WickedCadrach

Use that experience, haha Honestly, I'm not sure how much that dynamic will end up factoring it, but it's nice to know it's there. Our MC might be able to pull some cool conflict out with it.

Now that you mention it, Robin might make sense as a townie (despite being 'new in town'). She's there with her mom, running from their old life, but this was not the plan... college is on hold if it was ever on the table.

I think the themes of the game are interesting and many of them do overlap. Many people lose their virginity or have to figure out who they are and how they relate to their peers in college. The hormones are not at their peak, but still very much there, as can be the feeling of isolation. I think it can work. And no one can stop you from taking inspiration from high school drama and contextualizing it in a college town setting. *Bonus points for the drama between 'townie' and 'student'.

Don't know if anyone else has seen the comment update in Novaer's thread (linked at bottom), but it looks like the word from on high has come down and content involving minors will be banned once the ToS is updated, and enforcement is going to start shortly thereafter (they mention as early as the end of the month). It seems our high school monster romp is going to get caught in this (minor being broadly age<18). And I guess I just want to get the conversation going on what's to be done. It'll probably take a minute to digest, and obviously we have a minute to figure it out. My first thought is doing a setting shift from High School to College and adjusting existing posts/char details to make this easy going forward... but obviously, this is a touch jarring and people probably need time to look and process for themselves first. https://ecchidreams.com/dreamer/1-novaer/?status=47461&type=status

//Yes, I'll take the compel for a fate point.// As the kaiju began to peel away, driving for the outpost, Emily let out a feral scream. Through the neurofluid linking them Scylla felt her intention, the urgency and shape of the thought crashing over the BioFrame like a wave as Emily's body seized inside of her, tensed as if she were bodily throwing herself at the kaiju while wrapped in Scylla's net of dark tentacles. Scylla's tentacles fell around her like oars sweeping her eight-meter body across the ground, and propelling herself up, the white-steel-coated BioFrame grabbed the kaiju's flank, pulling herself along the circumference of it's abdomen by her tentacles and legs as one clawed arm stabbed into the tough hide, dragging and slicing in an attempt to unseam the massive creature. //Burglary roll for next available drone hack (3 successes so far) = 0 = (roll -1, -1, 0, 1) + (burglary +1) Fight roll to force the kaiju's attention = 6 = (roll 0, 0, +1, +1) + (fight +2) + (small but deadly +2)//

I think the way the game is written, a long as you can declare what you're fear is, you don't need MC permission? The MC gets involved if you pass and get an insight from it, but I think like the other moves you can just decide this is a moment to keep cool. (At least, I hope so. I did not ask permission before Robin's keep cool roll)

Can't just go showing off your supernatural knowledge and empathy to a girl going through a crisis of faith. There's definitely a small... small... part of Robin that's entertaining the idea that Velvet is a literal angel sent to help her. Aaaand we'll see how that goes

As Robin joined Velvet on the soft, pink bean bag chain, the sinking surface sliding them knee to knee, she listened. She listened quietly because that was what Robin had been brought up to do, and the longer she listened the more confused she became. She saw the lesson in the story Velvet was telling her, of course, but when she mentioned the sister who kissed the deacon, Robin flinched. Did she know? No, how could she? She had never told a soul. Nobody in Potter's Neck, apart from her mom and aunt, really knew what had happened back home—why her father wasn't here with them. Was it just coincidence? Robin lifted her chin, meeting Velvet's eyes and feeling drawn to them. Makeup and skulls, black polish and bare legs... Robin was again caught in the contradiction of her. She had every warning sign Robin had been raised to heed, and a part of her was still frightened by her... but she found herself drawn to her again and again. Holding her hand on the bean bag chair, their fingers slipped together, a momentary lacing as Robin felt her blood beginning to burn. There was one way she might know... a way Robin wasn't sure she believed in anymore. Looking into those shadowed eyes, Robin felt that tremble of fear and curiosity pulling her in again, and a stray thought, poetic and awestruck, strayed across her brain: the thought of angels and the words 'be not afraid'. There was something angelic in Velvet's beautiful darkness, she realized... perhaps in her prescience as well. And before she knew what she was doing, Robin nodded. "Yes," she exhaled faintly. Then again, a bit louder. "Yes." She pushed to her feet, feeling electric and a little dizzy. She was making this choice. She was doing it. Damn the consequences. She was living tonight. Turning to Lizzy, she said, "I won't need the wig and mask. I trust you. I want to be... hot." The word came out of her adult mouth like a child's first time swearing, stilted and awkward. "I want to be sexy." And turning to Velvet and Samantha, her limbs jittery with nerves and the restrained anxiety of the dramatic choice she'd just made, Robin said, "I don't know what to do. But I trust you. Thank you." And giving Velvet's hand another squeeze, she earnestly begged, "Please. Choose a swimsuit for me. I have no idea how to begin. Please." And Robin's sad eyes lit up like stars for that moment.

