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 Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 2:08 pm
January Bloom (Half-Youma Captain Janggunite)
Location: Aquarium Hallway
Dice Roll: 2, 7, 9, 7, 5
"What? No. It'sfineit'sfine. It's fine. Stay," January insisted as Jacob leaned in close, murmuring soft apologies for what did feel like an ambush... But January knew it wasn't ill-intentioned. They had so little family around anymore; of course his baby brother would be excited for him to meet his boyfriend because Samir probably had had very little chance to meet aaaanyone actually related to June?
And how could Jacob possibly know the uncomfortable degree of aversion January felt toward... most everything. It wasn't his fault. So much had changed. "I'll go if I need to," he added, hoping it sounded assured enough.
It wasn't like they had a ton of time, anyway. Marissa could probably get away with staying a bit longer than he could, but their window was much narrower than most. January could be fine for a bit longer. Long enough to say they'd met and wouldn't have to deal with introductions again. And it was obvious, if he gave a side-glance down to catch her little pout, that she didn't want to leave yet. 'A spar?' He didn't vocalize the words, just mouthed them with a pinch in his brow, a roll of his eyes, and an almost-disgusted quirk to his lip.
"A swim?" January offered instead. Something Marissa enjoyed. Something he enjoyed. An activity befitting leisure more than a spar. It could be private enough, if they chose an appropriate location. And it was still warm out.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 2:17 pm
Jacob Bloom (aka Captain Alpersite)
Location: Aquarium Hallway
Dice Roll: 8, 6, 8, 6, 5Jacob gave a small, confused laugh and shrugged. “I was thinking more dinner, maybe throwing some burgers on a grill and hanging out with the dogs? But uh…if you want to spar sometime, sure. I don’t mind?”
He scratched his head slightly and then shrugged. “You too though, January. I want to hang out with you a bit more…you don’t have to go…” Pausing, Jacob shrugged, giving an apologetic look. “Unless you have to go, in which case we can figure something out and see one another soon! Swimming could be fun, it’s going to get too cold to go to the reservoir soon…maybe we can find a place with a good indoor pool?”
He would have suggested going somewhere that had an indoor waterpark, now that would be fun but…
He knew his brother didn’t have the time for that. “Anyway, I guess we should all get back to handing out our things, yeah?”
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genovianprince rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 2:23 pm
Character Name: Captain Arsenolite/EmmettLocation: Lounge Dice Roll: 3, 9, 7, 9, 5 Emmett nodded along, not really understanding what she meant—he wasn't a foodie, or a... drinkie? He scrunched his nose up at his own thoughts, brow furrowed. Well, whatever, the words themselves didn't matter. The point was, he wasn't sure how to actually translate all those descriptions into a taste he could expect. Sour, sweet, savory, salty, or bitter, that was all he got. "Complex sweet and peppery" was... beyond him. Oh well, he supposed he'd find out soon enough... And, yup, there was the bartender, setting his drink down. He murmured his thanks, gestured the cup at Sable, and said, "Bottom's up." Oh. Oh, man. He swallowed, breathing carefully and enjoying the burn. He'd definitely never had anything like it. "Wow. Okay, yeah, you know your stuff," he said, voice just a little bit rough. He grinned at her. "That's awesome."
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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 2:44 pm
Nataniel Khellasati (General Rakovanite)
Location: Aquarium Hallway
Dice Roll: 1, 9, 8
Whether he could relax, drink, enjoy the evening had literally no bearing on whether he should. Nataniel liked an exciting night out every so often, and he could be perfectly content to let loose, provided the company was adequate. Or even if it wasn’t. It could be a mass of strangers, and he would consider it no different than an uninteresting faceless blob. Strangers meant nothing to him.
But he didn’t want to display too much, here.
Some of those in the club were worse than strangers: they were colleagues, people he had to endure in perpetuity. The more nondescript he was, the better.
The situation made him tense, stiff, inflexible; he wasn’t the social and laid-back sort. Ellian was probably thriving, wherever he’d gone off to. …But, unfortunately, Nataniel could admit that he understood how this might not be a very fun night out for Basyl- not that it should’ve been a ‘night out’ for Basyl at all, but since he was here and almost certainly wouldn’t be having a good time during the latter half of the evening, he should do something to make it worth being out of the house for. …He did not know how to do that.
The quick, exasperated look Nataniel sent Tanwyn was as close to something helpless as he was capable of.
