Overview

Sounds good! I'll hold off then and at least let Velvet get a reply in first!

Feels like Charlotte would be the target if she's trying to stop the fight. I'm going to wait to see if Velvet wants to do something, because she has that reply from Mr. Ascars still dangling. If not, then Robin will likely follow the crowd, see it's Charlotte (who has been missing for a couple days while she was at Billy's cabin), and rush up to join Selene in trying to stop things.

I don't mind waiting for Velvet and Robin to get in on things. As for Selene I'm trying to decide exactly what she might do in this situation. I suppose if she tries to intervene and put herself into things it would be counted as Shut Down? But then I wonder who it would target.

I', going to hold off on replying to let Velvet, Robin and Selene weigh in on this disaster.

Captain Magda Payarkoon loved her comrades. She loved each of them in the deeply human way revolutionaries who shared hopeful visions and lives of struggle and privation to realize those visions often do. She loved each the men and women who fought beside and for her, often in a slightly maternal way, individually and collectively. They were a chosen community that had become an adoptive family. As Magda slid her willfully bound arms down Emily's cybernetic legs, she felt herself cross a threshold. She loved Emily for giving her this. For letting her not be in charge. She loved Emily for taking charge of her. Yielding to her was a divine feeling and Magda dove into it headlong. The sensation of her shaved head sliding across the slick crevice of Emily's aroused sex as she bent to put her hands on the floor felt sublimely submissive. Magda gave her head a wiggle, stroking the younger woman's clit and splayed labia with the soft stubble of her scalp. The captain, half aware of how the line she had just crossed complicated her life, and maybe Emily's, bit the pilot's boy shorts and tasted the musky sweetness of her pussy. She moaned at what it meant and how good it felt to taste it, on all fours, hands bound, head streaked with that same grool. Magda hugged Emily's calves as she worked the leg hole loose from the joint between flesh and robotics. Magda tugged Emily's panties to the floor, bending low and pressing her face to the floor between her feet. The floor of the container was as cool as the steel of her lover's foot. Magda pressed her cheek to the inside of Emily's calf and kissed the top of one cybernetic foot before raising her face to her mistress. Magda needed to please her. Needed to be good. To be owned. She lifted her head happily, eager to pleasure the young woman. With her hands on Emily's ankle, Magda kissed her naked mons dutifully before nuzzling her hooded clit. She gave it a gentle, light kiss and looked up. "Hands on the floor or may I touch your pretty ass, mistress?" She asked. She didn't wait for an answer before she turned her attention to slipping her tongue between the juicy folds of Emily's lower lips. She licked along the length of her pale, pink valley, lost in finding what Emily enjoyed. Magda knew she needed to be good at this, so she nibbled at Emily's lip, nuzzling her stiffen clitoris with her nose, wiggled her tongue towards her entrance, the dragged it, spread wide across the fragrant, Gouda scented valley to lave her clit, coaxing her hood back with her tongue tip. She desperately wanted to lower her head again, feel Emily grind and slide against her shorn scalp. She'd never felt so deliciously used. Thinking about it, as she slurped Emily's other cuntlip into her mouth as she teased her clit with her nose, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Magda's own drooling core.

