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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 18, 2025, 8:48 am
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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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“Ah, but how do you know that’s ‘real’? Maybe it’s a depressing
nightmare plane of boredom!” The words are to Sealgaira, the
wink to Rilith. As are my next words. “The real question is:
does it have to be the same night? I mean, fun’s fun, but
sharing with my sister?” I even manage to put a bit of
incredulity into my voice.
“But yeah,” I nod a bit, “When Grissom set foot on the moon in
‘67, the Trods opened, the Sidhe returned, the dragons arose
from slumber… Age of Aquarius, and all. Should’ve been the
turning point out of Winter.”
Yeah, yeah, Rilith’s here now, too, but she’s a troll, not some
wayward ghoul or sarariman. Besides, the more we know now, the
better we’re prepared. Shut up.
“Anyway… ok, so if you’re all still in hiding… what do you guys,
you know… do?” I still haven’t actually looked toward Sealgaira,
but I do turn my head enough while watching the rest of the
Cafe, to indicate that I’m paying attention to her. “I know
you’re a performer of some sort… dancer?” That’d go well with
the combat training. “Professional drinking contest… er…
contestant?”
#Post#: 756--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 18, 2025, 10:16 am
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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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Mother_Hydra Request: [6d10 t6 Yes, willpower, again xD] Roll:
[10, 6, 5, 4, 4, 1] Result: 2
Rilith returns and as Morgan had said Your timing is perfect.
She'd meant to enjoy her sandwich, to thank the Sidhe for the
kindness, and perhaps enjoy some casual, friendly conversati -
nope lots of winking going on, and some of it directed her way.
She picked up her drink, the one with the fizz to distract
herself for a moment, to give a breath of time before she
actually waded into all this, but one could only drink fizzy for
so long before she set her drink aside and raised a brow of
amusement as she looked to Sealgaira.
"Truly the fates have wronged you, perhaps you should beg a do
over to escape such a torturous fate." She'd turn then, look
Brigid dead in the eye before a quick wink of her own escaped,
its an odd expression coming from her, but it's natural none the
less. "Easy enough ways around that...if you think hard enough."
She smirked then, before picking up her sandwich and taking
another bite of the BLT, nodding with a look of satisfaction on
her face.
"Beats the trail mix and protein bar's I've been surviving off
of." She said as she set the sandwich down and wiped her lips
with the side of her thumb and gestured around before answering
Brigid's question.
"We do as any tragic hero's do...we fight the tide." She said as
she picked up the pop once more. "We stand against the coming
winter burning as bright as we can, or at least some of us do."
She chuckled a little. "We all do it in our own way of course.
Some...have more fun with it than others."
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Chance
Date: January 18, 2025, 12:04 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
Brigid
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"So," Morgan says, looking thoughtful, "There are battles to be
won, wars to fight, skirmishes to beat... in the Autumn? Huh. I
thought all the epic battles were in the Dreaming itself." Or
perhaps she's confused, or perhaps her understanding of it all
is ass-backward and inside-out. "Well, drek. Do they pay good
salaries for heroes? I could be a hero. What kind of a living do
they make?"
A pause. "But even so, if it comes down to fighting to protect
the Dreaming itself, I'm in, of course. It's where I keep all of
my gear." That's probably a joke of some sort.
Still a Scathach. Still here to fight like a wild thing.
"For all I know, we might both be completely insane and just
having it take the form of delusion, but I think the gear we
brought with us proves that at least, where we come from is real
enough, and we share identical memories of most things.
Accounting for being separate people, that is. I mean, Brig and
I have different ways of seeing, but we both still see."
A loose, low chuckle follows the declaration of the lost bet,
and Brigid's comment about different nights makes Morgan laugh
outright.
<<Greedy. Not that this is a bad thing.>>
I offer Rilith a playful toast with my fizzycoke and say, "In
other words, welcome to chaos," with a grin. "This doesn't sound
so bad after all, even if the tech is... tech." That's the
Sperethiel word there, but the pun is lost on everyone but
Brigid, most likely. "See. we're used to making a living
fighting against megacorps, mostly. Monkeywrenching, as Brigid
said. Or what we call it... running the shadows. That's the
source of much of the evil in the world: oligarchy. But there's
a whole political level to it where corps try to frag one
another out of things, and we're usually the tool they use to do
it. In the end, it causes damage, so it's all to the good, but
it's sort of like dancing through a field of land mines."
