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Dylan poured the pills into their hand carefully and moved their fingers around to shift the collection on their palm. Examining them told them little, but The Maker had sometimes given them drugs, these looked familiar and Dylan pocketed them and set the vase down. These might come in handy at the party. Dylan found a green and black beach wrap that hung artfully to almost their knees and a jade green silky tank that matched perfectly. They also found a pair of black bikini bottoms that were small enough to fit their narrow waist and very slightly flared hips. There was a pair of black harem pants, but Dylan knew they didn't have enough money for all of it. But they did have a handful of X - a pill or tow could go a long way. They made their way to the counter and laid their choices down. He offered the girl at the counter a demure smile and the small wad of cash. "Uh, I'm a little short - but I think I can make it up to you," they said, producing a single white tablet from their pocket.

Dylan was unprepared for the proximity but it was the glimpse of Selene's body that completely flustered them. They tried to step back and stumbled, falling backwards and landing on their very pretty ass. "Uh, yeah, sure I can probably help." They stammered, looking up at the sun limned girl, Her face was shadowed, but somehow her boobs were still outlined by the light, "Wh- what do you need help with?" This sucked. Literally everyone they talked to left Dylan confused and searching for what to say, how to act - except when they'd tried to stand up for Robin. But that could hardly be categorized as a resounding success, It did suck quite a lot less than servicing The Maker. Didn't it? At least then there wasn't much to know, Dylan gave their head a shake and regained their feet with the smooth, easy grace of a dancer, and dusted themself off, then pointed to the nearby second-hand store, "Uh, the store's right here, um thanks?" Dylan added, still feeling very awkward and uncertain. They took a few hesitant steps toward the shop, and finding Selene following continued until the reached the rickety sliding door. Throughout the short walk Dylan babbled disjointedly about ideas for what they could wear. Inside they pulled items that caught their eye and held them up for Selene to offer advice on. As the pair rounded a corner, Dylan caught their reflection is a black glass vase and hated everything they saw, They stared for a moment, gazing through his own eyes into the emptiness where a soul should be. Dylan shook their head, trying to clear their thoughts and get something to wear. Something pretty, but not super femme, you know, something hot,

Looks like Selene and Dylan are kind of headed that way - I'm replying to her right now.

It's certainly not deep, thoughtful setting or challenging themes, but it does, at least to my eye, achieve what it's trying to well. Granted, that's mostly a I Roved Out In Search of Truth and Love style sex and swords romp, but it does that well. Whether or not that needed to be done is another discussion. Again, for my part, I say it did need to be done. It's a far less misogynistic Macho Women With Guns,

Funny you should mention that, I just posted seeing Selene out as if she was looking. You might be able to get an assistant who would be very happy to know where Robin lives.

As Dylan made their way to the thrift store, they caught a glimpse of Selene and jogged to catch up with her. "Hey," they began, breathing a little heavy and a little nervous about asking her for help. "Uh, can I ask you a favor?" They asked, eyes downcast and voice quavering a little. They paused, drew a couple of slow breaths to catch their breath. Selene's deep, amethyst eyes were stunning and Dylan lost themself in them for a moment before they remembered the whole point of this. "Could you help me pick out some clothes for this party? I promised Robin I'd go, but I don't own much beside this." They said, gesturing at their body with both hands.

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He wants to be a mother fucker, by rolling +hot, you can make him see that he doesn't want to be a mother fucker to you. By pulling the string you get on him, you can convince him to be a mother fucker to who you want him to. It's essentially what Robin did to Dylan. She rolled hot and hit, hard. She got a string and I got to choose how I acted. I chose promise something I think she wants. I thought she wanted me to go to the party. Turns out she did, I took the experience so now I have to go. Her intent was not to hurt me, but it could have been.

I think rolling +hot to get a string does the same thing as rolling +cold to manipulate, just with a bit more flavor. You're still tricking them, just by making them think you want them, not them to do what you want. Mechanically, roll +hot, pull a string gets you the same result, and, of your intent is to deceive, it's every bit as cold.

@Chiyako, where is Selene? I don't know if Dylan has a phone, though they should get one. But I think @WickedCadrach has a good idea beach kimono in black rayon with gold kanji over a black camisole and some MC Hammer harem pants. It feels like their aesthetic. Does Dylan run into Selene on their way to the thrift?

You know, I don't hate that. What if they have kind of non-committal little boobs that might just be Dylan being really soft but could just as likely be breasts, and they show up in a mankini. Like, I know that it looks kind of like the murder in an Agatha Christie novel in terms of ridiculous stretch, and it might push too close to slap stick, but it is tempting. Shorts and a tight tank that reveal a kind of "mystery bust" kind of gets to the same place without the potential silliness. Again, thoughts? I don't want to hijack the game with unintended silliness.

Shit! Fuck! Shitfuck! (everyone go watch Blind Fury with Rutger Hauer for context) I meant to ask - what's everyone think Dylan finds at the thrift store? I really have no idea how they're "plumbed" but a bikini might answer some questions, Dylan's as much a mystery to themself as they are to me, so I'm open to suggestions.

This is an open invite to everyone who's joined the club lately, there's plenty of room in the Liberation Union for recruits ready to smut their way to victory over the Hive. It's not just smut, but we have that too.

Roll +hot to turn someone on - that gives you a string. The stat line you have gives you a +1 hot. Pulling a string allows you to take a +1 on a roll against someone or tempt them to do something they want. But, don't be afraid to roll a bad stat - failing let's you mark experience. And it's very unlikely you'll be out of the story, no matter how bad things get. Unlike D&D a fail isn't a disaster, it just means the story doesn't go the way you say.

