Man, I can think of things worse than being locked into Mozart. I mean, I can't sing to save my life, but a job where you get to listen to (or better, make) great music doesn't sound too bad. :-)
I don't. If it's sleepy time, I've had my eye on that planter -- the one with the ivy growing in it. We grow food in all the planters in The Maul that get light from the skylights, but there's that one at the corner of Dillards that just won't gro…
Is he any good? He's not as attentive as a woman might like, but I knew he was getting blown when I decided to put him to work. He's good enough. I hold him there until I've gotten what I needed and then I decide to leave the theater. Hood remin…
Rich, over in the Can We Brake It scene, I have questions outstanding from you and also an end-scene directive. I can't follow both sets of instructions. What do I do?
I've checked all my items off my list. I did what Burrito King wanted, I did what Hottopic needed, I did what Jet Black asked me to, close enough. I don't have something else to do so I look around, a little surprised by the content of the scene. …
I'm with GNC, heading up to see to Hottopic's needs. It's weird how sometimes my whip just finds it's way into my hand, right? I don't even remember taking it up.
"Huh. New show. Yeah, OK. But then, Jet can just tell Mac himself. I guess, that's the best bet."
So I'll grab GNC by the back of the neck, bite his ear affectionately and walk him to AMC to see what's up there. Unless he resists and runs off …
"How long have I been in here?" I lean in and sniff him, inhaling deeply through the two holes in my hood. "Know where Big Mac is?"
He's scared of me because he's a timid little mouse and the last time I fucked him, it was more vigorous than he w…
I stretch out, roll my shoulders, test my voice. I guess I'm going to the food court. I have to tell Big Mac that Hottopic is thinking about Muzak.
Strong and wonderful? I guess never. I feel strong whenever I'm hurting someone. But it isn't w…
I'm heading to Muzak. I need to talk to it or fuck it or break it or...something.
And now I'm looking down at Jet, trying to figure out what's being asked for.
I want you to narrate it that way. I'd like for it to be a fairly independent NPC who just happens to be in Playboy's head...or maybe around her head. With whom I also happen to have the Norman move.
Hey Rich, is it cool if any time Playboy's hood talks to her, the voice comes from her throat, all creepy and stuff? I like the idea of it just always being audible to people around me.
Stage management goes over my head and Jet Black makes me uncomfortable. Having deposited Hottopic where she wants to be, I go.
I'm going to go check on Muzak's.
But first, it occurs to me that I don't know what I'm doing. I interrupt whatever…
Inside my hood, my eyes narrow and my pulse quickens. "Can we fix it?" I'm not really answering Jet Black, I'm sort of on my own now, "break it...fix it..." And then I'm back, paying attention again.
"Maybe they're the same thing."
Neat.
I particularly value those bits where Vincent intrudes; the bits that cause AW games as members of the AW multiverse to have these touchstones in common. (Character names is the most obvious of these.) But it's cool to see an alternative ta…
Tod, you don't have to take the thing Jet Black wants. Take the thing you want. Competing interest in AMC is probably a driver of fiction you want to keep around long enough to play with. Right?
Jet Black, you notice I'm barefoot, that's a little unusual. Otherwise, I think I seem normal.
And sure there's nuance, but I have basically four states that you've seen: normal (which is weird and awkward), fucking, violent, and trying to mix (…