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Member Services / Re: Badges & Awards
« Last post by Camm Erskine on March 19, 2024, 08:51:40 PM »
OMG! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TEAM! Scotland international team
Character: camm

GIVE ME MY EFB BADGE!
Character: camm
EFB Level: working class


OMG! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TEAM! Sweetwater all-stars
Character: @Zeke Heller

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Member Services / Re: Badges & Awards
« Last post by Eden Finley on March 19, 2024, 08:44:09 PM »
OMG! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TEAM! Pride of Portree + Scotland international team
Character: Eden

GIVE ME MY EFB BADGE!
Character: Eden
EFB Level: Middle Class (instead of lower middle)

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Member Services / Re: Archive/Unarchive my account!
« Last post by Waldrick Rowle on March 19, 2024, 06:41:58 PM »
Please archive the following:
Character name: @Waldrick Rowle
Driver: lee
Multichars: adam, sam, conrad, michael, harry
Position?: n/a
EFBs: -

alas poor waldrick we hardly knew ye

@lee rip waldrick
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Africa / Re: [marrakech] midnight city. [graham]
« Last post by Graham Kerr on March 19, 2024, 05:36:41 PM »
Graham was having the time of his life. It had been awhile since he had had a lucrative job somewhere, and he had celebrated his cursebreaking success by taking his girlfriend on a well-needed vacation somewhere warmer than the chilly Scotland air. He had been to Morocco several times by now, and was comfortable there–as well as having connections for a great place for the two of them to stay. They had the whole property to themselves, including th private enclosed pool where they had recently indulged in the privacy and the warm water with a exhibitionist-like romp. Now, they were relaxing and cuddling and talking, and Graham felt very calm and at ease.

“Tea? No. I’ll take a beer though, or some whiskey? You want me to fashion you a drink?” He asked, not moving far away from her despite offering to get out of the pool to get her what she wanted. “We could order in, too, if you wanted?” He offered. “There are some fantastic things around here that we don’t get a lot in Scotland, if you are up for something adventurous. Of course, it’s not off the table for us to get dolled up and go out–the night is young.” That was a slight overstatement, as the night was nearly over.

“I love you.” He said, basically out of nowhere as he looked her over. She was shimmering in the moonlight, and he wanted to take a picture with his mind so he would never miss the moment. He smiled at her fondly. There was a part of him who had considered making this trip their engagement trip (assuming she’d say yes) but he was having a little cold feet about proposing, given that they had never actually talked about furthering their relationship. He loved her and knew she was the one, but he was worried she was not ready to take that step. They really ought to discuss it, first.

“I wish I could capture this moment forever.” He confessed. “You’re shimmering in the moonlight, looking like a ethereal goddess, and I am not worthy.” He teased. Luckily, the moon was not full. “You think you’ll still love me in 20 years?” He wondered, breeching the subject carefully. “When I’m not as handsome as I am now?” He joked.
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Africa / [marrakech] midnight city. [graham]
« Last post by Madeline Fletcher on March 19, 2024, 03:53:17 PM »
"Do you want some tea?" Madeline asked as she pulled the floating silver tray across the water to the edge of the pool where she sat, her long legs lazily moving in the water. It was a stunningly beautiful hotel they were staying in and they were making the most of the warm desert nights. The swimming pool was in the middle of the courtyard beneath a cloudless starry sky that seemed to stretch for miles. A private oasis in the middle of the medina, seemingly miles away from the hustle and bustle of the vibrant city.

She and Graham had arrived yesterday and the Moroccan sun had already caused Maddie's freckles to appear, her exposed skin erring on the side of sunburnt. She was sure Graham had been humouring her when she insisted they go to the market for no reason at all (the riad had all food and drinks included) but he'd let her haggle. She hadn't gotten a very good deal, honestly, but he still said she'd done a good job. And she'd come back with a cute but slightly lopsided fridge magnet.

