Overview

Ps did Derek ignore velvets reply entirely? Or was that a woopsie?

Derek kinda just scowled down at Selene. Little girls weren't his thing and he didn't want to ruin his appearance by putting on his big brother face. So their eyes locked for just a minute before turning his attention to the more bouncy girls in the crowd. Though this didn't mean Selene didn't get an answer. A class mate of Derek's, Marcus, a sort of featureless person with no other claims to popularity other than his older brother deals weed. He squeezed himself in front of Selene to play hypeman to Derek. "The party's gonna be hype, dude, Derek's hosting. Huge pool, lotsa booze, hot chicks."

Yeh, they're prompts for either answer here or in narration ;D

I actually addressed that accidentally in my mini post :D

I did answer in my post but essentially she was moving with the encircling crowd, observing, and lamenting over her inability to do anything in the moment. Then she decided to ask a question in the hopes of gaining access to the party, and to help cool things down, partially by offering Derek a chance to make himself look more important.

A voice she hadn't been expecting cut through the chatter about a party, snapping the witch's attention over just as it had snapped the attention of others. Another boy had stepped forth with a call for payments. She recoginized him, had pilfered a photograph from him, and so she also remembered his name. It was Dylan, if she recalled correctly. Oh! This might end poorly! It was a shame that she had nothing of Derek's. Maybe she could have helped in the moment, but then that would require being very forward with her ritual. Other people would almost certainly get weirded out if she started speaking in tongues. Any gains she might have thought that she made towards appearing normal would have been shattered, especially in front of this group. It was unfortunate, but she could not think of any way to help here. Derek's brief showcase of his athletic abilities focused her attention firmly upon the boy. He might not have been the nicest person, but he was certainly very cool! It felt hard to hate him, but then perhaps that was part of the appeal that he'd built up. As he approached Dylan the crowd appeared to move with him. The larger students, somewhat ignoring her presence, ended up squeezing her forward. Eyes widened and heart raced as she neared the two boys, but thankfully those behind her knew when to stop and she managed to avoid running into either. Another person she recognized approached the counter. A girl who dressed much like Charlotte did. Her name was Velvet. Selene remembered that. How could she not? A fascinating effect had occurred while she had viewed the girl from afar, something which hadn't happened with anyone else and something which she intended to explore more. Not that she could have missed the girl, as Derek soon directed his focus towards her, and Selene's attention had been caught between him and Dylan. Someone else will fix this, right? Maybe I can just pay for it? But gosh, there are so many people here! Lips parted slightly. She tried to summon up the courage to speak. Robin however was far more courageous than she was, and far more confident in these sorts of heavily populated situations. Her voice was loud enough to cut through everything that was transpiring, although it was only when the crowd broke away for Derek's approach towards the counter that she managed to glimpse the girl. A faint pink drew across her cheeks at the sight. Thankfully it could be mistaken for the heat, or at least that is what she told herself in the moment. The feelings which followed were confusing but brief, as relief took over at the de-escalation of the situation. Pool? Bikini? She owned one of those! Was that normal for a party? Perhaps it was if a pool was involved. It probably was. A bite was taken from her corndog as she considered just how to gain access to said party. Did one need to be invited? A thought did come to mind, and so in order to prepare for it she took a sip of water. It would make speaking clearly easier. She moved closer to the jock, stopping however when he returned his attention to the crowd. "How big is the party?" Loud enough to be heard, hopefully before the crowd returned to its normal buzzing of rumors and various conversations, although still a bit quiet. Hopefully the closer proximity towards her target helped. It was hard enough to steel her nerves, to avoid stumbling over her words in this situation, heart racing not just because she was speaking in public before many other people, but also because she was speaking with an attractive boy. Thankfully it seemed like a normal thing to ask, even if it was at its core a challenge. Throwing a bigger party meant that one was more important. It had been a theme in multiple books. A bigger party required opening it to more people. If she was lucky then she could be one of those people! The question itself was also a good way to move things away from the potentially narrowly avoided fight, and away from ridiculing poor Dylan.

