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[December 2059] Blood and Cherry Blossoms (Solo: Bailey) Posted by Mr. Johnson. | Group: 0 |
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Mr. Johnson GM, 407 posts Thu 20 Jan 2022 at 19:58 |
Wouldn’t you know? It’s just like your sister to try and get in on the fun. All is fair when there are bills to pay as they say... Cut from the same flirty and freewheeling cloth, neither of you have made a habit of trying to find someone to settle down with. Since your both not looking for anything permanent, it’s probably pretty common for you both to play ball in the same diamond. Unless you want to be territorial, it’s all in good fun and no one ever takes it too seriously... ...well, there was that one time. Arden. But you two don’t talk about Arden. ”Spring semester is over,” she squeals, throwing shapely arms over her head in celebration. ”Just waiting on final exam marks, but I’m not worried. Undergrad senior year was so much harder than first year grad school. No fun after summer break though, next year will be a real buzzkill” ”And what is it you study?” Kishimoto asks, eyes, like a kid in a candy store, flicking back and forth between the two of you. ”Oh,” she says with a conspiratorial wink and a light touch on his upper arm, ”Magic darling. I’m a mage.” | |||
Bailey player, 11 posts Thu 20 Jan 2022 at 23:39 |
The pair were always trading boys, and barbs. Bailey knew, on some level, that both of them thought the other one was the favorite, the successful one, the one everyone loved. But that couldn't stop her from being jealous of Jolene, who everyone knew would be a big success, the talented mage and successful student. "All the boys down in Palo Alto must be lonely, with you here in the city. Staying with Mom and Dad?" she ribs, as she pulls another chair closer with her foot. "Jojo doesn't have her own place. No job. Though it's funny. She's the one who always wanted to be a model." | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 412 posts Fri 21 Jan 2022 at 04:45 |
Kishimoto leans back into you, clearly enjoying your attention. Meanwhile Jolene trails her hand down his arm slowly and leaves it resting on his forearm. ”Haha...” her laugh lilting and light, ”Still watching cartoons? I suppose you do have the time. When you’re not learning about magic from a cartoon mouse, is that career of yours keeping you busy? Always leave the wanting more, isn’t that what they say?” comes the sassy reply. ”Is that why you’ve been left off the screamsheets recently?” she adds too innocently. As the little *wink* pun intended jazz trio kicks into an upbeat swing groove, Jolene takes Kishimoto by the hand and says: ”I love this one, come on, we have to dance!” It always a chess game with her... | |||
Bailey player, 12 posts Fri 21 Jan 2022 at 16:23 |
Bailey smiles, letting her sister escort her date to the dancefloor. Oh, Jojo. You've stepped into her trap. Bailey spins away as the dancefloor opens, letting the couples move. The trio playing on a standard, the bassist keeping the catching beat while the pianist twinkles in letting improvisations for the elves to partner off against. The drummer adds in with wire-brush rhythms that encourage a prompt pace. And as Jolene and Kishimoto make their first turn, there is Bailey. Hand-in-hand with the elf who had, just a moment ago, been miming the peek up her dress. The two perfectly in time. Models, actors, dancers, the speakeasy was briming with youthful elves who thrive in the creative cracks that the occupation force allowed elves into. And Bailey knows everyone. Well, she knows enough of them to play with. The pair keep perfect time, their natural grace amplifying their familiarity with the music. Stepping to beat, Bailey's heels clicking percussively. A whirl of red hair and black dress. Grabbing onto her dance partner's suspenders to pull herself back in. Clearing some of the floor to make room. | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 420 posts Sat 22 Jan 2022 at 03:26 |
But no, silly sister, the object of tonight's game is attention. An adoring public. Fame. Your dance partner twirls his waxed mustache with a flourish as you take his hand and lead him to the floor. Friends at the table let out a long "Oooooooo" in appreciation and follow you to the floor. Unspoken acknowledgement of their role as extras for this little scene. As you dance your Charleston, the other elves play their part masterfully, egging you on and edging out any competition, including Kishimoto and Jojo, until you find yourself alone with your mustachioed partner. The floor is yours and you take full advantage as the jazz trio picks up the swinging tempo. Lindy Hop... sendout and wheel... matador... dishrag and revolving door... big finish with a valentino dip. Even though Kishimoto is gently kissing Jolene's neck, they have been banished to the side of the dance floor. Literally and figuratively in the shadow of your performance. You are the center of attention, winded and panting from your efforts, basking in the applause of the club-goers. The battle is won. Pick one: The Squad a group of elven dilettantes, normally found in the speakeasy, quirky art galleries or trendy coffee shops in Haight-Ashbury. You can count on The Squad to come to your aid whenever you are in need. They might not be much for combat, but beautiful people with acting skills and a dash of drama might be a real asset running interference or as part of a scam. The catch, this counts as both contacts. Mechanics: visit someplace trendy or cool in Haight-Ashbury and find 1d4 members of The Squad just hanging around and ready to help you out. Faeranduil 'Dewey' Morwyn beautiful, elegant and sporting a handsome mustache, Dewey is a demon on the dance floor and son of the Tir Tairngire ambassador to Cal Free (strangely, the ambassador maintains a residence in San Fran in addition to the embassy in Sacramento, an open acknowledgement of the seat of power in the city). He doesn't hold much sway on his own, but if you make kissy faces at him, he can make a few calls. Elves look after their own after all. | |||
Bailey player, 14 posts Sat 22 Jan 2022 at 15:00 |