The DJ barely registered what was happening as his attention split between the shouting on the dance floor and Dylan's wrapped hand sliding the little baggy of X into his palm. But before they turned away, Dylan was rewarded with a nod and the sight of the DJ's phone rising to join the digital wildfire of recording devices coming out all around Charlotte and Selene. "Whoa!" "Stop!" "Wait, are they fighting?" "Who's fighting?" "I can't see!" The music cut. And the chorus of voices around the trio were swallowed by gasps and approving cries for blood as Dylan shoved Charlotte, the Hollow's challenge cutting through the din as the punk stumbled and regained her feet with a glare. "You're right," Charlotte replied. "You are the fucking problem!" And with a scream, she hurled herself at Dylan. Hands caught wrists, and another cry went up from the filming crowd around them as the pair struggled, nearly stomping on Selene before the other girl got back to her feet, her open robe clinging to her with her spilled drink. Dylan momentarily avoided catching one of Charlotte's black nails in the eye, a thin line of blood rising on their cheek as they twisted and put the smaller girl's back against the DJ's table. A pop on a microphone and the clack of rattling sound equipment preceded the MC's voice over the standing speakers, "Hey, hey! Take it over there." And a sudden shove in the center of Charlotte's back sent her and Dylan tumbling back onto the dance floor. Knees. Nails. Screams and grunts through gritted teeth. The pair rolled over the hardwood as camera phone flashes strobed over them. Charlotte drove a knee into Dylan's liver, and for the Hollow, the room pulsed with a view like being dunked underwater as their hands went weak and dropped off their attacker. It was the chance she needed. Seeing red, Charlotte's fingers tangled in Dylan's beautiful dark hair, pulling their head up off the dance floor before shoving back down with a crack that sent a flash of white through Dylan's vision along with the explosion of pain that followed. The only upside was that the blow stunned the Hollow so thoroughly, they didn't feel it when Charlotte pulled back and slammed down a second time. One of the dancefloor lights swept over and a wet red glimmer flashed on the floor as Dylan's head lolled to the side. The DJ popped one of the pills and put on a faux announcer voice as they called out, "C-c-critical Hit!" and several onlookers let out audible winces. Charlotte was breathing hard, still gripping Dylan's head. Even through the shock and horror, Selene hears Lizzie and Sam over her shoulder, paying no attention to the little witch as they watch the scene through their own cell phones. "What a fucking psycho," Lizzie says in a stage whisper to her sister while Sam hums back a sing-song note of agreement. ... Outside, the abrupt cutting of the music on the dancefloor and the commotion of people moving from the other rooms of the house to investigate the swell of voices sets off a wave like deer scenting a predator. Robin's grin fades, she suddenly stops, halting before she reaches Derek and turns to Velvet. "What's going on?" she asks, her voice low in fearful confusion.

It was lash out. Dylan wants to get hurt. I'm not sure how I got them on this kind of shadow of their darkest self, but that's where we are. I anticipate Dylan taking a couple of harm here, and hopefully giving the DJ something spectacular to show...

Things getting heated on the dance floor! Just to clarify: @WritesNaughtyStories, I want to make sure I respond right, so was your roll to Shut Down Charlotte? or is this a Lash Out to get a fight going and maybe actually hurt her?

Oof! A sudden powerful shove interrupted all thoughts. It had enough power to send the petite witch stumbling backwards over her own feet and, unfortunately, into the legs of some poor boy. Chill suddenly washed over her chest, the drink spilled and soaking both the thin silken robe along with the swimsuit worn beneath. Neither were white thankfully enough, and even if they had been the drink most certainly discovered whatever she had worn. That however was not on her mind. She lay there for a moment, dazed while her now emptied cup was tossed aside. On instinct her free hand lifted and pressed atop her head, first making sure that her hat remained on and then taking a moment to adjust it. Force of habit. Her chest hurt a little bit, as did her rump and the back of her head. What hurt most were Charlotte's words. "I didn't-" she began, trying to get a word in, only to wince and find any retort cut down by the girl's insult. I didn't mean to betray you! At that moment she wanted to sink away into the ground and simply return home. To throw herself into a good book. Legs pulled in close to her body and hands gripped at the brim of her hat, pulling it down slightly to conceal her face or, rather, to conceal the world from her vision. She felt the sting of tears forming, however these she managed to blink away. I should not have come here. This is not my world. Dylan's even sharper words prompted the small woman to release her grip upon her hat, gaze snapping upwards just in time to spot them in their initial engagement against Charlotte. With haste she pushed herself to her feet, however once she had Selene hesitated to move in towards the two. Everything she had done had only ended in failure. What could she even do now? "Don't!" Is this all I can do?

Dylan heard the commotion behind them before they got a chance to talk to the DJ. Turning, the Hollow saw Charlotte shove Selene to the floor and anger flared. They bit down on it - they'd had a lot of practice suppressing fury - and turned back to the DJ. "Hey!" they called with a forced smile painted on their full lips, "Can I ask you a favor?" Dylan began, drawing the little bag of pills from their pocket, concealed in their fist for the moment. "You don't happen to have Hurts So Good by John Cougar, do you?" "My friends are going to bring a video to you to show. O have a bunch of X that I can give you to record me getting the shit kicked out of me and play it instead - be a nice video for Johnny..." Dylan let their wrap slip again as they offered the DJ all but one of the pills and gave him a wink as they turned to face the dance floor. It had been a day or failure and hurt. It was so much easier when there was blood. It made sense. Dylan strode forward, and grabbed Charlotte by the shoulder and spun the girl to face them. "I'm your problem, not Selene, CUNT!" they shouted the last word, giving Charlotte a shove, trying to force the girl's hand into violence. This Dylan could control. /OOC: Dylan, rolled 6 using 2d6-1 ((3,4))

