Chiyako

I think shorts and a tank top is the safer option, yeah, although I don't mind the comedy of a mankini. Could also rock the best of both worlds. Bikini under shorts and tank-top. That said if Dylan couldn't find something they could ask one of their friends for help too.

I imagine, especially since this place is in perpetual summer, Dylan could probably find bikinis, one pieces, and shorts galore. However I imagine the funniest thing to find would be a mankini.

Tempting someone is offering them an experience point in order to do something you want them to do. For one of the MC's characters they will tell you what sort of thing (bribe, coax, threat, etc) it might take. If it's not something they can do in the scene then they can agree to do it later, and whether or not they end up doing it later is up to them.

I wouldn't mind. I mean the game is still fresh and you haven't technically really done any rolls yet, I believe.

I suppose the only person she really knows who might fit that category might be her boss at the Baja Surf Stylings shop. Which she would probably only ask if she knew he was laid back enough to consider it. Which I suppose means she'd probably move onto Plan B: the search for Charlotte!

I think if Selene couldn't find alcohol to bring from her own home, she might try to either see if there might be someone she could convince at the local liquor store, or if she knows of some other person willing to buy for people not yet old enough to purchase it. Failing that, she might try to investigate around to see if she could find Charlotte, perhaps with a stop first at Robin's to try and acquire something to use for a ritual. Not only would it help Robin if she is successful, but it might even get her an in with one of the two to see about getting her into the party! Also how very unfortunate for Derek. And even more unfortunate for Selene that he'd rather do that than pay attention to her.

I think unless someone else tries to get Selene to go somewhere, she might retreat home. Her preparing for the party in that case would entail her trying on different bikinis, figuring out which one looks the nicest, and wearing it beneath her sundress. Getting into the party is still something that worries her, so she might try to somehow acquire something that would help her get in. Like booze, whether that be seeing if her parents have any or, riskier still, venturing out to try and convince someone to sell her some.

Nevermind, I decided not to. I was going to do a roll for her unintentially using hot but then decided it'd be a little awkward and out of place in the moment.

As the tall, handsome, popular leader of the crowd fixed a scowl down upon Selene's purple orbs the witch felt as though ice cold water had been injected directly into her spine. In that moment her entire body tensed, her gaze frozen to Derek's. It was as though the boy was condemning her for the mere act of speaking to him, and perhaps that really was what happened in the moment. But she couldn't turn away from the boy, fixated in place by pressure and terror at her misjudged attempt at being friendly and helpful. When Derek's gaze finally did shift away a wave of relief washed over the little witch, only to be followed by a pinch of sadness, even guilt, as though she had been in the wrong for even asking. It didn't last, as another boy had suddenly stepped up and placed himself between the two. Being so close to another boy without any forewarning drew a brief flinching movement from Selene, eyes widened again and a hint of fluster returning to her momentarily pale face. This one was named Mark, if she remembered correctly. Or was it Marcus? Another person she hadn't managed to learn much about. "Oh. C-cool." A break within her composure, one which she immediately tried to cover up with a sip from her cup of water. She looked instead towards Robin who, in the moment, had also lost some of her cool. Not enough to diminish how Selene saw the girl, but enough to comfort her about her own misstep, if even a little bit. She followed Robin's gaze when it turned to another: Dylan. While he also seemed to be momentarily flustered he appeared to recover well. Selene scooted back when he tried to move past her, making certain to avoid messing up anyone's day with the corndog that she wielded. Hoping to distract herself, Selene lifted the delicious morsel to her lips, only to pause when Dylan shot a glance her way. He looked to her as though seeking an answer to something. Or perhaps it was thanks for her moving? No, that wasn't quite right. It was something else. A questioning glance, perhaps seeking approval for something, or guidance. In the moment she knew not how to really help, and so she defaulted back to a timid smile and an awkward thumbs up with both hands, although the impact might have been partially tarnished by the items she was holding. I survived!

May try an unintentional hot roll in this upcoming post before it ends, just to see how amusing things turn out.

I suppose if Derek is more focused on Velvet, and if she might not end up focusing too much on Selene, I can post real quick again.

Drunk party games at a pool party with scantily clad people can only lead to good things, I'm sure.

