Queen Anne's Revenge...ooc

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QUEEN ANNE?S REVENGE

Blackbeard, like many pirates, began his activities as a privateer for the British during the War of the Spanish Succession (1701-13); his first reported act as a pirate was in late 1716. The following year he converted a captured French merchantman into a 40-gun warship, "Queen Anne's Revenge." Apart from the luxuriant black beard, which earned him his nickname, the most prominent aspect of the Blackbeard legend is his great buried treasure, which has never been found.

In 1919, the U.S. Congress ratified the 18th amendment approving prohibition and thus giving birth to the speakeasies?hip flasks of hooch, jazz, speakeasies, bobbed hair, "the lost generation." The Twenties are endlessly fascinating. It was the first truly modern decade and, for better or worse, it created the model for society that the entire world follows today. It was an era of towering intellect in the arts and sciences ? perhaps like none before or since.

Welcome to Queen Anne?s Revenge. Everyone knows where to find her? she is the most widely known secret along the coast. Just drive towards the Ocean and there she sits back off the road, wearing the disguise of a quiet Bed and Breakfast. A long winding drive leads you to the front door. She is a large house, with a windowed turret. Surrounded by towering trees, she has an air about her that says comfortable elegance. There is a touch of magic about her. The staff, headed by Phillip, is ready to see to your every need; breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a cup of coffee over a morning paper is yours simply for the asking. The furniture should be at odds with the décor, but it?s not. Whether it?s the wicker chairs on the back porch or the sofa in front of the fireplace, it?s all oversized and made for comfort? nothing delicate about it, but it fits her like a glove. It?s a place that invites you to get comfortable and to forget your troubles for a while. Standing on the back porch, you see the beauty of the secluded cove? in a bygone era it would have been the perfect hiding place for a pirate ship. There are legends of the Gold and the curses.

At night, she puts on her party dress?. cars line the drive, candlelight flickers as the gaily-colored Chinese lanterns sway in the ever-present ocean breeze. The leaves of the trees part and the twinkling lights of the private bungalows can be seen. Men and women from every walk of life come to enjoy her hospitality, and at the front door they are cordially greeted by Aaron. He is nothing less than a giant with gentle eyes that do nothing to hide his sharp intelligence. It is his job to see that no one passes through this door without the password. He can recognize it in any language?? friendship.? From the main entry hall, doors slide open and the many small rooms are opened up so that people may move freely from room to room. To the right is a banistered stairway leading to the uppermost private quest rooms; to the left is a door leading down. The music that can be heard is pure, and the deep laughter of the men and the tinkling laughter of the women is friendly and welcoming. It is a place of warmth, a place like no other? it is the speakeasy of the Queen Anne?s Revenge.

The Rules of QAR are few and simple:
1. Have fun.
2. Respect others. This may be cyberspace, but remember there are real people out there with real feelings.
3. Communicate? not only in words but also in the actions of your character. Try to avoid one-line posts. Show each other what you are seeing, doing, and feeling.
4. No graphic sex. These are the public rooms? a sister thread is available for more intimate encounters.
5. An off-colored remark every now and then is funny, but a steady stream is boring and offensive. Doubling meanings are so much better.
6. If you are not available to talk, post yourself out.
7. If you use the sister threads, remember you can be in only one place at a time

Links posted here
The Private Rooms and Bungalows
The Cove
The Garden
The Library

If we have neglected to explain something and it becomes apparent, this will be updated.

~The Staff of QAR
 
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*I guided her into the cove as bold as brass. I had out run the revenue cutter once again*

*Well Queen Ann paid well and she paid in cash.*

Bring the cargo up boys you know where it goes.

*No one was about yet so I went in and left a note.*

Queen Ann,

Best of luck on your new place .Watch for the revenuers

Captian Raven


*And I laid a :rose: on the note*

Well back to sea for me.
 
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Knocking at the front door....

Seeing the gentle look in Aaron's eyes I start to enter...

"Sorry Miss Faith...I have to have the password"

Smiling Iwhisper in his ear as he leans close...

"Friendship" and then I genltly place a kiss on his rough cheek.

The door is opened and I enter.... Yes I think this may be home
 
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Gage's Entrance

He walks into the room and a man who is not as large as he strides up to him and his gentle eyes turn to steel. "Password, sir?" Never been here before, He looks into the mans eyes and says a silent prayer... surely this will be a place where he will be welcomed. He tries to smile with his eyes and extends his hand.

Eh... Friends?

The man smiles slightly... "Close enough," He says, and then walks to the bar.
 
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I reached the door and banged on it with the empty rum bottle. When it cracked, I said loudly, "Freinddhip," and the door parted. I went in and set the rum bottle on the bar. Ringing the bell I asked for a room, "I'll take the one in the tower that looks over the cove," I said with a roguish grin. Taking the key I shrugged my bag and set up the stairs.
 
He sits at the bar with a drink in his hand and watches Swash go by. They'll talk later, this is exciting and surely everyone is busy exploring. He introduces himself to the caretaker, who says his name is Aaron and asks for a room upstairs.

I would like for it to be basic... I've got my own furnishings. I would however like someplace large. That's all I ask for, Aaron.

