StarlitSiren

@IsabellaRose I appreciate being able to cross reference with yours

Never hurts to have some more places to find some unscrupulous individuals

Exchange updated as 'trade and outlaws'

Sorry, jusst catching up on this- to clarify, are my values okay, and specialties? I'll need to review that in the rules in a bit!

done- sheet didn't seem to save right. can someone double check it?

So I should step up again?

Okay so, I changed Millie's portrait (see the character sheet) as the last one has vanished somehow. I've chosen the Backroads, given Millie's relationship with the Exchange, already established. She's no rooting tooting outlaw, but she is willing to quickjly circumvent rules to get to where she needs to go, especially when there's things in the way of her work. Stepped up truth to d6 Ingenuity is the truest pursuit Added the wanted distinction, to reflect the work Millie has done with The Exchange. She's maybe suspected rather than outright an outlaw, and being investigated, Stepped up relationsuip with Missy to d8 An Itch I can't scratch Stepped up Gearhart repairs to 2d8 (note @IsabellaRose, I'm almost certain I'm doing something wrong on the sheet with my distinctions, do you mind rechecking those for me please?) As for the Miro board... @AsBloodTurnsEverCold @WickedCadrach Red Jenny, the strange legend come to life, seems like it might be after a new victim....

Ooooooh, I like messy.

Just a poke to say I hope everyone is doing well?

Done!

Something something volunteer as tribute

Updated with these! feel free to review¬! I have also added the ramona relationship (kept it simple for now) I don't trust her (edit: sorry for slow responses, new job starts tomorrow!)