Velvet was... getting dragged into a confrontation... by the other side now, Derek, asking if she knew the guy who called him out, Dylan... for fuck sake yes she did, she knew everyone, that was the point. In a sugary sweet trill of a voice she started to chime in "well of course! You know me derek i like to talk a little with everyone! Its great to-" she trailed off realizing he wasn't listening to her, instead stairing down robins shirt collar at her neck... her own eyes lingering on the silver cross for a few seconds before she dropped the idea. Derek, announcing it was a joke, paid. Well... atleast we are back on track for his plan

Emily's lips part in a soft gasp as the slick tendril between her legs adds a delicious intensity to the coils already wrapping over her. As the kaiju's interruption snaps them out of the tender moment, Emily growls in frustration. "Shit!" she snaps out, assisting Scylla with the evasive maneuver, tentacles spiraling them into a arc below the passing beast. "Wait... Where is it...?" Emily's eyes shoot wide, the information coming together. The Hive Habitation is undefended. Civilian convoys just pulled in. It would be a massacre. Her mind flashes with memories, a fifteen-year-old version of herself, too numb to really feel the horror that her body reacted to. It felt like she was having a seizure, her limbs trembling as her listless mind looked down at them, seeing herself covered in her family's blood, seeing the flames and the shadow of the kaiju above her... Emily blinked, shaking her head to force the memory away. Her arms and legs straining in the cockpit's web of flesh, Emily rounds Scylla toward the surface of the water. Tentacles wheeling and driving them skyward in a hurry, Emily goads Scylla into breaching the surface like a dolphin, taking the moment in the air to send a swift transmission. "Patches to Base. Contact. Repeat. Kaiju contact. We have undefended civies on location. Requesting immediate evac support. No Hive forces detected on site. Repeat. Requesting immediate evacuation support." As Scylla hits the water again, Emily leans up to the sensitive node above her head once more. "Looks like we're running interference for a bit," she whispered into the sensitive bud, the tip of her tongue extending to give it a light, playful lick. "Let's dance with him, girl." Emily urges Scylla on a tangent away from the habitation unit, but as she does, she twists one clawed hand up a blue laser bubbling the seawater as it sweeps in a line aimed at the enormous kaiju's flank. It might be suicide to directly engage, but if she could piss it off a little, maybe she could get it to chase them instead of going after the habitation block. //Emily rolls Provoke and gets (Provoke +3) + (Roll -1, -1, 0, +1) = 2 Let me know if she needs to roll anything else.//

That's some good use of some moves. How does Robin feel about being expected at the party? What's Selene doing while all of this happens? What does Dylan think about Robin covering for them? How does Velvet respond to the question about knowing Dylan?

Derek had been to busy, being annoyed by the job, and Robin had normally been so decently dressed with her religious vibe kinda putting him off, or rather not bothering to notice. Or maybe she seemed to too easy and naive to be fun prey. But now, combining his high self-esteem from pushing is lessers around, seeing that this girl is actually kinda hot, and that she's trying to impress some other dude who may or may not even have a dick, kinda pissed him off. He let go off Dylan, and moved toward Robin grinning. "I'm not gonna hurt him." He showed his palms jokingly, before pulling out his wallet. "I was joking, I got my wallet." He pulled out a couple of bills while leaning closer to Robin. "I'll see you tonight, we have a pool. So bring a bikini. Maybe borrow one from your cousin. I know she has some hot ones." He placed the cash on the concession counter before turning back to the stunned crowd. "Come on guys, it was a fucking joke. Dylan's probably broke as fuck anyways."

