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Aparajita, Dominic: Your little tussle takes you both out of your pew and into the aisle, where nothing restricts the priest from reaching you in five long strides and physically pulling Aparajita off. "You two," he -- doesn't growl, because "growl" implies a loosening of the rigid control necessary to keep from slaughtering you, so it must be "says" -- "violence before the Pilgrim Mother degrades you both." He says it with conviction, too. The priest takes a string on each of you. "The Deaconess's office. Now." Emma: God, a little sleep is absolutely what you need right now -- and then a couple of violent idiots wake you from your drowsy half-aware state, because why would things go right during Saturday blessings? You felt like you were about to have a vivid dream, too, and now that potential's gone to poo poo; it's like your head is lined with Hedge thorns. Take the Distracted condition. Hannah: Well, at least you managed to sleep through that.
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 Hot -1, XP: 3/5 | Harm: 1/4 | Conditions: Terrified Location: On the way to the Deaconess's office The priest's scorn is stinging, but his presence is welcome; it gives me a chance to make a quick, silent exit and, perhaps, look pious thereby, as well as perhaps clear my head. I'm halfway to the office when I realize it's not going to be that easy, though. I can tell myself all I want about how things are in the Deep Kingdom, and how they should be even here, but perhaps it is time to admit: on the surface, I have a prey's body. There is no great strength in these limbs, no sharpness in these teeth and sorry excuses for claws. I cannot meaningfully resist someone of higher strength, proper surface-hunters -- And the vision of the claws tearing at Stacey's watch returns, unbidden -- -- but I can't rest. Perhaps the Deaconess will see my side of the case, if my explanation is sufficient to make it clear what's been done. What's been done to me. But even I'm not naive enough to think things will stop there. It's tricky, though, since Aparajita is obviously close to Emma, and... I can't afford Emma deciding I need to be punished. There must be some other way to ensure myself a moment of safety. Beg my case to Emma? Grovel? As I walk, I stare at the floor below my feet, trying to cast my mind even deeper into what I believe I might know about the currents of this world... Gaze into the Abyss about how to keep Aparajita off my back: 2d6+1 9 I'll take lucid and draining, because why not stack conditions? ahahahaha don't answer that
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 Stats: Hot -1 Harm 0/4 Experience 2=1/5 Conditions: Sexually confused It's technically the MC's choice as to when Hannah wakes up, but I'm wary of her missing too much of the scene. If she could have the Nap Fan rewards, namely Someone unexpected is nearby.and Someone has been trying to contact you that would be great. The sound of a scuffle and the priest's authoritative voice drag me back up to wakefulness, just in time to catch Aparajita and Dominic being escorted out. It doesn't particularly register in my drowsy state, though I still feel a little better than I did before I put my head down. I can hear whispering behind me, so I risk a quick turn of my head before I start snoozing again. Diana's leaning away from me, looking nervous, talking to Emma in an undertone. Great. I tilt my head back, and - - why am I doing this? There's nothing that says she has to be talking about me, and easy as it is to say I know she is, because I do, it's hardly a justification for butting into a conversation, burning ears be damned. Perhaps I don't want her hearing Emma's opinion of me... but let's flip that coin the other way, why don't we, and say I'm jealous of Emma? How does that sound? You're better than this, Hannah... I tilt my head back over the back of the pew, eyes closed, addressing Diana in a low voice. "You know, you could always just talk to me, you know. So much for all that confidence earlier, huh? I could tell you what she thinks of me for free, as well." I smile, wearily. "Sorry to interrupt your heart-to-heart." I try my best to let sleep wash back over me, but I know a lost cause when I see it. Shut Down (Terrified) Diana: 2d6+3 14  She loses a string on Hannah. Experience for Cold.