I consider her, and then Sealgaira, and instantly, my mind's on
my money, and my money's on my mind, as they say in StupidWorld.
"Hrrrm."
<<You know, Brig, we could do worse than experienced troll and
elven warriors for a new shadowteam.>>
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 18, 2025, 6:14 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."
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“Once you go into the Dreamer realm, you’ll know. There’s a feel
to it that cannot be matched. I suppose it is possible that what
I know as the Autumn to be a nightmare plane of boredom, but I
am very, very confident that it is not. However, if you want to
get into what is real and what is not . . . well, we’d be
scaring the straights.”
Sealgaira sips her coffee. “In the Autumn, it was Armstrong in
‘69. And Dragons were already around. In fact, I had already met
dragons before I left for Arcadia. Met the same one when I came
back.”
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> Daughter of Sorrow Request: [10d10] Roll: [8, 8, 7, 6, 6, 6,
5, 4, 3, 1] Charisma+Acting vs 5, 6 successes
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There is a twinkle in the Fiona’s grey eyes as she looks between
the two twins. “Hey now, maybe I always wanted to have a
threesome with twins. But, if you really, really insist, then I
suppose we can split it up.” The actress gives them both a very
pouty, sad look that appears very genuine indeed.
“As for what I am. I can dance. I can sing. I can act. In that
realm you come from, do they have movie stars? That’s really
what I am. That and someone who spends her free time making
youtube shorts skewering Hollywood Executives. When you get a
chance, look up ‘But What About My Third Yacht.’ I started it
during the SAG and Writers strikes. I’m working on a script now
for a new one. ‘Shhhh, Luigi Might Hear Us.’ I also got into
documentaries with the BBC, spent some time on the Front Lines
in Ukraine. The Russians want me for murder.” The Fiona giggles.
“Oh no, I can’t go to Russia, whatever shall I do? Bloody
wankers.”
Sealgaira nods to Rilith. “Exactly. Better to fight to the end,
go down swinging than wait in a hole for Winter to come. Any Fae
that fights with me shall be my—” She looks at Rilith. “Sister.
Also, protein bars and trail mix?” She shakes her head. “Dear
woman, that’s horrible. When I get back to the Autumn, I’ll wire
you some cash for decent food. At least get bumped up to beef
jerky. Maybe even Wendy’s.”
“The battle in the Autumn is less about a conflict of arms, more
a conflict of ideas. Encourage humans to Dream, to imagine. Help
get music programs in schools, ensure that the arts are valued.
Right now there’s a huge push for STEM education. Don’t get me
wrong, science is important, but if a human had never looked at
the Moon and wondered how to get there, we’d be mired in Winter
for sure. As for me, I make a good living, a few million or so
per film now. Five million for the series I am filming in San
Diego. It’s enough to let me do what I want to do, and not have
my living situation fall apart if I spend a month or so in the
Dreaming rescuing dragons, attending a Fiona Orgy, that sort of
fun. Or five days with Lucien.”
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 18, 2025, 6:35 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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“Truly, it has!” I agree brightly when Rilith tells Sealgaira
that losing the bet is fate fragging with her. “Personally, I
think that if she wants that kind of action, she should give
each of us as many nights as she wants from both of us. That
would be fair.”
Don’t think about that too hard. Just trust me that it’s fairer
than anything else. Remember: I’m the good twin. So just take it
as true.
“Yeah,” I nod as Morgan asks how the pay is for the hero
business, “I mean, we’re totally available for hopeless heroics
if it’ll pay the bills. God knows corporate espionage pays well,
but there’s always that period of ‘ok, now I have to take like
three showers to not feel dirty’.”
Her little ‘tech’ pun gets a smirk out of me, too, and I’m
nodding in agreement with her words.
<<We totally could. And one of them could be a hell of a Face…>>
Especially if she’s already hopped up on ‘fuck the Man’ vibes.
“Sixty-nine?” Hmmm. “Maybe that was the problem: Missed the
window. Anyway, yeah, definitely gonna check out those things…
uhm… what’s a youtube?” Then I wave it off, “No, no, that’ll
wait. You’re talking about encouraging people to Dream, but… why
not just break things loose? Just drop a dragon on a major world
capital and force them to reckon with the reality of, you know…
reality? Never know, you might change the world!”
