When asked to be the leader of alchemist house the half fairy waved a tool and grumbled on with the temper mental machine in front of her. Little did she know what the hell she had agreed to. For Jacqueline Absinthe this is her chance to push things to the limit. Chaos theory is what drives her to keep going on in spite of how many times she is set on fire, beaten by the very machine she built or on occasion blown up. Okay nearly blow up. Chaos theory is applied to many fields of study and as such is also known as the butterfly effect. Small conditions in the work such as rounding numbers can cause massive variances in the initial data the members are observing and as such there is never an end to the work nor a predictable outcome. Which is why that is Jack's first rule in the house. Followed by the close second you borrow my tools you bring them back or I get to hunt you down and beat you with the tool you borrowed. No...this leader doesn't have a temper. Ha ha!

The past only serves as the ground floor to Jack. Daughter of a human and the one and only absinthe fairy, she is a blend all her own. If you ask how a 6 foot man and a 5 inch fairy got it on, Jack will shake her head and raise a fist in the air shouting "Chaos theory!" You have to love the irony. Happy to be the leader of this group of misfits, but good luck getting that out of her, Jack wakes early wandering the halls to make sure all the members are still alive. Cup of coffee in hand and booted feet crossed at the ankles, her favorite is to stand in the back doorway of the house. The sun rises over the edge of the lake and each day is never the same as the one before. A new color, angle to the rays as they set the dew shimmering on the ground or bursting through the hazy clouds. It is a wonder that could be rambled on about, but is better savored in silence.

If any member has a possible theory or initial concept to flush out they come to their insane leader. Jack may look like a punk grease monkey, but working under the hood of a car is her way of unwinding. No project is to big, small, strange or simple for her liking. It is SCIENCE and that is what counts. Nine times out of ten just look for the smoke or trial of black sludge and it will lead to Jack. Yes that is what everyone calls her. None of this leader or Miss Absinthe or if you really have a death wish Jacqueline. The nearest tool will be sailing for your head and another one in hand if you don't get the words sorry Jack out quick. Welcome to Alchemist House!

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You can wander around all you like and never find the kitchen to this house. Why' It might have been a random misreading of labels, but the point C.A.M will tell you is she doesn't like being blown up. In order to prevent this, she had taken the liberty of hiding the kitchen, even from Jack. Especially from Jack!

To be festive C.A.M will change the lighting and add a few touches for those who actually know when to stop working and eat. White walls, white chairs, white table, white..white...except for the pumice and river stone mix under the table. This is to help absorb any foul chemicals dragged in and the white makes it much easier to spot dirt and hazards so the eating hall can be kept a healthy environment.

A must see just below the dining hall is the bottle room. Bright white walls and plexiglass racks that create stunning arches along the ceiling. Back light in blue it can be overwhelming at first. A word of warning. Be really careful what bottle you pick up. One member might have picked up a bottle of ethyl alcohol instead of moonshine. That was the last time anyone was allowed in the kitchen. One explosion and a stomach pump later, Jack is just fine. The kitchen on the other hand took C.A.M months to get back in order.

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(Thank you to Jack and Fi's players for their help with this post.)

She was too intelligent to be hemmed in by administrative duties. Her talent for creating complex mechanisms was wasted on such mundane activities as signing order forms and pushing paperwork. The house needed her; the fleet would need her as well. There would be no room in Jack's schedule for admins. He however was not so essential to maintaining the experiments that were going on in this place. He was in a unique position, he had knowledge of the science associated with this house, but he had no expertise. He would be able to spread his working knowledge out to the members here, and still have time to maintain the house itself. Someone had to sign for the staples, keep the books, and manage the funds that were used to purchase the equipment. He hoped to bring a certain level of discipline to the house as well. The members were not soldiers like those he had left behind so he had to scale back what passed for order.

Sharp light drifts over the dew covered ground at what could only be 4 in the morning. Each footstep steady and sure as the well known path is taken around the coven. The silhouette with wings waits in the door with a bottle of water, holding onto her own mug of coffee. A shared smile passed between them as the day takes hold. Thanks to the wrist computer connected to C.A.M very little time is spent in the office other than official meetings and the like. A steady march down the halls from room to room, checking on the experiments that could shape the future, but more importantly those conducting them. Brilliance it seems comes with a price in so many forms and it was his job to make sure they were taken care of. Every image of the next inventor was more than just data and vitals on a screen. They were more than the future they were trying to create. These men and woman, their families would become his. No birthday would go uncelebrated or day pass without a welcoming greeting. Hours dedicated to them as they dedicated their lives to their work. Just as the day started with the rising sun, at its set a new pace and direction. Down into a bunker with dinner for two, unafraid of the ominous noises. Of course hazmat suits were provided for those not as brave, but this moment was theirs.

He did have one major change he wanted to make to the house itself. The engineers were called together and handed the schematics. A storage room on the lower floor was converted to a transporter room. This would be crucial to the ship yard that the Legion had begun constructing in space



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