DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: - SCENE 1: "Are You On the List?" -
It's evening in this corner of Vrandgille when you arrive; the sun is beginning its daily dive into the sea, dying the sky a bloody peach. Teal neon cuts through the twilight in unintelligible letters spelling "Club DiVantre," the name of the building from which they hang. There's a long line of hopeful party animals tonight, and a pair of canine bouncers are carefully screening them for the underage and the untrustworthy - from what you know, they may also be trying to weed out those who look too trustworthy just as much.
GM: "Welcome to Ora Lacon, pending Agent Empress," you hear S.E.L.E.N.E. quip over your ear-com. "Your target should be somewhere inside Club DiVantre. The guest list is exclusive, and it's difficult to pass inspection otherwise. You might be able to pass anyway, or find another way inside."
GM: [Out Front]
Long Line Tonight | {???}
Dovelia: looks at the line. She's dressed in local attire, a revealing top and a multicolored skirt; she could pass for a guest, perhaps staff, maybe a dancer. Of course, she'll have to go to further lengths to conjure a disguise that will fool anyone who actually works at the club.
Dovelia: She watches the line carefully, to see if any high-rollers or local VIPs are waved in ahead of the rest. Perhaps she can pass for an escort and use someone else as her ticket inside.
GM: (Hm... This would be Creating an Advantage, I think; you're attempting to declare the existence of a new aspect that will help your attempt to get in.)
GM: (How're you gonna do it; which Skill? :3)
Dovelia: (let's start with Notice, to spot someone with my requirements)
Dovelia: !f 2 (Notice)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [ ][-][ ][+]]
Dovelia: (good enough?)
GM: (A tie. Either you gain a boost, or- Wait a minute...)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Investigate. Notice isn't a skill anymore.))
GM: (Gah, I forgot to tell you about SURVIVAL.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Maybe Contacts or Rapport.))
GM: (Also, you aren't in this session, RG; take it to OOC.)
GM: (Er, should we pause to sort this out? Man, this is embarrassing...)
Dovelia: (I'm thinking Burglary, since I'm basically casing the crowd?)
GM: (That works. Roll it.)
Dovelia: !f 1 (Burglary)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+1 for 0 [4dF = [ ][ ][ ][-]]
Dovelia: (oof)
GM: (Boost, success at a cost, or fail?)
Dovelia: (let's take option B)
GM: (Hm, so you create an aspect, but with a negative invoke. (I think that's how it works for creating an advantage.))
GM: (I think I have a good idea for that.)
Dovelia: (yeah it sounds like it)
GM: You scan the crowd. You start to notice a trend when... there's Mr. Right. A swanky-looking bird man wearing three different watches and gold eyeliner. You think it's a man, anyway - it's somewhat hard to tell when most birds are flat-chested regardless of gender, but the swim-trunks give him away. Ah... That was the trend you were noticing; most of the people in line seem to be adhering to what must be a Swimwear Dresscode [?] under their normal clothes. You aren't included among those, of course.
GM: (This was the hidden aspect at play here. Accompanying the guy you found will be another Create Advantage action. (Not Overcome, as even with this guy, the bouncers might still turn you away.)
Dovelia: looks at her own outfit. She could, if she wanted, strip off the skirt and pass her panties off as a bikini bottom, but she's wearing nothing under the top. She'll have to hope her soon-to-be "friend" is enough of a high roller to wave off any worries about her outfit.
Dovelia: She adjusts her attire slightly, hoping it will give her the look of someone who's been out drinking and carousing a bit more heavily than entirely safe in this environment, and stumbles loudly in his direction. "Yoo-hoo!" she calls out. "I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" With any luck, the bird will take advantage of her obvious case of mistaken identity - though she'll be the one taking advantage of him in the long run.
GM: (DECEIVE, I suppose? XD)
Dovelia: (yep!)
Dovelia: !f 3
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [ ][ ][+][ ]]
Dovelia: (good enough?)
GM: (We really ought to get better about establishing Opposition before the roll. I was debating whether to give this guy active Opposition, but... sure. Fair's fair. XD)
GM: "Ha?" The mint-colored parrot's face-feathers fluff up for a split second, but he relaxes, tilts up his shades, and starts eyeing you up... and down. "Hmm, sure... Yeah, hey~ Totally. That's me, babe. What uh... took you so long?" He involuntarily licks his beak and fans out his open button-down.
