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Eventually the pair were escorted out, but the damage was done. Visibly angry and far afield, he just cut the stop short and left the stage to scattered applause. And, of course, all of you were back at the office, keeping the wheels of the campaign grinding along, but you all saw the fiasco on TV. All of that is going to put a hell of a damper on the staff party tonight. It was supposed to be to celebrate getting within two percentage points of Bagely, but... that's probably going to look quite different by the time the next polls show up. Hell, PPP is probably writing up a new poll right now, salivating at giving this story some legs by linking it to a concrete dip in polls. At the moment, you're all working on stuffing envelopes to mail out Sandra Barthel come stalking in, looking for someone, anyone to vent her anger on. Heads immediately dip down as she walks through the room, and once she leaves, there's an few audible sighs of relief. Sunny, Wow, they really got under his skin, huh? Anyway, what's the lovely chore you were stuck to keep you out of trouble until it was time to stuff letters? What really fun thing did you hear was going to be happening at the party? How are you planning on getting Alexandria's attention, anyway? Alexandria, that really was a bad scen... actually, I'm not really sure how you feel about the whole campaign. Probably have bigger worries than if Barthel wins the race, right? Speaking of untimely deaths, you spotted that creep that tried to poison Alex. He was lurking around the edges of the crowd on the TV. You even caught a shock of bone white teeth as he grinned when Barthel started to fumble. Weird. In the mean time, who are you planning on talking to at the party to find out more about your death? Do you think you'll manage to have a good time at the party as well? Katherine, how steamed are you that Barthel took De Witt's son, Jason, with him on the campaign bus and left you here to stuff envelopes with the peons? How are you planning on one upping him? He's supposed to be brilliant, after all... In the mean time, you're getting a bit peckish. Any plans on... well... dinner? You should probably take care of that sooner, rather than later. Elias, you can almost hear Latoya Brown laughing as she types up snarky tweet after snarky tweet. Honestly, this stuff is like catnip for people like the two of you. Well, it's catnip when it happens to the other side. Now, it's just a headache. How are you planning on spinning this fiasco? Which one of your team has got their hands on some Adderall that they've spread around to help keep up your team's focus? Also, just wondering, is that the sort of thing you do? Also, what nasty thing does your Great Grandmother want you to do to Henry Harvile? Elyssa, holy poo poo, that was hilarious, right? Are you surprised when you spot Coyote in the crowd on TV? What did he look like to you? He didn't yell anything, of course, but it was probably his idea. How are you planning on getting Sandra's go-ahead to start the documentary filming, especially with the mood she's in? Who do you think would be a good date for the party tonight? Also, what crazy style is Whitney trying to pull of today? Bellindia: ...Barthel really shouldn't be let too far off the leash, apparently. That's why people should just do what you tell them, I suppose. Anyway, what's the secret research topic that Sandra Barthel told you to look into today? Why's it so important that you're one of the only volunteer staffers who isn't stuffing letters? Which is earning you more than a few dirty looks, by the way. As an aside, just blue skying here, but... if you had to guess who you think the supposed traitor is, who would you pick? Why? String Sheet Staffers Sandra Barthel: Barthel's wife, acting chief of staff. Competent, but... well, there are some optics problems there. Whitney Barthel: Barthel's daughter. College student and idolizes Elyssa as a big sister for some reason. Lana Sawyer: Totally devoted to Barthel. Shares his positions on just about every issue. Can probably recite any speech he's given. Karen Greenan: Former local reporter with a long memory. Thomas' new press secretary. Oddly chosen over more experienced canidates Chester A. Reginald, aka The Death of Fun: Creepy true believer working on messaging. Might be a gullible idiot. Henry Harvile: Local boy who's got it out for Elias' family for past grudges. Micah: Genderfluid Indian person who works in mail room. Picks Alex up from where she wakes up on the bridge and doesn't ask questions about it. Charles Mercer: Assistant to a campaign strategist. Takes an awfully biblical view of marriage and got into a fight with Sunny over it. Ricky Upchurch: True Believer, except for a very hardcore feminist streak. Reads Handmaid's tale on smoke breaks. Brady McGregor, Gosling-inspired Elias' gang Clare Wilson, 'fact checker' - makes sure social media posts have enough of the ring of truth to them. Fox News Journalist's daughter. Elias' gang member. Oscar Rodriguez, Token Minority, second in command in Elias' gang, think Doug Stamper-ish role. May or may not be in a secret tryst with Elias. Meredith 'Merry' Partridge, Intern's Intern, evangelical upbringing, rebelling by seeking career on Elias' coat-tails. Non-Staffers Billy Jenkins: Member of locally beloved family and also, thanks to Kathrine, a corpse. Ronald De Witt: Barthel's biggest backer, viewing Barthel as nothing more than a sockpuppet. Pastor Michaelson: Local priest who is on to Kathrine as being something not quite normal. Ernest Rodgers: Indecisive, but hard worker. Relies on Bellinda to make a frighteningly large number of decisions Latoya Brown: Social Media manager for rival campaign. Quite good at her job, but a bit of a careerist outside some pet issues. Coyote (?): Mischievous shapeshifter lurking around the campaign Ryan Byrne: State reporter who has internet mobs after him, all thanks to Elyssa. He knows it's her fault, too. Shanice: Close friend of Alexandria, doesn't seem to be able to see her. Ms. Jermaine: Local reporter desperate for a story to make her career and is convinced that Sunny has it. Capfalcon fucked around with this message at 05:09 on Feb 28, 2016 |
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 Hot -1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 0/5 | Conditions: Gullible Looks like I should have given a bit of assistance to Barthel. This assignment I'm working on kept me from meeting with him and offering it to him, but I figured he'd be able to do the speech on his own anyway. Apparently not. Lesson learned for next time I suppose. Speaking of which, looks like Sandra wants information on the two idiots who interrupted the speech. She seems to think they were deliberate liberal plants, but I doubt it. And it's something I have to do by myself because she doesn't want it getting out that the campaign might be doing a character assassination on these two. So it's not like I can get Ernest to do some of the work here. As for the dirty looks - who cares? It's my job to do research so if people want to be mad about that it's their own problem. As for who might be working against this campaign...kind of hard to say at the moment. So far there hasn't been too many people who have done something suspicious. I'm sure it isn't Sunny. There's no way someone working against this campaign would be that obvious. But maybe it's someone who seems to enjoy causing trouble, or wasting people's time by giving them false information. If this person exists, I hope it's Elyssa. Speaking of Sunny, there she is. Maybe I should make sure things are going alright. I give her a smile. "Hey Sunny. Penny for your thoughts?" Turn Sunny On: 2d6-1 1 quote:
