If that's your intent, then 'accidental' bra removal doesn't seem all that clear.
Maybe he should just tell her to get comfortable and take it off. Mention it directly. Ryan should also make clear that he likes her chest, she should not be ashamed, and the only reason he tried to avoid looking before was because he didn't want to define her by that either. He probably over compensated and made it seem like he didn't like them and that she should feel the same, but that's not what he meant.
Look me dead in the eye and tell me you could explain that to a girl in meatspace. Conversation doesn't flow like that, and quite frankly there's a give and take that it doesn't acknowledge. As far as I'm concerned, our vote is for the first line in the conversation and after that good fucking luck holding onto the reigns. Our author is a lonely neckbeard. Most of our voters are not that great in terms of romance- and these girls are far too close to the edge to risk on this. Go short, go safe, and make it funny so the GM doesn't fuck us.
I'm aware conversation doesn't flow like that. That's why I didn't use quotations in that or the first draft vote (which, just to reiterate, I was planning on cutting down anyway). It was a rough draft at putting down the points that I was hoping Ryan to get to during the conversation, however the flow of it actually occurred. It was really more spitballing and putting things down before I forgot them than a concrete plan at that point.
If you have a game plan in your head of what ideas or points you want to bring into a conversation you have a better chance of actually getting to them, even if you have to toss out things, including the order, when it actually occurs (which is pretty much always). This is true in text or real time/world conversations. And that internal plan can be reflected in a vote.
There's back and forth and give and take in any conversation. You want to strive for more active listening rather than talking in any conversation. It's kind of hard to put into votes each time without seeming repetitive. On the other hand you don't want to assume the PC will listen rather than talk over without specific instruction. Hm.
But maybe bullet points would have gotten that across a bit better...
Anyway, that last post was posted without me noticing the latest update.
Looking her in the eye is good. Ryan's eye will inevitably wander but so long as he can get his view back to her eyes, he isn't actively staring or obviously not looking it should be fine.
As for anything else...I don't want to try to go into a long spiel, but if we want to get her talking about her worries at all she may need to be prompted.
[] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
When he dies, I want an epilogue with a tombstone and on it should be written, "He stared at the sun, and unfortunately the sun look right back at him".
Unless Marie wears something lacy, at which point it could go either way.
[X] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[X] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
Look me dead in the eye and tell me you could explain that to a girl in meatspace. Conversation doesn't flow like that, and quite frankly there's a give and take that it doesn't acknowledge. As far as I'm concerned, our vote is for the first line in the conversation and after that good fucking luck holding onto the reigns. Our author is a lonely neckbeard. Most of our voters are not that great in terms of romance- and these girls are far too close to the edge to risk on this. Go short, go safe, and make it funny so the GM doesn't fuck us.
Your vote is for the general jist of the conversation. I don't usually go word-for-word, but I try to at least include everything you wanted to talk about in some way.
[x} "I really want you to be comfortable around me, so please do not unnecessarily strain your back on my account."
[x] Once she returns, complement her outfit. Also, compliment her assets.
[x] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[x] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
[x] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[x] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
[X] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[X] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
[X] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[X] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
I'm reasonably certain this will go horribly wrong
[x] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[x] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
Wellp, here we go, I don't think I can think of much else....
[X] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[X] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen. No pressure, though. You can both just relax.
-[X] Things that you'll mention if she asks, or if they can help with any concerns she brings up.
--[X] You can't tell her how to feel, but for what it's worth you don't think she should be ashamed of her breasts. They're a feature of hers, simply something she has. No, you don't dislike her breasts. Truth be told, they're very nice.
--[X] But Marie is an amazing soldier, comrade, and friend. A great person. That's what matters.
--[X] If you tried to avoid looking before it was because you didn't want her to think that feature was all you thought of her or all that mattered.
--[X] You might have overcompensated on that front. If you made her feel bad in that or any other way, you're sorry.
--[X] You've been trying, and will keep trying to support and encourage them. You'll keep trying to do better because they all deserve your best.
I think that gets a lot of the points I was going for. A bit of a list but shouldn't play out as a lecture either. It's mainly to cover what Ryan thinks about some things that are likely to come up, but lets Marie bring up her concerns (and Ryan listens) rather than Ryan lecturing, and then he can respond if needed.
