+ Make the Most of Your Regrets +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Real side of the Mansion, anywhere.
When: January 12 - 15
Rating: Please warn for anything above PG-13.
Summary: As the Gryphon announced, there is an event. Everyone is now living as if one regret they formerly had no longer exists.
The Story:

Please post your top levels here and tag around! For plotting and a link to the bulletin board for more details, head to the plotting post. The FAQ is also there for any last minute questions.

Remember, you can only change one regret and your character is now an AU version of themselves in regards to how that would have changed them.

Have fun ♥

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Eleanor | OTA

[shrimpheavennow]

Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

[This place doesn't have a night club, and maybe Eleanor will fix that properly someday. But for now, what this place does have is a bar, a great big bluetooth speaker, and every Rihanna song ever recorded on loop. And that's all Eleanor needs to start dancing all slutty.

And she needs to dance slutty. It's mostly a warm-up, of course. Whether she ends the night trying out every vibrator the closet has to offer or actually manages to seduce someone with her sick moves, it's all the same. Whatever can burn off this energy.

This energy that she's currently turning your way as she rolls her hips and runs her hands up her sides. She's more than a little drunk at this point, of course, so whether she's turning her attentions in an appropriate direction is, well, up for debate.]


And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now

[She doesn't have to drink cheap wine. But apparently that's where her palate is at. Plus, she can hug the box while she sit drinking on the...stairs? Yeah, apparently she ended up on the stairs at some point. Also it might be midday. She's lost track of time. Of anything. Nothing really matters here anyway, right? She's just trapped here. Without the one person who might be able to help her get out. Or make it all worth it.

She's just sad, okay? Too sad to do anything but drink. She doesn't even snap at you when you walk down the steps beside her. She just scoots over, mumbling into her glass.]

Sorry.

[beautifullies]

[ What Claire regrets is Paris; making Jamie vow not to kill Black Jack now that she knows he wasn't Frank's direct ancestor. And now? Now the vow has never been made, Randall died long ago and while a difficult delivery, their daughter lived and Faith is a grown woman now. They never left France though they will eventually; she knows the future, and by the time she and Jamie are nearly 70, the French Revolution will begin.

They plan to be out and back in Scotland with their children and grandchildren before that can happen.

For now, she's detoured in Wonderland and comes across a sad-looking young woman on the stairs. ]

No need to apologize.

[ She's still a healer and can't help herself. Walking down only has her turning so she can face the woman from a step or two below. ]

Are you alright?

[shrimpheavennow]

[Eleanor hugs her box of wine closer to her chest, and it sloshes weakly. It's mostly empty at this point.]

Yeah. No. I don't know.

[Damn being a better person and getting in the habit of talking about her feelings. Damn Chidi for making her a better person who talks about her feelings. She sighs, but it mostly sounds like a hiccup.]

No, I know. 'mnot. And not just 'cause I'm too drunk to remember where my room is.

[Oh yeah, that was how stairs happened.]

[beautifullies]

[ Claire frowns softly. ]

Well, perhaps I can help you. For now, would you like to go someplace more comfortable? The stairway is awfully bright and you can't be feeling well after a box of that.

[ In...mid-afternoon. ]

[shrimpheavennow]

[Snort.] A box.

[Wait, what was she saying, actually? Eleanor squints up at the lady through her drunk goggles.]

You wanna help me?

[She gives the lady a once-over, looking uncertain.]

But you're all fancy and hot and I'm a shit person. 'mliterally shit. Like, made out of it 'n'everything.

[beautifullies]

[ Claire frowns again, not liking that talk at all. ]

I would like to help you because it's what I enjoy doing. Helping others.

[ Somehow, in her large dress, she manages to find a step and sits, a bit below but close enough to still have a conversation. ]

And I know for a fact you are not made up of shit. Unless you're from a very unique world that is quite good at making such types of beings.

[ Points for calling her 'hot' though, that was nice. ]

I happen to run the clinic. I have beds and plenty of water, some snacks.

[shrimpheavennow]

[Eleanor feels really really bad right now. The kind of bad where it feels like it'll never end, and in a way you don't want it to. But she also kind of likes how nice this lady is being. And she could probably wallow in that too.]

...W-what kind of snacks?

[And ask the right questions.]

[beautifullies]

[ Claire smiles gently. ]

Well. Cookies, for one. Oreos and those miniature chocolate chip sort that come in a bag you might find in a vending machine. All sorts of different chips, and I do mean American chips.

[ Not french fries, in case she thinks the accent means crisps are something different. ]

Any of that sound appealing so far?

[shrimpheavennow]

[Oh God this lady is so nice. Eleanor sniffles and nods.]

Oreos. Yes.

[Time to struggle to her feet on a very narrow stair. At least she's leaving the box of wine behind?]

Take me to them.

Hey Mister! Hey, Mr. DJ!

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian was happy to idle at the bar with a frozen margarita he just had to try out. It helps take his mind off worrying about things, morality and altered realities be damned.

And yet, it seemed as though his rotten karma has followed him here. There, in plain sight, was an obviously intoxicated woman moving her body to the beat of her own music. If he was any better, he would have escorted her out of the bar or at the very least paid her no mind... But he was a bit tipsy himself, and that woman did have her charms.]

Goodness. [He cooed at her as his lips curled up into an amused smirk.] And they said the waltz was scandalous.

[shrimpheavennow]

[Eleanor isn't sure he's talking to her at first, but then she remembers a waltz is a dance and she (somehow, just barely) puts two and two together. She doesn't stop what she's doing at all, though.]

