Fae Mood - A Flying Circus Quest

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[X] Hard at Work: Get +1d10 to starting offers of jobs that don't mandate combat. (People pay for your reliability regardless of combat being present)

[X] Feared: In large battles, enemies start with one tick on their retreat clock filled in. (You're seen as so dangerous very few people would dare tangle with you)

Sometimes I just want to read about cute airplane flying. Dedicated combat missions have proven fucking terrifying. And If they do happen then I'd rather they were over quicker. Both these options are good.
 
[x]Solid: +3 to company value, which helps during negotiations. (You're simply a solid circus people put more stock into)
 
8-2 No Clue What I’m Doing
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    • I'm gonna be completely honest with y'all. I have absolutely no idea how Hilda would even flirt as that's like, not something I study or am well versed in. Especially the king of "flirting" that would come from rolling an 11 for Turn On The Charm. Therefore. I want to put this to a vote to tell me how you're gonna approach Edgar from your current position.

    [ ] Write in your approach

    The Fame Move vote is still open btw, if you haven't voted for that one.
     
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    • Texas Red said:
    not something I study or am well versed in..
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    Arguably that's perfect, because Hilda probably has almost no clue either.


    [X] Plan: Unapologetic Clumsiness.
    Hilda is about to be high as fuck right now, they both are, and she has about as much experience as a nun. Let's not pretend she has much other than +4 natural Wild energy and a belly full of chemical confidence.
    Instead she plays into the relaxation and puts on her best easy smile, letting go of her nerves like she's up in the air, guiding it in on raw instinct.
    "So, Uh..." She'll begin "I want to trying playing something myself, if you'd be interested."
    A hand goes on his upper thigh, right on the middle with her thumb on the inside as she strokes it back. It's obvious, but subtlety is for the calm.
    "You got another flute down there? I haven't got one myself, but I've got other parts to play with, if you want to give those a try."
    If he doesn't recoil in horror -laughing at her stupid flirtation is a good thing, not a bad thing, Hilda can go in on sheer ballsiness for a kiss on the lips (minding the teeth) or on the neck and be unafraid to accept guidance from there. Grope, touch, stroke. It's all part of exploration from there.
     
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    [x]Solid: +3 to company value, which helps during negotiations. (You're simply a solid circus people put more stock into)
    lol, that's exactly what ima thinking!

    [X] Plan: Unapologetic Clumsiness.
    Ideas:
    *Hilda lights a cigarette/joint by flicking her thumb like a lighter, takes a drag*
    "So, I'm basically a virgin, and I don't want to be. You should help. With your penis. On my Virginity. If you want to, and you should, cause men like Virgins. Right? Right. Yes. You. Me. Penis." *Lude hand motions.*

    This is basically her first time (had sex exactly once before, and that was with someone she had a deep crush on it and also, so she was familiar with all the parts and what to do with them) so lean into the Fumble
     
    Let's get this hot mess on the road.

    [X] Plan: Unapologetic Clumsiness.
    Hilda is about to be high as fuck right now, they both are, and she has about as much experience as a nun. Let's not pretend she has much other than +4 natural Wild energy and a belly full of chemical confidence.
    Instead she plays into the relaxation and puts on her best easy smile, letting go of her nerves like she's up in the air, guiding it in on raw instinct.
    "So, Uh..." She'll begin "I want to trying playing something myself, if you'd be interested."
    A hand goes on his upper thigh, right on the middle with her thumb on the inside as she strokes it back. It's obvious, but subtlety is for the calm.
    "You got another flute down there? I haven't got one myself, but I've got other parts to play with, if you want to give those a try."
    If he doesn't recoil in horror -laughing at her stupid flirtation is a good thing, not a bad thing, Hilda can go in on sheer ballsiness for a kiss on the lips (minding the teeth) or on the neck and be unafraid to accept guidance from there. Grope, touch, stroke. It's all part of exploration from there.
     
    Unfortunately "Gain Mechanical Advantage" is not a valid vice.

    Well, not unless you find a big lever and tip over the major's house.
     