[X] Look her in the eye. God, Mattis, and the Holy Ghost could be standing behind her, but look her in the eye.
-[X] Ask if there's anything on her mind or worrying her. Then listen.
Well, I wasn't sure they'd all come up, so I did leave that caveat before the list, along with listening to her as the basis, to make it less speech-y. But the different points might domino into each other...
It's mostly to establish what his thoughts are on several things that might or might not come up during the conversation.
Again, they might not all come up. It's not a quoted speech. The update might end in a vote on a certain point. It's more articulating Ryan's thoughts on certain things, which might help.
=\\Tactical Waifus Quest//=
Part 96: Unzip your genes
Marie returned a moment later in… substantially the same outfit. Her hair was mussed differently, and from the way her chest sagged you could tell she'd replaced the combat-ready sports bra from earlier with something else. Quite possibly the lacy number from your visit to the White House, but you weren't going to stare at her chest long enough to get confirmation.
No, you were going to stare right into her eyes. She may or may not know it, but she's got an astonishing rack. That wasn't relevant right now, you didn't—you couldn't—want her thinking that all you saw in her was a walking pair of tits.
Though, looking her in the eye wasn't quite as hard as you'd expected. Yes, there was that ever-present temptation to sneak a quick glance downward at the twin fertile crescents under her shirt. The urge to make some convoluted pun about the Mesopotamian plain and her cleavage.
But those primal urges were neatly balanced out by the sweet, girlish smile on her face. Earlier, you'd been able to tell how uncomfortable her bra must've been. Now you could tell that she was happy as a clam to have it off. Her smile was small, but sweet all the same, and she floated on clouds as she shuffled your way.
"Feel better?" you asked, patting the bed beside you.
"Yes," said Marie with a nod. She sat down beside you and rested her head on your shoulder. "Thank you."
"You didn't have to do that, you know," you said, putting your arm around her waist and gently kneading the fat on her hip. There was something delightful about how soft she was against your fingers. "I want you to be comfortable."
She shrugged. "But I want you to be comfortable." She looked up at you with a lidded smile. "You take such good care of us, I didn't want to impose."
"It's— they're not an imposition," you said, squeezing her just so.
"That's… nice of you to say," she said.
You gave her a sideways look. "Marie, if there's anything worrying you, or anything on your mind at all, you can talk to me. You know that, right?"
She nodded, but said nothing.
"No pressure though," you said, leaning back onto the bed while being careful to leave lots of space. "Tonight is about you, okay?"
She nodded and lay down beside you, snuggling up against your side like you were a warm blanket. She was pretty warm herself, and like all the girls she smelled amazing. You kept your hand low around her waist as she snuggled, holding her close while she found a comfortable position to lie.
"For what it's worth," you felt the words slipping out. Maybe it would've been wiser to just let her sleep, but… the poor thing needs to know you're not judging her already. "I don't think you've got anything to be ashamed about."
To your surprise, Marie nodded. "I know," she said softly. "It's… it's not my fault, but still…"
You scrunched up your face. Her fault?
Marie must've noticed your reaction. "You… you don't know?"
You shook your head, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Marie."
Her blush was visible even in the darkened bedroom. "My boobs," Marie motioned towards the offending section of her anatomy as if she'd been in the watermelon smuggling business this whole time. "I was a mistake, you know that, right?"
"No…?" you said. The way she was talking, it seemed like she expected you to know this.
"You didn't read our files?" asked Marie inquisitively.
You shrugged. "I read your training reports," you admitted. "My eyes kinda glazed over during the medical jargon."
"Oh," Marie nodded. "I don't… yeah, I guess that makes sense. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No," you said with majorly authority. "No, tonight is all about you, Marie. Bring up whatever you want. Or don't, if you'd rather."
She thought for a moment. "No, I… I don't know, it feels sorta good to talk about this."
You motioned for her to continue. "I'm all ears, Marie."
She nodded. "It's like I said, I'm a mistake. Riley was the first, you know. At least the first viable one."
You chose not to dwell on the philosophical and ethical implications of that.
