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 Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 2 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3/5 | Conditions: Boy Scout Location: Home What the - oh, something is interfering...music? Wait, what? Who decided to start playing it now? I follow the noise, and head into the unfinished dining room. I see a couple of the others also walking around for some reason, but I just go past them. Once inside the room, I see the woman who interrupted my conversation with the Moon, an iPod in the dock. I walk over and shut it off, trying not to show my annoyance. "Can I help you?" Heliotrope fucked around with this message at 22:09 on Feb 8, 2015 |
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 Playbook Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Blaming Freddy, Creepy Location: home I'm surprised, but in a good way, when jackie offers to help me find my ipod. She's usually so... locked up in her own thoughts. I didn't think she liked me. "Thanks." Then things get weird when we find the new girl. Is she one of Mr. Young's wards? You'd think he would introduce her, or something. Also, she looks cool. Everyone has cooler clothes than me. Also, she likes Nirvana. Bonus. "It's about pain," I say, as Zach turns the player off. "About how nobody understands, even the ones who pretend like they understand. It's one of my favorites." I push my hair back behind my ears. "Um, hi. My name's Alex."
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 Playbook Hot 2 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Location: Home I've put a lot of work into that tower room. I cleansed its energies and I've done a few ceremonies there, just me and the gods and goddesses. I found a ritual of Joining the Moon that a priest can do, and that was a really powerful working. Last night I lit a nice new candle and said a spell I was researching to help my love become requited, and it looks like it's working! So naturally I go running up there after school, and what do I find? A big trophy case has been stuck in front of the door to the stairs. What the hell? I try shoving it but it won't budge with just me. I'm gonna have to go get some help.
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 Hot 0 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 1/5 | Conditions: Location: Home "What's it to you, Babydoll?" she asks, swiping the pack of cigarettes and pulling one out. She shakes her head slightly to whip a stray strand of hair out of her face as she lights the cigarette and blows a plume of smoke out the broken window. Rolling to turn Victoria on. 2d6: 9 [2d6=6, 3] Violet's too cool for school.
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 Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 1/5 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom Playbook Alex is getting up in her face, and I can't say I blame him. Did she just grab it from whatever place Alex actually left it? Still, I -am- curious. Is she going to be another one of us? No need to head out yet. Sorry if it seems like this post isn't doing anything, but I'm awaiting her response to Zach's question.
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Hot 2 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3/5 | Conditions: Location: The House "Nothing," Victoria replies, with an immediate snap that gets immediately undercut by her softening posture. "Violet," she says. "I....crap, my room is screwed," she says. "Some kind of plumbing problem. They said they moved all my stuff." It's well known around the house how much Victoria hates people messing with her stuff. "You did good with Freddy," Violet says. "Color me jealous, you beat me to the...punch." she chuckles. "We're more like than you realize."
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 The young woman rises from her seat and runs her fingers through her hair. "Actually, I'm here to help you." You can't quite place her accent, but it seems African. She turns her head from Zach to Alex with slow deliberation. "Hello. I'm Nadia," she says, offering a hand. She leaves it hanging there as she pushes her butt up onto the table, sitting in front of Zach. "There was a break-in through the foyer window, I'm afraid. No one was hurt, but your father asked me to stay a few days. He didn't want you to be here all alone." Victoria, don't forget to pick your response to Violet's Turn On Move.
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Hot 0 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 2/5 | Conditions: Location: Home I raise an eyebrow and glance at Vickie's clothes. "Yeah, right. You'd be lucky if you only broke a nail instead of getting snapped in half by Freddy. Besides, since when do you get down and dirty?" I might not be the smartest but I'm not an idiot, she's gotta be buttering me up so she has a place to evacuate all her poo poo to if her room's really that busted.
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Playbook Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Blaming Freddy, Creepy Location: home I reach out to tentatively shake Nadia's limp hand; you don't have to be a ghost to feel weirdness radiating off her like pot fumes from a stoner. "So, how do you know Mr. Young?" I ask, trying for politeness.
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Nadia takes Alex's hand with thin, bony fingers. "He's my uncle. By marriage," she continues after a short pause. "Andrea was my aunt." She seems pleasant, but at a loss--too old to be your classmate, but too young to have a script for talking to you. "So...how was school?" Upstairs, Toby notices scratches around the edge of the trophy case which it doesn't quite hide. A tiny glint of light catches his eye, and he sees specks of glass that weren't vacuumed out of the seams in the hardwood floor. Sure enough, a nearby wastebasket contains the remains of a broken water glass. Someone came in and out in a hurry.
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Hot 1 | Cold 0 | Volatile 1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 1/5 | Conditions: Location: Homeroom Playbook "School was... fine. Um, glad you found your thing, Alex." Immediate tactical retreat from this "niece" - she's creepy as all getup, and apparently isn't a fan of the idea of personal property. I've got a lot on my mind, anyway. After heading to my room getting changed out of school clothes, I start my routine. Start off with stretching... What's that other voice of his? Sit-ups. Remember - if it doesn't hurt, it isn't doing anything. Will it hurt people? Can it? No punching bag, but the wall's fine. I barely feel anything anymore, through the callouses. What does it want? And how can I kill it? --- Going to finally use that Gaze 10 on Eddie. I'll have lucid visions and carry 1 forward to whatever I gotta do.
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Hot 1 | Cold -1 | Volatile 2 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3/5 | Conditions: Boy Scout Location: Home Jackie tears off, worried about her stuff I presume. A break in, huh? It's weird - there were no police and the staff seemed fine. Then again, maybe this is how really rich people handle this kind of situation? "Did they take anything or do something?" Kind of odd for Mr. Young to send someone over when there's all these people who already work here.