Prompt 3: One Night at the Mansion Eirawen Hall stood ominously over the misted folds of a valley, past the emerald green hills of the River Dulas. The people of Teley had long since consigned the ancient property- thought to have stood since the 1500s- to the same level of attention they might pay any inconvenient truths they might care to hide from, or politics, but every year there was one reckless younger person whom decided it was their turn to brag about surviving the Halloween challenge; spend the night in Eirawen Hall and live to tell about it. “Hey fans, it’s your girl~” ‘Tafftitties’ or Anwen, as her mam knew her, spoke flirtatiously into her phone as she strode towards the heavy oak door separating her from a whole lot of… well, nothing, she was sure. “’Come for the accent, stay for the rack.’” She went into selfie mode to shoot her audience a cheeky wink (and a peek down her top) for the later edits. “We’re here at Eirawen Hall; and I’m going to spend the night here alone!” She wasn’t, obviously, but Anwen figured a little walk around, a few shots, and she could leave before it got dark. If the influencer had been as attentive as she was pretty, she would have heard the door lock behind her over her chatting away into the recording. If her IQ matched her follower count, she might not have come, ignoring the legends. If. If. If. “Musty hallway~” she went on, bored. “Boring dining room…” To a lot of people this slice of history might have been crazy cool, but her followers wanted spooks and, well, her, being a flirt. “Legends say that Lady Aeilth Vaughessa- huuuge ho, back in the Tudor times or some shit, died here after a long life of sin, scandal and, well, being a freaking Queen.” A dusty library, stacked floor to ceiling with books. A stairway that creaked with every step, as though Anwen was testing the very weight of the house itself as she ascended. “Guys, seriously, men get to fuck around and they’re chads, and when a strong woman does it she’s a whore? Fuck that. Girl, I’m glad you were getting it.” If it hadn’t already been too late for Anwen, if she hadn’t already been in the spirits’ grip, perhaps she would have noticed that her phone had shut off of its own accord. That she was only talking to herself. “Ooooh, look what we have here, babes!” She swung a long shot with her useless brick of a phone around the next chamber as she entered. A grand bedroom with a great four poster, velvet bedcurtains, almost polished floorboards, and a crackling fireplace. If she wasn’t already too far gone, Anwen would have known it wasn’t right. “Hot, right? Very me?” She winked at the lens again and knelt down upon the carpet in front of the fire, phone held high to to pose for a shot with just the right amount of cleavage. “Bet you all wish you were here right now, huh? Well?~” But that line of thought didn’t finish, because when Anwen looked up from the phone she realised, at last, that she wasn’t alone here. Standing at the foot of the bed was a woman- where had she come from?- Tall, pale- unnaturally so- with long, straight white hair down past her shoulders. A thin white gown of sheer silk that flowed all the way down her very visible form, that Anwen could have seen through even were it not hanging open and loose. Her eyes were a piercing, icy blue, and- “Pretty thing.” The woman’s words seemed to be there and not, audible and silent, spoken by something other than her… And Anwen sprung to her feet, flushing a furious red and stammering an apology that never came “Kneel, pretty thing. I prefer you on your knees.” Even if she had thought to disobey, she couldn’t. And Anwen hadn’t thought to. She dropped down onto both knees the instant the command had left the woman’s tongue. “I-“ “You will not speak without express permission.” And Anwen swallowed her words. Because she had to. A little wave of terror started to rush through her, fighting against the queer enchantment she could feel- even if she couldn’t understand- taking over her mind and body. She had to get out. She had to escape. She had to- “Disrobe.” She had to undress. That was what she had to do. Never taking her eyes from the stranger, Anwen tugged at her tank top, pulling it up over her head. Her phone was on the floor somewhere, discarded and forgotten, and that little rebellious voice in her head that was still the influencer’s own was desperately glad that she had stopped recording. She thought she had, anyway? She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, and didn’t even think of covering herself up. Even without the command, she knew that wasn’t what the woman wanted. Her fingers slipped down into the hem of her skirt, slipping it down her legs and shimmying to get it down past her knees and her boots without rising. She hadn’t gotten permission to stand, after all, nor to ask for it, and her thong was a similar struggle. If Anwen had been in her right mind, she would have shouted and screamed and cried and shrieked for any help that might come. But Anwen wasn’t, and all she could do was kneel, naked before the stranger, gazing up at her with something between terror and… what was that? The stranger stepped closer, each step flexing her long gorgeous legs that almost seemed to float rather than walk. She dropped her gown, joining Anwen in her nakedness, and her pale- almost porcelain- skin seemed to glow as she drew close. She knelt with Anwen, pressing a freezing hand that radiated with a paradoxical warmth against her cheek, and spoke a single word; “Sin.” Before she knew what she was doing, the influencer’s hand had crept downwards, past her naval and down, between her legs. Her palm found purchase against her *ahem* VIP Suite, a finger slipping into her wetness, her thumb against her ‘on’ button. “Resist your pleasures, and you leave,” the stranger whispered into her ear. “Succumb, and remain. As mine.” A warning, an offer, or both? Whatever it was, Anwen was already touching herself, already panting and bucking her hips against her hand. Already moaning, without ever once taking her eyes off of the woman’s, as though she was trapped in them. Every little push or flick sent her closer to a climax she didn’t even know if she wanted… and she tried and tried and tried to hold it back even as her body and mind betrayed her, and- And then the woman leaned forwards, crossing what little distance was left between the pair, pressing her cold, hungry lips to Anwen’s. And she broke, moaning wildly into the spectres kiss. By the time they parted- was it a minute, or an hour?- Anwen was flat on her back, arms and legs akimbo, taking deep, tortured breaths. “You have chosen.” The icy voice was there again, in her ear, and suddenly the woman was atop her, straddling Anwen. She didn’t care. She wanted her on top of her, needed her. “Be mine.” Another moment and the pale lady was lowering herself over Anwen’s face. The once-influencer was only too happy to serve.

Sorry I've not swapped my gadgets yet- will get to it <3

Works for me! I should work out other power options to replace the plot point gains?

I'm not, in any way, any less excited <3

Not me listing a few practical ideas for inventions and gadgets in Millie's workshop... and a few practical ideas

I like that- there's those that are passing through too. I like the regional premise

The frontier town we set in might- until more recently- have been far more free, and by extension criminal, though that comes with the territory. Back alley dealings, smuggling operations, etc. Once the 'Civilisation' began to move in all of that and the oldest profession both came under fire.

Would this story work with the whole 'whore with a heart of gold' trope? I'm imagining a girl working on the frontier, in a town that's maybe kept it's identity until recently when religious crackdown has made it first more untoward to work the oldest profession, and now much, much more dangerous.

Millie Gearheart is a neurodivergent coded, socially awkward, repressed engineer and gun/gadget smith operating out of a workshop by the train station. She's considered an oddball due to her difficulty connecting with people. @DreamsnThings

I'm currently trying to decide just how suspicious Millie is of our newcomer...

Sorry for slow responses. @DreamsnThings I love the concept and can see it fitting and being a lot of fun!

I can't speak for everyone, but I'm actually hugely enjoying the pathways process

Gotcha, I can't presently step any of that up AFAIK, so I'll presume if we get to the game without any use of it she's still perfecting the tech :p