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.

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

Name: Miu Age: Unknown Race: Ookami Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual (Although she favors males.) Bio: Everything is a blur. Miu knows her name and she knows that she has probably been alive for some time. There are parts about herself that she knows, like the fact that she doesn't really speak and possibly never could, or that it perhaps just wasn't something she was able to learn very well. Occasionally flashes of some events return to her, although she hasn't been able to piece anything together, and even these might simply be dreams, or rather nightmares given the many times it involved her own demise. All she knows is that she is here and that she perhaps shouldn't be, although even that might not be correct. She is at a fancy hotel, which definitely isn't anything she is used to, is a new experience, and yet she still has some strange inkling of what it entails. Regardless of whether or not she is here for a reason, she should probably at least settle in and get comfortable. Miu is pretty short, petite leaning towards the realm of lean. Generally her fluffy silver wolf-like ears are hidden within her messy mane of hair, and her tail is tipped with white. Scars cover her body.

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

Yep!

And there we go!

Dangit! Maybe next week? Thin fingers released their grip upon the counter, hands extending forth to accept the corndog which, at the very least, always included mustard. She could have asked for honey mustard week after week, but she liked the taste of real honey. It was just better. Regardless, she had acquired half of her almost daily snack, drawing it to her lips, only to stop when she remembered that they had been engaged in a very important conversation! Charlotte is missing? I don't think I have anything belonging to her. Amethyst orbs raised to meet the older girl's face, head timidly shaking a couple of times in reply. "No. I haven't" she spoke, soft and quiet, but not enough that it was lost within the conversation taking place behind her. Generally Selene was soft spoken but in the moment there were other things which made her feel just a little smaller than usual. Like the girl behind the counter, for instance! She was attractive, and in their current environment the heat generated sweat which made fabric cling to flesh. Not that Selene was attracted to girls! Well, probably not. She hadn't fully made her decision on that. Selene liked boys, was interested in boys, although not as much as she was interested in books. Knowing it was to be quite warm out today, Selene had chosen a lighter outfit, a thin white cotton sundress which, in the right light, showed off the silouhette of her figure. Not that she had much to show off, but she was at least proud of how her overall shape had filled out. She didn't need any support for that, at least. The sundress was also a great choice because it meant that one could properly wear a wide brimmed sunhat, and while that wasn't the same as her witch's hat it was similar enough to make her feel just a little more comfortable, which was important now as there were others standing behind her, and in a situation which involved many people she often found herself at a disadvantage. A party? Gosh. I think I would like to join a party. Who would invite her? Probably nobody. She generally wasn't invited to parties. It did allow her more time to read her books, at least. But sometimes she wished that somoene would invite her. It would be easier to make friends at a party, probably. Eyes widened momentarily when the cup Robin was holding overflowed with water. One hand extended to take hold of the cup once it was dried off. Both of them had become distracted in the moment, possibly for different reasons. Well, probably for different reasons. Robin seemed like the sort of person who could get invited to a party. "Thank you." A sip was taken from the cup. She had been thirsty. Wetting her throat would help with speaking loud enough to be heard. "If I see her I'll-" she began, only to stop when another employee suddenly showed up from the back! A boy named Derek. Popular. Tall. Handsome. Someone she recognized as being a worker here. She didn't want to interrupt either of them. They were both busy, after all. With a meek nod of her head Selene took a step to the side, knowing full well that the crowd behind her might surge forth in order to collect the various cups. Cup in one hand Selene raised the corndog to her lips, nibbling quietly upon the tip while her eyes darted about, following those who were present. Keep an eye out for Charlotte. I don't know where she usually goes though.

I've got some errands to run but I should be done in about a couple of hours. I'll get in a reply then!

That's fair, and I don't mind waiting! If you have an idea go ahead, and don't worry about rushing.

That sounds good to me! Would you like the first post then? Or shall I?

Well life happens! Although maybe you just weren't as interested in them as you thought?

What I put into her sheet was: While performing the Watching Hex upon Velvet a spooky, scary voice spoke to me in my mind! I think. It felt like something ominous was speaking, at least. Chastising me for poking my head where it doesn't belong. And then it ended. Really spooky. Is there something more to her?