Since her uniform was green, it hadn't taken too much finagling to find appropriate burgundy and crimson over things to convert the thing from antiquated military pomp to Yuletide festive pop. The market seemed to be well underway and bustling when she arrived. A quick spin by the holiday hangout home-base, a smile and nod to the respective higher ups, and she'd picked up some of the sheet music supply.
She could red music fine, and her singing voice was fine, but it was a new twist trying to both drain energy on the sly as well as keeping tempo , pitch, and correct wording to the carols.
Points: - Flags: 1
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2!
Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:41 pm
The previous failure had been a fluke, surely. That boy had his head so far up his a** it would’ve required liberal use of a pair of BBQ tongs before he could’ve even seen daylight, much less appreciate Chernobylite’s hotness. No matter. There were plenty of fish in the sea. Holiday fair. Same difference.
Deciding to try a slightly different tactic, he approached a pair of elderly women, intending to charm them with “sweet young man” tactics. However the old broads were not born yesterday – born last century, more like – and were busy shopping for their many grandchildren and great grandchildren, so they waved him off with a huff. And Chernobylite was flagged again, leaving him to wonder why exactly he had decided to come to this event in the first place. He was getting no energy, no respect, and no potential hook-ups.
It was like Cinnabar was a ghost for all the notice the people here took of her. She couldn't help looking sleek and deadly, but they hardly even glanced at her as she slipped between them.
Well, that wasn't exactly true... some heads turned to watch her progress, but it wasn't out of suspicion. To these people, men and women, she tossed a flirty smile back to, amused when some blushed and turned away. The ones that didn't, she snubbed by turning her back and just walking away. At least they got a good view on the way.
Passing by a couple too engrossed in each other to notice much about them, Cinnabar bumped her shoulder against the man's and pulled energy from him, adding it to the pool that she had already collected. This ball was fast getting large... it might be a good idea to stop by their booth soon and maybe see about making a 'deposit' so she could move about a bit easier.
Energy Gathered: 35
Times Flagged: 0
Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 8:51 am
Acanthite's crinoline had posed a problem when she tried to put on her long warm winter coat, and so she had instead opted for a short wool pea-coat, which fortunately matched her plaid skirts that showed beneath it. This left her legs bare. But on the other hand, it was still warmer than she was used to being without the uniform covered, so she figured she would just try to keep her energy up at the fair. The Senshi of the Cataract really did enjoy these sorts of things anyway, and with the added assignment, she had honestly been looking forward to it.
The impulse purchase of a small, blue, frilly dollar-store umbrella completed her makeshift lolita look, and she arrived at the event with a cheerful smile on her lips.
Catching sight of a boy who had just gotten the hairy eyeball from one of the security guys, Acanthite approached him. She did not recognize him, but as she drew close, his aura confirmed that he was an ally. And maybe looked like he needed a pick me up, too.
"Hey, Merry Christmas," she offered in greeting as she approached him. The grey-eyed girl lowered her voice and added for his ears only, "I'm Acanthite." Then, in a more normal tone once more, "How are things going here so far?"
[Mistress Morbid] generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
5!
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 4:30 pm
After managing to free herself from the crowd, and the crazy purse wielding elder, Azurite wondered down another aisle. Carefully eyeing the people Azurite pounced on some dorky looking guy. Latching onto his arm, she bat her eyes at him a few times, smiling shyly which sent the man sputtering and blushing red.
Paydirt.
Energy: 9 Flagged: 1/3
Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:49 pm
The fair thus far had been a disappointment. He was debating making a third attempt or returning home to the unopened bottle of spiced rum he’d recently been gifted. However, things abruptly began to look up. A girl baring some leg in spite of the cold, which alone was enough to peek his interest. Then she revealed her name, and her aura confirmed her alignment. Suddenly he was in no had no desire to leave after all.
“ Well, they’re suddenly looking much more promising. I don’t believe we’ve met; surely I would’ve remembered such a beauty.” He dropped his voice, adding, “ I’m Chernobylite.”
The holiday season seemed one that bred contentment and blindness... seven people she had touched so far, and not a one had suspected that the sudden drop in energy, the sudden fatigue, was anything other than a long day out in the cold.
Watching a young couple cling to each other as they browsed a booth made a sneer pulled at Cinnabar's lips, but the emotions was quickly masked as she slunk towards them. She hosted into the ambiguous, corner-of-the-eye area where they weren't paying attention and she reached to touch the man's elbow, her fingers feather light. Energy flowed freely to her call and soon the number had risen to eight.
Turning without a word or a backwards glance, Cinnabar glided on to look for her next victim... or maybe a strong cup of coffee to chaise away the cold.
Energy gathered: 40
Times flagged: 0
[Mistress Morbid] generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
5!