Have that String on Robin

I started writing my response and then it became clear. Yes, please make a Turn Someone On roll for this interaction with Robin. I would love to see how that goes

Hell yeah! Makes a ton of sense in this scene with Robin being visibly off balance. Velvet definitely picks up the flash of memory Robin has about her father. Robin's secret is that she saw her father (David), a respected deacon at her family's church, kissing the twenty-two year old church youth leader, Rebecca. When the rumors came out and scandal drove her mother to take her and move to Potter's Neck to be with her Aunt for a bit, Robin said nothing. When the church's investigation began to look into what did or didn't happen, she lied. She's kept what she saw to herself.

I don't think we have any Strings being exchanged yet. If Velvet had been unwilling to help Robin with the makeover, then I could have spent the Sting Robin has on Velvet to tempt her to go along with it. But it seemed like Velvet was good to go anyway. As far as I can tell, between players we only gain new Strings if we use those Turn Someone On or Shut Someone Down actions. And then we mainly lose them when we spend them with those Pulling Strings actions.

You are not wrong on that runtime. I ended up watching it when I had Covid. It is very good though. Definitely give it a wholehearted recommendation.

( I want to give her weapons. All that pain tolerance is going to be useful when the revolution comes ) (Also... a rewatch of Cloud Atlas may be in order.)

That's fair, and what ends up happening is definitely going to be at least a bit in Velvet's hands here. But I think the risk of trusting the Miller twins too much and ending up with compromising pictures being released is a great place to start. The idea that these pictures could get out to her mom or her aunt even (not just her peers) would be part of that risk. Also, there's a non-zero chance her outfit or any pictures taken could have her leaving the party branded a slut. (I'm not sure how that works with NPCs but getting a Condition applied to her would validate all of Robin's fears she's having here).

Robin could feel her face paling. She was trying to keep up, but the tiktok girls turning out their closets and selecting a pallet for her makeover were starting to make her nervous, and she found all she could do was weakly echo what was said to her. "Not that slutty? ... gone wild? ... He's packing?" This last comment actually confused her for a bare moment before Robin caught on to what the euphemism entailed, feeling her eyes widen and her face flush in response. It was yet another reminder that simply by being here, she had already strayed off the map... and 'here there be dragons'. However, the recollection that Derek was a man and that he did in fact have a penis was tempered by the nerve-inducing realization that he might see her on tiktok before she even left for the party. If he liked what he saw, he might even be waiting for her. Robin could almost visualize Derek parting the crowd of college party-goers, descending a sweeping staircase toward her with a look of awe on his face as he took her hand. Samantha's insult to her clothing drew her out of this reverie with the sharp sting of reality. "Right," she said dejectedly. And taking the first outfit Samantha offered, Robin slipped behind the curtain dividing the room in an instinctive act of modesty. It was woefully insufficient, even given the spaciousness of the twins' room, and it took less than a head-tilt for Velvet and the other two to see the blue cotton of the simple, high-waisted 'granny panties' and equally plain bra Robin wore as her skirt and top were folded onto the nearest bed. When she re-emerged, Robin held her elbow as if curling in protectively on herself, her other hand tugging the bottom of a dark, hip-hugging skirt that only came down to her mid-thigh. A black crop-top exposed the pale skin of her midriff and the slender curve of her navel while its fishnet sleeves crisscrossed down her arms to two small loops that she hadn't been able to figure out but that the other girls knew immediately were meant to go around her thumb and middle finger to secure the sleeves. "I don't know..." Robin said, sounding only a little less awkward than she felt. "It feels a bit... much...?" And she placed a hand over the low-cut neck, feeling where the cold silver of her cross necklace lay in her modest cleavage—now being helped along by the crop-top's tight shaping. She had taken off her shoes but Samantha's bundle included a pair of dark stockings that came up high enough to cover her knees and leave a light band of exposed skin between their hem and the bottom of the skirt, and Robin kept shifting on her toes, squirming in a way that made it obvious she felt like she was completely naked below the waist. As she caught sight of herself in the closet mirror, Robin felt a flutter in her heart and a cold tension in her stomach. Her father's coarse voice rose in the back of her mind in that moment, accompanied by an unwelcome memory. In the memory she was smaller, sitting on a bench at the mall food court during a summer day. Her mother was joining them soon but her daddy had stopped to get her a hotdog while they waited. She was pointing. Look at the pretty lady, Dad! she'd said with the innocence of the child she had been. The woman in her memory had been wearing a skirt like this one. Her father had scowled, and from his voice it was clear to Robin that she was in trouble like she so often was. Harlot, he'd said under his breath. There should be laws. And turning to her, his eyes hard and his hand gripping her wrist, he'd said, If I ever catch you dressing like that, I'll throw you out on the street with the other whores. And then, letting go and taking a bite of his hotdog, as if he'd only said something natural, her father added, I'd sooner see you dead than walking like that in public. For the second time, Robin broke her reverie, her hands clutching her elbows as she bit her lip against the dread boiling up inside. She wanted to quit, to take it all off, go home and bury her face in her pillow—to forget she'd ever even tried. It was too much, too terrifying. "I don't think I can do this," Robin said, her eyes locking onto Velvet's, the vulnerability in the statement clear on her lips as she held herself tighter.

