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Porthos, I'm turning our apartment into a twinkling winter wonderland. Watch your step, would you?

We'll be hosting a Very Merry Musketeers Holiday Party on the 19th, all are welcome - your price of admission at our door is a bottle of alcohol. There will be plenty of food, drink and charming company, with a dash of trouble.

And you don't have to wear a tacky sweater!

I'm so sick of portals.

Papa? They said my other parents aren't her- Henry?

[ ooc; Same AU as Remy Mills & coma!Henry Mills! ]

For those of you that have nowhere else to be, the doors of my bar will be open to our community only for a Thanksgiving feast.

Those of you currently at the hospital waiting for baby Booth-Swan to appear, I will be sending over food for you all.

I believe I could live in this shower, and I do not believe Marguerite has ever slept more soundly than she has these last few nights.

The clothing is unusual, though, and I am shamefully unaccustomed to not having a staff on-hand to assist me in my daily activities. It is a transition, but I will adjust.

[ The Various Aramises ]

The eldest among you spoke of a test to determine the paternity of my daughter. As it is entirely likely that the version of you I knew intimately is her father, I hoped tor request that one of you offer to provide a sample to be tested against her blood. I would be most appreciative if one of you would oblige.

It pains me to know that I have had no role in the lives of either of the two sons here who share my blood. I would not have my daughter grow up without at least knowing who her father is, especially knowing that neither of the options for paternity are dishonourable to any degree.

Remy's Wine Bar will be hosting a tasteful Halloween Masquerade Event, where the person with the best mask wins a very expensive bottle of wine that's probably too good for you. $20 a head for entry will get you two glasses of wine and a plate of gourmet cheese. We will have live music and dancing until midnight, with the winner being announced around 10 PM. 21+ entry.

Sweet underage children of mine, you will be not allowed in, so feel free to make other plans, but know that I will be watching you.

[FILTERED TO HER ARAMIS]

Alright, don't overreact. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Okay?

This is quite possibly the strangest walk through the Fade I've experienced, and Maker knows I've had some doozies. I would very much appreciate the spirits to leave me be; I don't imagine adding "possession" to the Exalted Council's list of wrongs against the Inquisition would endear us any more to them, and I've urgent matters to attend back home.



[ ooc - Inquisitor Trevelyan! Human mage, horrible AU, you know the drill ]

Funding has been acquired, the paperwork has been signed, and a date has been picked for the grand opening.

Remy's Wine Bar will be opening this fall, just in time for Halloween.

[FILTERED TO MUSKETEERS]


I don't This is a slow death Can we be accepted into military service or do we need to be citizens of this country to do so?

[OOC: Filter canceled.]

Porthos, Aramis - do you two own dresses?

[ FILTERED TO HIS HENRY MILLS ]
How's the head doing, Henry?

Unbelievable. I'll be blamed for this somehow.


[OOC: AU!Athos from Milady's world. Only change is she killed Rochefort and Athos argued for her life to be spared.]

[FILTERED TO HER ARAMIS]

Are you done bein cross with me yet? I miss you.

It physically pains me to say this, but I think I might be gettin too old for this shit.


Ugh alright, lemmie try and pretend I don't have saltwater in my nose. Hello, I'm Porthos Du Vallon. Used to be a Musketeer. Been here, done that, nice to meet whoever I don't already know.

Now somebody give me a hug. Please and thank you.

[OOC: Future BP Porthos to go with Aramis & Tristan. I am sure exactly ZERO people are surprised.]

This wine is slop.

Aramis, Porthos, they said you were here.




[ooc: a very irritated grumpy cat genderswapped athos, always been female]

Bien , vas te faire encule trop, Portal. You just had to ruin the camera. I know, I get it. You just can't help yourself. And you did get me out of a tight spot. But leaving the family behind was kind of a dick move. I'm just saying.

Let's see, January 2015. Nobody around here even knows the name Tristan d'Herblay, huh?

It's okay. If you feed me, you can call me Suzie for all I care.

And now I've found a reason to like this century even more.

I can't be here. I need to find a way to save my son and I can't do that here.

[ooc; Always been a dude!Regina! In his world some things happened the way they did, some didn't. For a more detailed look at the changes, check out this. Would love to see more people from this world! If you have any changes you want to propose, I'm all for it!]

Is anyone not entirely insufferable here an art fan? I've got an extra ticket to the after-hours Sigmar Polke event at the MoMA tonight.

Ground rules:

• Don't be a psychopath. If you must be a psychopath, you should also be incandescently beautiful. If you're not a psychopath, you can get away with being merely ravishing.
  
• Please be able to hold a conversation about art, or at least know a little about it. If you're not the chatty type, no need, I can read your mind.
  
• This isn't an Independence Day event. Don't accessorize by theme.
  
• I absolutely prefer women, but if you're feeling lucky, try me.
  
• Those against mutants need not apply, nor breathe. I can help you quit the latter.

The above rules are iron-tight and should be respected, unless you're interesting enough that I can overlook them. Spoiler alert: you are likely not interesting enough.

Ouch. That England-Uruguay match hurt.

Well, this is all very... exciting. Or confusing, but I'd rather stick to exciting.