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We wait too long, and now the storm closes in on us. Without thinking, I move closer to Gates as the sky grows darker. A wall of thunder pursues us, occasionally lashing out at us with a teeth-rattling boom. I stay beside Gates, but I wish we would …
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I throw my arms up in disgust. I’ve tried scary, I’ve tried sweet. I am considering making him a puppet and walking him out, but ultimately, if he fights it–and I think he will–it would kill him, which defeats the point of rescuing him. As I debate,…
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The man with the knife is back there in the sex room, cornered by the idea of me, while redwater pours in. Honestly? He can rotting drown for all I care. The sound of my boots as I stride down the hall and out onto the deck of this ramshackle boat i…
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Bloody flood, I have a cornered mouse more scared to run past me than he is of the bloody water. I turn to exit the room. "Follow me, unless you want to take a dip in the red," I say turning to leave. As I am walking out the door, I add without tur…
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Someone reacts without reason and puts herself in danger.
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 4. Total: 9) Marking XP (2).
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I am told that there are people "busy" frakking when they should be leaving. People seem concerned about this, a thing I find baffling. Why do we care about these people who do not care for their own safety? Gates seems to, maybe Valentine too. They…
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I leave the Harbormaster's bedroom with Gates. I have the music machine shoved deep into my coat pocket. Spider wraps its legs around the machine protectively, knowing I want the machine safe without needing my command. I am not stealing, I tell mys…
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Of course, there is no clearwater, because this is the middle of frakking red nowhere. In desperation, I dump a small bit of the booze left in one of the glasses onto the cloth and wipe the worst of the black from my cheeks. I succeed in making myse…
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I crawl over to where I dropped the machine in my lunge at the Harbormaster. It looks unhurt, but I am afraid to turn it back on. For a long moment, I lie there on the floor, my fingertips inches from the machine, my eyes regarding it from floor-lev…
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I have spent my life tortured by the fear I see in people's eyes when they look at me. Now, there's this man who does not fear me. It enrages me that this man, of everyone, acts amused by my threats while other shrink from my glance... Part of me wa…
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Arrogant bloody splasher! Offering me a home. Like I need him to give me a home! My eyes flash to the darkness under the chair where my coat hangs. Spider backs away, moving deeper into the shadows. Traitor vermin. I am fine on my own. I have more…
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Harbormaster’s entrance brings me back to the here and now. I push buttons on the machine until the music stops. “It is fine. I am fine,” I say without looking up. I do not think I sound very convincing. “Where is everyone?”
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I see nothing but white. For a moment, I do not know where I am. Slowly, my eyes focus, and I realize it is white fabric. I am lying down. The field of white is a pillow… Pillow! It all comes flooding back. Well, not all of it. Oh…flood… I reach und…
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When was the last time I dreamed about my mother? I do not know this…when was the last thunderstorm? There was thunder that night. In the dream there is thunder. I am four years old. Mama is rushing, scared, but not panicked. I don’t remember Mama …
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Act under fire: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 2, 1. Total: 3)
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I walk over and stand in front of him as he sits on the bed. His face is level with and just inches away from the black, sheer fabric covering my midriff. It is a view that some men, and a few women, have found not objectionable. I lift the bottle …
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Hmm… Seducing? No. I am not there yet. I am not a princess, thinking I am above such things. But this man, with his sly smile… I will try other things first. “Stay. Drink with me. Maybe you tell me what is so bad here. Tell me this thing you said w…
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“I do not think leaving right now is a good idea,” I say. “Why would you risk the rain for one night? And maybe not such a bad night…”
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The Harbormaster's quarters are very small. I do not mind this. At all. It is bigger than the dark box. Daddy used to have me train in the dark box. It was supposed to make my gift stronger. He said that in the Before Times, it was called an "isolat…
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“You would be more comfortable continuing this in your room,” I say. It is not a question. I smile slightly, more with my eyes than my lips. “Talking, not frakking.”
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Okay, holding 3. Let's spend the first two right now. How could I get the HM to tell me what's really going on? What does the HM wish I would do? Holding onto that last one.
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OOC: Casual brain receptivity (Read a Person): (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 5. Total: 11) See last Vignette post for color on this roll. Marking XP (1).
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"There are many reasons to frak. Minds or otherwise. I do not understand why jingle is a special thing in this." I shrug. "When I frak--minds or otherwise--it is on my own terms. That is all that matters." "Are you propositioning me? Or do you thin…
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I step forward into the boat, shrugging away from his arm on my shoulder. "The Admiral understands my value very well." Is that really true, though? I wonder. Does the Admiral still see me as a child? He assumed I was just going to spy on Valentine …
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The "bridge"--a kind name for it--lies across the bloody mud. As I walk across, the boards rise and fall, sinking and sliding a little on the slick mud and making a disgusting sucking sound as mud and air fight over each board. Between the movement …
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Reading the Sitch • which enemy is the biggest threat? • what should I be on the lookout for? • what’s my enemy’s true position?
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OOC: Reading the Sitch: (Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 6, 5. Total: 11) Marking XP (5->0, advance)
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Tap, tap, tap... Spider clutches the back of my neck while two of its legs slide up under my hair to underscore its thoughts with strenuous and impertinent taps on my scalp. I do not like it either, but I am not a fly, I think back to Spider. And w…
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I do not go to the harbor often. I do not like the red boats or the way people feel, surrounded by red. I am here because the Admiral wants it, and because if I am spying on Harbormaster, I am not spying on Valentine. Spying on Valentine feels worse…