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Hot 2 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3/5 | Conditions: Location: The House "You might be surprised," Victoria says, her approach to Violet taking on a distinctively slinky motion. Her head tilts just so, a hand landing on Violet's shoulder. "I can be very down...." another hand to Violet's hip. "and dirty," she finishes, a close-mouthed smile on her face, eyes sparkling with mischief. I was getting to it!
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Playbook Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Blaming Freddy, Creepy Location: home I withdraw my hand, with some difficulty, and look around nervously. "I didn't even know Mr. Young had family," I say truthfully. "Uh, school was... fine. Little crazy, first day back and everything." Tactfully, I pick up my music player and stick it in my pocket, where it will, hopefully, stay. "So... I guess you must live around here, or something? To get here so fast, after the break in?"
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Hot 0 | Cold -1 | Volatile 1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 2/5 | Conditions: Location: Home drat, she might be better at this game than I am. Probably should have seen that coming now that I think about it. "Oh Victoria..." I breathe out, my lips inches from hers before my mouth curls into a smirk. "I didn't realize you were that desperate."
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Hot 2 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3/5 | Conditions: Location: The House Victoria locks eyes with Violet, otherwise unmoving. "You wish," she says, her self-satisfied smirk growing, just a bit. Trying to shut Violet down. Shut down Violet: 2d6+1 6 Mmmmnope. +1 experience, though! Platonicsolid fucked around with this message at 04:02 on Feb 14, 2015 |
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Suppose I should probably post something. Playbook Hot 2 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Location: Home "Hey Violet," I say, poking my head around the corner, "can you help me with --- wait, what?" Is she really about to make out with Victoria? In front of me? That's ... that's not fair.
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Nadia scoots off the table and leads you through a still-unfinished hallway. Chips of paint and plaster still litter the floor, and everything from old mattresses to old paintings lean against the walls. She snatches a roll of blue painter's tape from the top of a barrel, then crosses her arms, chilled by the draft blowing through the passageway. "I live all over the world...but mainly in Lagos. Almost all of Marcus' family are in the shipping business." The hall winds around to the foyer, and she indicates the broken window before setting to work taping over the hole. "They snatched a few things...some old books and some candlesticks I think, but Marcus leaves so much junk lying around..." she pauses from her efforts to shrug. Upstairs, Violet and Victoria's tete a tete is interrupted not only by Toby, but a figure in the doorway. It's the thin plumber. Now that his face is turned from the wall, you see he's not so old and grizzled as his fat friend. Handsome, even, with blonde curls peeking out from under his baseball cap. But he looks tired, like he's been working since last night and plans to work through this one, and his eyes are red and itchy. "Hey the drywall in here is totally...okay." He sees what Toby sees and stops in his tracks. "Huh. She told us you were sisters. That's different." Meanwhile, Jackie's focus is on the sharp smack of her fists against the wall. It's amazing how certain things come into focus when you're not afraid to let your knuckles bleed. One. One two. One two three. One two three four. One two uppercut. So, a voice. A voice that isn't Eddie's. He's human, after all. You've seen his parents at school functions, and they act the way you expect parents to act. And while Eddie may be an rear end in a top hat, he is most of the time your standard garden-variety rear end in a top hat, the kind who knocks other kids' books out of their hands and makes dick-shaped arts-and-crafts behind the teacher's back. Not the kind of monster who makes a girl an orphan. One two. One two. One, one, overhand. One uppercut three four. But there's something in there with him, something that complements Eddie without mixing perfectly, like oil and vinegar. Voices in bodies where they don't belong? You've seen it before. But Brody, whoever it is, doesn't seem afraid of anything. And anyway, it can go where it wants in a second. Eddie can't, trapped in that body. Trapped in that body, vulnerable like the rest of us. Trapped and full of rage. Back upstairs, the plumber looks past VIolet and Victoria to Toby, seeing the hurt in his eyes. "What's eating you, mack? You look like somebody ate your lunch." A grin spreads across his face as he pulls a dirty cloth from his overalls and wipes sweat from his brow. As the rag covers and uncovers his face, it occurs to Toby that his eyes don't look bloodshot. What moves across the whites of his eyes looks more like a flickering flame.
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Playbook Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Blaming Freddy, Creepy Location: home I take a roll of tape and start to help Nadia, partly because it gives me something to do with my hands, partly to cover the fact that I don't know where Lagos is -- isn't that, like, near Vietnam? -- and partly because... well. windows don't tape themselves, y'know? Not that the breeze bothers me but it's the principle of the thing. I'm haunting this house, dang it. "I wonder if it was a high school kid who broke in," I say out loud. "Seems like a real serious thief would have taken more stuff, or... or at least raided the medicine cabinet looking for pills or something. Smashing a window and swiping the first thing you find sounds like a teenage prank."
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Playbook Hot -1 | Cold 1 | Volatile -1 | Dark 2 Harm 0/4 | Experience 4/5 | Conditions: Blaming Freddy, Creepy Location: home Something about Nadia's fear, perversely, makes me feel happy. It's not mean-spirited; I think it's just relief that I'm not the only one who's afraid all the time about everything. I start to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but I flinch back at the last second, and end up awkwardly patting her. "Whatever you're afraid of, you don't have to worry," I assure her. "We'll be okay. We're..." I trail off, my mouth moving, trying to find words. I'm already dead, Zach's big and strong and growly, Violet is a cool badass, and Jackie and Victoria are, in totally opposite ways, the two deeply scariest girls I've ever met. Only Toby's really vulnerable. "We're going to be fine. Nobody'd really try to hurt anyone in Mr. Young's house."
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