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Dylan eyed Charlotte suspiciously. "Depends on how bad you want to burn Robin down." They leaned close to Charlotte, "I have a handful of X we can give him to play something else. I'll hold one back for each of us if you want." Dylan leaned back and smiled savagely, "The alternative is I do something drastic because I really like Robin." The party was bigger than what Dylan was used to, but the thrum of music, sexual energy and intoxication was familiar, even even they weren't used to having to seek it out. Or not being the primary attraction. It drew their mind back to the midway. To Robin, Was that why it felt so right there? The draw, the use, consumption without thought to who made it all happen? Had they always just been a manifestation of the same thing? They slipped an arm around Charlotte's waist as their smile softened. "Come on, Charlotte - I'm sure you've got something the party will enjoy that we can ask him to play instead of what your friends want to do." she encouraged as she danced them toward the DJ's table.

I have not read your next post yet. No, you don't have to tell me, I'm just fishing for insight into what kind of things he'd ask for - it's clear someone is going to get hurt - but who? how?

I have a question first - what's Mr. Askars want? What's his purpose in having Velvet on a leash?

Derek glared at Dylan before the freak tugged at his? shirt - those were tits. Nice ones by the look of it. 'Da fuq!?' he thought, trying not to let his jaw fall open. Derek threw his empty cup in Dylan's face, "Get the fuck out of here, fag. Go do whatever it is you freaks do, but don't let me see you." Dylan blinked in surprise - they'd expected to have to do something, probably demeaning - but Derek sent them on their way unmolested. They could see the flash in his eyes - there was more going on than he let on. Dylan said nothing, but stored it for later. As they walked toward the pool, Dylan glanced behind them and caught Derek watching their ass. 'Probably best to see it from that angle.' They thought as the gave a quick wink and turned their attention back to the house. Stepping onto the pool deck Dylan caught the tell-tale tiny form of Selene and quickened their pace to join her. Seeing Charlotte with her Dylan gave a friendly smile. Seeing the other girls gave then pause, but their confidence had been stoked by the encounter with Derek, and Dylan pushed on, waving weakly at the other two girls. "Hey Selene, Charlotte..." they said with a grin, peering into Selene's cup, Dylan pointed at the bar, "They have anything that's not a cup of hangover?" they asked Selene quietly. Being a party favor, Dylan had learned some things about drinking. And fruity colored shit was to be avoided - it was great until the puking started or the morning rolled around.

Dylan does have Blank Canvas. The question is, have they lost "freak"? I don't think I should get to decide that, but, in thinking about it, it seems like there would have to be witnesses seeing Derek and his friends interacting with Dylan in some other way.

I think he masks that awkwardness by telling me to "go on, get the fuck away from us" and lets me go up to the house because he thinks that's what I want. Either way, Derek is turned on but does Dylan mark experience for acting like a freak?

Freak Dylan rubbed the knuckle of their injured hand with the same thumb, unaware they were trying to decide which pain was more fulfilling. The boys were right though - Dylan was a freak, they just had no idea how much of a freak. They tried to offer Derek and his friends an engaging smile and gave a slight shrug, "Just delivering some party favors for a friend." They lied, thinking about the eXtasy in their pocket. "We can be friends." Dylan added with a wink. "Let me run up to the house for a sec and I can come back and make it worth your while." They tugged at the hem of their wrap, causing it to slip and reveal the slight rise of the bust their loose top concealed. They knew their tits were pretty - it's just that the rest....

Not guilty. Seems like a lot of work for pretty marginal payoff to me. Next person has seen someone they know in porn.

Not guilty. I love the rain - gentle showers, thunder storms anything in between. There is something sensual and soothing about rain on the window or the roof of a cabin or tent... I don't even mind driving in the rain. The next poster uses public transport regularly.

Guilty but it's not rejection - bills terrify me. I have a million things I's rather do and might be able to monetize that aren't my 9-6 grind, but I NEED TO KEEP THE BILLS PAID. People are free to laugh, tell me to fuck off, whatever, but I am a wage slave. Next poster tried to work for themself but wound up working for someone else again.

Guilty, I think. I think I'd do okay as a director or something, but as a well known "star: I'd end up making Justin Bieber look like a sane, reasonable individual. NExt poster has a brilliant idea for a script or show but doesn't know how to shop it.

Guilty. Sobriety was never a companion though. Next poster missed 80's dance music.

Guilty. I drink maybe a liter or two of water a week. The rest is coffee or tea and, at times, I'm such a lazy fuck that I drink instant coffee. Next poster has been a lifeguard.

Guilty. Just one, Armor by John Steakley. Next poster has a favorite Nickelodeon show they watch for comfort.

When Magda felt the cloth tighten on her forearms, she tensed. Control. Discipline. Command. Everything in her world demanded she be in charge. Patune would go berserk if she didn't reign him in. Kehrer would burn herself up or die because it hurt less than living. People trusted her. Emily's lips were on her. Hungry. Insistent. She lifted her hands against Emily's weight and leverage, but the kiss demanded her attention and the captiab surrendered to it. 'I trust her.' She kissed back, needing. Submitting to the demand with a soft moan. She pressed her nipples against Emily's by arching her back ant the same time she thrust her hip forward to better grind against the pilot's crotch. Yielding was delicious. Her sex seeped into her panties as she wriggled against Emily's thigh. Magda relaxed her shoulders and let Emily pull her hands down, behind her head. "I'll be good, I promise." Magda murmured,

Not guilty. When I drank I was either pulling from the top shelf or the bottom. Laphroaig, Pappy Van Winkle or Vat 69 and Evan Williams. I know what a truly exclusive bottle can set you back and how much you can save if just getting drunk is the day's business. Next poster has been straight edge for more than a decade.

Not guilty. My ADHD is too bad to hold still that long. Next poster has a favorite bourbon.

Guilty. More than a little bit. Hurts more than you've been lead to believe. Next poster carries an epipen.

Guilty. Herniated disc - no more skateboarding for me. Next poster can do a backflip off a diving board.

Guilty. Huge fan of both Irish folk music and American bluegrass which are the two places it figures most prominently. I feel like there was a folk metal band that I stumbled across that floored me with their use of banjo... Next poster has a daily running regimen.

Not guilty. Not much to say - I grew up with church but not faith. Ritual not belief. I love the pageantry of highly theatrical religious ceremony, but it occupies the same place in my mind as musical theater. As I have grown older I have been more and more certain that there is no love like religious hatred. Next poster likes black metal.

I like the idea of a Boost Bee supporting the larger frames. Does her hypo deliver a dose of one of three Boosts or Debuffs? Say Jacked! that gives the Boosted frame some extra strength (think kaiju adrenaline) that lets them do extra damage in physical combat at the cost of some minor exhaustion later? Dopamine Hit that can push pilot/Frame pairs towards Synch (and, since the Hive pilots don't use it, can act as a way to disrupt the Hive pilot/frame interface?). And some thing else?

Do we want to try to run this GMless during @roll to seduce's ongoing hiatus? It's kind of a janky way to do it, but I'm with all of you in absolutely adoring this game. My thought on how to approach that would be that when we post we each add a paragraph at the end for the NPCs and town itself. Thoughts?

Guilty. Writing this at work with a stack of shit to do on my desk. But, meh.. Next poster kissed a stranger.

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