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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 1, 2025, 1:05 pm
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Alicia Hunter / Sealgaira de Dhorchadas ni Fiona
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"You can lead a Fiona to clothing, but you cannot make them wear
it."
Appearance 7 Noble Bearing | Fame 4 | Charisma 4
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Maybe it’s time for Sealgaira to stop holding back and being the
normal human actress. In this place the escheat doesn’t apply.
She’s thought about invoking the wyrd for a couple of minutes
now, as this other woman decided to but into a conversation that
Sealgaira had just started and then treat the Sidhe noble like
she wasn’t even there.
However, given the nature of this cafe, there’s no need to
invoke the wyrd, not when she can simply choose to display her
Fae mien. And so, the actress turns into the Sidhe Knight. And
though Alicia and Sealgaira are just as beautiful, the gleaming,
Sidhe-plate armor, sheathed sword with its ruby and silver
pommel, and flowing, red, silk cloak strike a much more imposing
figure.
The pointed ears and otherworldly beauty mark Sealgaira as
similar, at least in some ways, to Brigid. And although there is
some resemblance to the human body that Sealgaira wears, the
she-elf is clearly a different person.
“Your apology is accepted. You could hardly have known that in
the circles Ms. Kenneally and I are from, I significantly
outrank her in social status. Though, some awareness that you
were interrupting a conversation would have been appreciated.”
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 1, 2025, 2:58 pm
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[center]Brigid Kenneally, a.k.a. Saint
Dear sister, can you help me lie?
I’ve told the truth so many years
But no one seems to wanna hear that
I’m not someone else inside[/center]
App 6 | Innocent | Charisma 4 | Seductive | Lavender eyes and
visibly pointed ears | Mildly Identical to Morgan
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Well. Apparently ‘subtle and circumspect’ isn’t so much a
requirement here in Stupidworld as Lucien led us to believe.
And oh, look, she is a noble… quick to put on airs, get all
showy with the shiny armor, and throw her rank around. And she’s
implicating me as part of…
Choices, Brig, choices. People have to be free to make bad ones.
Taking the card, I look down at it for a moment to commit the
information to memory, then tuck it away and give Amelia a warm
smile, “Thank you, Amelia. I promise, we will definitely be in
touch. We’re still in the early phases of everything, so I can’t
promise much action just yet… but we’ll be in contact to keep
you up to date on the process, and especially let you know about
anyone who might be sent your way on our behalf.”
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Kes
Date: January 1, 2025, 8:50 pm
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[center]Amelia Dunwick
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“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver [/center]
Corax
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...and the gorgeous actress turns into a singularly splendid
elf. "I'm unsure how to address you, but My Lady seems at least
mildly appropriate. I apologize again for interrupting your
conversation." I give her a deeper bow and back away. At the
very least, a little pandering to her obvious ego won't go
amiss.
"Thank you. Do you have an email I can expect to hear from, so I
can be sure to whitelist it?" Wouldn't do to have the contact go
to the spam folder, after all. "Or is it still that early days?"
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 2, 2025, 11:14 am
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Alicia Hunter / Sealgaira de Dhorchadas ni Fiona
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"You can lead a Fiona to clothing, but you cannot make them wear
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Appearance 7 Noble Bearing | Fame 4 | Charisma 4
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"My lady will work fine," Sealgaira replies to Amelia. "Most
mortals do not intereact with me in my true form. However, now
that you have finished your business, if you wish to join us,
please do. The coffee here is very good. Coffee didn't exist
when I was last in the mundane world; I have to say it is one of
the better improvements." The fae sips her mocha. "I've tried
coffee around the world. This is indeed as good of a roast and
extraction as you will find anywhere."
Then Sealgaira turns to Brigid. "So, just what are you in the
early phases of? Something underhanded from the sound of it."
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 2, 2025, 4:03 pm
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[center]Brigid Kenneally, a.k.a. Saint
Dear sister, can you help me lie?