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:25 pm
Azurite continued to leach from her prey. Which was easy enough because all she had to do was bat her eyes or make some sort of cooing noise and the poor guy was tripping over his words... And sometimes his own feet. Okay. So lesson learned. Big groups and purse wielding psycho grannies no. Empty aisles and awkward nerd boys yes.
Energy: 14 Flagged: 1/3
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:53 pm
If at first you don't succeed...
Only seconds seemed worse than the first. Instead of just being mostly ignored and getting annoyed looks from nearby shoppers, a self-important soccer mom with at least two bags full of gifts in hand came over to explain severely that Schörl's rendition of "I Saw Three Ships" so bad it was both ruining the holiday mood and making people dismally stressed and tired, so would the captain kindly sod off.
Which seemed like a good enough idea, considering that she'd garnered one too many screw up in that general area and would be needing fresh, less wary prey if she were going to have a chance at getting the whole singing/draining thing right at least once.
Points: - Flags: 2
[Mistress Morbid] generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
5!
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:14 pm
God damn it, if she had realized this is how things went, Azurite would have done this ages ago. She knew where plenty of nerdy boys hung out. This was easy as hell. All she had to so was smile or ask some question on whatever the hell it was this guy was talking about and she had his full attention.
Sailor Cyllene wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to run around the holiday fair in secrecy while she had giant gaping holes in her forehead and chest and ridiculously over-the-top long hair. Step one: braid the ridiculously over-the-top long hair and twist it up into a bun at the nape of her neck. Step two: throw on a peacoat, button it up and wrap a thick scarf around neck. Step three: Santa hat with mistletoe on the fuzzy tip of it.
Cyllene would start slow and easy- she started at Ilmenite's booth to grab some chocolates and made her way through the fair to hand out free samples. As she passed a chocolate to a random passerby, her fingertips brushed their hand and she drained a small amount of energy successfully.
Energy Points: 1
[Mistress Morbid] generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 4:22 pm
Whoever it was that said all good things must come to an end was unfortunately right. Azurite's lovely little pet was beginning to show show the inevitable signs of wear and tear from the energy draining. Seemed like it was time to go. And not a second too late, for out of the corner of her eye, Azurite saw a familiar flash of blonde and neon blue.
Kissing the poor guy on the cheek she dashed of leaving him wildly confused.
Dashing up to the girl, Azurite covered the blondes eyes with her hands. "What's cookin, good looking?"
If Cyllene hadn't felt the Chaotic power signature slip up behind her, the hands over her eyes may have made her panic. She blinked under the girl's hands, her eyelashes fluttering against her palms. It took her a moment to register the familiar voice before she grabbed the hands over her face, and spun to meet Azurite's gaze. Her lips split into a grin and she pulled the familiar Senshi into a hug. "Hey you! How are you? It's so freaking cold out here. How cool is this place!? I don't think I've been here before. I mean, I guess if I had I wouldn't remember it."
She scratched at the back of her head awkwardly- sometimes she forgot that she had no memories of her civilian life beyond the last six months. "Can you keep a secret?" She leaned in close to Azurite and whispered, "I'm not very good at this." Leaning back, she laughed and shook her head. "We don't do this sort of thing on the other side. I'm not particularly good at being sneaky!"
Spinning on her heel, she dangled her mistletoe-tipped hat in front of the closest person to her, and planted a big ol' kiss on the poor unsuspecting girl.
Energy Points: 4 Flagged: 0/3
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Whimsical Blue generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
1!
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 5:35 pm
Feeling like nothing could touch her, like she was invisible, Cinnabar wove her way between the shoppers and chose one at random. Yes... that one there. Another guy this time. They seemed to respond well to a bit of a flirty smile, or they had thus far.
Sidling up to one of the singular men, Cinnabar gave him a smile and murmured something. He smiled back, but she didn't get far before a shrill voice broke up the conversation and a slender body pushed her way between them.
Well, s**t... wrong target. This one had a girlfriend, which was exactly the opposite of what she wanted to deal with right now. Spinning, Cinnabar delivered a catty comment and strode off in the opposite direction, fuming.
The chill was starting to kick in -- Ilmenite, stuck in the booth, starting to wish that he'd grabbed another coat or, better still, invested just a little bit of money in a heat lamp to bring up the temperature just a bit. He'd been here too long, sitting too still, and even wrapping his hands around a cup of hot cocoa [or leaning in shoulder to shoulder with Zink] couldn't quite unthaw him fully.
But things were getting down to the wire, now. Not here much longer. This late, the crowd was just a bit thinner, making it easy to weave through the crowd and get to each booth...
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Just a reminder that this ends tonight, at 11:59 PM EST. If you haven't had a chance to get your 400 words in, please take advantage and do so!
There will be an 'award ceremony' back at the Negaverse Housing, out of uniform, after things wrap here....
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