Fae Mood - A Flying Circus Quest

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Speaking of the egg, I wonder what the Commander plans to do with it.
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*That* is the million dollar question. While We are in no state to fight The Commander on this, Nothing good comes out of that egg. The best thing that could happen is that they shoot it, we watch them do it, and a local metallurgist pays us for the shell.
 
Something I've noticed is that I seem to have a very united group following this Quest. The votes are almost always pretty much unanimous, and the only time people seem to be really divided is when they're scared of simply making the wrong choice because they don't know what to do. I'm glad it's you guys at the helm and not a chaotic argumentative mess.
 
6-2 Life Is Too Short
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    • [x] Doctor's Order's
    —Order at the discretion of TR—
    - Spend time with Gunther as Confident
    - Vice with Riya using Cannabis
    - Vice with Riya using Dinking
    - *Stolen from Plan Stress Relief* engage in lesbianism with Riya until we both feel curly-toed -helping along her vice for casual sex in gratitude for saving our entire ass
    - Get Real with Riya. We feel very strongly about her, and we almost died. We should find out if they feel the same way
    - We are having memory's that don't belong to us. Use Hallucinogens to find out what's going on.

    "Wait, wait." You said, grabbing your neck and realizing your necklaces were gone. "Where are my amulets? The glass and amber ones." You said, panicked. The doctor checked a document on her clipboard.

    "You only came in with an amber necklace and black dress. You must have lost the other one in the air." She responded, as your stomach sunk. What were you going to do now? That was the thing letting you fly, right? Oh shit, what about your plane?

    "What happened to my plane?" You asked next, slowly trying to stand up again, as Riya held your arm to make sure you didn't fall again.

    "It went down with the airship. We didn't have an extra pilot to fly it." Riya explained, before you (willingly) collapsed back onto the bed, feeling almost immediately like you were going to cry.

    "What… what am I going to do now?" You ask, as if you'd just been diagnosed with some terminal illness.

    "I'll figure something. It's not the end of the world." Riya said, sitting next to you and hugging you tight. You hugged back, just as tight, as it actually hit you that you absolutely could have died today. Or two weeks ago. You nearly did die. You didn't know how your team actually got you back when the last thing you remember was your face smashing against your dashboard, but you were still thankful.

    "Do you need to be hovering?" You asked Riya, who was sipping some coffee while you were holding your falcon with both arms. It felt like you'd only left this morning but the time away clearly worried him, as he was significantly more loving than usual, nuzzling your chest and making that happy cooing noise he did when you gave him a gift.

    "Girl, I'm on the other side of the room," Riya said, putting down her coffee. "You should be thankful I'm not hovering, you can barely walk without my help." You went back to petting your bird.

    "Where's my weed?" You asked, before an unfamiliar small bag was tossed over to you.

    "Doctor said it should help with the headache. I agreed."

    "Oh fuck yeah."
    "Zum Wohl!" Riya said as she clicked her whiskey glass against yours.

    "To yours too!" You said as you awkwardly guided the glass to your mouth. Your motor skills were still fucked, and everything felt bigger and smaller than you thought it was at the same time. Apparently where you were hit damaged your "spacial awareness", but it should come back within the next week. Probably why it wouldn't be a good idea to fly until then. Along with the fact you were getting high and drunk again while your brain was regenerating. It would probably be fine. You downed your share of whiskey Riya had bought as a "get well" present for you, set down your glass, and flopped down onto the soft pile of cushions Riya kept stacked in the corner of the airship as a comfy spot to rest, joint in hand. You snapped your fingers, making a small candle flame appear at your fingertip, and lit the tip of the joint, puffing it momentarily and deeply inhaling. You rested your head on the cushions, and handed it over to Riya when she flopped onto the pillow pile to join you.

    "I don't know what I'd do if you didn't wake up." Riya said, before taking a long, long hit on the joint herself. You kept quiet until the joint was passed back to you. "Shit, sorry, did I kill the mood?" Riya immediately asked, clenching her teeth and looking embarrassed.

    "No! No. I just… didn't really know what to say to that." You said while awkwardly trying and taking another hit. "What even happened? Like, how did you get me back? I was flying a plane." You asked while stretching out and turning onto your stomach.