A key is given to him and he looks at it for a while... Keys... keys... Why does he get an odd feeling about the thought of keys? He shrugs and smiles back at the man while just sitting on his bar stool and sipping his drink. Everything seems very right at the moment.
 
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Stepping off the stairs I wave to Gage and join him at the bar, asking over my shoulder for a Rob Roy. Taking the glass, "Gage, mate, it seems like its been a million years, how are you?"
 
Smiling, he takes Shwash's arm and shakes his hand.

Things are well... and it has been quite a while, mate. Still, glad we both found ourselves here, and perhaps we'll find ourselves here... [/I] He shrugs. [/I] Anyway, I'm alright... Isn't this place amazingly put together?
 
Coming out of the library...

I spot Gage...Walking up to him I give him a kiss...

"Have you seen the library this place has it's great! I saw Phillip in the hall way and he said to help our selves to rooms. All of them are free except the one at the top of the tower... He said something about a pirate... Do you know what he was talking about?"
 
He raises an eyebrow and looks at Swash.

Umm... about this tall. Looks like this?

He laughs.

I just got a room a few moments ago... at least, I got a key... Again, a pause. Haven't found the room it goes to yet. And as far as the library... yes, that was the first place I went, as always... I even saw some original texts in there... Makes me wonder what sort of history this place has.

How are you doing, love? Care for a drink?
 
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Shaking Gage's hand as Faith walks in, leaning around Gage for a good look at my dear and deliscious friend, "Did someone mention a pirate around here?" I ask with a roguish grin as I take her hand in my own and raise her wrist to my lips in a warm kiss.
 
Looking over Gages shoulder...

Peels of laughter explode from me


"SWASH!!!!"

throwing myself at him....

"Hello love"
 
Tries desperately to keep his hand still so not to spill his drink from all the action beside him. Yes indeed... it looks like this will soon be quite the lively place... and lovely. So, when do you think we get to meet Queen Anne? Surely a place like this must be haunted by it's original owner... unless she's still around...
 
Pulling my lips from Fiath's wrist I pull her to my chest and kiss her, "Hello, luv, thought I mihgt find you some day. Or as it is, even better some enchanted evening...."
 
Eroticus Arrives

With little memory of how I got her or where I have been, I arrived at the front door. The place looked vaguely familiar, but it seemed a distant memory.

I looked at myself in the window. I was wearing a white cotton shirt and black pants. A small throbbing on the left side of me head from where I had abviously been hit.

I knocked and was met by a tall elderly gentleman who asked me for a password.

"Friendship," I spoke not knowing why that word had come into my head. He let me enter.
 
Well Gage,


On The Ghost of Queen Anne

The thing about ghosts is,
That they are always with us
Breathing spirit into the surroundings
Comforting the dreams of the dreamers
Giving life to the living
And reason for it
Ghosts are always there
Always here
Always
Always, felt but rarely seen...
 
looking at Gage....

"Do you think there really are ghosts here...I mean I heard rumors but..."


Looking around I shiver with pleasure at the thought....

"ghosts.....cool"
 
He noticed the newcomer and smiled. He stood from his stool, allowing Swash and Faith to continue to rehash old times... He walked over to the new arrival, and noticed what appeared to be a slight head wound... He cleared the bar quickly and put some ice in handkerchief. He then ran back and handed it to the new arrival.

Hi, I'm Gage... this might be of some help.

He smiled and waved the arrival towards an overstuffed sofa.
 
He nods appreciatively towards Swash. Very nice... and quite true. And I can only hope this place is haunted... I hate to be alone. He smiles and turns his attention back to the new arrival.
 
GFage brigns the new comer over to the bar and I see a head wound. As Gage grabvs some ice I pass a very tall glass of Rob, "Welcome, don't lose your head, this should help.
 
I look around the house on the outside......Looking up I see the tower......looks like someone is looking out.......I wonder who it could be.....Oh well, I better go in......I walk up to the door and rang the bell......A gentleman answer the door and ask for the password........Oh yes, friendship.


Walking in I see some faces I know....The house is so nicely decorated........I think I shall just sit at the bar and take everything in.
 
Well, hello, Angel. Lovely to see you.
Stands and kisses her wrist, gently.

Welcome to this hopefully haunted, expansive party palace that is the Queen Anne's Revenge... Oh, and there might be treasure as well!

He smiles and waits for anyone to respond.
 
spotting the sofa....

Laying down on one end of the sofa, I lay my head down....Dreams of pirates and ghosts....



night all
 
I tap gently on the door and am momentarily taken aback when my eyes fall on the imposing figure who answers and raises a questioning eyebrow at me. Ahh, this must be Queen Anne's guardian!

I smile at him in what I hope is a beguiling manner.


Hello, Aaron... the password is friendship. My name is Angel and I'm very pleased to meet you.

His face softens as he welcomes me and bids me enter.

Dragging one end of my huge trunk, which has been dumped unceremoniously by a driver, I step into my new world which is captivating, bewildering and intimidating at the same time.

I say a little prayer that my life here will be a good one... in the company of good friends and surrounded by laughter.
 
Thank you Gage. Don't you think this place has history. I think this place is very interesting......Have you seen the rooms yet?

Do you know if anyone lives in the tower?

Night Faith!
 
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