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 Hot 1, Cold 2, Volatile -1, Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 0/5 | Conditions: Those idiots! They deserve impaling on a short stake for interrupting their betters. Sadly such punishments are no longer considered acceptable although in their case I'm tempted to revive them if I ever got my hands upon them. Although Thomas will need to develop a thicker skin if he is going to lead. Letting little things like that rile him up will not serve him as a leader. Of course all this could have been avoided if he had taken me with him rather than that inexperienced callow youth Jason. I could perhaps have settled his nerves reminded him what was truly important. But no I can be spared for the "vital task" of stuffing envelopes with inane handbills. Bah I do not know who is the bigger fool me for putting up with it or Thomas for consigning me to this purgatory. Still if this debacle does not ruin Jason i'm sure it would be childs play to manipulate him do something embarrassing and career fatal at the party tonight. I watched with an appreciative eye as Elyssa walked over. That outfit was ridiculous of course, I don't care if it was supposed to be height of fashion. This is the stupidest fashion movement since the 17th centuries obsession with the codpiece. Still if this is what I must wear to appear fashionable and in tune with "youth culture" then so be it. However it's not so much the clothes that impress me but the self-confidence and vitality with which she fills them. I have known duchesses and princesses that would struggle to carry themselves with such poise and bearing. I'm acutely aware of how long it is since the last time I have fed as I observe her. I can imagine plunging my fangs into her bare neck as she swoons delicately into my arms.... give Elyssa a string So caught up am I in this fantasy that I barely noticed her offer. "I'm sorry I was a little distracted there." I said smiling to show no offence intended. I might have added more if I had not suspected that the distraction had been intentional. But no matter. "I would be delighted to" I replied to her. Seemingly artlessly "perhaps we should meet beforehand to choose and coordinate our clothing.Otherwise it might be something of an embarrassment if were to turn up dressed the same.." And if I could take advantage of the time together to begin the evening with a drink then perhaps I could enjoy the party and benefit from her couturial advice at the same time and gain some of that zest for life myself. [16:47] Ferrosol turn on Elyssa [16:47] Ferrosol !r 2d6+1 [16:47] Krysmbot Ferrosol, 5+1 = 6 spending a string to boost that up to 7 so string/promise/give self
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 XP: +1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: This is a disaster. It's going to be hard to spin it at all. If it was some snarky university kids I could write up a screed about ivory tower millennials faster than you could say "Entitlement Generation", but Barthel is the one who decided to look like an out of touch city slicker while he was mocked by salt-of-the-earth farmers. As I pack letters, I think on how I could try to write them off as Democratic plants, agents provocateurs since the Democrats couldn't win a fair fight, with a little side helping of 'Liberals only run hostile campaigns', but... it's going to be a loving quagmire to drag us out of, that's for sure... Thank God for Merry. In this trying time of distractions and disorder, she's got her hands on a ton of adderal, which, yes, everyone in my team is using to boost our focus, myself included. She'll want something for it, of course. Some reward, some measure of responsibility; and if I don't give her what she wants, I'll be facing a rebellion in my own little social media empire. She's like me - fine not getting a wage for her internship, but still expecting a reward. So that's another headache to deal with even while she gives me the tools I need to deal with the first ones. That's not even getting into Great-Grandma Mildred's vengeance. If the Harvilles hate us, she despises them, like they're unruly, uppity folks who've forgotten their place. What she wants is simple - and rather difficult. She wants me to get Harvile fired, even if he's one of Barthel's top guys. Easy peasy, right? I'll have to get to it at some point, there's only so long I can take being stuck between his vindictive grudge and her unforgiving spite. And even aside from that, there's Alexandria, again. Still there, still existing when I know she shouldn't. She's right next to me, so I take the change to strike up some conversation. Maybe conversing with her will help set my mind at ease, even just a little... "So... Looking forward to the party? Any plans for then?" I may accidentally brush her hand while I reach for more letters to stuff envelopes with. Totally a coincidence, of course, not some chance to make sure she's substantial - or to see how she reacts to skin-on-skin contact... [2:57pm] Nown: Turning On Alexandria [2:57pm] Nown: !r 2d6+2 [2:57pm] Krysmbot: Nown, 8+2 = 10 Taking a string on her, marking XP for highlighted stat
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 Hot: 0| Cold: 1 | Vol: -1 | Dark: 1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters I watched the screen absently, barely registering the disintegrating events of the stump-gone-stank (#SGS). As was typical for my contemporary morning schedule, I was trying to focus on the numbing routine tasks set before us by the upper echelons of the Barthel Inc. brain trusts, and not the wracking, full-body, pain-sick nausea that accompanies experiencing your own death – which I endure every morning. The after-effect is like having your period, the flu and a massive freaking hangover all at once. So, no, I wasn’t really paying attention to the daily drama, I was just trying to get my shaking hands to stuff the stupid envelopes as quickly as possible and not think about anything else. That was until the camera panned over the crowd and the white-haired creeper made a cameo. This guy again…. Who the hell is he? If he had something against Barthel, then why try to take out a seemingly irrelevant staffer in Katherine? I mean, she and Tom are closer than most of us around here are comfortable acknowledging (especially around Sandra), however I’m not aware of any super mission-critical