As Magda wrapped herself around Emily, pulling at her back and pressing her lips to the pilot's bare throat, Emily's eyes drifted closed. A wave of desire flowed down from the top of her head, a momentary bloom of warmth that was interrupted only by a crooked grin drawn out by her commanding officer's flirtatious comment. Emily's hands traced over Magda's hips, up over her ribs, feeling each individually as the smaller woman's body slipped lower and lower down hers. She felt so solid, so real, and each kiss tugged at Emily, filling her with a hot curiosity to known more—to explore Magda's dark skin a centimeter at a time with those fingertips. Emily's own mouth left a clumsy, half-pressed kiss on the side of Madga's temple at the last moment before she descended low enough to be out of range of Emily's kisses, and a moan broke out louder than what had come before as Magda's dark lips pressed to the smooth space beside Emily's navel. Her fingers curled as if trying to grab where Madga's midnight hair would be if the woman did not shave her head, scratching faintly at the skin before her fingers spread with a shiver and a tight gasp from the impact of feeling the Captain's teeth nipping at her hip. The animal pressure of those teeth woke Emily up from the drifting eroticism of the older woman's attention, a feral response rushing through her as her blood burned and the small muscles behind the beige fabric of her panties clenched and warmed in anticipation. The heat of Magda's breath through the boy-cut panties and the light friction of her mouth made Emily's stomach tense, her hips drifting forward by centimeters as her own warmth radiated back. "A good girl does as she's asked." Magda said with a suggestive smile. "Then don't keep me waiting," Emily replied, the words inviting, playful in their faux authority. And hooking her thumbs in her waistband, Emily pulled her panties down just enough to crest the curve of her hips. The lines where waist became leg were revealed, and the fabric now hung loose over that last scant millimeter before smooth white skin would part into slick dusk rose and pink—one of the last parts of the pilot that was all her still. And with a final slip of her finger, hip tilting to help the motion, Emily's panties slipped from her waist, hooking on the metal of her left knee and catching partway down her legs. Emily grinned back at Magda as she paused, half impatient at the slow teasing and half amused by Magda's playfulness. She had taken the lead and the beautiful woman kneeling at her waist had let her. Distantly, Emily wondered just how much control she really had, though. Had she actually swayed the unflappable Captain Payarkoon, or was this another layer of indulgence the older woman was allowing her? 'Alright, Emily, you can pretend to be in charge for a bit. If that's what you need.' Though with the fire kindling inside of her, muscles tensing between her butt and Magda's gentle lips, the thought truly was distant.

As Selene stepped in front of Charlotte, trying to block her way and talk down the punk on a warpath, Charlotte felt a flash of anger spike behind her eyes. Selene, her quiet, purple-haired... friend? An hour ago she might have said so, strange as it felt for not really knowing Selene that well. But whatever she was, she had lied, pretending to go along with Lizzie and Sam's plan, she had embarrassed her already and now she was trying to get in her way again. Why did everyone have to butt in on what she wanted to do? She didn't care if people thought she was a bitch or crazy, but why couldn't they just shut up about it and let her do what she wanted? For a moment, Billy rose in her mind. He could be a jerk, but at least he didn't treat her like a child. At least he let her be herself. At least he wouldn't choose fucking Robin over her. Charlotte saw red and in the moment, her goal of stopping Dylan was forgotten. "Fuck off!" Black-painted fingernails highlighted with red crackles like broken glass came up. Palms shooting forward and studded-leather wrist bangles clattering, Charlotte shoved Selene full in the chest, sending the other girl sprawling onto the dance floor and tumbling into the bare legs of a boy in board shorts who stumbled in turn. The dancers who noticed shifted, confused, surprised or intrigued in their own ways as a loose circle formed instantly around Charlotte and Selene. "Oh, hell yeah! Girl fight!" someone called over the music and a few startled gasps. Charlotte didn't pay any attention to the others though, her glare was steady on Selene, who was now lying on the dance floor, her fruity drink now completely spilled over her front and dripping down to her waist. "Why did you even come tonight? You act like you're my friend and then you turn on me the first chance you get. You're a bitch, Selene! Just stay the fuck away from me." [Selene, your failed attempt to shut down Charlotte has put her over the edge. If you try to stop her again and fail, there's a chance she'll actually try to hurt you (1 Harm). If you let her go, you can tell she's headed straight for Dylan. Either way, a lot of attention is on you and Selene, and if Dylan intervenes, a lot will be on them too.]