Dylan could not ignore the sparks that danced up his arm from where Robin's hand lay atop theirs. And then her thumb brushed their knuckle. They were used to being touched, but not used to it being for them. Their breath caught in their chest, and they nodded, "Yes," Dylan promised, thinking that was what Robin wanted. They swallowed, trying to find their voice, but it came out soft and breathy, higher than Robin's, "I'll go." Dylan was pretty sure it wasn't going to be as good a chance for them as it was Robin, at least not in the same way. 'But,' they reasoned, 'if it made it better for Robin, that would be good, right?' Dylan closed his eyes for a second before they looked Robin in the eyes. They nodded once, withdrew their hand, money crumbled in a fist that still tingled with a strange excitement. Dylan watched Robin for a moment as the girl tried to catch Velvet and drifted off silently, ducking between two midway games to hunker down behind the Tilt-A-Whirl and watch. 'A fucking party?' They asked themself, watching a boy, not terribly different from Derek, wrap an arm around a girl not terribly different from Robin. Dylan looked sown at their clothes, trying to see themself in shorts and a baseball jersey, utterly failing and laughing at the notion softly. Shaking their head the Hollow pushed themself to their feet with an easy grace and slunk out of Playland toward The House. They hated it there, but where else was there to go? The thrift store. Three bucks and change might just score something to wear... a bikini, maybe?

Laying nude in Patune's cockpit, his tendrils wrapped around her body pulsing softly, Magda was enjoying a post coital rest. The pleasant warmth of Patune's close cockpit a huge improvement over the chill air of the barracks. The comms screeched a sudden warning, causing pilot and BioFrame to jerk. Payarkoon blinked as Patune's hardware pushed the data through his tendrils into her consciousness. "What the actual fuck?!" the Captain barked, mentally urging the BioFrame to withdraw the thick tendril that pulsed so pleasantly in her sex. As it slid free, Frame and Pilot both gave a slightly sad sigh. Patune lumbered to his feet as Magda contacted the lifter. "Immediate dustoff! Grab Patune and Granite - Patches and Scylla are tangled up with a kaiju." As the lifter confirmed the order, Flora scrambled for Granite and Magda started parsing the data Scylla and Emily had collected. It didn't male sense until Magda notice the camera drone filming Scylla running through the Hive formation. It was a set up all right, just not the one they'd thought. Scylla was all over Hive broadcasts and news feeds, superimposed over crashed transports. None of the crashes the small frame had caused were particularly serious, but the feeds showed things as much worse. The whole fucking thing was a propaganda op. Magda was pissed. Not half as pissed as Patches would be though, so she tucked the imformation away. "Ya," She replied to the recon team using her own call sign - it was the word for 'granny' her mother had taught her, and some shit head had called her that years ago and somehow it had stuck. At first, she'd hated it, but as time had gone by, Magda had grown into it. "do NOT engage. I repeat, this is Ya, do NOT engage, We're dusting off with reinforcements." Magda desperately wanted to tell Emily to fuck the Hive, but there was no way the girl could. Or should, if Magda was being entirely honest. then an idea struck her. "Patches - the Hive has a camera drone in the air - the broadcast you charging toward the outpost and doctored the crashes to make them look much worse. Can you hack that drone while Scylla dodges the kaiju - we need fifteen minutes flight time." On the far side of the mountains, the cyan line of high energy light lanced into the side of the lumbering monster. The slime and water that covered it boiled away, causing it pain, if not serious injury, and the beast wheeled toward the scampering BioFrame. //Give me burglaryto hack that drone - for now the Kaijus has thee enraged aspect and will chase Scylla - but she'll have to stay close enough to keep its attention.//

Guilty, but I am supposed to be working and am on a deadline.

Going to be a while before I can post my wrap up for this scene.

Dylan tensed as Derek grabbed them, anticipating the hurt. They weren't afraid of pain - in a way it was a welcome, understandable way to fill the empty. Derek kind of pulled Dylan into a rough side hug, encouraging them to pay for the drinks. The hurt called and Dylan got ready to shove Derek off and invite the expected fury. Instead Robin stepped forward and pulled money out of her purse to appease her "co-worker." Dylan kind of sighed, torn between the possibility of what her action meant and the need to feel. As her shoulder slipped out of her uniform shirt and her little silver cross glinted between her breasts, Robin gave Derek a blushing smile. A smile that Dylan felt in their chest like the hoped for blow from Derek. He invited her to the party too and started to move off with his court of friends and hangers-on, A bikini? Again, Dylan's chest ached, but they felt a stir lower, warmth spreading low in their belly and a flush rising in their cheeks. When Derek's attention had moved to the other girls, Dylan caught Robin's glance and slid past Selene with a weak, uncertain smile. They approached the counter and fished three rumpled singles and a few coins in change out of their loose culottes and laid it on the counter. "He's not wrong - broke as fuck, - but here." They looked down at their hand, laying on the meager payment and started to turn away, "Uh, thanks." Dylan added, giving Selene a quick look, as if to ask 'Am I doing this right?' before trying to meet Robin's gaze, but struggling to get past the cross, before stalling completely at her lips.

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.

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!?"

Not guilty - but only because salt and pepper wont stick to the skin. Next poster can't wait for gazpacho season.

Nah, I just think that means your ADHD is as bad as mine. And, "No," @WickedCadrach, I have not forgotten Patches and Scylla. This evening. Unless I see something shiny.