role that she would play in his pursuit of the election... But then, my scope of all things political is pretty narrow compared to most of the people working here. Still, she’s just a staffer like the rest of us, right? Right? I glance over in her direction - she’s busy trying to appear interested in Elyssa, who seems to be trying to make an ironic statement by clashing as hard as she can. Hell, the girl is basically irony personified, and those two together would def spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e at the party tonight. I think about cutting in; cuz like, I really, really should let Katherine know about this guy. I mean, if there hadn't been a last minute change up, wouldn't she have been at the press event today? Did that mean the guy was stalking her? Maybe this wasn’t about Barthel after all… Then again, interrupting the two most notoriously vindictive girls in town while they are all entangled in an intimate exchange probably won’t help my god-awful headache. Besides, they probably wouldn’t even notice me. And another besides, I needed to investigate a bit more before I set off any alarms. What if this guy was involved in my own abduction? If Katherine puts out a social APB on him he might disappear before I can dig up any answers. No… the best way to handle this right now is to just keep an eye on her, so that’s what I’ll do. Which means I have to go to the party thing later. I used to be the biggest party girl, but after the last one… yeah, not so much. I’ll make an appearance, but a dim one, and hang back in the shadows to keep an eye out for murderous loving assholes. Huh, and about that…Maybe if I focus really hard on that weird part of me that’s not really here; y'know, just maybe I can find out something about this mysterious bone-toothed man? I close my eyes, allowing the ringing in my head to amplify to a crescendo. Gritting my teeth against the pain I focus on the hum until I can almost see the violently vibrating, neon flashes of neuro-sparks flying across their cerebral pathways, pulsing against the backs of my eyelids; drawing glowing, veinous tracks in the blackness, like a map of my mind. The very space around me begins to feel like its buzzing and throbbing in sync with my rapidly firing synapses, and this strange, dissociative sensation kicks in, and it’s like my consciousness is displaced from my body. Some part of me realizes that it feels similar what I experienced during the first few weeks after my death. Like blasting off on DMT or something… Hold on… I need to search that… otherplace for answers… Asking the otherplace (Gaze into Abyss): 2d6+1 6 Opening my eyes, I look back at the suddenly quite larger envelope stack next to me. Had I been subconsciously filling them while diving into that weird, ghostly mind stuff? Or was I skipping around in time again? Who the hell knows. ”So… Looking forward to the party? Any plans for then?” Elias’s question jars me from my spacy train of thought. Oh poo poo! He noticed me?! His hand touches mine as he reaches for more envelopes. Stupidly, I gasp aloud at the contact, then cover my mouth with my hand like I'm in some cheesy romcom or something. My eyes dart nervously about to see if anyone heard. Oscar Rodriguez seems to be frowning in our general direction at least. Elias is waiting for me to answer and I'm trying to will the involuntary blush of surprise from my face. He’s probably the most popular guy in the room, so how is it his celebrity goggles allow him to see the invisible ghost girl? And why the hell is it so hot in here? I straighten myself up, trying to grasp some sense of composure. I can do this. I did pageants, I'm basically a B-movie actress. God girl, move your lips already! Say anything! Flashing the best selfie smile I can muster, I blurt out a reply. “Hey, uhm… The party, right… God I hope they still do it, y’know? They’ll still probably do it. We’re not sunk or anything, just a couple jerks heckling. It’s like, does our candidate have to be like Bill Burr or something on stage and have snappy comebacks prepared for all the inevitable assholes? Are we electing people for their comedic timing or something now?” Why the gently caress am I babbling about the campaign? “But… uhm, yeah. I mean no. No plans, really I guess. I mean I probably won’t stay for long or anything.” Wow this is going fabulously. 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XP: 0/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: "You should," I say, smiling slightly. It always gives me a little thrill to fluster others, and whatever the mystery of Alexandria is, she still blushes and babbles, putting me a bit more at ease. I can work with that a hell of a lot better than I could with some creepy unnerving spectre. "Stay for a while, I mean. It's going to be fun, I can guarantee that." Plus, I'll want to see how she does in that kind of situation, so I have a better idea of how to proceed with finding out what her deal is. Following her darting eyes, I see Oscar looking at us, and if I wasn't just the suavest, most charming motherfucker in the room, I'd drop the smile and scowl at him. What the hell does he think he's doing? Whatever we may have said or done, he knows just as well as I do that that needs to stay secret, as if our lives depended on it. I already told him nobody could ever think of us as more than just friends and co-workers, and here he is, almost pouting as he sees me close to a woman. I can't stand clinginess, especially if it threatens so much. Hopefully, the look I give him will warn him off for now, before I decide on a more permanent solution in private. Turning back to Alexandria, I continue with "Are you alright? You looked a little out of it, before." AdjectiveNoun fucked around with this message at 01:17 on Feb 28, 2016 |
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Hot: 0| Cold: 1 | Vol: -1 | Dark: 1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters I've recovered enough from the initial shock of being noticed and touched to tell that Elias is totes enjoying the hell out of my squirming. He has a wicked smile, but it's easy enough to read. Pulling myself together, I shrug, "Oh its cool, I'm fine. Just uh... obviously Sandra is a little pissed, so you know its gonna be one of those days. We'll all be pretty much worn out by this evening, probably, but its nothing a little Bacardi and Coke can't fix..." I'm using the pretext of some underage drinking to lean on his apparent interest in me, get him thinking I want to test his capability, thus steering the conversation away from my little 'episode'. He seems nice, but there's no way I'm going into the whole 'btw, i'm ded' bit. How do even you drop such a thing on someone, anyways? I have no idea yet how I'm going to navigate that conversation, so until I do its a big NOPE. "My head is killing me too. Ugh. Could really use a spliff or something. Would be nice to just tell the team leads where they can stuff these." I smirk and hold up my envelope stack, thrusting at Elias's chest to emphasize the pun. "What do you think?"