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Apr 10, 2016 20:54
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Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 2, Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 2/5 | Conditions: Unholy When I get pulled off, I feel an urge to growl at the person doing it. But then I look and see it's the priest. Suddenly I realize that now everyone is staring at us. "Yes sir," I mumble. I start walking out of the church and to the office, trying to think of what I'm going to tell the Deaconess. I can't really explain it all to her, can I? I glare at Dominic. At least he should have gotten the message. If not...well, I'll just keep watching him then. Heliotrope fucked around with this message at 21:51 on Apr 10, 2016 |
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 Hot: +2 | Cold: -1 | Volatile: -1 | XP: 3/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Elite Bitch, Stoner, Distracted Location: Back row of the chapel This morning just won't quit, will it? I'd been sooo close to having an amazing dream - don't ask me how I know that, I just sort of do, probably a Fae thing - but it's gone now. Driven away by Aparajita and Dominic getting into some sort of altercation, which kinda sucks since I was looking forward to grabbing breakfast with her and now she'll probably be in the Deaconess's office all day. And maybe a little by Dianna asking for my advice, though I was definitely dozing off during her rambling explanation, so she's not the real culprit here. Also, she's got something going on about a bottle, and also Hannah? Speaking of Hannah, my problems just won't quit. I guess she cottoned to the fact that Dianna's been talking about her some, and now she's leaned back in her seat and is all "I know what's up about everything," and ughhh it's annoying. I just want to be taking a nap somewhere that isn't here; is that really so much to ask? Letting out a sigh of quiet exasperation, I speak loud enough for the three of us to hear, starting to give Dianna the advice she clearly needs about, uh, all the stuff she's dealing. Think I caught the jist of it, anyways. "Offer to replace the bottle or something, tell her you're sorry, don't kiss her," I lazily point towards the back of Hannah's head, "again since she's a narc, and again, nothing wrong with being LBGT, but being a spaz is always annoying so like, cut that out when you're trying to flirt." There, guidance dispensed, maybe they'll leave me alone and I can actually get some sleep!
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Dominic: The waters flow... Aparajita should be predictable; she's a strong person, a predator, a set of sharp instincts. But you can feel a vice around her, a restraint that chills her blood -- she wants to hurt people, but she doesn't want to want that; she thinks she's protecting others, protecting Emma. Make her feel like what she is -- a violent person -- and she might back off. Or explode in rage, then skulk away afterwards, ashamed. Dominic and Aparajita: As you walk through the hallways towards the Deaconess's office, Stacey Laplace passes you -- obviously stressed, rubbing her wrists nervously, her hair tattered and worn. She flashes you a smile, but power-walks past before either of you can say anything much, rounds a corner and disappears. Emma, Hannah, Diana: The pastor's voice booms: "Attend." He starts a lot of sermons this way, especially when people aren't paying attention; he eyes you three just a second longer than he would with the totally innocent. Behind him, a row of teachers has shuffled in, their hands clasped; Mrs. Brennan shoots Hannah an anxious look, waving, the meaning of her signals indeterminate. Last of all comes Stacey Laplace, just before the pulpit. The pastor breathes in and begins. The sermons the pastor gives aren't exactly something you can describe -- they aren't hellfire and brimstone or sound and fury. They're low and cruel and you can barely remember much of them afterwards, besides "disgrace" and "ugliness" and "poison" and "death"; all you know is that Stacey is cringing and folded in on herself, fingers curled tight. She staggers down to the first pew on an unspoken command, once it's over. "Now," says the pastor, "let us pray," and bows his head to the statue of the Pilgrim Mother.