I suppose she would try to talk sense. She isn't trying to physically attack, just place herself between Charlotte and Dylan. I'll go ahead and roll and add onto my post the result and such!

Lash out physically to physically attack or Shut someone down talk sense or intimidate

Truth be told I don't know exactly what to roll for an attempt to body block Charlotte.

Drugs. Have to be careful with that! I probably shouldn't try them, right? In her novels they had been the bane for many a character. Drugs often led down a dark path of despair, one which generally ended in disaster! That said they could also create unexpected avenues forwards towards friendships or other valuable opportunities! Some were also less dangerous than others. Ecstacy was supposed to be one of the less dangerous ones. Potentially addictive, like any drug, but not something that was going to leave permanent damage. Not on its own, anyway. Even so. . . If I get offered some will I be able to say no? It would be weird to say no, right? Bad? Heck, I just have to hope nobody offers. That would make things easier! Dylan was dancing. Was she supposed to dance too? It would let her fit in a little better, right? She didn't know how to dance, but she had seen some videos. There were easy ones that she was confident in pulling off. Shoulders gently lifted and lowered, right and then left. Hips followed the same rhythm, gently popping to the side of each raised shoulder. A sort of wiggle dance. Hopefully enough to fit in without distracting anyone, or pulling attention to herself. She just had to try her best to keep the rhythm going with whatever music was playing in the background. It did at least show off her hips a little better. Those were perhaps one of her better assets! A slight shiver ran along her spine at Dylan's continued words. Antagonizing Charlotte was definitely not any part of her plan! Threats only worked if one was prepared to carry them out. Was Dylan actually bluffing here? She hoped so! Violence was generally not the answer! Dylan might be a little scarier than I thought. But he seems to have a plan too. Bribe with drugs. That might work, right? Her gaze shifted towards Charlotte. She appeared to be caught in a predicament. Unlike the witch however Robin's definitely sister was not meek. She was aggressive. Knew what she wanted and was willing to take the initiative to achieve it! Someone for her to look up to, really. However what was about to happen appeared to be steeped in violence, or at least on the path towards it. Perhaps she was awkward when it came to engaging others, but Selene had spent her life watching people. This was pretty obvious. Uh oh! Um! Dangit! She tried to hurry, to close the gap towards Charlotte without spilling her drink. Thankfully it wasn't completely topped off anymore. One hand clasped over the top, acting as best a lid as possible. The other secured its grip around the cup, pulling it close to her chest. Her plan was one intended to cause the least amount of damage to Charlotte, all while protecting Dylan and their plot. She would attempt to place herself in the girl's path, to act as a road block. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to anything painful, but if getting herself knocked over protected Dylan from getting into a fight or Charlotte from getting hurt by Dylan, well, that was acceptable to her! "W-wait!" she spoke, somewhat hushed but moreso hurried. "You don't want to do that!"

Charlotte hesitated, jostled on the dance floor and barely keeping her footing as she watched Dylan slipping gracefully away, the bag of X discreetly flashed as they turned to face the DJ. "Fuck." Selene heard Charlotte spit the word, the dark-haired punk looking back and forth from the twins to Dylan as if weighing in her mind which would be able to fuck up her life worse. That brewing agitation turned hard, her brows knitting together as her lips curled in a snarl, and Charlotte took a furious step to follow Dylan, her head lowering and eyes intent. [Selene, you may not know Charlotte well enough to know precisely what she means to do here, but the last time you saw a girl with an expression like that, it was followed by slap and a fight that left blood under her fingernails. And she's headed straight for Dylan.]

"Her cousin," hissed Mister Askars' syrupy-smooth voice through the æther, "get her drunk. Falling down, pissing her pants drunk, scare my little birdy into being a very good girl. Veal, if you will." Velvet could feel the low, predatory chuckle rather than hear it. "I'll tell you when, but push Charlotte into the pool - I'll collect her from the ambulance."

well, the reason I had velvet going for robin specifically was because she was a religious individual, mr ascars wants to... find something related to that divine I mentioned before to snuff it out, and to a degree robin fits a set of criteria... also I was not intending him to be the blood sacrifice style of character, more of a manipulator and plans within plans style of villain, subtle, moving one piece to open up several paths to a checkmate... now if it was something closer to the lines of the video being switched out for something else that will either spread some chaos or further his goal that would be one thing. or maybe even just swapping it out with something to put me in my place... hell make a home porn vid of velvet and derek pop on screen or something instead

Dylan gonna spook the witch.