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 Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: None Barthel's disaster of a campaign speech would be funny if I didn't need him to get elected for my future career, actually, it is funny even taking that into account. He looked like such a clown! Which is like exactly what he should look like considering how idiotic his policy positions are. Watching it put me in a good enough mood that I'm totally not even angry that I they stuck me with like, the shittiest job before letter stuffing (which is the real shittiest job). I thought I was going to finally get a job I actually, like, liked when they put me on the Campaign Bus repair duty. I love fixing car stuff, getting a bit greasy while working under the hood. But no, apparently women don't understand cars, or mechanics, that's a man's job. So I got to clean the loving windows while listening to the other idiots on the team trying to work out how to fix a radiator leak, as if I couldn't do that in my sleep! gently caress now I'm all angry again. Think about something cheerful Sunny, oh, the party! Yeah, it's totally gonna be great. They've got a comedian coming in, for like, fundraising or something, but that wouldn't have had me excited, because everyone knows that 'Conservative Comedy' is an oxymoron (emphasis on the moron). But I looked up the comedian and its like some super liberal guy and oh my god I can't wait to see the looks on the peoples faces who paid to get in when they get roasted by a liberal oh its going to be SO GOOD! Though I'm not sure what Alexandria's politics are so many I should avoid her until after the comedian has done his bit so I don't turn her off by laughing at her beliefs in front of her. I'll just have bring her a drink after and snuggle up close while we talk about it, I can fake sympathize if she didn't like it or we can laugh it up together if she does. Flawless plan. The way Bellinda is looking at me is pretty annoying, because shes's like, not one of the worlds great beauties or anything, but she's seen me changing a few times (or at least I've let her) so the least she could do if she wants to control me is also just straight up want me. The feeling I'm getting about why she wants me is kind of creepy to, is that like, stalker stuff? I've got my pepper spry so its not like I need to be worried, but we do share the same room? Hrm. But if she wants to make a move in the normal way some time I'm not going to complain, ugh this is too confusing. I'll just talk to her like normal for now and try to figure this out later. "Hey Bellinda, just thinking about the party~" I lean back and stretch before getting back to work on the letters with a small groan. "The comedian coming should be good, don't you think?" To cover for taking a little while to answer, I give her my best bright SunnyTM smile. <godfish> turn on Bellinda <godfish> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> godfish, 8+1 = 9 GodFish fucked around with this message at 00:34 on Feb 29, 2016 |
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 Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: None "Oh, well..." I flash a glance over at Alexandria and blush slightly, "I'd like to go with Alexandria, but I don't know if she's, like, into girls at all, or me, or anything." I don't know a lot about her! "She's so mysterious, don't you think?" If I can get her to help me get with Alexandria I don't really mind if she thinks its getting me under her control or whatever. Win for both of us! GodFish fucked around with this message at 23:49 on Feb 29, 2016 |
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Hot -1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 0/5 | Conditions: Gullible Alexandria? Well, better then Elyssa at any rate. I look over and see Aexandria talking to...no wait, flirting with Elias?! No, not acceptable. I need to get Sunny over there as soon as possible. I quickly stand up and fill two cups at a nearby water cooler. I hand one to Sunny. Not the best way to open up negotiations, but I'm in a bit of a hurry here. "Oh yes, very mysterious. Now then." I take a drink from my cup. "I'd be glad to help." There'll be a cost on her part of course, but I'm sure Sunny has picked up on that. No need to publicly point it out. Starting a Bargaining Ceremony - offering Sunny my String on Alexandria for a String on Sunny
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Harm 0/4 | Experience 1/5 | Conditions: "I would be delighted to." I smiled showing her my perfect teeth. One of the minor benefits of my ahem condition. "It could be fun to let our hair down and enjoy the night if you know anywhere we can have a good time." Although I would be very surprised if she was in a fit state to do so by the time I'd drunk my fill but on the off chance it could be fun. And all work and no play makes Kat a very dull girl. accepting that xp offer Besides she still seemed my best chance to fit in. It used to be simple no one would care but in this modern era things would have to be different. Still some things hadn't changed I wonder who I could expect trouble from if I turned up for a party with a woman on my arm rather than a gentleman. [18:31] Ferrosol who'll give me poo poo for dating a woman? (gaze) [18:31] Ferrosol !r 2d6-1 [18:31] Krysmbot Ferrosol, 6-1 = 5
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Hot: 0| Cold: 1 | Vol: -1 | Dark: 1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters In a poorly lit, dank cave, several figures sit at a round table of carved onyx. A single, flickering light bulb sways continually overhead, like the constant rhythm of a metronome, sweeping shadows over the faces of all beneath its eerie glow. Alexandria waits passively, a blindfold pulled over her eyes. Directly to her left is a swarthy man wearing dirt-encrusted long johns and dickies. A jagged flap of scalp hangs over his left eye, revealing the fractured, pale remnants of his skull and the oozing grey matter within. He nods solemnly at a woman dressed in a very old cotton dress (circa mid 1800’s) who sits across the table from him. Angry-looking ligatures adorn her neck like a collar. She robotically leans to her side, in time with the sway of the bulb, and picks up what looks to be a bowl of finished stone with something dark and shimmering inside. The lady passes the bowl to her right, where it is taken by the arms of a person with nothing above their shoulders at all (save a tattered stump of flesh that was presumably once a neck), who then pushes it clumsily over the table's surface to the next figure. The chain continues, perfectly in sync with each swing of the sputtering light, until the bowl sits in front of Alexandria. After a pause that’s accented by a low static hum, Long Johns takes her hand, as if part of some some unspoken ceremony, and puts it in the bowl. Around the table, the council of dead began to chant quietly… meat… meat… Meat… MeAt… MEAT… MEAT…  ~~~ “…MEAT!” …And once again my hand flies to cover my mouth, though this time, for just a split second, I can taste the slick, gamy copper of some freshly slaughtered thing. My stomach lurches, and I barely hold back being sick all over Elias. I can't remember what the hell just happened, but I think I had some kind of vision? meatvision... The sickness slowly gives way to dread as I realize whatever spirits I've summoned are asking for a tribute of some kind in return for answers. A very gross tribute, but even more disturbing is the strange feeling tugging me along... like I'm actually compelled to do this. Its like a responsibility. Great. So much for that veggy detox. I give the best smile I can to Elias, though it probably flops sideways on my now very pale face. "Uh... a-anyways. See you at the thing, then? I'm taking a smoke break." I leave my envelopes with him and grab my purse, trudging as swiftly from the room as I can, head down. Looks like I'll be making a trip to the grocery today. ~~~ [heading to the grocery for some yummy tapeworm delight]
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XP: 1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: ...that was not a response I expected whatsoever. So much for... testing, I guess? A part of me wants to follow her, but that would never do. It would be too obvious, not to mention too desperate, and frankly I have better things to do than personally track Alexandria. That's what my clique is for. I send off a quick text message to Clare as I see Alexandria go 'need u 2 follow Alexandria. b discreet. tell me if anything odd, k?' [6:20pm] Nown: Manipulating Clare to Tail Alexandria [6:20pm] Nown: !roll 2d6+2 [6:20pm] Krysmbot: Nown, 6+2 = 8 She'll probably need some badgering, it's the journalist in her. Probably need to be fed a line of bullshit, too. That's the Fox Journalist in her, but she'll come around. In the meantime, I'm certainly not going to waste time stuffing envelopes. While I glance around the room, waiting for an opening in the personal conversations, I think about who would be the most fun to mess with...