Soon, Fae and Bailey are in front of the other couple. Arms around each other, but more with more friendly laughter than pawing lust. "Do you two want to grab something to eat? Fae and a few friends were about to find a late-night spot and get something. There will be cheese," she says, as if that would be a naughty secret. After all. They were sisterly rivals. Not enemies. And Jojo barely knew anyone in San Fran any more. | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 427 posts Sat 22 Jan 2022 at 20:16 |
Pick a Face move. Chameleon, Work the Angles, Honeyed Words and Irresistible all suit Bailey nicely, although you can pick anything. | |||
Bailey player, 15 posts Sun 23 Jan 2022 at 00:35 |
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Mr. Johnson GM, 429 posts Sun 23 Jan 2022 at 01:11 |
Make them Sweat: when you impose your will on someone by force or threat of force, roll+Combat. So with Honeyed Words you use your social prowess to threaten rather than being physically intimidating. Work the Angles is a good one! PocSec updated | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 433 posts Sun 23 Jan 2022 at 02:49 |
Jolene stifles her sibling irritation at being outplayed, content with getting the object of her affections and knowing there will be more pitched battles in the future. It really all is in good fun, you're her only worthy opponent after all. The elves voices echo their agreement with stepping out for a late night bite, but Kishimoto and Jolene seem content to stay at the speakeasy. Among the elves, there is a general desire to get out of the occupied city rather than dodging imperials all night. They know a great little all night diner down toward Daly City and Fae has access to the embassy limo. There is of course that great little Sushi place just up the street; no cheese there, but seafood udon to die for. Staying at the speakeasy? Taking the limo to Daly City for midnight breakfast? Walking up the street for late night sushi? | |||
Bailey player, 16 posts Sun 23 Jan 2022 at 04:06 |
Fortunately, going south meant only the outbound checkpoints. And the Imperials were always happy to wave a carful of metas further away from the core. It was coming the other way that would demand ID checks and searches. Though maybe the swank ride would simplify things. Or maybe complicate it. It all depended on the mood of the Imp at the checkpoint. But there was no controlling that. Just more night to enjoy. | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 437 posts Sun 23 Jan 2022 at 19:18 |
>> FF later... not sure how long... ...with cheese, and soy bacon. No one makes them quite like Louie. Before you realize your head is pounding and clear your mind, your sleepy half formed thoughts are back there in that Daly City diner. Your eyes slowly opening against the light of harsh fluorescent tubes, its clear you are in no diner. Antiseptic smells, harsh white light, prone on your back you catch a glimpse of a woman moving near to your bed wearing institutional mint green. "Oh good, you're awake," the nurse says cheerily. "It's been slow going of course, but we didn't want to rush any interventions." she continues checking the instruments attached to you, monitoring your vital signs. "You magically active folks take a bit of special care, can't jam you full of drugs and cybernetics, now can we?" | |||
Bailey player, 17 posts Sun 23 Jan 2022 at 21:14 |
"What... Where..." she struggles, as her mind begins to race. Or feels like it is. Only a few thoughts manage to get through. The rest bottled up, running into each other. The jam refusing to let anything through. "I'm medically complicated?" she recites in the words of a former doctor. | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 443 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 01:47 |
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Bailey player, 19 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 02:15 |
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Mr. Johnson GM, 444 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 02:26 |
Screeching tires. Broken glass. It’s hazy, but you remember. Was there gunfire though? You can’t be sure. If only you could talk to some of the others... | |||
Bailey player, 20 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 02:40 |
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Mr. Johnson GM, 445 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 02:51 |
The busy nurse hustles out of your private room, leaving you to collect yourself and maybe make another attempt at getting up and around. Or maybe she’s right, you feel the warmth of the bed, sleep taking you, unless you fight it off. | |||
Bailey player, 21 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 03:05 |
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Mr. Johnson GM, 446 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 03:33 |
After a few steps, you no longer need to steady yourself against the bed. A few more and you’re upright and walking normally. Just a few more and you feel like a panther stalking her prey. It’s good to feel this confident, especially since your ass is hanging out the back of your disposable hospital gown. Out the window it’s dark and the hallway looks clear. Looks like it’s the night shift so there are probably only a few nurses and orderlies on duty. No sign of any elven toughguys playing security guard either. | |||
Bailey player, 22 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 17:14 |
Then it was time for a little journey down the hall way. Not sneaking. She strides, confident, smiling, not attempting to pretend like she shouldn't be up and around. Poking her head into rooms and looking for signs of any of her friends. | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 450 posts Mon 24 Jan 2022 at 19:37 |
Who is it? This is your second contact. This might be the first time you ever met or it might be an old friend come to visit you. | |||
Bailey player, 23 posts Tue 25 Jan 2022 at 00:50 |
What was she doing here? | |||
Mr. Johnson GM, 454 posts Tue 25 Jan 2022 at 02:32 |
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Bailey player, 25 posts Tue 25 Jan 2022 at 02:58 |
"But I'm not quite dressed for cocktails. Maybe we could head back to my room? Unless you brought something?" |
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