“Hmmm…” I’ve got things to say about five days with Lucien, but
not here. It’s not safe here.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 19, 2025, 8:32 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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Morgan offers Rilith a raised glass, and Rilith with an amused
look on her lips raised her own before chuckling. "I've been
surrounded by chaos most of my life what's a little more in the
mix." She offers with a slow shake of her head before she took a
sip of the fizzy, her free hand reaching out to snag the BLT
once more as she set the drink down.
She would turn then, taking in Sealgaira's speech, her gaze
rising in consideration of nothing before she looked at
Sealgaira once more. "Ohhhh thats where I have seen you, I saw
your face on one of the billboards near the highway." She
chuckles. "As for my trail mix, it is an excellent blend,
perfect when I intentionally came out this way with enough money
for gas and the occasional meal." She shrugged as a smirk
crossed her lips. "Meant I had to keep my eyes open, and my ears
to the ground."
She'd turn to Brigid then and her face would be screwed up a
little, as if annoyed or frustrated. "Dropping a dragon on a
capital city might do some damage to the Autumn, but you're more
likely to end up with a dead dragon and a bunch of people who
think its all just a hoax perpetuated by big government or the
like." She shrugged. "People can't begin to agree about the very
basics of reality in this world, forget the fantastical."
She shook her head slowly before tilting her head, thinking on
something.
"The question is...what would you want from her in those
nights?" She narrowed her eyes at Brigid but not with hostility.
"You Sidhe are always a duplicitous lot, especially with what
you say. its why I do my best to keep my distance, though I
suppose tonight I have failed spectacularly at that." She said
with a gesture to all three of them before she wolfed down
another part of the BLT, ensuring it was devoured before
anything else happened.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Chance
Date: January 20, 2025, 9:46 am
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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
Brigid
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"Oh, that sounds fair," I tell Brigid with a cheeky grin.
"Offering her the same number of nights she offers each of us,
yeah, that seems like a workable solution." I shoot Sealgaira a
saucy wink; chummer, I'm all too happy to spend several nights
buried in that particular example of the genus 'novahottie.'
I offer a grin back to Rilith at the comment on more chaos in
the mix, and take a sip of my own fizzycoke in agreement. "We've
had times like that. Like one time in CalFree where we were
living off NERPS and filtered water for a week. Good times." She
may not feel the same way, but I'm inclined to like her in this
moment. She reminds me more of home, to be honest -- the sense
of getting knocked down, getting back up, fighting again. The
Sprawl isn't kind to much of anyone, to be honest.
I oh at the idea of Sealgaira's face on billboards, then nod
approvingly. I assume they mean flatvid, not tridboards, but
even so, nobody pays to put the face of a nobody on a huge space
in public, so she's not just novahot in looks but also in fame.
I'm pretty sure Brig is thinking much the same thing.
<<Couldn't hurt to find ourselves in that orbit, right? but I
think with her connections, she could *make* someone a Face very
easily if she chose.>>
"It happened in '69 here? Weeeeeeeird," I agree, huhing softly.
"We should try and do a basic timeline at some point in the near
future sometime, figure out where the divergence is, and if
there's even more divergences and timelines somewhere. Because
I'm not sure this is the zero-prime version of reality. Ours
might not be either, but I'd like to know where
reality-version-one-point-oh is."
Another pause follows. "Well, I could try an augury but who
knows if anything would come out of it that's at all
comprehensible? Drek in, drek out, as the saying goes."
The idea about the dragon is about to draw my agreement, and
then we hear Rilith's assessment. I frown. "Is this world really
that apathetic and divided? How do you find any dreams at all? I
mean, it means there's plenty of room for people like us to live
in the margins, but finding poor dreamless slots to inspire is
hard if they're crushed down that badly..."
And people say the Sprawl is bad?
I blink at the 'duplicitous' comment, and note, with mild
protest, "Only professionally, and then, only when people try
and push too deep into my data that's not public, so ka? I
generally try to maintain a code of behavior for myself, I just
don't take well to being controlled by others. I choose."
#Post#: 777--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Alicia
Date: January 21, 2025, 4:32 pm
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"You can lead a Fiona to clothing, but you cannot make them wear
it."
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"Please note that I have not give either of you carte blanche
for what happens that night. Or on those nights. Fine. You've
twisted my arms. Three nights each would be fair, I suppose.
Though they do not have to happen consecutively." Sealgaira
smirks, shaking her head, not sure what she's gotten into, but
looking forward to it. "And yes, Brigid, I would be more than
happy to sixty-nine with—ohh, you meant the year. Maybe. Who
knows what small variables might change things. As far as
dragons go..."