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Hot: +2x | Cold: -1 | Vol: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters Mischievous grin at Katherine to seal the deal, quick turn then saunter away from her, aaaand I'm done here. Ohhh, tonight is going to be so much fun, I can just feel it! Scanning the room, it seems there are a couple possible options for - and resuming my work definitely isn't one of them. Ultimately deciding on messing with Whitney 'cuz it's funny, I sit down next to where she's still at work on the envelopes for her dad's campaign. At least I've made some progress on her - a few weeks ago, she probably would've been yelling at all of us for slacking, and now she doesn't really seem to care. Doesn't look like she noticed me sit down, which is just shameful. "So Whitney," I begin, grinning even wider when I get to see how drat happy she is that I'm suddenly here and paying attention. "Hear about anything fun going on tonight at the staff party?" Reaching up to adjust my totally unnecessary glasses a smidge, I lean in closer towards her, ready to keep whatever it is she wants to tell me between the two of us. "C'mon girl, secrets secrets are no fun - unless you share with someone!" Not how the rhyme goes, but whatever, she's totally gonna tell me something. (Rauri-phone) Manipulate Whitney (Rauri-phone) !r 2d6+2 (Krysmbot) Rauri-phone, 5+2 = 7 What does she want to tell Elyssa any / all secrets she might know concerning the staff party? Rauri fucked around with this message at 22:17 on Mar 1, 2016 |
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Elyssa: Whitney glances around nervously, making sure that her mother isn't around to see the two of you slacking off, then visibly relaxes when she assures herself it's just the staffers in the room. She returns an almost mirror image of your grin and says, "Well... what's the fun in sharing secrets if you don't get anything for it?" She taps her lips with her forefinger as she mimes figuring out what she wants, "How about... you make sure that I get some nice alone time with a particular someone, and then I'll spill." She cuts her eyes over to Brady then turns back to you, adding, "Trust me. You're gonna wanna know about this." What do you do? Elias: You don't even see Clare's hands stop stuffing envelopes as she texts you back: quote:Why are you interested in her all of a sudden? She knows you well enough to spot a lie from you, so you'll have to tell her the truth, or at least something awfully close to it. What do you do? Alexandria: You make your way out the back and into the fading twilight. That does make it a bit easier to spot the spot a neighborhood grocer a few blocks down, as it's one of the few buildings on the street that still has florecent light pouring out its windows. Having everything be so close together is one of the perks of working in a small town, I suppose. But, as you walk in, you see a problem. There's a long line at the butcher's counter, and the German guy up at the front of the line doesn't seem to speak English very well. The line behind him is starting to lose patience, and if you wait here too much longer, you might be missed. What do you do? Katherine: I mean, there's going with someone, and going with someone. Showing up with a girl friend would be fine, of course. Preferable even, since spending too much time with a boy might lead to temptation and such. But... you're liable to get chewed out in front of everyone if you're too forward about your new "friend" in public. As you glance at the latest letter you're stuffing, you notice that it's addressed to Pastor Michaelson, the man who gave you such an unsettling feeling earlier in the campaign. In fact, it's a thank you note that's going to go out with the mail tomorrow morning, thanking him for making an appearance at the party tonight. What do you do?
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Hot: 0| Cold: 1| Vol: -1 | Dark: 1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters Grateful to escape unnoticed, I shuffle outside the stuffy business complex that serves as Barthel HQ. There’s a few other staffers lingering out front, smoking and muttering to each other, their faces tense and ashen. They’re either too busy fretting over the press fiasco to notice me, or I’ve gone ’blurry’ again. Don’t really care at this point! I need a drat smoke to help me clear my head. Keep getting flashes of that gruesome meaty thing and…(meat!!!) …gently caress. Shaking my head, I try to purge these interloping voices as I light up my own smoke and start walking down the nearly deserted sidewalk towards Gino’s Grocery. It's a relief there's hardly anyone on the streets this time of night, less people to dodge; and by dodge I mean literally stepping around strangely oblivious folks so they don't plow my rear end over. The storefronts look even more confusing under the patches of lamplight highlighting their dull, grayed surfaces. Small town Iowa architecture is mostly a muddled blend of cramped thrift stores and spacious state houses, filled with people who peddle cheap tricks and big ideas. Perfect place for the campaign, truly. What the hell am I doing anymore? Maybe there was a time when little victories and easy compliments were enough to fill a family-shaped void in my heart or something, and maybe that kind of appraised recognition from the official-looking guys who recruited me was all that, like, got interested in their ideals in the first place? So logically it follows I got into politics to stroke my narcissism and jump on board a quick train to success, which pretty much sums up our Grand Old Party's spirit in a nutshell. To be honest, I can't say I really have any sort of opinions or agenda anymore aside from figuring out how I wound up stuck in this extra-dimensional existence, and how the hell I'm supposed to get out. If that's even possible. I don't know if I, like, broke death or whatever, but it better sort itself out before I go anymore cray. I mean, I'm on my way to stuff my face with some raw meat like an animal. Is that what I've been reduced to? Just some blind, dumb thing raging against impulses I'll never have the capacity to understand? An ant upon the God-Machine. The cigarette takes on a bitter, burnt flavor, so I spit it out onto the cracked cement. Perhaps my taste-buds are broken now too. Maybe I'll bite into that bloody, stringy mess and not even gag? I suppose I could just pick up some baby back ribs and only nibble a bit around the bone. Everyone has had some under-cooked BBQ at least once in their life, right? drat, this is gonna suck. I pull open the door to the market, which causes an old bronze bell to jingle above my head. Unsurprisingly, no one looks my way as I slink between the rows of canned goods and cracker boxes, through the bread and spices, past the dairy cold storage and up to the back of the butcher's queue. Ahead of me is a line of restless-looking customers, shifting uneasily in their places as they gaze on in annoyance at the scene in front of the counter. There's a middle-aged guy with a very heavy German accent battling against the large, oafish language barrier that is Jerry, the local cow carver. After a minute of watching the painful process, I feel a bit sorry for them both. I'd like to be patient, but I just don't have the time, and I'm beginning to feel the meat sweats coming on again. How can I move this along? C'mon, girl. How else you gonna get some dudes to pay attention to you? How did we even get here in the first place? Uh, right. Working the old magic it is, then. Screw it. If I can get Mr. Deutsche Bags to let me do some friendly interpretation for him, I can slip my order in there as well. I have no clue how to speak German, but I do have a decent translation app. It will def be a janky process, but better than trying to steal something. Taking a quick breath, I force the ghostly distractions out of my head and turn on that smile again. Moving with a little extra sway, I saunter my way up to the front, putting my hands up in a conciliatory approach to the people I'm skipping, giving a playful wink to the guy who's next in line. I hold my phone out, showing it to German dude, leaning a bit forward so the taut little v-neck I'm wearing can let my cleavage do the real talking. "Hello, sir! May I help?" I type what I just said into the translator and show it to him: EZWERDZ posted:Hallo Herr. Kann ich helfen? Manipulate German dude: 2d6 8
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Hot: +2x | Cold: -1 | Vol: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters Well that does sound like something I want to hear - and, in a way, I'm almost proud of her for not immediately telling me what I want to know. Bit of a bother, but at least she's learned a lesson or two from me. "Sure thing," I smirk, looking over at the object of her affections alongside her. "Should be easy, gimme a minute or two and I'll be right back." Since Brady's already present this is actually super easy. Rising from my seat alongside Whitney, I'm heading over towards where he's hard at work (passing my own seat and stack of unstuffed envelopes in the process). Luckily there's no one in the chair right next to him, so I claim it for myself. Carpe diem, chair. When he naturally looks over, I kick my feet up on the table, stretch my arms back and push my chest out... and then slowly lean in to whisper in his ear. "Mind if we talk outside real quick?" Motioning towards the door with my head, he's definitely enjoying the display I'm putting on, I can see it in his eyes. More specifically, where his eyes are focused. "It's about something fun~" <Rauri> Turn onBrady <Rauri> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 7+2 = 9 Self / Promise / Rauri fucked around with this message at 07:33 on Mar 3, 2016 |
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: None I watch Bellina fill up a pair of glasses with water and bring them over. I’m not really very thirsty, but I take the cup and swish the water around vaguely while she starts. “Do you know much about her? What she’s interested in? Who she’s interested in?” I learn forward eagerly to hear the answer. Accepting that
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Hot -1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 0/5 | Conditions: Gullible Good. The deal is done. I take another drink from my cup. "Well, she's very quiet. Don't know too much about her." Other then that she's bad at spreadsheets, but that's not really relevant right now. "Going to her and being friendly might help, and - oh, uh, she just ran out." I point to the exit. "Don't know where she's going, but maybe you could wait near there and then try talking to her, see if anything's wrong? That might get her to open up to you." And as a bonus, it'll keep her away from Elias.
