Overview

There's no reason for me to intervene in this scene. So narrate Velvet's reaction and I'll set the next scene. I'll circle back to Dylan at some point during the party.

I do not need to post yet. Once everyone is "settled" at the party I'll see if I can convince Dylan to quit sulking.

velvet will take that EXP that robin is offering, that said Im holding off on posting to see if @roll to seducewants to do anything, or anyone else for that matter

for velvet, the answer is 100% based on what robin seems to want, she is clearly nervous, but also seems apprehensive about leaving right away

"Hey... Velvet," Robin's eyebrows drew together in concern and she reached out, taking the pretty goth girl by the hand and squeezing her fingers gently. "You seem worried." Her gaze danced between the colonial house and Velvet's dark eyeshadow. While her friend had sounded wistful at first, there was a faltering in her tone, a painted-on artifice to her small, wry laugh that made Robin's stomach twist. "Your dad's friends aren't good people are they...?" Robin said softly, following the thread Velvet had laid out in her warning. Her thumb traced over Velvet's and she could feel the conflict radiating off of her. But something had brought her here. Something had made Velvet want to bring Robin to this place in spite of her concern. Maybe the accessory she mentioned... the one she wanted Robin to wear... maybe something else, something to do with what they'd shared tonight? "Just because we drove here doesn't mean we have to go inside," Robin said then, one hand still holding Velvet's, the other fingering the silver cross around her neck. "What if we just went to the party? I... I mean, we could stay until your dad's friends left, right? Even if they stayed late, we could stay out later. We could stay out all night—right up until sunrise if we wanted." The warning in Robin's heart was making her speech come out a little quicker, her voice lower... not quite a whisper, but soft... as if the house might overhear if she spoke too loud. No, as if the house might take her friend away if it heard her. "Please?" she said, the word breaking in the middle as she said it. "I want to dance with you. I want boys to pick us up by the pool and for people to see us... I want to have fun with you tonight. Please? Velvet?"

My first instinct is that Robin is picking up how uncomfortable Velvet is here and, particularly with the warning she gives, Robin would probably try to give her an out to get away—likely just going to the party. If Velvet seems afraid there will be a consequence for not going in, Robin isn't just going to let her friend face that alone and would go in with her. But at least for the moment, I don't think Velvet's given Robin a reason to think that's the case. Her actions and words seem to signal to Robin that she wants to go in but she's scared what might happen to either of them if she does. I'll write out my reply, but just wanted to give a heads up where my head was at

I replied, to my knowledge there are three ways I can see this next bit going, 1 robin and velvet split up well velvet goes for 2~3 posts to grab something... well someone else stops by 2 robin comes with velvet to try the accessories on, bringing her into the house with whomever R2S deems fitting to find us... or 3 robin and velvet leave immediately, leading to some consequences for velvet down the line feel free to add a 4, 5, or more if you have other suggestions... but I just wanted to write this bit up since I dont know whats coming next :3

how did we get here? who am I? how the fuck did that work? these were the questions blazing through velvets mind as she was quite frankly, not sure what to do since she did not expect to get this far with robin. taking a left as she turned onto another backwaters road working her way up to the ascar manor. despite living here herself she still sometimes got lost on her way to it, which wasnt a surprise when you knew... truely knew who owned it. despite being a place you "could" see nearly anywhere in town, very few people really knew it was there... thats just the way the old sinner liked it. if they could see him, he could see them after all... and if they didnt care he was there... well it was- oh wait thats the fucking turn. velvet was driving slowly, stiffly, working her way to her... "home" carefully as there was some precious cargo... riding shotgun... less than a foot away from her. ah fuck, her cheeks felt like they were burned from the heat.. glancing every few seconds when she thought robin wasn't looking. but after one too many left handed turns that kept seeming to pop up from nowhere... they were here... and suddenly velvets blush drained from her cheeks, leaving them pale as she realized that something else was... finally happening. with a slow clear of her throat velvet spoke, slightly indifferent, slightly nostalgic, slightly happy, with a very faint undercurrent of apprehension and a little fear. "well... welcome to my magical castle" a dry little laugh leaving velvets blackish pink lips, some of her lipstick missing, only to be found faintly mixed and smeared with robins own. "I wont force you to tag along, but I... had a few accessories of mine that I wanted you to try on... even before... we left the twins house... I wanted to give you something of mine specifically for you to wear... if you really dont want to come in I wont push it, I live here and it gives me the creeps more than I care to admit" she hesitated before adding "by the way, just to be safe, if someone else here asks or offers you anything... dont take it or agree to anything, my Father and his associates are a little tricky to deal with.. and I dont want them to try and... trick you into anything if I leave you behind for a few minutes..." fuck it "honestly if your u-uncomfortable being here we can just head right to the party, we can-" velvet froze, feeling like she just crossed a line "sorry, just... tell me what I should do robi?"