GM: (I'd like a response before establishing the aspect.)
Dovelia: "The drinks here are fab! I think I tried eight or seven different flavors of rum and..." She feigns a hiccup. "Jeez, are there two of you?" she giggles. "I think there's two of you. Oh well." She proffers her arm.
GM: "If you were already in, then how'd you end up out here? Do I need to escort you back in, babe?" He takes the arm to the grumbling of the single dog girl behind him ("free-loading bitch..."). You've got yourself One Ritzy Escort [!] of a boy-toy... although, some innate sense of danger seems to trigger around this guy...
Dovelia: (the implication is she was drinking elsewhere XD)
Dovelia: Dovelia puts on her most vapid smile and adds an extra swish to her backside as she walks with the man. She's had to pretend to be decoration before, but...there's something oddly fun about this. Here, she's the one in control, doing it for her own sake.
GM: You have your way in scouted and prepped. Now all you have to do is implement it.
Dovelia: (right, what do I do next? because the plan was "this guy's going to basically get waved in before the rest of the line and take Dovelia with him")
Dovelia: (like strictly speaking this guy is the implementation of the "way in" XD)
GM: Soon, your new friend is called: "Mr. Pasha and... is this a plus one?"
"Indeed. She's my guest for tonight."
"Hum... Since it's you, sir, I won't question it too much, but does she plan on staying dry, or...?"
GM: (This is it; time for an Overcome.)
Dovelia: steels herself.
Dovelia: "Oh, I've got my swimwear right here," she says, lifting - and almost removing - her skirt, giving the bouncer a view of her panties.
Dovelia: !f 3 (Deceive)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [-][+][-][ ]]
GM: (Hm, that's arguably more RAPPORT, but I'll allow it. Time for the bouncer to defend.)
GM: !f 1 (SCREENING GUESTS)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+1 for -1 [4dF = [-][ ][-][ ]]
Dovelia: (YES, SWS!)
GM: (Not when I use the free boost on Swimwear Dresscode [?].)
Dovelia: (fair enough XD)
GM: (I'll reroll, in fact.)
GM: !f 1
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+1 for 3 [4dF = [-][+][+][+]]
GM: (Got a little something to boost with? XD)
GM: (Gonna use that escort to steal back the win?)
Dovelia: (yeah)
Dovelia: "Tell 'em, sweetie!" she says, turning to the bird-man.
GM: "H-hey, what are you trying to pull here-"
"Easy, tiger." Your friend pushes your dress back down before you show anything and looks back up at the mutt. "She's got coverage where it counts. Or is bearing our chests not okay here anymore?"
"Ah... Right. Make sure she sticks to the alcove pools. We don't need anyone getting the wrong idea and spreading rumors."
"Sure, sure~ Let's go, babe."
Dovelia: "Yayyy!" Dovelia chirps.
GM: "An interesting way of going about it, for sure," says S.E.L.E.N.E. as the two of you climb up the walled stairs to the entrance and coat-room. "With this, you've officially infiltrated Club DiVantre."
(Good place to end the scene and move on to your next move?)
Dovelia: (yes)
Dovelia: "I have a feeling that I am going to need to find an actual swimsuit before this mission is over," Dovelia thinks back.
GM: (You'll be keeping your One Ritzy Escort situation aspect - that might stop helping you and start hurting you, if you don't play it right. Next scene will be about actually locating your target, right? Or do you have something else in mind?)
Dovelia: (planning on exploiting this guy a little longer as a cover)
Dovelia: (y'know, get the lay of the land, and also find the target)
GM: (Alrighty.)
- SCENE 2: Trading One Sleaze for Another -
Dovelia: (of course i will definitely want some means of getting rid of this guy also XD)
GM: Pasha hangs up his button-down in the coatroom and locks away his showy watches before turning to head into the club proper.
"You leaving anything? You don't actually have anything to wear, do you?"
Dovelia: "Nnnnnnope!" Dovelia says, still pretending to be tipsy. "Don't worry, I'm sure I heard this place had a lax definition of swimwear," she croons.