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Harm 0/4 | Experience 1/5 | Conditions: So probably better not to show up together got it. I'm fine with that but the question is will Elyssa be fine with it? She seems like the type to flaunt rules like that just for the sake of flaunting them. I mean I should disapprove people thumbing their noses at the established order of things is what got the world in the mess it's in now. But it's so entertaining to watch on a personal level. I almost want to see her try it, If it wouldn't be for my own reputation tied to it. I glanced down at the envelope I was stuffing normally I just ignore them but this one was a little fancier than most and when I looked at it my blood ran cold. A letter thanking Pastor Michealson for his attendance at our little gathering this evening. If it had been an invitation I would have "accidentally" destroyed it but unfortunately it was too late for that. What did I do now? I'm pretty sure it was him who set those vampire hunters on me and it wouldn't surprise me if it was him who was behind the attempted poisoning of me. Of course it was a tricky tightrope to walk winning the support of the credulous fools who believed everything their priests told them was vital for the campaign so we couldn't afford to alienate him. But perhaps there was a way for me to get revenge on him personally if I could find some way to do it without getting it traced back to me or the campaign. [17:20] Ferrosol gaze about evil plot [17:20] Ferrosol !r 2d6-1 [17:20] Krysmbot Ferrosol, 3-1 = 2
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XP: 1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: She knows me well enough to spot a lie... but I can hardly tell her the truth, either. 'She's some sort of undead creature' is the kind of truth where... I'm not sure what would be worse - her considering it a lie, or her actually believing it. So I text back something that isn't untrue, even if it's not the actual truth behind things. quote:It's always useful to have people indebted to you. I know you can find something that will make her indebted. That should pique the bloodhound's interest. That done, I go in search of another person. I've done my quota of envelope-stuffing - now that Alexandria has so gratefully given me hers to add to my pile. I'll get someone to add to her now-empty stack, so she doesn't get in too much trouble from Mrs. Barthel, but when she's given me an opportunity to wander, rather than being stuck in menial labour, she can't be too upset that I decided to take it. When I see Bellinda and Sunny chatting by the water cooler, I head that way with a confident smile. They're a couple of interesting sorts, and I can't resist getting involved in a good private scheming session. "Ladies. What dastardly plot are you concocting without me?" I say jokily, as I get myself a cup of water, too.
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Elias: Clare looks up and gives a slight cock of her head. She knows she's not getting everything, but that's good enough for now. She's on the case and out the door. Kathernie, you ponder for a bit and decide that there's always a "live boy/dead girl" scenario, and there's going to be plenty of young people at the party to make it happen. Pastor Michealson hasn't really publicly backed the campaign, so there wouldn't be any fallout for Barthel, either. Probably. ...Also, that hunger you were feeling before? It's excruciating now. You're REALLY going to need a drink before the party. You've got to pick someone for a snack and soon. What do you do? Also, just wondering, what awful thing normally happens when you go too long without feeding? Elyssa, you don't have to tell Brady twice. He stiffens as your breath breezes over his ear, immediately stops what he's doing, and follows you outside. Once there, he glances around to see if anyone is around, then leans in to kiss you. He's... not very subtle. He's giving self. What do you do? Alexandria: The rotund man gives you a brief puzzled look before he looks at the translator and then lets out a hearty guffaw. He plucks the phone out of your hand and then types up his order. The English is the expected babble-fish translation, but it's enough to get the job done. Once the butcher goes to work, there's some cheers and sighs of relief behind you as everyone is now looking forward to finally getting out of here. Once the orders are filled, the German man picks up the bags (unaware of your addition to his order) and points to the phone again. It says: quote:Thank you very much. It is good to find nice children here. Please give me your phone numbers so that I can thank you properly later. What do you do?
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Hot: +2x | Cold: -1 | Vol: -1 | Dark: +1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Campaign Headquarters Brady's going in for a kiss, and I'm not going to object (yet). What can I say - he's hot, it's fun, he's good at it, and before I know it I've got an arm around him, and meanwhile I'm pressed up against the building while he... Focus Elyssa! You have a plan here! I unwrap my arms from him and push him back slightly, enough resistance to indicate that there's no more kissing now. "Whoa, down boy! We're at work!" Not that I care about that, but it's a great pretext right? <Rauri> Shut Down Brady <Rauri> !r 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 10-1 = 9 Bestowing the Overeager condition, he can return one He looks confused, and I can't blame him but I will anyways. "Listen," I begin, bringing both my hands up to to gesture with. "Whitney's got her eye on you for the party, she hopes you're interested... and you totally should be." I bring my right hand up, to indicate what she has to offer. "Both of us get her gratitude, plus the big boss's like, for sure," probably for sure. "And she's actually pretty cool for a girl that'll guarantee your job security here." "And then, when the party's done..." I bring my other hand up to indicate me, and then trace it from my lips down to my thigh, watching him all the while. "You and I could hang out again, when we're not at work?" I offer him an almost impossibly huge grin, the absolute picture of trustworthiness in hipster garb. C'mon Brady, let's not get over-complicated with this - listen to me, and everyone wins, most of all me! Silver Tongue - advising Brady to go to the Staffer party with Whitney for appearance's sake, then hook up with Elyssa after it, everybody wins. If they choose not to do what you tell them to, give them a String. If they follow your advice and wish they hadn’t, or vice versa, take 2 Strings on them and they mark experience.