Fortunately (or not), initiative was removed from him. Ivory was off before anyone could say otherwise, so that was… treacherous. Concerning. Worrisome. Doubt. There were a lot of people here, a lot of potential obstacles for Ivory to be offended at. And less important- Nataniel had no idea what Ivory would bring any of them. Water seemed like best option, but also the most unlikely.
(He secretly hoped for tequila; tequila would make the next couple hours race by, but that was probably the worst option.)
Nataniel stared after him, posture entirely rigid as Ivory disappeared into the next room. “It is… probably… fine,” he grumbled softly, barely audible over the great myriad of music and conversation around them. Ivory wouldn’t want to be separated from them for long. Probably. “Hopefully, he will return with water. Or punch.”
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 10
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 4:32 pm
Mier Law (Lt. Diasporite)Location: Dance Floor Action: Dice Roll: 9, 4, 2 Mier stopped short, leash pulled, smile wide and bright. He nodded in approval as they slid into the middle of the throng of swayers with just enough room to themselves to breathe; to catch an eye, a passing hand outreached harmlessly, the sight of all the glowsticks as they slid through color changes around them. Mier let out a half-giggle for it, a small mouthed titter as he swayed with the new rev of beat -- the way the Dj threw the gorgeous housemix into a drop Hands out and slender hips matching the rythm, he cast excited eyes up to the somehow much taller than him woman. But then again? Everyone was taller than him, and so it was fine--- "Haspira!" The brief flare of jealousy had been replaced with admiration. "Are you having fun?" His voice raised to hear as a glowstick was flung at their feet, and he was quick to dip and snatch it up lest it get lost in the fray; to add it to the chain of others. " Oh! Haah-thankyuuuuu!" A dash out of breath in the warm growing room. "Mnh--I mean, do you usually come places like this?" asked with casual friendliness. +++
Aramis Lévesqu (Corrupt Basic Mirabilite)
Location: Lounge
Action: Who Minds Being 'Alone' Together
Dice Roll: 6, 10
Aramis had just received a lovely -- and she hadn't actually asked the taller than frankenstein's monster of a wait-staff the actual name of the drink? It was something nautical themed, she was certain of it. It had alcohol, coloring, edible glitter swirling bright enough to lighten up her downer of a mood.
Just a little bit.
There was just something about cocktail drinks with edible bits of what shouldn't have been in them, especially of the oceanic colored variety. If she swirled it just right? The tiny edible almond flowers and sweet-spell drink glitter came together just right to make her mix look like an ocean drowning a ship---
In fabulous style!
She admired it as she strode through the place, into the lounge and spotted--- what looked like a ******** bonfire in progress. Just, the most gossipworthy juiciness happening right before her eyes!
*I wish Syrus was here to ******** see this...*
She swallowed that sadness away, watched a pouting blond storm off, a silver-fox give a kiss, and watched Waru crash and burn harder than the hindenburg-- or so it seemed?
*Oh goodness, what's he gotten himself into this time?* She wasn't about to interfere, to insert herself as things crescendo to a climax and ended like a crashing wave of the indigo-haired man having a heated looking whisper-ment out while staying seated at the bar.
Aramis wanted to -- oh -- just to be the eaves those whispers dropped from. If only it'd been easier to find a space at the very busy -- wait a minute? There!!
And she did find one, an empty seat next to a man who looked as companyless as she knew she was for the evening.
He looked familiar in a local traveler kind of way. That corner guy who everybody knew, loved, offered the occasional lunch to. Like Two Carts Tony; who, by far, had the best 'magic floating KFC cup' routine she'd ever seen performed in her entire life. While smack dab in the middle of oncoming traffic no less!
She couldn't place the name in her mind, but the familiarity stuck enough that she helped herself into the space near him.
"I hope this isn't taken?" She swirled her drink in greeting, all while looking down the length of the bar and --- oh, the pout that struck her features as Waru said something back to the bluenette and just up and walked away!!