    8-3 She Doesn’t Know What She’s Doing Either
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    • In what felt like a rejection of everything you've been taught, you leaned forward, sporting a wide grin, hoping to leverage your intoxication to mask any failings in your attempt to be smooth for the first time in your life.

    "So… I think I'd want to try playing something else, if you'd let me~" you started, pushing through the fear of failure with your limitless well of confidence in your own ability and also weed and alcohol. You placed your hand on Edgar's inner thigh, extending your thumb towards his crotch. "Do you have another flute down there? I don't have one myself, but I have other things to play~" you continued, your internal screaming in embarrassment thankfully dulled by substances. Thank the Goddesses for mind altering substances. Edgar just stared at you for a few seconds, his cheeks turning a more vibrant hue of blue as he stared down, before giving an awkward smile, showing off his slightly terrifying and kind of hot teeth.

    "I-… wow, ok, this is sudden. I didn't think you were into guys." He said with a small laugh, putting his flute down and raising his cold hands to your hips. There was some implication with that statement you could probably take as offensive but you were still in the zone attempting to keep the mood flowing. Your heart was pounding, and honestly there was a degree of fear involved with what you were doing created by years of misandrist teachings, but you were determined to break free of that.

    You planted your lips onto his, and moved your hand up onto his crotch. Oh Goddesses alright there was very much something going on down there yeah ok. You continued kissing him, letting instinct handle things until your tongue grazed his serrated, knife-like teeth and you became far more careful about it. Something you couldn't get over was how cold his body was. He felt like he's just come in from a winter storm, but, like, all over his body, and he never warmed up. Well, when his heart started beating a lot faster he did, which was somehow on his right side, but he never felt warm like Riya. You discovered that he had those glowy tattoos of his everywhere, and he was actually strong enough to lift you off the ground, which you found out when he lifted you by the thighs off the ground and onto his bed, and that his confidence did not exist as compensation, which you found when he dropped his pants. Additionally, he loved to bite. He was gentle about it at first, but as your clothes came off and you only encouraged it, he only went harder, and harder, and harder with it.

    He thankfully carried around protection for this event, and more thankfully, he didn't seem much experienced either. It seemed like a bit of a learning experience for the both of you, more so for you considering you honestly had no idea what was going on but trusted Edgar to show you the way. It was very different than what you did with Riya, but it was just as exhilarating, just in a different way. Half of it just came from the fact the very act of being under Edgar was about the biggest "fuck you" possible to your coven. You weren't sure if you had any feelings towards Edgar, but the fact you broke the ice like this probably meant the two of you could do this again sometime. He seemed to have a good time, at least, with the way he tangled himself with you. The fear disappeared into pure enjoyment of the experience, and you just indulged in it together for Goddesses know how long.
    You both enjoy yourselves, discover Edgar is very strong, and has tats all over.

    Gonna need a Daring roll, so 2d10+4. Edgar can't help cause he's inexperienced in this too.

    On top of that, let's just end the night. You drank, you smoked, you indulged in music, took mushrooms, and you had casual sex. That's 5. Maxed out again. I'm gonna need a 5d20 roll, and you can do all of it, or just one or two if you want. Your choice.
     
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    • Thank you again for sharing your writing with us @Texas Red ! There is an act of "rebellion" in one of the spiked sections that humors me to no end!!!

    Now, *deep breath* DICE GODS BE KIND!

    Eh?
    CallmeIshma3l threw 2 10-faced dice. Total: 12
    8 8 4 4
    CallmeIshma3l threw 5 20-faced dice. Total: 30
    10 10 3 3 1 1 9 9 7 7
     
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    Alright, I'd prefer only one dice set per person, so I'm counting the 16 on the vice acquisition roll, but you can reroll the end of night because oh my god.
     
    You are going to have some bad shit happen to you. We have to vote on it.

    [ ] Become addicted to a vice (write in which one. You did just get the causal sex vice, as a reminder)
    [ ] Become immune to a vice (write which one, being immune means there's no benefit from using the vice)
    [ ] Take -1 Ongoing until end of night next routine (Edgar's love bites fucking hurt while they're healing)
     
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