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Hot: 0| Cold: 1| Vol: -1 | Dark: 1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Gino's Grocery I nod and smile (nervously), stepping to the side and backwards through the rows of goods behind me, away from the line and towards the door. Okay now's the delicate part. I motion for his grocery bag, then reach inside for the receipt. Pulling out a pen from my purse, I make as if to write my number on it, then squint at it and feign shock. I hastily tap out an explanation: EZWERDZ posted:I'm sorry. I included my order with yours. It's a mistake. I'll pay you. There's definitely a science to typing text for translation. Basically write grade-school sentences so there's less chance of making a grammatical faux pas, right? Maybe I can get an actual gig doing this in a social security office or something. Mmm, money. Stowing my phone, I pull out my clasp and take out $6.00 to cover the cost of the half rack of baby back ribs. It's actually $6.97, but that's all the cash I have left over from scrounging up around my now abandoned house (at least I managed to pay my phone bill). Yeah, I broke in. It's not easy to make phat stax when you're dead, okay? So what. Who you gonna call, Ghostbusters™? That's right. I use trademarks during my internal dialogues. So now you can sue me too! Or rather... you can't. So Meta. Anyways, Alex. Inter-internal dialogue here. Quit staring into the cobwebs of your coin-snatch and let's finish this heist already. Giving the most sheepish, pitiful smile it's possible to offer, I hold out the money to him in my left hand as my right carefully retrieves the ribs from the brown paper sack he's holding. Let's hope I can cash in on the whole "good child" thing early. Oh, and I totes wrote down a fake number. I'm sure he's nice and all but... nope. ~~~ [Hi, this is suicide4sexbots and not another dialogue-within-a-dialogue. Let me know if I need to roll to Keep My Cool or something?] suicide4sexbots fucked around with this message at 17:53 on Mar 6, 2016 |
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: None I stare at the cup for a moment, then take a sip as well to be polite. “Hmm. Don’t know where she went, but that does sound like a good plan.” I’m about to head out to do just that when Elias shows up. He’s very friendly, and I’d probably like him if he didn’t seem to like… actually believe in the bullshit his party was full of. Or… hmm. I know like, half the GOP people don’t actually believe in half the policies, they just like… use them to get a base to support their bullshit economic stuff. So is him actually believing in it respectable? Whatever. “Weeeeell, I was plotting to take a smoke break.” I take another sip of water to create a pause to make this seem like a casual remark. “Where’d Alexandria go? She seemed in a bit of a rush.”
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Hot -1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 0/5 | Conditions: Gullible And here comes Elias. Perfect. "We aren't plotting anything. Not yet, anyway." I give him a smile, then lean in a bit closer to him. "We were actually just talking about the party tonight. You have any plans for that?" I don't think he does, but I'd like to make sure. And now seems like a good time to grab him for the evening before anyone else does. Turn Elias On: 2d6-1 3
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XP: 1+1/5 Harm: 0/4 Conditions: Having a would-be journalist looking for their big break has its definite advantages. She won't let me down, I'm sure of it. But I only spare her leaving a glance before I focus on the two lovely ladies in front of me. Lucky Bellinda. She's definitely got the mind for behind the scenes work, but she has the social skills for it, too - not a chance in Hell she'll ever make it as a public face in politics, and she's giving Exhibit A of that right now. But I don't lose anything for playing along. "Well, if you weren't plotting, that's just a waste of good time spent lurking by the water cooler," I say, chuckling. "But no, I don't have any plans in particular. Are you about to suggest something, Miss Caito?" I only pause to send an irritated glance Sunny-wards. Not only for bringing up Alexandria, but her mention of smoking. I despise smoking, and the addiction lesser-minded people have to those cancerous, oversexed, glorified matches. "Watch out, Sunny. Wouldn't want to raise everyone's Obamacare premiums with your premature lung cancer," I say. "You should take more care of your body than that. Just saying." [2:03pm] Nown: Shutting Down Sunny [2:03pm] Nown: !roll 2d6+1 [2:03pm] Krysmbot: Nown, 6+1 = 7 Marking XP, Giving her the Condition 'Cancerous'. She can give me one in return.
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Cancerous I choke. I was in the middle of another sip to keep the impression casualness up when Elias drops his line. Now that's probably like a real zinger among so called conservative comedians but its just so blatantly uninformed and stupid. Even with my totally low expectations for intelligence in my co-workers, they always seem to be able to find new ways to surprise and disappoint me. To put it simply, I'm in the middle of a sip of water when he makes that comment and it accidentally goes down the wrong pipe. I cough once, twice, and on the second cough, the water comes spraying out, all over Elias. Elias can get the condition Soaked Whoops. Even if he did deserve that, that definitely wasn't intentional. After coughing a few more times into my hand to get the water spray out, I give him a miserable look. "Oh god sorry Elias- uh..." gently caress it. I run for the door. <godfish> run away <godfish> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> godfish, 9+1 = 10 Exp for Vol, can't touch Sunny!! GodFish fucked around with this message at 05:43 on Mar 9, 2016 |
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Hot -1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 0+1/5 | Conditions: Gullible Why is Elias going off on Sunny like that? Not good. First off, that's something I do too. Second, he's made her run off while we were talking. Looks like that's something about him I'll need to change. "Yes I was about to suggest something. Mostly, us going together. However, I do hope you don't plan on being a health nut to the other guests at the party too. Might put a damper on things if people are spitting up on you and running off." My tone might be joking, but I do mean it. Shut Down Elias: 2d6+1 Elias loses a String on Bellinda Marking XP for rolling Cold
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Bellinda, as you're knocking Elias down a peg, Chester A. Reginald catches your eye. He's been keeping to himself, steadily stuffing envelopes, but he'd slowed and stared a bit when you went up to talk to Elias. It's not hard to guess what he's thinking. After all, he'd asked you out on a date recently. How'd you respond, and why were you the only person who found his reaction weird? Either way, his gaze is a bit uncomfortable, What do you do? Chester takes a string Katherine, Whitney looks up at you, surprised. She looks like she was daydreaming about something (or someone?) while she was stuffing envelopes. A bit embarrassed, she has to mentally replay what you said before she responds, "Oh, I don't really have any on me. I can go get some from my room, though." Without waiting for your answer, she then leaves to go back to her room. Alone. What do you do? Elyssa: After solving the very rudimentary math problem of "Is 2 greater than 1?", Bradey seems to have reached the correct answer. He gives you a grin and says, "Well, if that's all you want, I think I can make that happen." The grin has a bit too much teeth for him to be thinking with anything other than his dick, but he does remove his arm from around your waist and take a step back. So, are you planning on making this blow up in his or Whitney's face? Maybe even both? Also, you spot Clare peeking around the alley and staring at the local market. If you didn't see her come out, she might have been standing there for a bit, but she seems much more interested in the market than any staffer makeouts. And that's when Sunny bursts out, running out of the office at full tilt. What do you do? Oh, and for no reason whatsoever, which staffer do you know always has a gun on them? Sunny: Wow, talk about rude! You do hear Bellinda calling Elias out on it, though, so that's nice, I guess. Or, you know, it might be if she wasn't a total creeper? Maybe? And, uh, you probably weren't expecting the alley to be this crowded. There's Clare at one end and Elyssa and Bradey at the other. And... is that Alexandria in the grocery across the street? She doesn't seem to see you at the moment, but she certainly will if you leave the alley. Of course, everyone else can see you now, and they're probably wondering what's going on. What do you do? Alexandria, he presses the money back into your hands and lets loose a stream of German before stopping and saying in a thick accent, "No trouble. No trouble." After you put the fake number in his phone, he then reaches in and hands you the package of meat. Then, he gives you a sharp slap on the back that almost sends you sprawling and says, "Good child. Nice child." Then, he briskly walks out the door, leaving you with your package of raw meat. So, what do you do? Scene only has one or two more MC posts in it before we move on to the party.