Submerged in the flow of synch between herself and Scylla, Emily focused her attention on the drone, feeling its wireless signal through her BioFrame's sensors the way she felt the static before a thunderstorm or the smell of distant earth and burnt concrete just before the wind changed. The black tentacles at her chest lifted her chin, coaxing deeper contact from her lips and tongue against the flesh wall her face had folded into, drinking up the dew of sweat already starting to form on her neck and brow. They could do this. Together... they just needed to stay out of the kaiju's jaws. //Burglary roll for drone hack (2 successes so far) = 1 = (roll -1, 0, 0, 1) + (burglary +1) Fight roll for evasion = 3 = (roll 1, 1, 0, -1) + (fight +2) I'm out of fate points, so we're just going to focus on evasion for a little//

That's why I'm keeping a separate notes doc with all these names and descriptions (and not just because I'm a compulsive world-builder).

Robin sat on the ottoman with her ankles crossed and her hands gripping the edge of the pink cushion top as if it might fly off at any moment. Her dark, ankle-length skirt draped her legs, but in the bright 'stage-lighting' of the tiktokers' set, the slim curve of her calf and knee was nearly as apparent as it would have been naked. The white, dollar-store shoes that she wore to work at the concession stand were visible against the more animated colors of the twins' room, and Robin had tugged the cuffs of her wrist-length top over her thumbs as she fidgeted nervously at the braid that bundled her midnight-dark hair over her shoulder. "I'm, um... Lizzy?" Robin stammered bashfully, looking at the tripod the twins used to brace their cameras or phones for filming. "Are you sure its ok? I mean, I've never been in a video like this before... I don't want to, um, m-mess anything up. For you." Robin picked up a neon-green piece of clothing that had been dropped off the side of the ottoman, thinking it might have been a set of panties and dropping it as it unrolled in her fingers to show a net of attached straps criss-crossing into a one piece that left very little piece between the top and bottom. "Maybe this isn't a good idea," Robin said hurriedly, feeling the sort of anxiety usually reserved for exams and talks with her father. "I mean. Derek was probably just teasing, right? He doesn't really expect me to show up?"

I'm not sure either, unless it was an improvised name trying to tease out more for the fashion friends? Our named 'popular girls' so far are Karla, Claire, and Cindy. Also, love Samantha and Lizzy ❤

My take is that Robin and Velvet have mostly seen each other in passing at Playland since Robin's initial surprise save from Mr. Ascars. I think that night, they probably just walked for a bit until Velvet felt ok breaking off, with Robin talking about being new in town and starting at the community college in the fall as a Junior but getting little back from the enigmatic Velvet (Vel has a way of ingratiating herself without overcommitting to people/groups, so this makes sense to me). Since then, Robin's seen her with a bunch of different cliques and individuals (may have even seen her in the opening hour of her 'date' with Danny, the missing kid)—and this gives Robin the impression that Velvet is extremely popular and well-liked, maybe not quite grasping how shallow a lot of these connections are. Overall, Robin looks at Velvet like she's on the inside of a world Robin's only seen from afar. She's intrigued because everything from how she dresses to how she behaves is the sort of girl Robin's family and church always warned her to avoid. Yes, I'm good with this. Robin is with Velvet and a couple of Vel's friends in a suburban bedroom of one of the friends looking at options. @DreamsnThings with the beauty school friends are you thinking hair and makeup too or is Velvet kinda focused on getting the clothing right?

I have a spindown at hand that rolled for 8.

What if instead of focusing on what Dylan's sex 'is', we focus on why it feels arbitrary or confusing. For instance, what if this Dylan is not the first Dylan? They are the last but after they escaped their makers, they found all the other 'broken toys'. They were all clearly Dylan, but varieties: fem Dylans, masc Dylans, futa Dylans, etc. At that point we could just roll a die because the arbitrary nature of that aspect of our Dylan has been brutally displayed for them.

I think I encountered a page of this somewhere once before. This is actually quite smooth and focused looking. Also looks right up this crowd's alley. If I wasn't already pushing it on RPs, I'd say let's try it (not that other people can't... you know what I mean)

We may be getting caught up too much on the 'sex as an aesthetic' idea here. Nobody gets to choose their sex when they're born, why should Dylan? You could roll a d20: 2-10: male; 11-19: female; 1 or 20: intersex. Maybe the forced limitation will bring on a new insight? Alternately, we could go Edward Scissorhands on this. Dylan was a toy, but one that was being worked on or molded to the particular caprices of their makers, and their genitals are the most apparent sign of this. (Though, subtext of genital mutilation may be a bit grimmer than we were looking for in this game... idk). also, didn't have to just bury 'boys' like that,