*Well damn then, there goes my infotainment for the evening! What a shame...*
"Scratch that, I hope it stays untaken--" a gentle huff of air as she let her gaze trail Waru just long enough to catch another blond run after him, and then? The man next to her got all of her attention. That he smelled nice, was absolutely a thought on her mind. And he looked -- rugged was certainly a word -- the eye-liner was on point though, and she appreciated that in a man! Freshly washed, painted up, there to have an unstressful time. She thought maybe that was what she needed tonight, some time off from her own self-imposed burdens. "Ah--I'm Aramis, by the way? Any idea what all of that just was?!" sly coyness that barely hid a burble of excitement. "I'm dying for a distraction from my own life, darling. Please tell me you were able to catch at least some of whatever went on..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 5:16 pm
Simon Farkas (Civilian, Overworked Nurse)Location: Lounge (Bar).  Left on his own, Simon had started silently counting down the minutes until he probably could’ve snuck out and gone back home without causing too many problems for himself with Tabitha. Not that there was anything particularly interesting waiting for him back at home (there wasn’t), but it would’ve meant not getting stuck here, at the bar, on his own among a sea of other people he didn’t know.
The spot where he’d positioned himself had proven interesting, at least. Plenty of interpersonal drama going on between some of the other patrons, which had the same half-appeal as trashy reality shows about obscenely wealthy people doing naughty things. Sipping his whiskey with an almost pointed politeness, yet one that begged people to please find him exceptionally boring, Simon watched people around the bar get all kinds of heated and storm off from each other, or stick themselves into each other’s business and create problems. He could probably clear out soon, he just needed to weave through the crowd and get to a door.……
But his scheme (the one he’d come up with not even three full seconds of thought) seemed to have failed.
Before Simon could clear out, someone swooped in next to him. Starting to open his mouth with a response, Simon intended to say that he was just leaving, actually—but then, it had to be a man who’d come and joined him. And what was Simon, a simple useless homosexual, meant to do in the face of someone tall, dark, and gorgeous with the club lights glittering off the golden tips of his black hair? Especially when the beautiful man in question was sitting with Simon, and smiling at Simon, and talking to Simon as though he actually wanted to do any of those things?
“Abandoned by my sister, actually,” Simon said, trying not to smile (……too much. ………yet). “Y’know, I thought ên kol chadásh táchat haShámesh, but the fish-things in this place’s aquariums might come close. My sister-in-law actually thought some of them were real for a hot minute.”
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Noir Songbird rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 5:28 pm
Jaidev Vaswani (Captain Nagyagite)Location: Lounge (Bar) Dice Roll: 7, 8 Jaidev laughed, and he was surprised at how easily all of this came back. It had been years since he'd really casually flirted, but it felt like....well, it felt like riding a bike, he supposed. Or something else that you never forgot. Muscle memory, shifting into a more casual position, though his eyes flicked over the bar area for gray glowsticks to gather once he had a chance. Making sure his attention focused right back on the handsome man in front of him.
"Well, that guarantees this is less awkward," he said, easily. "Unless your sister is the protective type." Which seemed unlikely, since she'd left him alone at the bar.
"They've really gone all out on the theme, haven't they?" He agreed, amused. "I'm Jaidev. What was that you said? I don't recognize the language. Nothing we spoke in Hyderabad, certainly."
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 5:38 pm
Aiden Hunter (Belmont, Squire of Jupiter)
Location: Lounge
Aiden seemed a little taken aback but the story and looked at Charlie and had to raise a hand to stifle his laughter. He didn’t want to say that it really did sound like her. He wasn’t going to lose his cool in front of her sister! Probably. He gave Charlie a questioning look, like he was hoping she might clear things up or have a different account of the glow sticks, but he didn’t hold his breath.
He had to forcibly clear his throat to get himself back under control, but he turned his smile to Celeste instead.
He hadn’t protested when Charlie went bounding across the room, his hand in hers. It hadn’t been hard to keep up with her and, to be fair, it was the best way to keep together when the crowd could have separated them.
The lounge wasn’t as densely packed as other areas but he was used to Charlie’s enthusiasm and could have imagined she’d have taken his hand regardless of who–or what–was between them and their destination.
“Hey, nice to meet you.” He didn’t need to make an introduction when Charlie had done a great job for the both of them. They looked similar but he was picking up a drastically different vibe from Celeste that he did Charlie. He’d heard siblings could be total opposites, but it seemed like they got along well so that was probably all that mattered.
