make assumptions about people but she suspected the man next to her, for one or more reasons, did not laugh often. Everyone needed laughter in their lives. It did wonders for the soul. The vibration of a cell phone, one not hers, drew Vee from her musing. A stab of disappointment when Tucker announced the cancellation of their impromptu dinner date. His follow-up offer quickly replaced disappointment with pleasure and it reflected in her smile. "C'est la vie. Raincheck," she agreed, nodding, already fishing a stubby pen and receipt out from her pocket. After scribbling 'Vee' and her number on the back of the receipt, she held it out to Tucker. "Call or text. Hang on to the hoodie and give it back next time we meet. I plan to hold you to that raincheck."
Dovima Bastet	07/05/17	An audible growl from Tucker's stomach caused Vee's dark brows to rise. A grin spread across her face. "Sounds like your stomach agrees with that statement," she all but giggled. Don't be mistaken, there was no malice in the laugh; she wished to keep things light. Stuffing her hands into her pocket, she mosied along next to Tucker. Presumably they were on their way to his place. "Scotch and whiskey? There are people who might consider that blasphemy..." The mention of ribeye brought another smile to her face. Her lioness's interest piqued. Meat never failed to garner her attention. "A good steak sounds great. Lucky for us, I know a place. Hope you don't mind dives. Nothing to write home about for looks but the food is on point."
Dovima Bastet	07/04/17	The labels made Vee want to shudder in distaste. She didn't judge but canned this and canned that amounted to lack of nutrition and even less appeal. Her lionness cringed. These thoughts were kept purely internal. The man had already admitted to a stroke of bad luck and the last thing he needed was a strange, upstart woman trashing on his choice of meal fixings. Another thought occurred to her, then, while once again patiently waiting for him to collect and deposit his goods into hoodie turned bag. Suspecting the man's pride could stand only so much assistance, she held the knotted arms of the 'bag' out and placed then 'handle' into his outstretched hands without objection. "You aren't transparent. You're frustrated," Vee smiled in understanding. "Glad to meet you, Tucker. I'm Dovima, though far prefer Vee." Once relieved of the burden, she tucked the dangling earbuds into a front pocket of her jeans. "Are you hungry?" The question popped out suddenly. "I'm hungry. What about drinks and dinner? My treat. I'm weird and don't like to eat alone, and it wouldn't be fair to expect you to pay when I'm the one who asked you."
Dovima Bastet	07/04/17	Vee took the man at his word and allowed her offer for assistance to be waved off. She watched and waited patiently, hands clasped toegther in front of her hips. He seemed to have it all in hand and then fate decided to be a petty b-tch. It reminded her of the scene in Home Alone where Kevin was walking home holding grocery bags and the bottoms fell out of them all. She felt for him. Her right hand shot out. It wasn't physically possible for her to save everything; only one lowly can and only after playing hot potato with it for several seconds. "Aren't I the hero of the day," she eyed the can. "Okay. I am going to make several assumptions. One, you must be experiencing a series of unfortunate events. Two, you live nearby. Three, you aren't planning on being a creep. Four, you could use a drink. So," Vee held out the can and didn't bother to wait for him to take it. He either would or wouldn't, "I propose to help you get these to your place and then we have a drink. What do you say?" Again, she didn't bother waiting for affirmation. She was already shrugging out of her hoodie and turning it into a makeshift bag.
Dovima Bastet	07/03/17	Gawking. Daydreaming. Dawdling. Take your pick. Whichever way, Vee wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings. No, she had her gaze turned skyward, earbuds in, and not a single care in the world. Until what felt like a truck smashed into her side. She squawked, stumbled and spun, doing a fair impression of the man-truck's flails. Vee yanked the earbuds out. "I'm okay. Are you okay? Here, let me help you..."
Autumn Summers	06/28/17	Welcome to the realm.
Camille	06/28/17	Welcome to the Realm.
December-Rose	06/28/17	Silver eyes glittered with amusement as she regarded the man with subdued interest, shoulders rising and falling as she brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. Blood red lips curled into a malicious smile as she snickered at him, unable to hide her amusement at him very well. "The thing about that is sweet," she tilted her head at him as she scented the air and wrinkled her nose, "that I will bathe this world in blood and etch my name into the flesh of the innocent as I tear Heaven apart." A slender finger touched her bottom lip as a black nail tapped in a rhythmic manner, "As for bottom dwelling, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to know that Hell lies beneath your feet." She flashed a pretty smile as she walked off, laughing.
December-Rose	06/28/17	Emerald irises burned through the darkness as she stood just within the mouth of an alley, silver hair hanging in curled curtains around a youthful face. Dark lashes fluttered on her cheeks as she looked around, spotting someone that she hadn’t seen before. She could smell the blood, and she knew that she was quite covered in it, her simple white dress splattered with it, her face crusted thickly in places with the substance. She shrugged slender shoulders and stepped out into the glow of a sickly yellow street light, glancing up at the bulb as it buzzed softly with electricity. Her shadow raced up the brick wall to her left, vanishing where the light died. She took a step forward before pausing for a moment. What to say to someone that one had never met before. After a moment she began to walk again, bare feet silent on the sidewalk, drops of blood still falling around her as she moved, She walked past the stranger quietly before whispering in her sweet southern accent, “Try not to die around here, there are some rather nasty little creatures wandering around.” She laughed softly as she turned her head slightly to look at the newcomer. “I’d say you can find me if you need anything, but heaven knows I’m the wrong person to ask for help."