Mischa
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Running the Yacht Club provides for my daily sundries. I need not spend barter for lifestyle upkeep. How are my lapels?
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August, I always want you to be Hot... but this time, let me see you be Weird.
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Gates, how would you see me? My highlight is with you. Dearest Bon, I miss your face and words. Be Hot as you go, mon petit chou. [OOC: I Go Aggro with Hot.]
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Gates, sir, it seems that you know me better.
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No, I confiscate the dice. Wretched things. I give YouDub, Costco, and this Ferndale a look.
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[OOC: Manipulate. Roll+hot. Marking XP.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 6. Total: 13)
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An uncharacteristic scowl clouds my features. I can't abide the nonsense that goes with dice gamers. I should have known better, but the fresh red cubes were very lovely, in their own way. But they are still red. I head into the brawl to break thin…
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[OOC: On a miss, ask 1 anyway, but they hear about your interest in them.] How could I get to them, physically or emotionally?
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[OOC: Everyone eats, roll+hot. Marking XP.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 6)
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I'm doing sidework, the minutia that keeps the Yacht Club humming. I want to hook up the music machine as soon as possible. But, as my father often said, "If you got time to lean, you got time to clean." Gates give me something particular to think…
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The patterns in the tea infusion are particularly hypnotic when I listen to Gates. "Who's your shadow from hizzoner the former master of the Harbor? Perhaps I know a little something something to aid your counterspy actions." My eyes get like cold …
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Do I really look like a peacock, leading Gates to the hallowed brew bar? Ask someone else. I make sure to drop off drinks, brews, mugs, and paper-wrapped bits of fish and chips as needed to my hungry clients. And yes, I'm still eyeing Youdub and Cos…
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We're still in the weeds, but I'm fresh and the others aren't. Uni's still catching his breath and I need to get to the bar so Ivar can chillax and Needle can hop in for Cigarette Girl and I still have dishes to wash and people to charm and the musi…
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It's comfortable to share the narrow passage with Dog. She has a feral grace to her motion that I appreciate. I note the handjive from the other Arrow- it's different than mine, but I catch the universal sign for "rotter." She best not mean yours tr…
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I step across the doorjamb once, twice, thrice, then cock a delicate eyebrow. "No, sir, the door is fine." ...unless it isn't?
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I laugh brightly, not at anyone. "We're not closing the door to the Yacht Club! People would break it down in ten seconds to get their coffees!" I'll step through the doorway to assuage his fears. "That's not even the strangest thing I've heard thi…
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Smile number five and a smoothing gesture with my hand. I'd set the tray down on a table if we were less crowded. "Now, now, what's going on? Mackerel? Dog?" I suspect I'd command a tad more respect and attention with my hat, but I do work with what…
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My attention leaves the Admiral. There are things afoot in the club I must attend to. I move through the crowd, tray held high, marching onward to the front, prepared for the worst- though I doubt the leviathan is here, given Mackerel's dumb look. …
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"Dark." I stop short, wanting the right words. "It came from the water before the storm." I raise my empty hand slowly, hunting, seeking. "It was fast, and big." I suddenly grasp an imaginary nothing, pulling it down. "The boat exploded, then collap…
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I'm curious about Hope, but I'd never pry in the front of the house. "All hands off deck, as far as I know. I've had he and his people settle into section 34, near enough but far enough." I look over my shoulder theatrically. "The Harbor was in bad…
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That takes me aback Out of stock? Well, it's a high-class problem for a high-class joint, having too many customers. It's hard to get good help. I start running down the list in my head of who wants to work here and considering who I'd want to take …
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The dice make me superstitiously nervous, but I push it away, glancing at the still-intact windows and crossing my small fingers. It's time to work. Everyone's in the weeds. "Needle," I say out of one side of my mouth, "Run to Gates' people. Three …
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What happened back there, indeed? Its sounds shall haunt my imagination, perhaps my dreams. Was it a thing from the water? Some man-crafted assault? Why destroy an empty boat? I fit a slim cigarette into its holder and take a puff or so to relax. Wh…
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[OOC: Helping Gates, roll=Hx.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 3. Total: 7)
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Somehow, Gates' voice carries without him raising it. I certainly am listening and responding even as I mentally scramble to note his technique. "Come along, Master Ed," I mutter under my breath to the horse.
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I'm slightly miffed that Pine didn't ride this time. I'm happy to ride, however. I wonder if he doesn't care for my company? But then- The explosion is surprising, I can feel my eyebrows trying to hide under my hood and I imagine the orange heat …
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[OOC: Manipulate. Roll+hot. Marking XP.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 11)
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My hand goes to Vignette's shoulder, gently, one finger at a time starting with the pinky. It is meant to reassure her. I'm aping her spider, in a way. My voice is gentle, and in my ears I hear the echo of a musical patter. The sleeve of music mach…
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The case, heavy with sounds of the past that I dearly want to cherish, vanishes into my duffel next to the sleek music machine. I unconsciously inhale as Harbormaster passes by. Are his moves deliberately calculated or instinctive? My smile is autom…
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The casual display of wealth, of means, of great-scott-he-just-had-this-treasure-in-a-moldy-box, takes me aback. I almost lean into his hand, clammy it may be, I sense his skill with working flesh. "And the discs?" The thing sits in my hands, its st…