"I was made off the research done on her, but…" Marie moved your hand onto her belly and pressed it into her soft skin. You could feel muscle under her fat, but she wasn't close to Riley's shredded six-pack. "My genes weren't encoded right. They had to… patch me up, I guess. They fixed me, sort of… but…"
She sighed and hung her head. "These," she motioned to her chest, "are kinda the sign of that. They had to mess with my hormones to keep me from dying and… and even now I'm not at lean as the others. I'm not… built right. Like they are."
She shook her head. "I thought… maybe you'd like them. I know some people do, but you're the first who didn't make me feel slimy about it. But…it's what you've been saying. We're soldiers, and… and as a soldier I'm a mistake who had to get bodged into working."
>Wat do?
Adhoc vote count started by theJMPer on Sep 12, 2018 at 4:04 PM, finished with 9 posts and 5 votes.
[X] "Marie. You pull your weight just like Riley, Hannah, Shelby, or any other of the team. Maybe it is less nurture and more nature with you than with the others, but I wouldn't change a thing about you as a girl or a soldier."
[X] Raise eyebrow carefully.
-[X] At what point have I given one solitary fuck about what the nerds did when they made you?
-[X] No.
-[X] I was given ten operational girls. That hasn't changed, and as far as I can tell won't change. No matter what.
Her blush was visible even in the darkened bedroom. "My boobs," Marie motioned towards the offending section of her anatomy as if she'd been in the watermelon smuggling business this whole time. "I was a mistake, you know that, right?"
"No…?" you said. The way she was talking, it seemed like she expected you to know this.
"You didn't read our files?" asked Marie inquisitively.
You shrugged. "I read your training reports," you admitted. "My eyes kinda glazed over during the medical jargon."
"Oh," Marie nodded. "I don't… yeah, I guess that makes sense. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No," you said with majorly authority. "No, tonight is all about you, Marie. Bring up whatever you want. Or don't, if you'd rather."
She thought for a moment. "No, I… I don't know, it feels sorta good to talk about this."
You motioned for her to continue. "I'm all ears, Marie."
She nodded. "It's like I said, I'm a mistake. Riley was the first, you know. At least the first viable one."
You chose not to dwell on the philosophical and ethical implications of that.
"I was made off the research done on her, but…" Marie moved your hand onto her belly and pressed it into her soft skin. You could feel muscle under her fat, but she wasn't close to Riley's shredded six-pack. "My genes weren't encoded right. They had to… patch me up, I guess. They fixed me, sort of… but…"
She sighed and hung her head. "These," she motioned to her chest, "are kinda the sign of that. They had to mess with my hormones to keep me from dying and… and even now I'm not at lean as the others. I'm not… built right. Like they are."
She shook her head. "I thought… maybe you'd like them. I know some people do, but you're the first who didn't make me feel slimy about it. But…it's what you've been saying. We're soldiers, and… and as a soldier I'm a mistake who had to get bodged into working."
{X} "Marie. You pull your weight just like Riley, Hannah, Shelby, or any other of the team. Maybe it is less nurture and more nature with you than with the others, but I wouldn't change a thing about you as a girl or a soldier."
[X] Raise eyebrow carefully.
-[X] At what point have I given one solitary fuck about what the nerds did when they made you?
-[X] No.
-[X] I was given ten operational girls. That hasn't changed, and as far as I can tell won't change. No matter what.
[X] "Marie. You pull your weight just like Riley, Hannah, Shelby, or any other of the team. Maybe it is less nurture and more nature with you than with the others, but I wouldn't change a thing about you as a girl or a soldier."
[X] "Marie. You pull your weight just like Riley, Hannah, Shelby, or any other of the team. Maybe it is less nurture and more nature with you than with the others, but I wouldn't change a thing about you as a girl or a soldier."
[X] "Marie. You pull your weight just like Riley, Hannah, Shelby, or any other of the team. Maybe it is less nurture and more nature with you than with the others, but I wouldn't change a thing about you as a girl or a soldier."
[X] "Marie. You pull your weight just like Riley, Hannah, Shelby, or any other of the team. Maybe it is less nurture and more nature with you than with the others, but I wouldn't change a thing about you as a girl or a soldier."