As Velvet's pink jeep jangled over the rougher roads of the hill, Robin's fingers tugged at the zipper of the white micro-jacket Velvet had picked out for her. Her exposed legs felt strange against the bare seat, tingly and naked in a way she still wasn't used to. She tried to speak, but each time, she felt the uncertainty of the new situation choke her. Was it rude to ask what Velvet needed to pick up? Her friend hadn't volunteered the information, and there was a tension in the air that whispered to Robin that it was something uncomfortable—a tension that made her already disorganized thoughts feel even more scattered. Maybe she's on some kind of medication and just doesn't want to get into it? I mean, I really shouldn't pry, right? Does she live up here? I want to hold her hand. Is it weird if I try to hold her hand while she's driving? What are we? I liked kissing Velvet, but I still can't get Derek... or Dylan... out of my mind... Why is this so confusing? This last thought came as the jeep rounded a curve in the road and revealed the pulsing lights of Derek's beach house party, the smaller glimmer of his pool feeling like a droplet next to the vast, dark wash of the sea beyond. But it was soon pushed aside as the car slipped into park. And on the other side sat the colonial manor house. "I've seen this place from below," Robin said, her voice coming out half-a-whisper though she couldn't say why. "I see it when I walk home from Playland. I didn't know anyone actually lived up here though. Is-Is this your house?" Robin asked, hurriedly adding, "It's... um, lovely. Dignified." In truth, there was something about the place that reminded her of the old wooden churches back home, not the modern ones her family had always attended... the ones on backroads and old rural routes... the kind that sat so dark and lonely that their services may have only been attended by ghosts listening to the echoes of sermons that were no longer spoken. It reminded her of the house Dylan lived in all alone—maybe that's why she was drawn to it. It made her think of Dylan again, his dark eyes full of mystery and longing. But where his home had the quiet, dead feeling of an empty shell, the silent colonial house did not seem quite deceased. No, it felt to Robin like it was holding its breath, lying in wait... watching her through dark windows. "Sh-should I wait here for you?" Robin asked, swallowing, her pale eyes never leaving the home's facade as she quietly asked the question.

The camera cut to a car tire stopping on a gravel road as the chisel hits the board. There's an awkward tension in Velvet's car. Their blushed faces matched the warm colour of the sky as the sun set. Despite all this the Ascar Manor looked dark and menacing. It's refurbished, but still looks like an old colonial building. It overlooked the east side of the island: play land and the most popular beaches. Yet it was kinda distant being built it the heights. It was strangely visible, yet it didn't demand any attention. A couple of expensive black cars are parked outside, business assosicate of Mr. Ascar were often visiting as the man itself did not like to travel. As Velvet stepped out of the car. She could already see the crowds and light gathering by Derek's beach house, far down thr hill. And she could hear the low beat of the bass from the music. Had Robin ever noticed the old manor on the hill? There's an odd appeal to the building, why does Robin find it appealing?

I really seriously appreciate this TuT I feel like we foil off one another really well and it has been a delight to interact with robin, and I just want to make sure I at minimum match the energy there as far as that goes, a little something extra in the scene for me to have a baseline comparison point would be lovely<3

The next post is on me. I'll set the scene if I can find the time in the morning. And no pressure on the narration bit, take your time. And if you're feeling like you're not in a space to write something you're happy with it's fully possible to make the scene a discussion in this thread. Or we can cut to another character.

That's really flattering, and I kind of love you for saying that, but please don't feel any pressure! I really enjoy your character work and want you to be able to enjoy the game even when you're feeling low energy ❤ (I know time is sometimes just a beast in its own right though)

that is the intention, im just finding it hard to both find the time and the energy to write a post that i feel meets the standard @WickedCadrach set her last few posts X.X

So we'll do a little scene where Velvet stops by at home to pick up something?