Robin started in surprise. She hadn't known Dylan for long, but she'd never seen him this... animated before—she hadn't even realized he was looking this way, as Derek stole her attention the moment Dylan had raised his arm in a friendly wave. The righteous anger in Dylan's softer voice for the way Derek plundered the concession stand and the way Dylan rushed up to the larger boy to call him out on it—all of this sudden commotion made Robin's heart race. Confrontation. Outside her stand, the two teens stared each other down like stags in the forest about to tangle horns, and Robin's stomach folded in half as the tension rose. A few of the other teens, following some feral instinct, took a step back to form a half-circle around Dylan and their king. Derek making the first move and pulling Dylan with a playful grab, may as well have been a spoken reminder, 'hey, I can break you. You really want to do this?' as far as Robin was concerned. "It's fine!" Robin blurted out, maybe a bit panicked in her tone. Forcing a wobbly smile on her lips, she reached under the counter and pulled out her purse, reaching for a few stray dollars and waving them like a white flag. "I-It's ok. Derek." Her eyes wide and pleading, Robin leaned forward on the counter, the late afternoon sun dappling over her skin where the long, black-silk strands of her hair clung to her neck. The sweat of working in the summer heat made her top cling her and the sudden shift in position slid the collar of her 'too-big' work shirt to reveal the pale curve of one slender shoulder. "Please, don't fight," Robin whispered to Derek, her voice inaudible in the amusement park din, but the look and small motions of her lips carrying the intent while she tried to keep her eyes from turning toward Dylan.

It makes sense here. In an expressly queer game I think we need to include it, as it's certainly part of the queer experience, but I think we need to be mindful about how we do it. I think the way you're approaching it does that. Unrelated, I'm tempted to lash out physically but I'll hold off until Selene and Robin react to what's going on.

//We'll count the smash and grab stunt. You and Scylla have gotten a large amount of data. Certainly enough to call the mission a success.// As Emily caresses Scylla's nerve tendrils, rewarding the frame for running free, the pleasure feedback and the recon data is impossible to parse. As Emily's lips begin to suck softly on Scylla's sensitive node, the BioFrame snakes a slick, questing tendril up the pilot's thigh. She knows where Emily's sensitive bud is and returns the favor, the viscous fluid cushioning the contact as the soft tip of the tendril molds around the pilot's clitoris, sealing to it and beginning to pulse softly. Her cockpit full of Emily's warm weight, her fingers stroking, soft warm mouth sucking. Water. Warm. Fast. Wordless, the connection flows. The pressure wave hits first, rolling Scylla aside. Her senses snap outward, the BioFrame's confusion hot in Emily's brain. Kaiju! The great beast, easily 20 meters long powers by, driven by another 20 meters of tail. As the mighty appendage whips, snakelike, through the water it passed only feet from Scylla. But it is rushing past, back towards shore and the Hive. Bound this tightly to Scylla, Emily feels her turn, her own monstrous instinct to fight activated. The thing is huge though. Its four legs each nearly half Scylla's full length. It is a rippling, roiling mass of black, oily flesh shaped like an unholy cross between a mantis and a crocodile. Engaging it alone would be almost certain suicide.

Going to give @WickedCadrach a chance to reply before I do again!

Let me know if I should cut the homophobia.

As Dylan approached, Derek climbed out of the booth with trained athletic motions. As he landed on the floor he gestured to his friends that "drinks are on me" before acknowledging Dylan with a surprised: "Oh my god it talks!" Before wrapping his arm around Dylan, putting on one of those punchable smiles only boys with rich dad's can. "You're right! Someone should pay." He said in a sarcastic tone. "But I forgot my wallet" He added, being full of shit, the outline of his phone, vape and wallet were clearly visible. "But you know, I'm so glad you're here to save us. It's only like ten bucks anyways." He moved aside so Dylan could approach the booth before leaning in to whisper to Velvet. "Hey Vel, do you actually know this fag?" The crowd around that heard it giggled. Many people knew of Dylan, though it was easy ridicule to claim to be friends with such a strange person. At least in cliques like Derek's

ya know, I think your right misread it at one point that he reached over the counter to grab drinks... but no he was being a different brand of trashy my bad XD

Just as a heads up, I think Derek is working behind the counter with Robin, and potentially isn't in line.