Dylan continued to dance, even as their muscles tensed. "One," the Hollow smiled, "it means I have more drugs to give him to get him to play anything else - maybe you and me dancing." Dylan pressed closer to Charlotte, "Everyone hates me - how much do you think I can get on you?" They ask, writhing their way to the floor well behind the beat. The motion was serpentine, a languidly sensual. "But, more importantly," Dylan added, "since I'm already a pariah, there's nothing to lose if I use your face to break the screen. Now, Robin won't like that but that's better than watching you hurt her." Dylan let a hand drag over Charlotte as they separated from her to approach the DJ, "Want me to save you one?" They called loudly as they stepped to the table with a smile on their full lips.

It turned out that Selene had misread things. She often did, unfortunately. A sudden impact against her shoulder caused Selene to wince, both from the shock of the strike and a little bit from the pain. More than that, she felt wrong in the moment for wanting to help Robin. Charlotte had other plans, it appeared. She actually wanted to put Robin's video up! Oh. Spilled. Some of the punch had overspilled onto her hand. She might have worried more about that however at the moment there were more pressing matters. Now Charlotte was upset at her! Also just as pressing: her plan to help Robin might have just suffered a major setback. If Selene went and turned to the twins then not only would she be unable to stop them, but she would also gain a major hurdle in her quest to make friends! Heck, she might even be thrown from the party! Thankfully she had chosen correctly to confide in Dylan. He was on board with her idea of assisting Robin! Also he had a handful of something called 'X'. Was he referring to ecstasy? That was a nickname for it, wasn't it? Focus! Suddenly Dylan slid up real close to Charlotte and started to lead her off towards the DJ! The girl however resisted Dylan's charms, breaking away and speaking up to reveal her own goals. She wanted Robin to suffer. She just wants to make friends. I guess I can understand that, but at the cost of somebody else? Family, even? Without thinking about it Selene raised her cup to her lips, sipping, wincing for a moment until the drink became bearable. A nervous inclination of hers'. Cover her mouth with something. She didn't need to speak then, especially not if she was drinking. It offered her a moment of respite, a moment to think of what to say. "Apologies. I just thought you would want to protect her" she finally spoke, voice soft and words chosen carefully. "I guess I get it. I think." Although in this instance I don't really agree with it! What should I do? Her attention turned to Dylan mostly. He was the one with a plan now. She too was curious as to what they might do, and so Selene scooted a bit closer as well, anticipating hushed words!

As Selene admitted her desire to sabotage the twins' plan, Charlotte wheeled on her, stiffening and shoving a palm into the purple-haired girl's shoulder. "Selene, what the fuck?" However, Dylan's follow up had Charlotte's dark hair whipping as she turned to face them instead. "Wait. What!" She was so taken aback at Dylan's comment that they really liked her cousin, that Charlotte almost missed the offer of some X. Almost. Hesitating, Charlotte let out a growl of frustration and scratched at her head furiously, glancing back to the Tik-Tok twins as Lizzie began nodding vigorously and swiping at her screen, high-fiving Samantha as her twin sister popped a hip in a little victory dance. It seemed like it hadn't taken them too long to find the perfect song to Robin's soft-core debut. The conflicted desire for drugs against the desire for the older girls' favor played out on Charlotte's face as she looked between Selene, Dylan, and the bar. And as Dylan began to dance her toward the DJ booth, Charlotte stiffened and pulled away, her hands coming up defensively. "Nuh-uh. I have a chance here. A little payback for my 'holier-than-thou' cousin and a chance to get in good with Lizzie and Sam. And I'm taking it. A little X doesn't change that... Unless..." Suddenly suspicious and remembering Dylan's comment about doing 'something drastic', Charlotte got in their face, nose under Dylan's chin as she stabbed a finger into their sternum. "What are you going to do?"

Even if the intent is to delete the video just to buy time and not to get Robin totally off the hook, Mr. Askars seems to just want more offerings? sacrifices? I think he'd would tell Velvet something like, 'make sure you bring someone home with you tonight' in exchange for this favor. If you have an idea in mind for it to specifically be Charlotte, then I say go for it.

I mean him going for Charlotte is fine with me! I don't think Selene could do much about that. At least he doesn't want Selene!