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@musketeer-gripweed

Rosie sat down beside the soldier in the corner, tray in hand, with a soft sigh of relief. It was quieter over here, and far less attention from the soldiers who were fighting for it and flirting with her and the other singers. A lack of women was apparently a problem, one she didn't want to solve, thank you very much.

Still, she was grateful for the quieter spot. "I'm sorry to intrude, but it seemed...less crowded over here."

Food in the mess hall wasn't glamorous, and certainly not what she was used to, but it was better than nothing. Hungry? Don't turn your nose up to what's served, that's what her mother said. 'Make a face and you get another bite.'

However, she did have something sweet up her sleeves to share if he didn't oppose her presence. A trade.

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@kakashimultimuse || Here

Chandler grinned. She was pleased to know he liked it. The carnival was in town last week and she went with her dad for the evening. The frog plush reminded her of her new friend and she played the game for thirty minutes repeatedly until she won it.

"A wish, hm? I will have to think about it. This isn't something I want to waste, of course," she teased.

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Thieving Little...

@angelicmurmurings

Cole silently slipped through the window and into what appeared to be an office. Perfect. Bedroom was the last place he wanted to be at this hour. He left the window cracked open, enough to easily open it wide enough for himself to get through again in a hurry, but not enough for too much outdoor noise to find its way inside.

Let's see. Office. There could be a few things in here, but this would likely be a place for information gathering. Information was easier to trade than physical objects. Fencers could be unreliable, and carrying stolen objects if you were unable to get rid of them immediately was just...foolish. No, papers and the like would be a safer bet.

He carefully crept to the desk and checked for locks before kneeling to weed through each drawer. Cole pulled a phone out, ready to take pictures of whatever he found, but paused when he heard movement. He froze, held his breath and prayed it was just the house settling.

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Open

“One day, I'mma look in your eyes, tell ya you were made to shine. Tell ya to go out and find, out and find, what makes you come alive. One day, I’mma point to the sky, tell ya you were made to fly. When I’m gone, for too long, it’s hard to handle, but I’m tryin’ to be a good example.”

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Part of the Crowd; Closed

@prodigyofprinxetoncollege

Out of anyone Washington could have picked for this job, Alex wouldn't have expected to be on it. John? Sure. Ben? Yeah, definitely. But not him. Washington was always so keen on keeping Alex at his side for every little thing, one would think that Alex was some kind of dog; he felt like it sometimes too. And he'd heard the rumors. "Washington's little bitch/pet" or whatever the hell else they came up with.

Last week had been the last straw and he got into a fight with Washington in his office over it, demanding that he be let out somewhere so people would get off his case about being the favorite. He didn't want to be the favorite, not when it came with this level of sheltering.

Which is how he wound up on one of the most dangerous cases. Sure, he was excited to prove himself, but that didn't mean he wanted to be thrown into the lions' den. Too late now. Especially as he followed Hercules into a building where they were supposed to meet whoever was hiring them for this or that. Alex still wasn't sure what his job would be within this gang. He just wanted to get this part over with and move on with the investigation.

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At Long Last; Closed; John

@freckled-muses

"Waking up" wasn't a new phenomenon. It happened to millions of people, and there were special counselors that assisted those who woke up to memories of whatever traumas they went through in their previous lives. Agencies helped people reconnect with loved ones, and more.

So here Alex was, waiting in an office to talk to whatever counselor was assigned to his case. Killed by his friend, ruined marriage, dead best friend and...other things that the guy was to him. He wanted to get over all of the people he'd lost and his death. Connecting with any of them was a nightmare to him. Except for his children. Was it bad that he didn't care about finding anyone but his children?

And John. Seeing him just one more time, hearing his voice, that would be enough.

But that was a bad idea. It lead to other problems from his last life and he couldn't go through any of that again.

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Captured Shadow; Mafia AU; Open

***Read tags for ships; don’t reply unless it falls under this please.

He knew robbing the guy was risky. He was the head of the largest mafia family in New York City, but money was tight, he was a thief of all things, and he was paid a job to swipe something from him. Alex was sure that the large sum they offered was because they didn’t think Alex would make it out alive. They would be wrong, he would come out of this alive, but he wouldn’t be leaving that mansion for a while.

So why did he need the money? That’s for him to know, and for everyone else to butt out. He needed it, and that was enough.

The security on the grounds was easy; he slipped through the guards like a shadow, and then disarmed any alarms once he got to the window he planned to enter through when he had a moment to sit and hack it. Alex was quick; he’d say he was the best.

He managed to slip into the room, silently grab the priceless vase, and start for the window before there was a click at the back of his head. Shit. Well, at least the vase would break when he was shot and dropped it. He was ordered to turn around, and when he did, he was face to face with the Don himself. Well shit. This wasn’t his night.

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Rubba-Dub-Dub, If You Know What I Mean ;))) ;Closed

@freckled-muses  ll  Here

To say he was surprised at the interruption would be an understatement. Sure, it was just the human body, but it was his human body and he didn't know what to do with the interruption. His hands jerked down to cover himself; he didn't exactly use bubbles when he bathed. "Uh...hi."