@roll to seduce "How does Velvet know these people? Why is she hanging out with them?" in case it was not obvious Ill answer here, velvet is not quite a social buterfly, but close enough to have made friends in nearly every click. she is hanging out with them today specifically because she was asked to spend time with certain friends by a particular caregiver of hers... and he was keeping an eye on her in his own way to make sure she was doing as told P.S. for the GM only (or those with no self control ;p

Smile - Flirt - Look Happy There was a buzz in the air, Cindy was chatting about her new purse, absolutely to die for, love it. Karla Pivoting to the latest gossip, who fucked who, who was mad at who for fucking the love of their life, who got a revenge fuck in to make their love turned ex jealous so they would get back together with them... same old... same old~ Compliment The Highlights, they want someone to notice silver Eyes flick, lined with heavy black eyeliner towards one of their owners friends, going wide as she gushed "Wait a second Clair... are those highlights? subtle... but sexy, I love it girl!" there was a moment of laughter as the girl, cindy basked in the validation... the attention... later she might remember the one who noticed, Velvet, fondly. Good, keep this pace I will Check in later. Velvet was smiling happily, happy that she made someone happy... and happy that she felt something switch. she kept things happy, she kept them light, and she noticed little things naturally... or at least naturally enough to make it "look" natural... another task done successfully. sweet silence only lasts so long, the subtle as a freight train sound of two of the girls laughing was enough to draw the psudo goth girls eyes as she leaned in with a big smile, whispering to the two girls "I bet those muscles would feel great~ in a few ways" a brief little squeal left the two as she let herself join in the celebration for a brief moment. they seemed to love imagining how he would feel... then derek popped in... god damnit derek. "I think im going to say hi to a couple friends, Ill catch you girls later. Cindy, text me the details of which stylist did those lights later I need someone good to give me a cute blue one and I think you know just the one! see ya later~<3" half skipping away, velvet turned on her heel, quietly making her way to the... weiner hut... the fuck was with the owners aesthetic sense she would never know... Velvet walked into the line, avoiding the side with derek, he was an obnoxious ass... but he definitely made a few opportunities to win brownie points. she had a plan... slip the Cashier.. robin right? enough to cover the drinks, and a little extra for the trouble, and get a little appreciation she could use a little later... give a little treat to the little corndog and water girl to make another friend, it was all in the plan... ...wait a moment... did she just hear someone yell her name, well he was seemingly trying to start a fight? oh fuck that was... not in the plan. not.. in.. the.. plan... fuck she was going to hear about this later.

Yep!

@Chiyakocan i take the heart reaction as an ok to know Selene could use a little honey hun? :3

Interestingly that... might be an interesting tidbit for several reasons...

Damn, I realize rolling Cold was risky, but fucksauce - that's a pretty epic fail. However, the fun has begun.

Dylan shifted on the bench as their gaze drifted from a young couple - older than them, but not like, old - toward the the Corn Dog stand. The girl who who worked there was named Robin. Dylan noticed she looked at them the way Ellie did, but Robin would talk to them. Selene was there too, Dylan recognized her from all the time they'd spent staring out the window at the sea. That was before... but Dylan was Outside now. And Robin looked again, chewing her lip - The Maker had done that sometimes, but this didn't feel as dangerous. Dylan gave a little wave. Then Derek arrived. Derek worked here too, but today he was in different clothes - not his uniform, and had a bunch of other kids with him. He was taking drinks from the store, but Robin looked kind of upset. It made Dylan a little mad - which was something new, "Hey!" They shouted, stepping forward absolutely confused by what was happening, and took a few steps toward Derek. 'Fuck! He was HUGE!' Dylan wished like hell they hadn't gotten up. "If Velvet and me have to pay, don't you!?"