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: None Creep or not, its good to hear someone else thought that was like a totally out of line comment! Still, totally not sorry to be away from either of them and even more not sorry to be alone in this al..ley.... way. What the hell are so many people doing out here!! I try to turn my run into a casual stride, but I don't think it worked. At all. So I just like drift away from them awkwardly while I light up a cigarette, making sure to focus on the other end of the alley from them and... is that Alexandria? It is! Did... she hurry out to buy some food? Huh. Is she hungry then, I could totally invite her to eat with me, yeah! Good plan Sunny. Doing my best to ignore everyone in the alley - which I'm quite successful at, having seen the alluring sight of my sweet Alexandria - I leave and head into the grocery store, regretfully stubbing out my barely smoked cigarette on the outside of the doorframe. "Hey Alexandria!" I call out to her as I approach, waving a cheery hand and swaying my hips just enough to catch an eye but still look like a casual walk. Once I get closer I look down at her purchase curiously, "What have you got there?" wow, that's a lot of meat. "Hungry? There's some good places we could go to eat around here, save that for some time you have more time." I pause, and feel a need to correct my lie. "Or, like, there's some places that aren't bad, I guess. On me?" I give her my brightest, sexiest smile. <godfish> turn on Alexnadria (+1 from true love) <godfish> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> godfish, 6+2 = 8
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Harm 0/4 | Experience 1/5 | Conditions: I stalked out after her. Not even sparing a backward glance for who might be watching me by that point I didn't care. It was all about the hunger, the thirst, the need. I trailed her back to her room waited till she unlocked her door and stepped in her back turned still to me and I struck. You'll excuse me if I spare you the messy details but needless to say any resistance on her part was futile especially when the hunger was that strong upon me. It was everything I wanted and more I felt stronger, younger, healthier, smarter. It was all an illusion of course but the high was that strong. I'd experimented with other drugs of course in the past but none of them had anything like the same effect on me. I felt like a goddess. As for dear sweet Whitney she soon settled into an amiable stupor and I laid her flat on her bed to sleep it off. With a little luck she would not remember any of this or at best only confused and pleasant memories. I never wanted to hurt my victims. Perhaps others of my kind did so. But I am not them. triggering The Feeding. You get to mark XP for feeding and choose two: You carry +1 forward, they don't die Taking her key I slipped out and locked the door behind me sliding the key under the door. I'm not heartless I don't want her locked in there permanently I just want her out of the way for a bit. I strode off filled with confidence and ready to conquer the world.
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Hot: 0| Cold: 1| Vol: -1 | Dark: 1 XP: 1/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Location: Trying to Escape Gino's Grocery Allowing myself a deep breath, I look down reluctantly at the dread wax paper wrapping. On one hand, it was a relief to see the guy jet out without too much beef (hehe). I'd been worried that he wouldn't buy my story, but then he had probably been just as uncomfortable as everyone else in that situation, so perhaps my scheme really had served the Greater Good. On the bad hand, now I had the drat raw meat, and I was one step closer to dysentery or something fun like that. Just go duck into an alley and get this over with. Great, now my inner-voice sounds like some kinda pimp. Just before I made it to the exit, Sunny comes striding in with a purpose, looking right at me. Immediately I felt my tummy tighten with the pull of guilt. It's a weird kind of shame to experience, having secretly watched someone while they slept. Not like I'd been stalking her or anything! I just wound up there somehow on one of my ghost walks. Sure, I felt like a creep, but then... she was awfully cute too! Like just enough androgynous and not too much butch. Swallowing hard, I smile sheepishly at Sunny, putting the package behind my back half-consciously. "Oh! Hi there, Sunny! H-hungry? Wow. I mean, I know right? I mean I am, sorta. Uhm. I was thinking about using one of those grills in the courtyard tomorrow? The catered lunches are nice and everything, but like, it is always from the same stupid business. But, y'know, you're probably not eating them anymore either if you're hungry too, so that's cool." Holy poo poo my conversational skills are so far from cool right now. "Dinner? Like before the party? Uh, I might totally be down with that, but we may not have enough time? Also, I gotta go back and put these ribs in the freezer." (In my belly) "What did you come in here for? I can go smoke outside and wait for you if you want a walking buddy." Just need a few minutes... MEAT
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Vol +1 | Dark 0 Experience: 2/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: None I certainly can't resist smiling when I look at Alexandria or listen to her talk. She sounds adorably shy, doesn't she? Yes, yes she does. "Oh yeah, I don't eat that stuff, at least like, not when I can help it. Especially not when there are other tastier things around." I wink, very slightly. I hope that didn't sound creepy. I slip my arm around her back -starting in a platonic area- as we head towards the entrance to the shop again and back out onto the street. "I just came in to see what was going on with you, had a bit of a crowd. We've got time for a quick ..bite.. before the party at least if you want." She does have a point about having to take care of that meat though. "Well, should I wait for you out here while you put that meat away and we can have a smoke together and talk?"
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