I’ve told the truth so many years
But no one seems to wanna hear that
I’m not someone else inside[/center]
App 6 | Innocent | Charisma 4 | Seductive | Lavender eyes and
visibly pointed ears | Mildly Identical to Morgan
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I fish out the cellphone Lucien provided, and send a text to the
number on Amelia’s business card that reads ‘Hello, and thank
you for donating to our re-election efforts. We will be in
touch.’ Them she gets another smile, and a wink.
“Email means names where some intrepid types might find them.
Save that contact as something you’ll remember, but that won’t
be easy to identify. We’ll stay in touch as things develop to
the point of being able to put a more… comprehensive system in
place.”
Then it’s time to turn my attention to the lady Chevaleress, and
her question. One hand casually reaches out to flick a
fingernail against one of her vambraces, as if I’m checking to
make sure it’s not just some bit of costuming, and I shrug just
a little. Minimalism, kids. It’s in. Don’t go big with the
performance unless you’re performing for the whole room.
“Oh, you know… adventure. Excitement. Profit. Deeds of
derring-do done well but decried as ne’er-do-wells doing ne’er
well.” Then another wink, this one with a bit of a knowing
smirk, “You know… boring stuff. But if I told you more, or more
specifics, you might end up an accessory before the fact, my
lady, and I would never risk putting you in that kind of danger
without your consent.”
“Fortunately,” my smile widens, expression turning a bit
conspiratorial, “we’re not yet at the point of planning anything
specific, so there isn’t even anything more specific to tell.
But I’ll promise you this: when there is something to consent
to, I’ll get you good and liquored up first, if you like.”
She said she was Fiona. Sure, we grew up in Scathach territory
in Portland, but I've heard stories! And like a lot of stories
of 'the old days', they seem to involve everyone getting
absolutely shit-faced before going and doing anything of note.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Kes
Date: January 2, 2025, 6:37 pm
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[center]Amelia Dunwick
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“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver [/center]
Corax
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Of course she takes the touch of the obsequious as her due. Then
again, resplendence and spectacle indeed deserve a touch of
obsequious. Then, she utterly flabbers my gast and invites me to
join them. "Thank you!" My voice rises a little on a note of
surprise. I take a sip of my mocha to compose myself, then lose
a bit of it again in sheer bliss. This stuff is amazeballs.
"However, I will decline today. You are welcome to use my name
if you ever find yourself in need of Helios Overnight Services
as well."
"That makes sense." I smile at Ms. Kenneally as my phone chirps,
sounding like a combadge. I mark the text as read and put it
back. I'll save the contact later as Ms. Shadae. "If I can help
with any of that, let me know." With a final nod to both of
them, I return to the counter to order a bit of lunch. I'll
probably spend a pleasant hour or so reading, then return to
HOS. I could go straight home, but that would mess up all kinds
of logistics. Might be a good way to avoid airlines in the
future, though.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 2, 2025, 8:08 pm
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[center]Rika Valkyr
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[Center]I’ve had my happy ending, time to write a new
story.[/Center]
[center][I]Strength : Alot | Iron Resistence [/center]
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Every since Rika had set out on her journey, the dreaming had
tossed alot of curveballs into her life. Ending up in San Diego
itself hadn't even been apart of the plan but the woman had
accepted this as she had with every other surprise that had come
her way. Her motorcycle was in the shop now, awaiting parts that
she herself could not replicate and so she had found her way to
Mirror Market.
She had taken up residence there for the night, taking the
smallest room available to fit with her rather modest finances
in the moment. She'd settled in, let the comfort of the place
surround her before she had decided if only briefly to check in
on things back home. She'd positioned herself on the floor and
taking out her multitool she'd pulled out a picture, one of
several she owned and took a long moment to take in the image
before pulling out an old zippo she possessed and set it aflame.