// Rolled Provoke = 6 = (roll 0, +1, +1, +1) + (Provoke +3) ) //

//Persuade should be a skill, perhaps? But Provoke gets to the same point. Though what we're working is a long term ritual for the propaganda war. The broadcast was a distant buzz in a corner of Ya's brain that seemed distant and foggy. Patune's thick nerve bundles coiled inside her, slid over her coating her in neuroconnective fluid that opened her to him almost completely. Her pleasure became inseparable from the BioFrame's and Magda chuffed happily into the tendril that filled her mouth and wrapped around her tongue. She again reloaded the mass driver manually as Patune pointedly ignored it. Instead he drove his bulk forward, catching the kaiju's furious charge on his shoulder. Three of the BioFrame's claws were dug into the soft earth of the alluvial plain, and his clawed forelimb, nearly as long as Scylla's body thrust forward, seeking the beasts soft underbelly, The kaiju was huge. it's fibs hard and thick and Patune's claw ground along them as his shoulder wrenched painfully. Neither Patune nor Ya felt it as pain, but the electric excitement of combat. Patune heaved, Magda urging hi to twist sideways, driving the beast into the ground. Magda wriggled inside Patune's embrace, sending a shiver of her approval through him as pleasure, and locked their arms behind the kaiju's neck. Patune, despite his ape-like build, kicked and clawed with his rear claws like a hellish feline gutting prey. The kaiju bit down, crushing the already twitchy mass driver loading mechanism. "Only one shot left, big man." Magda warned, Patune howled and bit back. As Patune and the kaiju thrashed, Granite and Flora drew up to the flank and scanned the river for Hive troops.

As Patune stole the kaiju's attention, Emily let out a cry of feral triumph. The hack had worked—she had control of the drone. "Patches to Ya, we have the cockroach on a string. Seizing the broadcast." As Scylla's tentacle coiled and stroked inside her, sparking the sensitive nerves of Emily's pussy in lightning that traced through her limbs, the mech-pilot rocked back in the cockpit, her feet sinking forward as her head pulled back toward a sound sensitive nodule in the dark ceiling of glistening, bumpy flesh above her. She felt the delicious ache of being stretched as her BioFrame took her triumphant ecstasy as encouragement, and the thick line of the tendril moving under Emily's fatigues vibrated as it settled into a pulsing rhythm that ran counter-point to the thin black tendril throbbing and sucking Emily's swollen clit off her body. All of this meant that as Emily opened the channel to the drone's broadcast, the first sound that rolled out was the cracked moan of her pleasure, followed by a rough chuckle, and finally her spoken words. "Brothers and sisters, this morning the Hive attempted to feed you another lie. They marched citizens, men and women like yourselves, into a death trap. Intent on blaming the Liberation Union for the tragedy. As you can see, we did not allow that." Sweeping the drone camera, Emily felt the dizzying pleasure of Scylla's coils around her breasts kneading her fit body, kissing her with hot neurofluid-wet kisses of folded dark flesh. She felt as if she was floating in the cockpit, her body climbing as she shared her senses three ways between the drone's high camera, Scylla's esoteric sensor array, and her own overwrought and stimulated body inside the flesh cavern of the BioFrame's cockpit. "We are fighting to save you, to free you. And we will not stop. You are not their tools. You exist. You m-matter!" Her eyes squeezing shut, Emily's dark hair flowed in an arc as she threw her head back and felt the strands of her ponytail sticking to her own sweat and neurofluid-streaked neck, the rest clinging in the writhing nest of Scylla's inner appendages. //Not sure if/what to roll here. Just trying to make the best use of this drone before they cut the transmission or shoot it down.//

Oh so many mixed emotions x3 but good to hear

I think at this point, I'd say let's table option 1 for now. Velvet has Robin on that string, so she's open to exploring more with Velvet even if they don't go do something right now. And Robin wouldn't object to Velvet stopping off to pick something up.

There is 2 potential stops actually (sorry for lateness, 4 hours away from home due to work trip bleeehhhg) One is a potential moment where velvet pulls robin to the side somewhere not infront of the twins home, and helps her explore a little bit of this... new line of thought Two... well velvet forgot something she needs to grab before the party One is optional, two is... a little more "needs to be addressed IC"

Selene intends on arriving with Charlotte as well if possible, if only to at least make sure she gets there safe and sound! Unless Charlotte ditches her which is also both entirely possible and possibly on brand for Selene.

Gotcha. Yeah, Robin doesn't have anywhere to stop. She might anxiously check her phone since she still hasn't heard from Charlotte, but she wouldn't stop off anywhere. I'll let @DreamsnThings chime in if she has an idea.

Well, if you're stopping somewhere it would be the next scene. Otherwise the next scene is at the party.

Originally, yes. Velvet planned on stopping off somewhere with Robin, but I think we ended up chewing the scene a bit longer on the heart (which I love) and haven't gotten there. @DreamsnThings I'm happy to follow your lead here, if you still want to do a little something in the Hotness thread before we get to the party. Otherwise, I think we could show up looking hot and bad and with 'an energy' between Robin and Velvet that hasn't fully resolved yet.