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This frontier town of magic will become a battleground. Which side will you fight on? The Victorian Company rules Memphis. They sell magical perfume for all occasions. Perfumes for love, success and money. Attraction. Success. Perfumes for all purposes, magical perfumes, and love oils that force men and women to be slaves. They are the law. Fight against them and they will destroy you. |
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This frontier town of magic will become a battleground. Which side will you be fighting on? The Victorian Company rules Memphis. They sell magical perfume for all occasions. Perfumes for love, success and money. Attraction. Success. Perfumes for all purposes, magical perfumes, and love oils that force men and women to be slaves. They are the law. Fight against them and they will destroy you. |
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This frontier town of magic will become a battleground. Which side will you be fighting on? The Victorian Company rules Memphis. They sell magical perfume for all occasions. Perfumes for love, success and money. Attraction. Success. Perfumes for all purposes, magical perfumes, and love oils that force men and women to be slaves. They are the law. Fight against them and they will destroy you. |
| P E R F U M E | MODS | RPG | OOC PREMISE | WANTED | RULES | CAST | APPLY |
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P L O T Premise Victorian Company The Insurgents Event Calendar IC Comm |
S E T T I N G Cast Page Location Info Magical Perfume Jobs World/FAQs |
A P P L Y Application Holds/PBs Rules Friend Button OOC Comm |
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P R E M I S E  Spring of 1843. The snow is melting. Soon, men will take their shovels to dig graves and the first casualties of the revolution will be laid to rest in the frontier town of Sedona. Lives have been devastated by a bombing and a train wreck. Ladies have become widows; children have become orphans.But life goes on. Those who have died will soon be out of mind. The shops sell their wares; more people want to own guns these days. Women sell their bodies. The saloons still serve drinks to people who want to forget about the world they live in, the people who used to live in it with them, and the people who still do. Some distance from the graveyard, in the Westonbirt Arboretum, flowers are blooming near the ground these bodies are hidden by. Their beauty will delight hearts that have been bowed by sorrow and fear. But these flowers will be cut and washed and their oils will be condensed and mixed and sold as magic. And the glass bottles they are sold in will become smeared by blood from the hands of the Victorian Company. The revolution has begun. The bodies that were just buried in the newly-thawed earth will be far from the last. This small town will become a battleground. Which side will you be fighting on? Perfume is an original western fantasy game set in the small town of Sedona. We offer a long-term plot and are always open to suggestions and discussion from members. We permit smaller plots, be they personal or game-wide. This game is literate and active. We are yaoi and yuri friendly, though due to the setting characters may not be. If you have any questions please feel free to ask: the mods are active and friendly. original code by butterflybox | Mods: | ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} distilledmodsEmail: cwmods@hotmail.co.uk Server: Insanejournal Affiliates: Looking for them! | |||||||||
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| The frontier does not have a history, but the cowboys do. When the West was still Wild, it took a strong will and a stronger constitution to survive its unknown limits. In the heart of the desert, when a man had lost his way and finally given up, he might count himself lucky to find himself in a strange, sleepy town—Daingerfield, it was called, if that sign some miles back was to be believed. There were tracks that ran through here, but you would be hard pressed to find someone who knew who laid them. Or where they went. It might have been a safer bet to catch a passing sandship if you wanted a way out. But the Sheriff’s been eyeing you, and you still owe him for that first meal down at the saloon when you stumbled in. Maybe you’ll head out tomorrow. Opening March 11th |
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