She watched the chemically treated paper burn in her hand
keeping her gaze on the tiny face in it, when the fire finally
kissed those young features she closed her eyes and released her
power.
Of course the plan as always, did not go accordingly. Instead of
finding herself in familiar settings, ones she had left months
ago. Rika found herself in the doorway of...somewhere. She
smirked to herself as she pushed herself to her feet, dropping
the photo from her hand and stamping it out with her heavy
motorcycle boots.
The space around her was pleasant, warm, and seemed to
mysteriously be appointed as a cafe or restaurant or bar? Rika
couldn't quite pin it down. With a shift of her shoulders Rika
strode forward moving slowly towards the bar, the leather
motorcycle jacket she bore on her frame creaking ever so
slightly as she moved.
Blue eyes shifted back and forth casually within her angular
features, a hand rising up to run through silvered hair as she
took in the others around her. She spied a Sidhe then in full
panoply and her frame seemed to settle slightly before easing
herself into a barstool a little down from the trio as she
ordered a coffee.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 3, 2025, 12:58 pm
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"You can lead a Fiona to clothing, but you cannot make them wear
it."
Appearance 7 Noble Bearing | Fame 4 | Charisma 4
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"I see," Sealgaira says slowly to Brigid, after listening to her
spiel, though looking askance as she flicks the armor. The Sidhe
Plate is quite real. Was she expecting something else? "Well,
Ms.Kenneally, Ms. Dunwick, so long as you're not acting against
the Dreaming and it's wondrous creations, or innocent people,
then I wish you good fortune in the wars to come." She sips her
coffee before adding, "Though, I hear healthcare companies are
rather hot this year." Then the Fiona makes an exaggerated sigh,
deliberately overplaying it. “One day America will join the rest
of the world in caring for its citizens. I hope. It’s damned
hard to dream when someone spends all their time trying to
provide for the basic necessities. I’d like to blame the
Children of Lilith, but really there’s a good chunk of humans
that are just ****.” And she should know; she works in
Hollywood folks.
However, Brigid’s offer to get Sealgaira good and smashed is met
with a wry grin. “Alright, but I have to warn you, I drank with
Fianna in Albion. And I kept up with them . . . mostly. Not
telling me I was trying to match a Metis shot for shot was rude.
Funny. But rude.” She laughs it off. “Point is if we’re going to
get good and drunk, best bring Faerie Mead at least. Also, I’m a
cuddly drunk.” Which really should go without saying, being
Fiona and all.
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Sealgaira gives an award-winning smile to Amelia. Oh, this time
she is putting on the charm. Maybe the Sidhe thinks she went a
little too far in making her point to the mortal. Not that
anyone would ever, ever get Sealgaira de Dhorchadas ni Fiona,
Knight of the Fae, to admit such a thing. Well, not anyone that
wasn’t a baroness or above. . . .
“Of course, Ms. Dunwick, I will keep your company in mind. And
should you ever find yourself spending time in Los Angeles and
can let me know aforehand, I’ll make sure to get you that
selfie.” What Amelia doesn’t know is that while normal human
actors might like not to be fawned over all the time, Alicia, on
a fundamental level, needs that adoration. Indeed, she’s much
more cheerful now that she’s not being ignored!
“Hopefully we’ll have more time to speak in the future. And
while this is my first trip to this place, given that Lucien can
actually keep up with me, I can confidently say it will not be
my last. If nothing else, their french roast is exquisite. Gotta
love dreamers. What will happen if we take this bean, put it in
the fire, then crush it up and put it in hot water? Wondrous
ideas.” Sure, the moon landing was a great achievement, but have
people considered espresso?
Just as Sealgaira is taking another sip of her drink, she clocks
the troll coming in. Oh, hellloooo. The Sidhe gives this troll
an award-winning smile (Teen Choice June - 2024). “Try the
biscotti too, the double chocolate is suitably indulgent,”
Sealgaira suggests in a friendly tone before dipping a piece of
hers in her own mocha before munching it. Given the colors on
her armor and the silver lion sigil on her ring, it’s very clear
that this knight is Fiona.