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 5:45 pm
Waru (Corrupt Eternal Albite, Husband of Retribution)Location: Hallway of Fishes Action: Childish sulking-- ohlookafish!!Dice Roll: 8, 3, 7, 1, 6 He'd picked them up like litter, the way people disposed of them once they thought they'd grayed out and died. It was a kinda ingenious thing, when he thought about it. Like, the way nobody wanted a glowstick that didn't glow? N'maybe the people all thought it was a cheap gimmick, it bein an entry handout for free kinda thing... Like string beads at festivals, or wrist lights that only had enough battery life for the first set, or....He was briefly awstruck, distracted from his awful mood by the presence of what felt to him like Rift-life. All the creatures, real and not, fantastic and natural. Mechanically dancing, being graceful as ******** as they slid through the waters of all the noise around them. He could only have guessed at how thick the glass was to have kept them all in there, nice, n snug, n undisturbed. The amount of effort it must've taken t'get the cute, google eyed creatures with not a single thought in their heads all down into the walls of Nega-made habitats. Heh---and the way they came closer to the glowsticks when he held them up! He wished he could've shown Aelius, or Ren, or have not ******** the night up. Just...*I didn't need to be mean about it! Why couldn't I have just ********>! Holy--hey there! Wow---would you lookitchu!" Waru would've sworn he didn't flinch at the sound of his name, or that he'd seen Baz approach in the tanks reflection. All of that would've been a lie though. Briefly scrubbing at his features, as if that could've hidden the frustrated bit of wetness that clung, or the way his frown seemed to want to stick in spite of his tone. "Y'look great and.." Waru sighed heavily, stared at Baz, the boy stampless and stunning and asking Waru a question that he almost wasn't sure he wanted to answer. All while rubbing the glowsticks together like they'd catch fire n set him free.
He ********' quit that fidgeting real quick -- the glow sticks were important after all! So was the mission...
Or so he'd been reminded.
"And you saw some of that, huh? Well....s**t..." he winced as he reigned in the urge to lie in order to cover his own a**. No point in that now, not in front of the fish n his beloved secretary. Not when he could own his ******** to an impartial party. "I--uhm--I think I might've ******** up kinda royally? So--so no...not...not really..." he sighed as he dared to lean back against the tank and lob Baz a sad kind of smile. "But, I don't really have th'right t'be, yanno. I was -- I was so ********' mean, Baz. N'there's the whole -- 'you dance with who brought you' rule, right? ******** courtesy, r'manners n s**t. But what do you do when..." and if he thought about it hard enough? Waru realized how terrible the words he wanted to say would've sounded to anyone with half a functioning brain, with even an ounce of empathy. That he was afraid of what the average person's answer to his own mess of a dilemma would be.
He couldn't help but look at Baz like he wanted to give the guy an out but for ounce lacked the words to do so, like he didn't need his bestest boy in a killer skirt to use waste the rest of the night standing there n listening to him gnash his teeth over his own glaring issues.
"When you want everyone t'be fine with the one thing cause you're okay with it, ******** if they arent, right? Except..." and he was putting the glowsticks away, into a deeper leg pocket that velcroed closed, freeing up his hands to fidget with them properly instead of risking Laurels n Lep's hard won work. Waru let his mouth run, let all those feelings that'd built up steam spill messily all over the place against the backdrop of a fishy tango.
"Except that's just--s'wrong--probably wrong as having t'choose between your husband and your -- uhm -- Friend? I think we're friends, we've gotta be?! I mean what else do you call the guy you've spent almost a year living in the same home with. Not, like, full time? But, whatever, I didn't want to have to make a ******** choice! I didn't want to have to be nice tonight! So----wow when I say this s**t out loud it really does sound even more ******** up..." if a look ever could've spelled out a very plea-sum 'please just end me now' Waru was wearing that look. Was readying himself to apologize to Baz before anyone else in the entire place.