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Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 2, Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 2+1/5 | Conditions: Unholy I give Stacy a quick wave when she passes, but I think she was going to fast to notice it. Dominic seems to be thinking about something, which gives me time to think about how I'm going to present this to the Deaconess. With a sinking feeling, I realize I'm not going to be able to. What could I tell her? I feel a bit of panic rise up. Okay, no, I can do this. I look at Dominic, look around, notice we're alone, and quickly move in on him. "Hey," I say as I grab him and move him in closer to me. "Look, I know you might not have a good reason to help me out here. But all I want is for you to not hurt Emma. Tell the Deaconess we were both fighting. If you do this for me and don't bother Emma, I'll leave you alone, okay?" I don't like doing this - it's obvious he's still scared, but I don't want to stay in that office longer then I have to. My eyes focus on his, waiting to see his response. Turn Dominic On: 2d6+3 9 Includes +1 from Terrified and +1 from Scent of Blood Self/Promise/String Marking XP for rolling Hot
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Hot -1, XP: 3/5 | Harm: 1/4 | Conditions: Terrified, Drained Location: On the way to the Deaconess's office I freeze when Aparajita grabs me -- what does she want? When she actually starts talking, and in a nearly reasonable tone, I find myself blushing out of nigh-reflexive relief. There's a power there that's positively delightful when it's not directed at hurting you, and as she describes her idea, it sounds... more or less all right. Yes, it'll mean punishment falling on me, but I did cause disruption in Chapel, however inadvertently. If this really creates peace, that might be worth it. "All right," I say. "I'll say we both did it. ... But you have to keep up your side of the bargain, too, all right?" I try to make it sound half-joking, like I'm entirely sure of her intentions, perhaps even bemused by the concept that she might break a promise to me. Better to pretend that I have some power here, after all, and perhaps it'll soften her opinion a bit if she sees I can hold my composure even at a time like this. Promising Aparajita that I'll go along with her plan, and then... Turn On Aparajita (Disaffected, +cold): 2d6+2 7 Promise/String/Self?
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Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 2, Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3/5 | Conditions: Unholy I sigh in relief as he agrees. "Okay." When he starts talking, I realize how it might look if anyone sees us this close and move him away from me. "Uh, yeah. Like I said, you don't do anything to Emma and we're fine. Promise." I wait a bit, and then say, "So, uh...now that we got that cleared up, let's go into her office. Maybe we'll at least be able to skip the morning sermon?" I let out an awkward laugh.
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Hot -1, XP: 3/5 | Harm: 1/4 | Conditions: Terrified, Drained Location: On the way to the Deaconess's office "Or we'll have to listen to it twice, to atone," I say, in the same tone of nervous humor. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind a sermon, if only to steady myself and... perhaps, yes, atone. I don't like having played a part in interrupting morning mass, let alone the fact that I'll have to lie just to avoid further trouble. But... it'll all wash away. Won't it? Steeling my frayed nerves, I make my way into the Deaconess's office first -- knocking first, of course. Can't hurt to be polite.
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 [b XP: 0/5 (1 Advance) | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Terrified, Gay Location: Chapel Rauri posted:"Offer to replace the bottle or something, tell her you're sorry, don't kiss her," I lazily point towards the back of Hannah's head, "again since she's a narc, and again, nothing wrong with being LBGT, but being a spaz is always annoying so like, cut that out when you're trying to flirt." Gato posted:"You know, you could always just talk to me, you know. So much for all that confidence earlier, huh? I could tell you what she thinks of me for free, as well." I smile, wearily. "Sorry to interrupt your heart-to-heart." Whatever response I was going to say, was silenced instantly. The way Hannah looked at me, and out of nowhere, litterally put a figurative foot to my throat, crushing my ability to bluster out an apology. She was hurt. I could see it in her eyes. I'm always screwing this up, aren't I? The walls were starting to cave in on me as Hannah looked forward again. Emma seemed to also fade out. I looked down to my lap, playing with the hem of my skirt. This morning, I was so full of life. So ready to take on the world... ...now I just want the day to loving end. And it's 'just' starting. Argh! Poltergrift posted:The pastor's voice booms: "Attend." He starts a lot of sermons this way, especially when people aren't paying attention; he eyes you three just a second longer than he would with the totally innocent. Behind him, a row of teachers has shuffled