The Fiona sips her coffee. "One, the dragon might get upset.
Now, I have fought them to a standstill before, but I wouldn't
want to intentionally anger one. Two, all the dragons I know are
able to take human form, so that would have to be worked around.
Three, human prodigals would freak the fuck out, and in the
Autumn, they are quite powerful. The Children of Lilith and the
Garou are likely to take some measure of offense as well.
Believe me, I wish it was that easy. And four, it violates the
escheat. Dreamers have a right to dream."
Then Sealgaira smiles to Rilith. "Oh? On a billboard? I wonder
what it was advertising. Still, a good meal every once in a
while is necessary. Tell me where you are in the autumn, my
dear, and I'll pop over to you and we can go find the bougiest
place in town. And if there's nothing bougie enough, there's
always Vegas. Or LA. Or New York. Or Chicago if you're
desperate." The Fiona laughs.
Taking a sip of her mocha, Sealgaira looks to Morgan. "Well,
when I returned here, there were some of the same Children of
Lilith around. And some of the same dragons. I'm inclined to
assume that what I call autumn is reality one point oh. I could
be wrong. And yeah, Rilith is right. Some idiots are going
around insisting the moon landing was faked and that the earth
is flat."
She sighs.
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: DEM
Date: January 21, 2025, 5:17 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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“The complete subjugation of her soul…” I intone in sepulchural
tones, when Rilith asks what we’d want from Sealgaira during
those nights. Then I laugh, and shrug, “I dunno. We’ll just have
to see how things go. Why, you want in on the action?”
Then I’m rolling my eyes as Sealgaira, “Three nights each? Ok,
so you want six nights from us...” I grin impudently at her,
implying that we then get six nights each. “And no, they don’t
have to be consecutive… we can set them up weeks apart… and, you
know, if we’re just so amazing that you decide to stay extra
nights, well, that’s something else entirely, right?”
Oh, that smirk would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.
“Dreamers have the right to dream, sure… but that doesn’t mean
they need to dream in vain.” But then Sealgaira’s offering to
find Rilith a more ‘bougie’ place, and I just snort a bit, “See?
Even she wants to get you in on the action. And personally… I’d
love you get you both in on the real action… fighting the good
fight, taking down The Man, actually blowing shit up, and even
getting paid for it. I’m sure you’ve each got… people… you know
who could be interested in farming out some of their hit list.
Environmental groups. Labor organizers. Got someone pissed off
at executives? Nothing says ‘payback’ like watching their shit
literally burn...”
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Re: A New Day... [OPEN SCENE: At the Cafe]
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 22, 2025, 8:21 am
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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 finishes off half of the BLT, and scoops up a fry or two
before turning back to the conversation. "It is...the world that
is." She looks a bit beaten down herself in that moment, as
tragic hero's in a war of attrition often did but the troll
rolled her shoulders and straightened up a bit as if fighting
that urge, the smirk returning. "Other realities are all well
and good, but I think concerning yourself with the one here and
now is a little more pressing."
She'd look towards Sealgaira then as the woman offers her a
'bougie place' The idea seems to draw a hint of amusement from
the troll, and a chuckle at some unknown joke. "Me, in a ritzy
restaurant...well, that'd be something to see." She muses before
shaking her head. "I'm in San Diego right now, waiting for a
part before I head off. As for the billboard, I don't remember,
I saw it briefly as I was coming into town for supplies."
The ashen skinned woman might have expounded more on the topic,
but then Brigid was offering...well, several things it seemed,
the former drew a snort from the Troll. "Are you sure you're not
a Satyr?" She inquired before she finally chomped down the fries
shed been holding in her hand. "I've never known the Sidhe to be
quite so....preoccupied. Besides, I don't know if any of you
could survive me." Was it a challenge? Maybe, but the troll did
take it as an opportunity to shift topics turning instead to the
woman's other offer.
She'd lean back on the bar as she considered it. "I can't tell
if you are trying to suggest a revolution, or becoming
mercenaries...or some weird amalgamation of both." She'd tilt
her head at Brigid as her face would take on a more serious cast
her eyes narrowing oh so slightly, her jaw setting.
"I don't take up such things lightly, nor do I carry them for
short times...I'm going to need to know more about you, your
sister, and your mettle before I sign up for anything like
that."
Ahhh troll honour, the cause of and often the solution too, all
of Rika's problems.
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