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lizbot rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:05 pm
7-11 Toddlocation: lounge Todd had noticed the Queen of Dazzle circling the drama with an avid expression, so it wasn't surprising that she moved in for a more comfortable seat to watch from. Wouldn't want to stumble and spill that amazing drink, right? It also wasn't a surprise that she didn't recognize him, not disappointing either. He'd always valued his aura of Just Some Guy that enabled him to skulk out of various situations before they got too dangerous or simply bothersome. Slouching comfortably in his seat, he gave Aramis as welcoming grin, "Yeah, I'll give you the playback." He held up a finger and began, "Dreads Guy was on a date with Deep Purple, and they clearly hadn't really gone on a date before, but still knew each other pretty well? That kind of questioning but hopeful awkwardness, you know?" He held up two fingers now, crossed, and then a third popped up and waggled ominously, "Grey Guy walked up to Dread's Guy and they like, clearly have dated before. Maybe still are dating? Grey Guy tries to get Dread's focus and calls Deep Purple a child, and Deep Purple tells him to go pay a broke freshmen instead. Dreads tries to make peace and have a threesome on the dancefloor, which was rejected by the other two. Grey gave way, but stayed catty about it. Purple was mad and probably insecure about being the date but I guess not being the primary boyfriend? And after he went off, Dreads walked away looking ready to throw himself into the fishtank." Despite his slightly sleepy appearance, Todd was probably one of the better people to ask for this sort of retelling. He didn't over embellish, but was good at taking in tone and body language. Like the way Aramis was bored right now, and looking for a fun, low stakes distraction. Putting down the dimming glowstick he'd been toying with, he held up his hand to her, "So yeah, hi! I'm-" America Jhones // Lt. Brassite location: lounge roll: 10 words: 177 "Whoa! Seven-Eleven guy?" America chirped as she popped up behind the man, sliding his old glowstick away with a fresh new one. "It's like, so weird seeing you outside like this? I almost thought you were fused with that counter, like some kinda sad, ******** up centaur." 7-11 Guy turned and saw her club get-up of small skirt, smaller camisole, and make up that made her look way too legal. Which got a big frown outta him. Then he saw the spangly, handmade button she was wearing that read: Which was met with some sorta confused relief. Honestly, these were way more expressions than she'd thought his zombified retail face was capable of. Feeling pretty accomplished, she dropped the old glowstick in her bucket with a happy clatter. There was a Super Hottie next to him, so she gave him a thumb's up and a wink, "Good luck with the babe!" As she strut away, America heard him clear his throat and deliver the driest ********' possible, "Hi, I'm Todd."
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Guine rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:07 pm
Yuuri Matsunaga (Eternal Kamacite)Location: Private room Dice Roll: 1, 9, 7, 6, 7 Yuuri nodded quietly in understanding. The idea of collecting enough and then skipping out, and having grown out of things was definitely understandable.
The smile confused him, but only for a moment.
“Oh,” Yuuri blinked, feeling his face flush. He shook his head and held up his hands as though to prove he was unarmed or something of that nature. “I’m not-- I mean I guess. But no one sees me like that,” he promised, his voice quiet and shy.
Well… except for when he’d led a group into the Rift. Or issued orders on others’ behalf. Or lead the charge into battle with his blinding magic. But that was different! People would still look at him and wonder who he was. Maybe they wouldn’t wonder at all. They would just see another alien senshi that had infiltrated the ranks of the Negaverse.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone,” he promised, shuffling awkwardly in place for something to do, curling his hands over his chest as though it would help him hide easier.
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staripop rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:18 pm
Emilia Asher (General Jadarite)
Location: Dance Floor Roll: 10, 1, 10, 9 Right. Whatever was going on here was just going to distract her from her work. Waru and the others could come talk to her when they were ready to act like adults. When Emilia was done with the drink photos, she just heaved a large sigh and stepped away from the bar, glass in hand. Unlike some, she had self control, so she sipped at the alcohol within at a reasonable pace. There was more to see and document here. She hadn't even made her way over to the dance floor yet, and as this was specifically a nightclub, that would have to be one of the main features of her video. Half-finished drink in hand, she made her way over in that direction and flipped her camera onto the vlog settings. "This is electric," she said, making sure to pan the camera around so that there were plenty of people dancing. "Cheers," she said, raising a glass towards the camera. Then, she paused the recording and tucked a few spent glowsticks into her bag before she made her way onto the dance floor.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:20 pm
Simon Farkas (Civilian, Overworked Nurse)Location: Lounge (Bar). “Oh, she is,” Simon deadpanned without thinking about it. “One of my exes could’ve made Tabitha eat genuine assault charges. But I think you should be fine. Unless you’re the kind of guy who’d lie to your extremely Christian friends about dating a man, lie to your insane, gay fascist friends about dating a Jew, and lie to your Jewish boyfriend about what you and your assorted, disreputable friends like to do when you hang out.”
Coping with humor was still allowed in this day and age, right? It wasn’t at all weird for Simon to throw in a nervous smile and a little laugh, and add, “I don’t think you are, by the way.…… At least, I really hope you’re not.”
True, anybody could be Christian. And anybody could be an insane fascist. But Jaidev seemed interesting enough that Simon hoped he’d end up being neither of those things.