GM: "Okay~" He his arm around your shoulder and - Is he smelling your hair? - leads you forward. You come out onto an upper walkway (with its own minibar) overlooking... wow, quite a place. What looks like a Lazy River ride runs through both the main bar area and the dancefloor, both of which the walkway overlooks. Secondary pools and water features dot around alcoves and raised platforms, and through a giant set of floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see a chamber with a main pool.
GM: A stage for live performances is featured near the dancefloor (though a DJ dominates it for now), and if you know these places, there's probably more bars around this place than the two you've seen.
Dovelia: Dovelia is already weighing simply shanking this man as an option, if she can think of no other way of separating herself from him when the time comes.
GM: One Ritzy Escort | Water, Water Everywhere | Live-Stage for Events | {???} | {???}
GM: "So~ Where to? Just wanna dance, or do you need another drink first? If you wanna get frisky, we'll need a more private pool before you go bearing everything. Alternatively..." He weighs what he's about to say, almost as if he's deciding whether he wants to give you the option of sobering up even slightly. "If you want some food to go with that alcohol, the main bar serves it; got its own kitchen, in fact."
Dovelia: "Drinks!" Dovelia says with a fistpump. "Oh, have you ever tried the jixarra? They make it out of seaweed and it packs a kick!" She struts off as if assuming her companion will follow, already taking in the sights, mapping the place in her head, keeping an eye out for her target or any other persons of interest.
Dovelia: Admittedly, there is a dish of cheese-stuffed seaweed wraps that's caught her eye, but as long as she can keep up the ruse of being inebriated, she has an advantage.
GM: "Haha, alright, then... Hm?" The parrot does indeed follow close behind, but he takes out a phone tablet from a pocket in his trunks and answers a call, occasionally glancing at you to make sure you haven't left his sight.
(So what's the mechanical play here?)
Dovelia: (basically I'm moving towards the main bar, if i can see it clearly from my initial vantage point, and try to spot Galvo or otherwise get a lead on him as I go)
Dovelia: (if I suggest i'm taking a winding path to find the bar, like i'm legit drunk and can't find my way, would that excuse using Investigate, gathering clues along a protracted trip?)
GM: (I'd say so!)
Dovelia: (except...oh shit, investigate is not on my skill list, whoop XD)
Dovelia: (would Empathy work, maybe? Scan the crowd, see where the high rollers might be, narrow the field?)
GM: (That can work.)
GM: (Vs. Fair (+2) passive Opposition.)
GM: ((Finding people from the crowd-mood alone can be slightly tricky.))
Dovelia: !f 2 (Empathy)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 3 [4dF = [+][ ][+][-]]
GM: "Yeah?" Your bird friend has started talking on the phone as he follows. "Yeah, I met this real bonafide cutie. Drunk out of her mind. Hm? Yeah, she'd absolutely be his type..."
You can tell the crowd noises are suddenly swelling over within the main pool's chamber - applause and cheering? Come to think of it, there was a big splash heard from over there just now. Your instincts take you towards there, but before you reach the door there, someone comes through the other way.
Dovelia: continues to play the drunk and acts like she doesn't notice the other person approaching, being ready to dodge with poise in case they don't notice her first.
GM: "... Man, forget bidding. I'm thinking of sniping her for myself. Cut the middleman out... Shit, speak of the devil..."
It's a Ghrunaab in a hoverchair, and two feline escorts in black suits and shades, one of which is hurriedly toweling the grub off. They nearly bowl you over despite moving at a cruising pace - you'd be on the floor if not for your dodging them.
Dovelia: (can I tell if it's Galvo?)
GM: (At least one of you can. :3)
"Yeah, looks like he just did his diving board bit. I'll call you later." Your escort hangs up and runs up to you. "You okay?" He looks towards the Ghrunaab. "Man, sorry, she's had too much to drink."
"Nonsense, no problemo at all. My homie." You notice now that he too wears shades... and a flower-print shirt, despite possessing arms no greater than fat hills with hands on the end. "Enjoy your time spent here!"
"That is Puyo Te'trix," says S.E.L.E.N.E. "He goes by Galvo Morisham right now. An extremely public target, you'll have your work cut out for you if you want to eliminate him unnoticed."
