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@WickedCadrach @WritesNaughtyStories @Chiyako @DreamsnThings We look down on Potter's Neck most popular attraction, conveniently located right next to the bridge taking people on and off the island, Playland. There's a steady flow of people going through the different attraction, mostly families visiting from a far. We zoom in closer to look at the concessional booth. A narrow building whose roof is shaped to look like a hotdog. The summer sun beaming down on the mostly plastic building leaving the inside sweltering. The various grills did not help. Leaving the poor girl working there alone drenched in sweat, with little but a smal

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 c

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.

"One corndog with mustard," Robin said, her voice lilting with a tired but pleasant melody to it. And expecting Selene's next question, she apologetically added, "and we still don't have any honey. I've asked my aunt Mari about it, though, so I'll let you know if we get some." As she pulled the spigot to fill the small girl's free water cup, Robin's smile faltered a bit. With her other hand, she rubbed the back of her neck with a damp rag wrapped around an ice cube, sighing into the momentary relief from the oppressive heat before turning back to the underclassman. "You're sure you haven't seen Charlotte around? I know she runs off like

Questions are to help framing and prompt narration. If you're ready to add your own narration you can do that.

Interestingly that... might be an interesting tidbit for several reasons...

Damn, I realize rolling Cold was risky, but fucksauce - that's a pretty epic fail. However, the fun has begun.

I think the idea of Velvet being in the orbits of a bunch of cliques without being truly 'in' with any of them is a cool starting place. If Velvet knows little tidbits on ppl they'd have to be really little though (like Selene's honey) because mechanically, big influential knowledge would be a String. I might offer that Velvet has noticed Robin wears the same little silver cross necklace every day.

Ok it'll be a few hours before i can reply but wanted to bounce a few ideas to gauge intrest. I want to set velvet up as someone oddly connected, especially for someone who presents themselves as goth. Namely leaning into the ability she has to learn secrets due to her infernal playbook to basically be... a bit connected to every social circle (IE in a given day she might spend time with the jocks, theater kids, goths, skaters, etc) without ever seeming to be... affected by the normal conflicts that come from being in multiple normally conflicting clicks... namely due to her learning peoples wants, desires, and fears and "relating" to t

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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!

i GM with, mostly, improv, and even then i screw up, and for me its like "either now or never" thing, where my head is always busy and if i dont do a thing right when i remember it, then i just forget about them unless i forcefully try to remember them, but it feels like forcing yourself to stay in on position while sitting in a chair. Then i get used to signals, and then i ignore them... ADHD is more of a curse than a blessing... though i guess i owe it my creativity.

Cool I have an idea, but I'll try to be quick (I don't want people to feel like they have to 'take turns' necessarily. We can always edit to tweak stuff if people's replies come right on top of each other).

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

Ok, so I want to make sure I understand the game flow right. @roll to seduce framed our first scene (love it btw), and put some framing questions in green text. We're answering those framing questions in this discussion thread, right? But then are we waiting for another post from our MC? or are we good to start writing into the scene? (I just don't want to jump the gun if I misunderstood) ~~ Selene was on her way home, but stopped to visit Robin and get her daily snack. They are were chatting. What were they chatting about? @Chiyako What if Robin is a bit anxious and asking Selene if they've seen Charlotte? Maybe Cha

you're good. The advantage of play by post is that it's not happening in real-time. That's tough. There are some things I'm like that on. I need to set phone alarms and post-it notes or I will just literally never do them. I will also procrastinate on stuff to the point where I'm staring at my calendar and saying insane things like: "If I write 10k words a day for the next four days I can finish without needing to ask for 'a couple extra days'."

Gotcha! Ill bin that idea then @Chiyako also that sounds great!

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.

Am i a shitty GM if i keep forgetting about the games to the point that everyone forgets about them? I gm for 1-2 years and i never finished even a oneshot because over time i keep forgetting that i run a game and it just dies out? (Repost from monster hearts thread)

You can answer and dicuss the questions here.

Your darkest self is supposed to be the state you're in when you lose control of your monstrous part You stop being a teenager and you give in to your monstrous cravings. This often means you take on the role of the villain of the story, and that might work well for an opening scene. But really the point of an opening scene is to figure out what kind of narrative we're looking for. So for a first season I don't think I want to start you out in your darkest self.

Maybe, also, f, i meant to post it in general discussion

Am i a shitty GM if i keep forgetting about the games to the point that everyone forgets about them? I gm for 1-2 years and i never finished even a oneshot because over time i keep forgetting that i run a game and it just dies out?

Any added details there?

Either works for me! Though this third option seemes nice... it could be that well the connection worked for a moment... something sinister spoke in your head chastising you for poking your nose in where it doesn't belong before the connection snapped? Leading to that exchange itself being a string?

Well since it can be physical or nonphysical I can certainly see it being something... along the lines of dirt on me... aaaannnnd you happen to have a hex that lets you see through my eyes... maaaybe you saw abit of mr ascars true self or the tasks he sends me on?

Would anyone like to have one (or more) strings on velvet to start off? I have 2 left that could just go to mr ascars but id rather give them out to others

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