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#Post#: 669--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 3, 2025, 5:24 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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Sealgaira looks at Brigid a bit askance again. “Okay, not
knowing who I am, that’s understandable. Not everyone keeps up
with the latest in popular culture, and even my fame has limits.
However...” Here the Sidhe levels her gaze at Brigid, finding
something amiss. “Not knowing that the American healthcare
system is so bad that when a CEO gets shot, half the country is
on the side of the shooter, that is ignorance beyond living
under a rock. So, really, where are you from, Ms. Kenneally?”
It’s not quite an order, but inquiring Sidhes do want to know.
The Fiona’s attention is taken, however, by this troll who is
new, apparently. It is important to look after one’s people
While Sealgaira is curious about Brigid, the new fae’s questions
are far more pressing. “Well met, Rilith of the Ash.” The knight
shakes her head. “No, this is not my place, nor did I bring you
here. This is the Anywhere Cafe. It’s a sort of interdimensional
place where Fae and prodigals can meet, run by a dashing man
named Lucien.” Sealgaira grins. “If he’s your type, give it a
go. I heartily recommend it. I don’t think he brought you here,
though. I think it’s kind of a chance sort of phenomenon.
However, if you wish, we can go find out.”
There is a slight flicker of displeasure in Sealgaira’s grey
eyes. If Lucian is pulling Fae here against their will, the two
of them are going to have words. Words like ‘Unleashing’ and
‘Sovereign’.
#Post#: 671--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 3, 2025, 5:54 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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Dame Sealgaira wants to know where I’m from. For a moment, I
almost tell her, but really, there’s a level of ‘no, you’re
insane’ that even elves reach, some times, and I kind of suspect
if I told her the whole truth in one go, I might hit that
threshold. So let’s take it slow!
“Portland.” I pause a moment, letting my brain acknowledge
quietly that that’s true, even if Cara’sir is a very different
Portland… “It’s a magical place.” I mean, it is. It’s not Tahiti
or anything, but…
Rilith of the Ash, eh? The troll gets a wide smile, and a bit of
a nod-in-place-of-a-bow since I’m sitting. “Hi! What brings you
Anywhere, Rilith? Business, pleasure, get lost someplace,
fleeing the wrath of a massively powerful dragon and several
multinational megacorporations and their armies of assassins and
mages? Just kinda happened?”
What? Look, I’m not saying it’s common in Stupidworld, but we
might not be the only ones who pissed off the wrong Great Wyrm!
I mean, we might be the only ones to do it and live long enough
to get this far, but if there’s a Sam, there might be others who
are just too big to be contained, you know?
Though, Lucien did say that things are less open… maybe they
don’t know the Wyrms run some of the major megacorps? That’s
certainly possible, I guess. Oh well.
#Post#: 672--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 3, 2025, 6:24 pm
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[center]Rika Valkyr
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RD2NBSsNTqWt1MyflQ7VCsXPo2qhwvroWwOJZL1ytlw/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[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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Mother_Hydra Request: `[6d10 t6]` Roll: `[10, 10, 7, 6, 4, 2]`
Result: `4`
Rilith keeps her gaze fixed on Sealgaira, taking in her motions,
her mannerisms, her body language. One might get the feeling
that she is sizing her up, though theres nothing aggressive in
Rilith's posture. She has remained neutral save for her hand
wrapped around the cup of coffee, her fingers having grown
enough to nearly encompass the mug in its entirety. Coming to
some unspoken conclusion the woman settled back into the stool,
letting her form hunch as she tilted her head from side to side
and raised the coffee only to drain it in her second gulp.
With the cup empty she closes her eyes for a few long moments as
she set it the empty vessel down and finally took a moment to
consider the other woman at the bar, taking in the Lavender
eyes, the pointed ears, the equally intensive attractiveness
that both the women before her bore so casually. Her head tilted
ever so slightly. "Hmmmm. Call it fate's good humour." She
muses, a smirk creeping across her lips. "Can't speak to any
dragons though, haven't seen any of those since I was in Maine,
and corporations of all kinds can taste the bottom of my boot,
every last one of em."
She licked her lips, perhaps trying to take in the last of the
coffee that might remain there as she eyed the cup before she
shook her head as she looked sidelong at Sealgaira once more.
"Anywhere Cafe..." She rolls the name through her mouth before
nodding. "Good to know. That said unless this Lucien needs to
see me I don't need to see him. If anyone brought me here for a
reason they can speak up, or step up." She shrugged as she
reached up and pulled one of the straps on her cuirass to free
it up a bit. "Won't matter to me either way. The Dreaming these
days loves putting challenges in my way just to watch what
happens anyways."