Dovelia: Dovelia hides her anger. "I sure will!" she calls out, cheerfully, as she begins plotting his demise. She learned more about Ghrunabb metabolism from Arza than any sane person could have ever asked; while they largely live up to their reputation for being able to eat anything, she knows about the curious holdovers from their insectile ancestry which can, faced with the right substances, prove a deadly weakness. A poison shouldn't be terribly difficult to produce with unfettered access to a bar. Now to divest herself of her company...
GM: "Alright, let's actually get you where you wanna go. Main bar's this way," the parrot chirps.
Dovelia: nods and follows along.
GM: (Hm... I think you shaking the guy will be a good place to end the scene. Will you be doing that before you reach the bar?)
Dovelia: (i was thinking of tricking him into a taking a shot of that jixarra I mentioned earlier XD)
GM: He takes you towards the main bar. It's dominated by a large fountain that feeds the lazy river - it's one of the few bodies of water with "Keep Out" signage and segregating water-gates in this place, along with a few other water features here and there, likely because they didn't want anyone messing with the spouts and decorations. There are tables for eating and drinking filling the space between the fountain and the main bar. The bar itself has a full tending staff, and a rather fancy overhang veneer.
Dovelia: doesn't wait for her companion to sit down. "Bartender!" she calls out. "Bartender! Two shots of jixarra, please!"
GM: "Ooh~ fun?"
(So what's the play here? Are you just trying to spaz him out just long enough to lose him (Overcome), knock him out entirely (Attack), or what?)
GM: (<@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: (i'm going to fake drinking my shot so he'll drink his and knock himself out)
Dovelia: (so a Deceive roll to trick him into doing something unwise)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Deceive)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 5 [4dF = [+][+][+][-]]
GM: !f -2 (QUESTIONING HOTTIES)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF-2 for -2 [4dF = [ ][ ][+][-]]
GM: (Describe what you do, I'll post what he does.)
Dovelia: Dovelia takes the tiniest sip of her drink, but she plays it like she's taking a much bigger gulp. Her brain buzzes a little the moment it touches her tongue, but she's able to keep focused. "Ohhhhh, this is worth the whole price of admission," she croons. "Come on! Belly up and take a swig!" She gives him a suggestive wink, as if his entire claim to manhood is riding on whether he accepts her challenge.
GM: "Down the hatch!"
"Wait-" blurts the bartender, realizing too late that making drink-bombers was not your intention. Pasha *Downs the Whole Thing*.
(Now to roll his defense against Fair (+2) passive stress. (Most poisons are Good (+3) or better, but as sedatives go, this is just a really strong drink, right?))
Dovelia: (yeah, the idea is just to knock him out)
Dovelia: (if you've ever watched Back to the Future Part 3, and seen the bit where Doc downs his shot of whiskey...that's the desired effect XD)
GM: !f 1 (HOLDING LIQUOR)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+1 for 1 [4dF = [+][-][ ][ ]]
GM: (He has 1 stress box. Want to invoke against him?)
Dovelia: (hmm...what do I even have to invoke...)
GM: (There's the boost you made with the SWS. (Just caught that it was an Overcome, not a Create Advantage.))
Dovelia: (ah, righto! let's do it XD)
GM: *gulp
"Whoa... That's quite a kih... a ki-ck... a-" *KONK goes his head on the bar-top, before he collapses onto the floor to the sound of a breaking glass; the bartender's quick reflexes and a stained glass-cleaning cloth are all that stood between him and a trip to the concussion ward at the hospital. Said bartender gives you a really mean look before turning to call someone on his work earpiece.
"Yeah, someone just got an all-natural roofie served to them. No, not authorized. A coworker thought they were gonna be more moderate with the stuff..."
"You might want to make yourself scarce from this particular bar, pending Agent," quips S.E.L.E.N.E.
Dovelia: gives a smile, a wink, and a wave, and turns from the bar, immediately resuming a more stoic demeanor and gait as soon as she's back on the floor.
GM: (And end scene... plus session? Getting kinda late for me.)
Dovelia: (sure XD)
GM: (Then let us...)
GM: !end