in, their hands clasped; Mrs. Brennan shoots Hannah an anxious look, waving, the meaning of her signals indeterminate. Last of all comes Stacey Laplace, just before the pulpit. The pastor breathes in and begins. I nearly jumped when I heard his voice. And when I looked up, his penetrating stare washed over me like a tsunami of interrogation. What if he knew? I wasn't exactly discreet when I kissed Hannah. Crap... And then I saw Stacey walk out. Arms folded, fingers curled into fists, she was like a zombie. Walking inside the chapel lifeless and listless. No purpose was in her steps, almost as if she just... gave up resistance and let life push her where it wills. Scared. Intimidated. ...alone. When everybody bowed their heads to pray, I didn't. My eyes were on her. I remember someone who looked just like that once. Me. When my parents saw me off on the bus that brought me up here. I was also scared. I was also intimidated. I was also alone. Then Cara found me. So much for all that confidence earlier, huh? Hannah's words cut me to the bone. It was here that I stood up, squeezed past Emma, walked down the aisle, and sat next to Stacey. "Hey..." I asked with a gentle smile, taking one of her hands. "Want to pray together? I know it's rough being alone. It's okay. You made a mistake." Die roll posted:TheJoshie> Manipulating NPC (Stacy)
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XP: 4/5 | Harm: 0/4 | Conditions: Elite Bitch, Stoner, Distracted Location: Back row of the chapel And by "let us pray," I hope the Pastor actually means "send a bunch of texts," because that's what I'm going to be doing. Stealthily as can be, obviously, since I don't want to get Stacey'd and be the art model for our dear pastor's newest piece on sin and public humiliation. What an rear end in a top hat. So with her fate in mind I'm being careful about these precious messages I'm sending out, though Diana standing up and slipping past me to go join Stacy all of a sudden nearly draws attention to me. txt to Aparajita posted:You OK? Still going to make breakfast? txt to Diana posted:Good talk? With my phone pressed against the back of the pew, I'm basically forced to lean as far forward as I can to keep it hidden, which means I'm all but breathing in the ear of the person sitting in front of me - which is Hannah, of course. Not that I'm a fan of hers or anything, but if it means getting to send these texts in peace, I'm willing to let her pick up a few mixed messages. Hell, just for fun, I whisper enchantingly in her ear "You sure that you know what I think of you?" <Rauri> Turn on Hannah <Rauri> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 10+2 = 12 String / XP get.
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Hot 1, Cold -1, Volatile 2, Dark -1 Harm 0/4 | Experience 3+1/5 | Conditions: Unholy While Dominic knocks on the door, I see I got a new message. From Emma! I quickly take a look at it. Oh, good! She still wants to have breakfast...am I going to be able to do that? Oh man, what if missing this ruins my chances with her? I better make sure I get out quickly. Text to Emma posted:yes! i promise! Marking 1 XP from Lure I quickly put the phone back before the Deaconess answers. I hope I can get out soon like I told Emma I would...
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Gato posted:It's technically the MC's choice as to when Hannah wakes up, but I'm wary of her missing too much of the scene. If she could have the Nap Fan rewards, namely Someone unexpected is nearby.and Someone has been trying to contact you that would be great. Stats: Hot -1 Harm 0/4 Experience 3/5 Conditions: Sexually confused Diana disappears, leaving my upside-down world empty, leaving me to reflect once again on an outcome I expected but hoped not to reach. All I know, as my gloomy thoughts helpfully repeat to me, is that I don't know what I want anymore... I tip my head forward again as the sermon begins, a reflex action in case I attract any attention, though I know I won't when I'm surrounded by sinners with their phones artlessly concealed behind the pews. Like Emma, for example. I can sense her leaning forward as I watch Diana boldly take the seat next to Stacey, and I'm smiling, without any warning, because I wasn't expecting that in the slightest and I miss feeling suprised more than I can say... well done, Diana. Do you even know what you're doing? Would it matter if you did? Emma's practically purring in my ear, which is out of character and therefore exactly her, and it's hard not to feel my heartbeat pick up a little, like I've been invited to something secret. But I know how this will go - this is just the setup to a tedious punchline, so I might as well get there first. I turn my head back towards her, though not anywhere near close enough to make eye contact. "I'm sure. You think I'm a narc, which I can understand. You think the only reason I told you in the first place is to feel superior. Because the superior, above-it-all, know-it-all act is the only way I can feel better about not having a life, or friends." I say it all in a monotone, trying not to let the words work their way backwards into my head. "Am I right?"
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