Her fingers wrapped themselves around the delicate cup as she took a sip, her face upturned towards the sky, fascinated. "Isn't it just unfair that we don't live here?" Maddie asked her boyfriend with a lazy grin, holding out the cup for him to take.

It wasn't late, just after eleven at night, and the soft glow of the lamps illuminated the pool. They had the place to themselves. It must have been expensive, unless Graham's friend had something to do with it. Maddie had met the cursebreaker once before, she was tall and blonde and seemingly full of life but she was nice enough.

"I just a bunch of stuff," Maddie admitted with a sheepish grin as she slicked her wet hair back from her forehead, wiggling her toes in the still-warm water. "I'm starving."


@Graham Kerr
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London / Re: [bloomsbury] this is why we can't have nice things. [harlan]
« Last post by William Dasher on March 19, 2024, 03:33:12 PM »
Will gaze focused on the other man's face. Granted, he hadn't been behaving well at all and this absolutely was not the place to air dirty laundry but he couldn't help it. Either Harlan had taken one too many bludgers to the head or he simply didn't give a fuck. Will didn't know what he was expecting but he was anticipating a whiff of shame, perhaps. A smidge of contritement. A sprinkle of shame. But no. Here he stood, bold as brass, in Will's kitchen. The cock of the walk. What a bastard.

The other man's laugh made the publisher's back stiffen and he shifted his weight, moving his free hand behind his back to ball it into a fist, his nails leaving little crescent shapes as they dug into the flesh of his palm. This was quite extraordinary. He'd never met anyone like him before and Will sincerely hoped he never would again. Stealing one girlfriend was bad but two was just poor form.

Instead, this was Will's turn to scoff. Most aren't came the reply and Will raised an eyebrow, his face clearly expressing no shit. Just where did this pillock get off, anyway? This was Will's turf. His home. His party. And his back was up. He was seething.

He hadn't assumed that either of his exes had mentioned him but he'd seen the look on Harlan's face as the penny dropped - he knew who he was - but still, no hint of remorse. In fact, he'd offered zero reaction to Will's animosity. The red flag had been waved.

"I can't say the same," came the dark reply as he refused to move out of the other man's way. "What's your issue?" Will countered, taking a step toward him. "You just run around, collecting other people's girlfriends like trophies or something?" He goaded, eyebrows arched. It didn't matter at that moment that if either Honey or Nice had been happy with Will, then maybe they wouldn't have had the urge to do what they did. Logic went out of the window long ago.

It may have been the fact that they were both very different; Will was raised correctly and Harlan had been seemingly dragged up by cave people. "You're sick in the head, mate," he added gruffly as he pushed past Harlan.
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Hyacinth snuggled into the touches Ian was giving her, kissing him back eagerly. She squeezed his hand again, and smiled into him a little more. “I wish we could just fade away here.” She confessed. “I’m so heated. I want to let you eat me up.” She admitted with a coy blush and a little smile. She nodded a little. “I suppose it’s best not to leave everyone waiting, but maybe if we’re lucky… I can show you somewhere private during the reception.” She was not quite thinking of sex, but she wanted to do more than kiss chastely. She wanted to kiss heatedly, tongue against tongue. She was innocent, yes, but she was a grown woman now. She knew what desire felt like, and she was feeling it now. She wanted to be ravished.

“We can start heading back, I suppose. The wedding is going to start soon, anyway. I’m so excited for Azalea and Christian. He’s very nice, and they are lovely together. I am so eager to see what happens with them. Maybe I’ll even get a niece or nephew soon?” She grinned. She squeezed his hand again.

“Kiss me once more?” She urged. “Don’t hold back. I want to be tied over.”
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Scotland / Re: [Edinburgh] You look so pretty, and I love this view (Hyacinth)
« Last post by Ian Moray on March 19, 2024, 09:43:44 AM »
The innocence that spilled out from Hyacinth's words caused guilt to further engulf Ian. "No you didn't do anything wrong." No matter what he did it seemed he was going to fuck this up. Her face flushed and it turned Ian on even more as she admitted she didn't mind the fire. "You don't until you get burned." Which he wasn't intending on doing, but it happened to everything and everyone he cared about it seemed. Except Basil actually was in a good place and dating this guy that Ian really thought was good for him.