She'd turn her gaze briefly back to Brigette her eyes narrowing
once more. "You a prodigal?" She inquires bluntly. "Eyes and
ears scream you're like her." She tilted her head towards
Sealgaira. "But you don't smell like us, and you ain't like some
others I know." She turned in her seat then, so that her back
was to the bar so she could put one arm up onto it.
"So what's the deal?"
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 8, 2025, 12:41 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
it."
Appearance 7 Noble Bearing | Fame 4 | Charisma 4
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"Portland," Sealgaira responds in an even tone. Okay, the woman
wants to keep her secrets. Since the Fiona has no reason to
believe that this kinain has ill intentions against the
dreaming, Sealgaira won't push it.
The knight then looks to the troll and smiles. "Fair enough. I'm
sure you'll meet him in time."
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 8, 2025, 10:16 am
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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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What’s the deal?
“Uhm…” I look a little confused by the question, but shrug after
a moment, “Not a hundred percent I know what you mean by
‘prodigal’... but yeah, I ran away from home as a kid, along
with my sister? We’ve never gone back, though, so…”
“Not sure how me being an elf plays into that, either? But, you
know…” I wave then, “Hi, that’s me. I’m Brigid.” Then I pause,
glance to Sealgaira, and shrug a little again. “I mean,
technically, if you want to be all formal and stuff, I’m Brid an
Cailleach, ni Scathach, ay Morghaine, mistish Sa-errr… you know
what, that bit’s not important.”
“Anyway, yeah.. Portland. Ever been? Just south of Seattle,
right there on the west coast? Lovely place. We stole a Ferrari
on the way out.”
#Post#: 699--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 8, 2025, 2:37 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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Rilith seems to pause for a second, her gaze widening a fraction
from the icy slits they had become and before she seemed to bow
her head, a grin spreading wide across her features as she
reached up and with a closed fist knocked on the side of her
head, right infront of one of those swooping horns.
"Heh...right." A bit of self analyzation seemed to take place
before the troll turned towards Brigid directly and offered a
brief upnod. "Formalities are the last thing I'm interested in,
Rilith, out in public you can call me Rika. I am...blunt,
especially after a long day, treat me like the thick skull you
see." She shrugged slowly as she retook her seat and went on.
"As for Prodigals, they're willworkers, most would call them
Magi, you have her looks." She said gesturing to Sealgaira. "But
you don't have... the spark lets call it. Eitherway, doesn't
matter, not my business." She shrugged the muscles of her
shoulders flexing against the linen garments she wore.
She'd turn to Sealgaira then and raised a brow. "So, what did I
interrupt by shambling in like the corpse I must look like?" She
asked, looking up and down the length of the cafe side.
"Anything fun? Maybe a little dangerous?" A smirk spread then.
"Brigid did talk about stealing Ferrari." She looked towards the
woman once more with a slightly wider grin.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Chance
Date: January 8, 2025, 7:19 pm
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Morgan Kenneally aka Sinner
aka Morghaine Aithne ni Scathach
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I have a dream, I've seen the light
Don't put it out, and she's alright
Yeah, she's my sister
Gunbunny sidhe | App 6 | Scathach Knight | Kinda identical to
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From the back of the room, from a hidden stairwell, comes...
Brigid.
No... Brigid's identical twin, it seems, except this one is
Sidhe.
Just what this room needs. Another sidhe.
The tall woman walks in wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt with
the Café's logo, her feet in synthleather boots. She's carrying
a brand new cell phone in one hand, and has a weird device
strapped to her wrist -- a strange new smartwatch, perhaps?
Something StupidWorld has not seen yet, doubtless.
"Hey Brig," she says casually, approaching the counter where
Brigid is gathered with the troll and the other sidhe, and she
takes off her mirror shades and tucks them into the V-neck of
her t-shirt. "I'm Morgan," she says simply, motioning to her
twin. "The other half."
Of what?
"How was breakfast? I'm starved. I just spent two hours trying
to find a way to transfer data into this stupid phone. It can't
read the data. Dumb machine." Then she looks at the other two
again, and smiles as charmingly as possible. "Sorry, don't mind
me. I hate when tech doesn't do what it's supposed to."
#Post#: 706--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 8, 2025, 10:03 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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"Just make sure when you give a name like that, you don't give
the impression you're trying to impersonate a Sidhe. You might
be around a Gwydion who will take exception to it. Not that any
Fae are likely to confuse a Kinain for a Sidhe, but Gwydions are
a special lot. And yes, I know what Portland is. However, you
are . . ." Here Sealgaira pauses and hums. "You're different in
a way."
The Fiona smiles to Rilith. "Didn't interrupt anything, just
chatting. This is my first time here as well." Of course, she's
been here five days, already. Not that she was exploring much.
