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I am going to literally sandpaper Schooner's face off when I see him next. I'll do worse to Millions, but I haven't decided what. I send Drumma a-wing so she won't get hit by a stray shot. Hop on my bike, start counting Arrows. Flood, yeah, who'…
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I'm right behind Dog, close as a shadow, singing out all her orders to the rest of the gang. Rolling to aid. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 6. Total: 9)
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I am cutting through chaos and guns to put my back to Dog's and the Arrows. We don't leave anyone behind. Eyes out for Millions. Nothing I hate more than children than grown adults who act like them. And now that we've dropped pleasantries, if…
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Sod it. That can't be good. I've got the generator cord taut in my hand, but I put it down. Plan required surprise, and some other red just hit the fan. I head back up the stairs, knives in both hands.
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Acting under fire (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 1. Total: 9) (using the +2 from my sitch read earlier; marking xp)
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The flood. Y'know, Millions isn't unobservant. I do have my eye on Grindhouse. But I'm gonna ask Anne about it someday, maybe someday soon. I'm not gonna let Millions bloody 'give' it to me. I dance close to Millions, the corset pushing my deco…
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Millions needs to know that he doesn't control my coming and going. No one does. I shake my head, let go of his arm and pull back a little bit. "I'm not leaving yet," I say. "But eventually I will." That's part of my charm. He'll have to lea…
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Reading Millions. (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 2, 6. Total: 8)
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Schooner's voice incites a visceral reaction in me. I want to cut him open and stand up straighter at the same time. Luckily the corset is maintaining my posture for me at the moment. I take a breath before I reply, center myself. "An arrow is m…
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Afterwards, I just stand for a moment, glistening with sweat. The sounds of the crowd are just a dull roar. I lock eyes with Dog for a moment, across the crowd, then I tear them away to focus on Millions. I nod, acknowledge the summons, hold up…
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Millions loves me.
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Artful & Gracious (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 9)
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I ask the sweet flame dancer and Shogun to help set up my fans so that I can make a proper entrance, handing out small, soothing post-show compliments if Shogun is having that stepping-off-stage surge of doubt. I step out onto the stage deliberat…
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What should I be on the lookout for?
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Reading the sitch. (Also marking xp) (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 7)
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I wrinkle my lip. Schooner gave me the lash scars on my back. I mean, 'taught me deportment.' I would have hoped he'd be long addled by Home and out of the picture. I am displeased. I never met Suquamish before, but they both have expressions I…
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I'm happy to see Anne with Chance on his arm. She'll be pleased, if he can keep his mouth shut long enough to stop throwing barbs. Millions puts me on the edge of tension and interest. When I'm honest with myself, I know I have a hard time not dri…
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"Anne," I say, reproachfully, laughing. "You clearly haven't seen Chance scale a wall or you'd know she moves like the wind. My outfit sounds fantastic, except for the shoes. You know I only wear shoes I can run in." I let Anne groom me, hoping…
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I look down at the tight stitches appreciatively. I get up, feeling the pressure of the corset against me, and pour out three more shots of Anne's booze. Reminds me that I need to taste test that blood hooch I was making, see if I fermented away t…
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"Your bits are well-formed, Chance, but a Grindhouse peepshow is more about the, shall we say, provocation, than anything else." Sniffers and hoppers, huh. Someone like that won't be hard to find. They're probably telling everyone in Pikes how to…
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I let Chance tie me up, grunting a little and standing up straighter when she gets to the last laces of the laces. I look curiously at her when she mentions the peepshow. "Have you been working on an act?" Anne's performers don't just drop trou, …
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I start peeling off my clothes, tsking at Anne's joke. "Put her in something pretty, too, or we'll never hear the end of it." I wince a little when the movement pulls at the bandage on my collarbone. I fold the corsetry around myself and then pu…
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I lean in to peck Anne's cheek with my lips, carefully extricate a little clinky keychain that gets caught in my hair as I pull away. I shrug. "I was thinking 'bout you. So I came to see you. Chance came with. You got a good show on tonight? I…
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I look at Chance all skeptical. She is a dangerous, fine creature, all whip-cord and scar tissue and cheekbones. The way she moves makes the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, same way as looking at any predator does. Same way as looking at…
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I raise an eyebrow at Chance, start the rhythm back up and finish the rhyme: "Harbormaster, Harbormaster, what's that on your shoe? There's a bullet hole you got, and soon yer gonna have two. Gonna shootcha with Dog's gun, then gonna shootcha with …
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"It is," I say, almost reluctantly, then clear my throat. I stomp my foot rhythmically, a bass drum heart beat. Then clap my hands on my forearms until they start mimicking the rhythm. Doesn't need to be perfect. I just want them to remember it,…
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I stop short, not relinquishing Chance's arm. Make a sound of disbelief. I look at their dirty little faces to see if I recognize any of them. Voice cold. "You know you don't get stories or songs unless you give me something. I'll give you a vers…
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I smirk. What isn't Chance's thing with Anne? She would scrog him in half a second if he was up for it. He ain't, but that doesn't put her off too bad. Anne loves only a few things more than himself, but one of those is playing dress-up with hum…
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I leave the loot with Uni -- he's always struck me as reliable and I think he set up the whole run with SeaTac in the first place. I have a side hustle at Grindhouse, a little ways off the main arcade. Queen Anne runs the spot right now, althoug…
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I laugh. "Deal." I run my hands through the motions, then show SeaTac the rough version you can do with one hand. As he repeats the gesture, I use my hands to reposition his larger fingers. I note the strength in them, the callouses. "There."…