    "I saw you get hit, then that pilot took over your plane and brought you back to the airship. I blew out the bridge and tore a gas sack or two, and then boarded it. He tried to blow us all up with a match, but I managed to get you and the egg- oh yeah, that package was some golden egg. Anyway, I dragged you back to my plane and made it out before it completely burned down." Riya explained, while you just stared at her, dumbfounded.

    "You… you boarded a dying airship to save me?" You asked, sitting up a little. A Goth airship, even. She seemed terrified of them. No one had cared about you like that. Literally no one. She risked death or worse for you. You started to tear up, half from brain damage, probably, and probably from substances. Fuck it, life was too short, as you'd almost proven. You put your arms over her shoulders and kissed her. She stayed completely still for a moment, before doing the same. You held each other on the pillows, hugging and twirling legs like you were trying to be as close together as you possibly could be, for Goddesses know how long. Didn't matter. You'd never done anything like that, and barely knew what you were doing, but what you did do felt so, so right, and Riya clearly knew what to do better than you. The only words the two of you exchanged for the next forty minutes or so was a simple

    "Do you want to…?"

    "Yes."

    The fun only ended when the door to Riya's living space opened to reveal Edgar standing there with his flute, getting a full view of the both of you in Riya's bed, and immediately turning around and shutting the door without a moment of hesitation. Riya tried in vain to hide what the both of you were doing with a blanket, before slipping off of you in shock and falling onto the floor. You would have laughed if you weren't so embarrassed. You covered yourself up, like that meant anything now, and tried to grab at your dress and underwear from the corner or the bed, but again you misjudged the length of your arm and just kind of waved at it. Riya grabbed your clothes and tossed them at you, before pulling her pants back on and looking around for her bra.

    "I should… probably explain what's going on to him." Riya said, finding it and grabbing it off the ground to re-robe.

    "Why is he still-… does he like, live here now?" You asked while getting dressed underneath the sheets of the bed.

    "Kind of…? I just needed someone to be around. Let's just talk about this later." Riya explained, before beginning to move towards the door, picking up her top and slipping it on.
    Hilda and Riya kiss, make out, fade to black, Edgar walks in on them in bed and immediately leaves, Hilda asks why he's still here.

    "Wait, Riya?" You began, trembling a little bit.

    "Yeah?" She asked, turning around again. Goddesses, she was beautiful. It felt good you could admit that to yourself.

    "No one's ever cared for me like you have. And I think you're like, crazy hot, and you have a lot of good advice. And I'm really thankful you let me stay here with you." She smiled at you. "I love you." You said, feeling hot all over. This felt more real than what you'd been doing for the better part of an hour. It was scary, honestly. "I don't just want this to be a fling."

    You take 1 Stress from Get Real. Roll me Calm, so 2d10+1-2 for the 2 Injury you still have.

    Oh, also I need a 2d10+4-2 roll for the new casual sex Vice.
     
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    • Rolling for casual sex, if I can remember how the dice roller works at least.
    Edit: that'll be a no on picking up that vice then, and a generally somewhat unfortunate time overall.
    TortugaGreen threw 2 10-faced dice. Reason: Casual sex 2d10+2 Total: 5
    2 2 3 3
     
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    I would imagine the brain damage also makes it hard to enjoy sexy times. Speaking of that, I'm wondering if Karl's memories are just going to stay memories or if Hilda's in danger of being taken over by them.
     
    Yay new update!
    Yay Not picking up casual sex as a new vice, I'm totally down for these to being more than Friends w/Benefits!
    Do we know how our stress track is looking after enjoying 2 vices and cuddling Gunther our confident?

    Also also: thank again for sharing your writing and story @Texas Red , this is a lot of fun!
     
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    6-3 Too Soon
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    • Riya blushed just as bright as you could feel yourself doing, looking like she didn't know what to say. She returned to the bed and sat down next to you. The look on her face did not inspire confidence. "I don't know if that's a good idea." She said, and didn't elaborate.

    "Why not?" You asked, feeling a rising dread in your chest.

    "I know pilots in circuses that date other pilots. Then one of them gets hurt, or they get killed. And they just… break. It's a dangerous thing we do, being mercenaries. You know the risks, don't yo-" Riya made a noise like she was pained, and put her face in her hands. "What am I saying, of course you do."