Hyacinth wouldn't release their intertwined fingers as she admitted she rather stay. Lust flashed through Ian's eyes at the ideas that ran through his head if he let the fire consume them. Of course he would rather stay than go out with the crowds of people attending this wedding. He would much rather trail his lips over her skin and show Hy just what fire really could do. "Of course I'll come visit you. If you want to write I'll respond. You. know I do tend to walk around the grounds outside of Hogsmeade, there's a lot of ingredients in the hamlets that I gather to sell to shops." Although Ian was sure that unlike himself, Ian wasn't a rule breaker and wouldn't go wander away from where she was suppose to be. "So I can pop in whenever on the weekends if you want."

Moving their laced hands just a bit, Ian brushed his lips across hers, this time so softly that he could feel her warm breath. A low moan escaped his lips that was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. It's official. Ian was going to be thinking about Hyacinth all the time when she goes back to Hogwarts. The wanting and addiction of just her presence was already overwhelming for the young man. "I'm sure Basil is wondering where I wandered off to." It was an excuse to go back because in all actually Ian was sure that Basil was caught up in Magnus right now. He nibbled her bottom lip and caressed her lower back with his free hand, "I would hate to keep him waiting." Another lie, because Ian wouldn't really care how long Basil waited for him or if he waited at all. Not when he had his beautiful lass in front of him just radiating sunshine.

If only he could catch her before he burned.
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The Sorting Hat / Re: Character changes & retcons!
« Last post by taylor on March 19, 2024, 09:39:06 AM »
Character's name: @Eden Finley
Changes made:
- rewrote appearance and personality sections
- touched up history, no major overhauls, some new connections
- added more to what she's been up to recently
- changed her newts subjects

Character's name: @Giselle Gauthier
Changes made:
- reworded appearance and personality sections a little
- added to history up to present (going on 7th year)

Character's name: @Zeke Heller
Changes made:
- added to history up to present (going on 6th)
- changed strengths and weaknesses

Character's name: @Ximena Moraes
Changes made: literally no changes before/after archiving, i just had a Moment, but thought i'd post here just in case

@taylor all approved
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The moment her shift finished Bérénice removed her lime-green St Mungo’s robes (she had so far failed to convince them to let her wear her old robes from the Parisian hospital – a much more flattering lavender shade), swapping the offending garment out for a light woollen coat to travel home in.

She pulled her collar tighter and took in the bright blue sky as she stepped onto the pavement outside, the new day beginning around her – it had been dark when she’d arrived for her overnight rotation. She was still getting used to shift work, having to sleep whilst the sun was up and the hum of the city provided a backdrop to her slumber, but it had been a long night and she was ready for bed—

Nice had to do a double take to be sure it was really him and not some hallucination from lack of sleep, but it was him. She stared at Harlan for a long moment, confused by the presence of a young girl on his shoulders, confused by his presence here – she had known, moving to London, she would see him again eventually, but she had silently been hoping it might be at some nice restaurant, a bar, a friend of a friend’s event, somewhere she hadn’t just spent the past ten hours dealing with patients.

He had clearly seen her too—they were holding eye contact—so there was no dipping away unseen – but even if he hadn’t, she wasn’t sure she could resist saying hello; she never had been good at resisting him. Slowly they approached one another until they were standing facing one another, a pace apart – the child perched on his shoulders kept her from leaning in for a more continental greeting. She smiled—it was a touch forced; her brain trying to decide if she thought the little girl’s blue eyes were inherited from the man in front of her – could she really have missed that news? Some floozy out of the woodwork? It wasn’t inconceivable, she had literally gone abroad to get away from everything but—

She swallowed softly. “Hi.”
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