This is called twerking! [she shouts much louder than necessary.] My butt's not juicy enough for it to be that scandalous, though.

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian merely chuckles at that. Twerking, what a novel idea. Perhaps he might try it after a few more drinks...]

On the contrary, you have no idea what Society thought was scandalous! Why, if the most uptight of my peers saw you doing that, they'd nearly die of shock...

[The smirk remained as a testiment to how he was not like his peers.] And here? Nobody bats an eye.

[shrimpheavennow]

Eh, some eyes were definitely batting. But I don't give a shit anymore.

[To demonstrate this, she just goes ahead and tears her top off, leaving her in a bra she's definitely sweating through.]

Nothing matters! Woo! U-S-A! U-S-A!

[Eleanor tosses her shirt aside, only to have this motion throw her completely off-balance. She tips over, landing flat on her stomach with a loud, very unladylike grunt. Followed by whining.]

Owwwwww, my bodyyyyyy...

[theothermrgray]

[WELL! Drinks and a show! Dorian could enjoy the view tonight-

Or he would have if she hadn't just toppled over in a drunken heap. Dorian sets his drink on the bar and leans over in concern, ready to abandon his stool if he must.]

Are you alright, miss?

[shrimpheavennow]

[Eleanor whines openly again, pushing up onto her hands.]

Yeahhh. I'll rally.

[She actually isn't sure about that. She didn't have the air knocked out of her, but the shock of hitting the ground did knock some of the wind out of her sails. She looks up at the guy-- Kid? How old is he? --and then points at him.]

You should get more drunk. That would definitely help. It'll help everybody.

[Using a stool, she struggles back to her feet, immediately looking for her own drink. It takes. Longer than it should, given it ends up being right where she left it. But she knocks what is left back and, because nothing matters, throws the glass against the wall, whooping excitedly.]

Yeah! Fuck it! Fuck yeah!

let me know if this is ok?

[theothermrgray]

[He appears the minimum drinking age, if that helps anything.

With the cavalier smirk returning to his face, he gracefully walks over to her and puts an arm around her shoulders. To steady her of course.]

On the contrary... If we were both as drunk as you, who would guide us back to our rooms?

Y very okay

[shrimpheavennow]

Oh my god, finally.

[She was beginning to think she'd never get laid again. Which is much worse than just never seeing Chidi again. Probably. She thinks.

Nope nope nope. Not letting that thought settle. Instead, she loops her arms over his shoulders. Man, definitely not muscley enough to be her usual type. But she can't complain too much.]

You got a name there, pretty boy?

[talesuntold]

Maggie crouches down rather than walking past Eleanor.

"No need for sorry. Can I help you up the stairs, honey? I have something cuter than a box of wine for you to hug. There's even more wine, for that matter, if you're running low."

[shrimpheavennow]

Eleanor blinks up, recognizing Maggie and immediately feeling just a little worse. This girl keeps seeing her at her worst and she isn't sure why that is. But...she does sound like she's got a good set-up going somewhere.

"Is the cute thing a ripped mailman?"

She actually winces when she realizes that joke is maybe not okay, or at least that Chidi would be hurt at hearing it, probably. She's the worst girlfriend-ish-type-person ever. Eleanor raises a hand, waving the comment away.

"Never mind. Um. I could use some more wine, yeah. I might cry, though? And not in a cute way."

[talesuntold]

Eleanor can return the favor soon enough. The shift Maggie's gone through is negligible to any outside observer but likely to break her heart once it's over.

"Unfortunately not, but I bet we can find some ripped men in my movie collection if you want. I have a fennec fox, because someone mistook it for a dog and brought it to my door last month. It's hard to stay sad looking at a fennec fox."

Like a cute animal video playing nonstop in Maggie's room. ...Except when the fox causes trouble.

"No rules against crying there either. I've done it."

[shrimpheavennow]

"I don't know what a fennec fox is but if it's soft I want to hug it." Even if it has teeth. She'll try. It's worth it. And it's good crying is allowed, because she's more than likely going to keep crying until she falls asleep, at this rate.

Eleanor sets the near-empty box aside and stands up on unsteady feet. The stairs are a bad place to settle down, not that she remembers how she ended up here.

"And I want to watch Magic Mike on loop."

[talesuntold]

"Got it, one soft fluffy animal and one stripper movie coming up." It's a good thing Maggie's fox is more tolerant than most fennecs, because from all of Maggie's research, not all of them will put up with hugs.

"We're lucky Magic Mike came out before my world's zombie problem, because otherwise we might have missed out on it." If you can't have an irreverent sense of humor about the zombie uprising, how would you cope with it?

[shrimpheavennow]

"I'm glad I didn't die before I got to see it. It's an important piece of cinema history."

Eleanor stumbles a little, but manages to catch herself. "Uh, sorry. Don't mean to give you zombie flashbacks. Oh man, there's so many people I could freak out if I get too drunk, here. I never thought about that."

And now she's sniffling because she's a drunk jerk who's triggering everyone's PzombieSD.

[talesuntold]

"It's okay, honey." Maggie reaches out to steady Eleanor. "I'm just fine. Zombies have been a thing for as long as I can remember, so they're just a fact of life. As long as they're not trying to eat me, I can cope with their existence no problem."

[shrimpheavennow]

"Really?" Eleanor looks at Maggie, confused. "How have they been around so long without eating everyone or getting exploded?"

That's not how any of the movies ended. Not that she was usually paying much attention to them. Those were date movies.