“Anyway, I’m Simon,” he said, another nervous chuckle sneaking in as he hope, hope, hoped that things wouldn’t be too awkward with that I really don’t think you’re at risk of making Tabitha get violently protective, those were VERY extenuating circumstances story out in the aether between them. “And—yeah, I suppose you might not have heard the language in Hyderabad. It’s Hebrew. The original text of a line in Ecclesiastes: ‘there is nothing new under the sun.’”
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Daekie rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 6, 9
Total: 25 (3-30)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:23 pm
Poppy (Corrupt Eternal Chrysocolla)
Location: Lounge (bartending)
Dice Roll: 10
This was not Poppy's scene any more than the dinner party had been: actually, maybe it was a little more, but that was because she didn't know the civilian identities of half the people she didn't like. They were here, probably, but she didn't have to acknowledge them -- especially not with how busy the club was -- and that suited her just fine.
Besides. She had some skills she never really had a chance to put to use working the front desk at Romano's or in Negaverse uniform. In those years outside of Destiny City, she'd been a bartender at one point; it turned out that with a little practice she was still pretty good at it, even if people wanted to talk her. She was great at niceties and smalltalk when she had to be.
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Soleil (Captain Kosmochlor)
Location: Aquarium Hallway (bouncing all over the place, though)
Dice Roll: 6
Soleil wouldn't have missed this for the world. Yes, yes, okay, it was super cool how the glowsticks' energy-draining tech worked, and if she hadn't gotten a very pointed side-eye from probably-a-general (she didn't know and she didn't want to check!!) when she'd started pocketing one she would've taken one and stripped it apart on her own time -- and it was nice when the Negaverse actually did public relations, it meant she had a place to hang out while advancing the goals of their dark ruler, or however it went -- but she did actually like a good party and good music, and she was obsessed - o-b-s-e-s-s-e-d - with the fake aquatic creatures.
Which meant she was darting all over the place the whole night, hallway to private room to lounge to dance floor and zig-zagging back again from point to point, taking a moment to fix her makeup up in the bathroom -- sometimes a good night could be a good night! This was true!! But the spirit of scientific inquiry rested for nobody!
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Ashton (Corrupt Super Aschera)
Location: Dance Floor
Dice Roll: 9
Chrysocolla had made it clear enough that if Aschera wanted to get away with being perfunctory about the Negaverse, then he was going to show up at events like a dog called to heel: she would put up with him not being a whole entire zealot about the thing, which seemed to be a little confusing to her (a lot of things seemed to be a little confusing to her, bless her heart), but he had to show the ******** up when he was called. And if he showed up enough, then maybe they'd talk about revising terms.
Which was to say: Ash would've taken tonight off, because she was ******** tired and she'd been cramming all day, but when her commanding officer and the Queen said jump, she was going to jump. But she sure as hell was absolutely not going to work. She was going to put on a full face of makeup, show up looking incredible and not like she was fighting the urge to take a nap on a couch, and have fun, and then sleep through the rest of tomorrow and count it as a lost cause.
Where was Chrysocolla, anyway? That girl had been empathetic enough about them knowing each other's faces as civilians; even if Ashton couldn't remember her name, there were only so many five-foot-two dark-skinned fat girls with seafoam hair in the club, and the bartender one with the customer service smile was probably her.
Not that Ash had any intent of actually going over there. There were other bartenders. There was a dance floor. She had options for these hours.
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Guine rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:27 pm
Ren Wilhelm (Eternal Taenite)Location: Lounge Dice Roll: 3, 3, 9, 6, 7 Ren lingered. Far enough away so he couldn’t cause more problems, but close enough that he could be found if looked for.
He’d picked up another drink from the bar, and this time he chewed on the rind of the lemon that adorned it, casually watching and waiting for glow sticks to dim so he could collect them.
Of all the things in his life that he could easily buy, it was ironic that what he wanted most was so evasive. He was starting to believe the whole ’If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours. If it doesn’t, it never was’ was hitting too close to home for him.
Not one, but two people he wanted were just always out of reach. Clearly letting them go and giving them the space they wanted to explore other options -- other lovers -- was just proof that maybe he really was just a wallet. Convenient when needed, but not necessary.
Ren snorted in bitter amusement at the thought.
Just like he thought it was bitterly amusing that he’d hoped Waru would try to find him. Oh well. He wouldn’t harass him about it. He would just have to adjust his own expectations for the future.
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