"I was just remarking about the coffee and how fantastic it is.
One of the best things I've had since returning from Arcadia."
And then there's another Sidhe coming in that looks exactly like
Brigid. And Sealgaira takes a moment to look her over. "Twins,
hmm?" Behind her grey eyes, thoughts are forming. "Regardless, I
am Sealgaira de Dhorchadas ni Fiona, well met." She's sure that
this Morgan has more of a name.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 12, 2025, 7:50 pm
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[center]Brigid Kenneally, a.k.a. Saint
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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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Ohhhh... they got weird ways of talking about wizards! Gotit.
--- Quote ---
> Trying to put Rilith at ease a bit.
> Charisma + Expression: 6 Diff: 6: 9, 8, 5, 2, 2, 1 = 1 success
>
--- End Quote ---
“Well, yeah,” I shrug a bit as I regard this Rilith carefully,
“I guess you could say a chunk of my mojo went into the mojo.”
The troll gets a playful grin, and another shrug. “But the
snobbery? That’s a big chunk of why we bailed on Portland just
as soon as we could. Living out in Denver among the hoi polloi,”
I roll my eyes, clearly using the term sarcastically, “was
always a lot more fun. Better parties, too.”
But then she’s asking what got interrupted, and talking about
the Ferrari, and I just laugh a little. “Oh, that was years
ago.” I reach over to pick up my coffee again and take a sip,
“The last time we stole a getaway car… hmm” Another sip, as I
think, “It was that vector-thrust scout tank, and we wound up
ditching it when Bagheera tried to cut a sudden turn into a dry
riverbed and we all wound up walking home on the wrong side of
the border.”
“But, you know, corpsec didn’t catch us, and the client was
happy with the results, so…” I lean in a little, smiling at her,
“Ever heard of monkeywrenching?”
And then I walk into the room to come over and sit near myself.
The me-that’s-arrived is dressed a bit differently from the
me-that’s-been-here, but that’s ok. We’re not like, the creepy
girls from The Shining or anything.
“Did you really think it would? It’s like, a trillion
generations old! Anyway, it was good. I got a BLT.. you want the
other half?” Not that I actually need to ask, but playing things
close to the vest right now. There are… aspects.. of us that the
others don’t need to know about.
I slide the plate over toward Morg, and get the server’s
attention for coffees all around as I give a gesture between the
three people with me right now. “Dame Sealgaira, Rilith,
Morghaine Aithne, ay Brid, meraerthti Scathach.” I shrug, “Or
just ‘Morgan’. We’re not really big on ceremony, unless it’s
like, a big Beltane party or something. Or, you know, Imbolc,
but I try not to put on airs.”
What? Imbolc! St. Brigid’s Day! Mine! And I won’t share! Except
the booze. And the bonfires. And the games. And any other fun
stuff going on. Ok, I guess I’ll share.
“Maybe that’s the difference you sense? Just good, honest,
salt-of-the-Earth types? Common clay of the New West?” I give
her a little wink then, “We’re not, I promise.”
#Post#: 733--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 13, 2025, 6:01 pm
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[center]Rika Valkyr
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RD2NBSsNTqWt1MyflQ7VCsXPo2qhwvroWwOJZL1ytlw/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[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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width=350]
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[6d10 t6 Willpower for christ sakes.] Roll: [9, 4, 3, 3, 3, 1]
Result: 1
"You're Arcadian?" Rilith seemed like for a moment she might be
about to pursue that line of inquiry. But like so many of
Rilith's intended designs since embarking on her quest, things
just didn't go according to plan.
The wrench in the mix in this moment is the third sidhe who
waltzed into the cafe and came up to join the group. The troll
rubbed at her icy eyes for a second, and she hears Sealgaira
talk about the fact that they were twins...that doesn't help.
"Morgan..." She huffs the word as she offered the smallest
upnod. "Rilith." She shifted on her stool as she reached into
where a pocket might be on a jacket and pulled out a pack of
smokes, the container rumpled and looking long untouched. She
considered it for a few long seconds before shaking her head
slowly.
"Anyone know if this place has a patio, or a garden, or a hole
in a wall big enough for me to smoke through?" She's pulling out
a smoke now, no longer concerned so much with all that is being
said and transpiring around her. The smoke has definitely seen
better days, but she jams it between her lips as she rises to
her full height and pulls out an equally beat up zippo.
"Cause I need air." It only takes a moment for the troll to spot
what looks like a perfectly placed outdoor seating area. "Scuze
me." She says as she heads for the door, her hand moving to run
the zippo first up her pant leg to open it, and then down it to
light it, in one swift motion before bringing it up to her face,
cupping it in both hands as she began to light the cigarette
while on the move.
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