“I am Chevaleress Sealgaira de Dhorchadas ni Fiona,” the knight
offers to the troll, the formality marking the Fiona an Arcadian
Sidhe as clearly as if she was holding a neon sign.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 3, 2025, 1:27 pm
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[center]Brigid Kenneally, a.k.a. Saint
Dear sister, can you help me lie?
I’ve told the truth so many years
But no one seems to wanna hear that
I’m not someone else inside[/center]
App 6 | Innocent | Charisma 4 | Seductive | Lavender eyes and
visibly pointed ears | Mildly Identical to Morgan
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My eyes narrow slightly. Healthcare companies? Who’d be crazy
enough to go after heavily-armed armored VTOLs with… hang on,
did she just…
“Wait, you folks still have that? I thought that ended decades
ago…”
Smooooooth Birdy, real smooth. But honestly, it’s just so… so
shocking that something so outdated, so demonstrably bad for…
well, everyone, really, could have lasted this long. I guess
this really is Stupidworld. Really, if it wasn’t just so
surprising, I’m sure I could have played that so much cooler
than I did.
I’m so distracted by all of this that as I relax back in my
seat, surprise still writ large on my face, I totally miss
Amelia’s departure and Sealgaira’s boasts about her drinking
prowess. Not that it matters, I mean, I was gonna use both magic
*and* the fact that I could swap out for Morgan repeatedly to
cheat… but that’s not important right now. No, I miss it all,
right down to the exchange with the nearby troll. In fact, I
even miss that there’s a troll. It’s something I’d be really
reassured to see, but for the moment, I’m just still way too
stunned to really process.
They still have America. How fucked up is that?
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 3, 2025, 2:39 pm
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[center]Rika Valkyr
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[center]I’ve had my happy ending, time to write a new
story.[/center]
[center][I]Strength : Alot | Pure Breed : Get of Fenris 2 | Iron
Resistence [/center]
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Erika had just spent the last several hundred miles locked in on
her motorcycle, her arms were sore, and her shoulders a little
stiff despite the regular stretching and stops. She had really
hoped to get a coffee in her hands and perhaps even in her belly
before anyone had noticed her beside the bartender. But the
Sidhe had caught sight of her, and its really only in this
moment that the woman really seems to register the sensation in
the air. She sniffed a little, her head rising up having not yet
acknowledged the greeting as she felt the air around her.
"Huh...." It was almost more of a gutteral noise than a word,
but slowly her gaze shifted, her blue eyes icy and sharp as she
narrowed her gaze on the Sidhe as she recommended the Biscotti.
She held the woman's gaze for several long seconds, her face
impassive before her eyes flicked down, and then back up, taking
in the fae mein of the woman before her gaze turned outward
towards the rest of the space. It seemed no one was batting an
eyelash in this space about surreal beauty or ineffable grace.
So with a slow release of breath the woman breathed out her
soul, revealing her troll nature.
She didn't grow much taller than she was already, having stood
at around five foot eight and now stood at most, five eleven,
she didn't really grow in bulk either, but what remained was
hard, like a cold stone on an artic plain, her skin turned to
the colour of burnt ash as horns curled up on her forehead,
rugged and course, and her eyes bled out to a glacial blue
devoid of any pupils, only a few dark lines, like cracks in the
ice forming to give her eyes any depth. Her hair however,
remained the same silver. Her leathers, while not changing
significantly shifted, becoming more like a dark leather
cuirass, with pauldrons and vambraces, the cloth beneath thick
and course black linen.
"Rilith, of the Ash." Her tone curt but not aggressive, more
questing, probing. "This your place?" She inquired, finally
bringing the coffee to her lips and draining half the cup, her
eyes never breaking from the Sidhe's gaze.
"Did you bring me here?"
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