    "That's why I'm telling you, Riya. Because I could end up dead in a week, retired in a month, or captured by goths or something. I know what I'm doing leading my life like this. I know I've only known you for like a-… I guess like three weeks, but I'm in love with you. And if we're gonna be traveling together I want to be honest about my feelings. I love you, and I want to be yours." You retorted, making sure to outline everything you were feeling and speak from the heart. Riya stayed silent for a few seconds, gripping her knees.

    "I love you too, Hilda. I haven't really had a relationship like this with anyone. Like, being a partner I choose to travel with… Alright. Fuck." Riya said exhaustedly, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing so tight her arms shook.

    "I promise I'll protect you better from now on. I'm so, so, so sorry I let you get hurt." She said, clearly holding back tears. She kissed your cheek, and held your head against hers.

    "What? N-no! It's not your fault I got hurt! Why do you think that?" You asked, holding her just as tight.

    "You were coming to help me! I wasn't keeping an eye on my left and I got my engine blown out. And you had to come help me, and almost died from it. Because I couldn't hold my own." Riya explained, clearly needing to say this like she'd been keeping it bottled up inside for some time.

    "Stop it… it was my choice to help you. I knew what I was doing. It wasn't anyone's fault I got hurt, it was just dumb luck. It was not your fault." Riya went silent. You held her head and looked her in the eyes. "It was not your fault." You repeated. Then you kissed her on the lips again, briefly.

    "Are you sure this is what you want?" Riya asked, as you hoped she'd internalize what you just said.

    "Yes. It is."

    "I don't think we should be closer than friends, at least right now. We can keep messing around, but I can't be your girlfriend yet." She said, eyes still teary.

    "Alright. It's your choice." You said, smiling, not sure if it was genuine or not.
    You looked at the hallucinogenic mushrooms in your hand, feeling a little nervous. You had memories that weren't yours, and needed to figure out what was going on in your own head. These should help you connect to yourself, the earth, and the beyond.

    They were also a fucking amazing way to cool off. You put the stack of shrooms into your mouth, briefly chewing and scowling from the taste, before swallowing, putting a pillow down, and crossing your legs. Riya would be out for a few hours, and you were down into your living space, so you should be free of any distractions.

    Alright so like, what exactly is the plan here?

    [ ] I'm sure you all have a plan, but I can't figure out where y'all want to go with this.
     
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    • [X] Some of the training you've gone through with magic envisions the mindscape as a landscape, a vista of memory with markers like tree-signs and regions of thought one could traverse as if walking along a forest path. With the hallucinogens to make this mindscape all the more vivid, fluid and real you might hope to bring yourself into it, lucidly sorting through your memories to figure out which were yours and which were not. Then with mental moulding perhaps you can section or partition the foreign thoughts, keeping them yet ensuring they cannot effect your waking self.

    I'd call this a 'Mind-palace' technique, but Witches do not live in palaces. Perhaps a 'Mind Forest' might be more fitting?
     
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    Man, of course Riya has deep seated hang ups about failing the people she flys with and keeping them at arms length for when they inevitably die horribly in an inherently hostile world. It's a heart breaker, but it makes perfect sense. Speaking of making perfect sense, your idea is fucking brilliant @Pillowsperky!

    [X] Some of the training you've gone through with magic envisions the mindscape as a landscape, a vista of memory with markers like tree-signs and regions of thought one could traverse as if walking along a forest path. With the hallucinogens to make this mindscape all the more vivid, fluid and real you might hope to bring yourself into it, lucidly sorting through your memories to figure out which were yours and which were not. Then with mental moulding perhaps you can section or partition the foreign thoughts, keeping them yet ensuring they cannot effect your waking self.
     
    [X] Some of the training you've gone through with magic envisions the mindscape as a landscape, a vista of memory with markers like tree-signs and regions of thought one could traverse as if walking along a forest path. With the hallucinogens to make this mindscape all the more vivid, fluid and real you might hope to bring yourself into it, lucidly sorting through your memories to figure out which were yours and which were not. Then with mental moulding perhaps you can section or partition the foreign thoughts, keeping them yet ensuring they cannot effect your waking self.
     
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