DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: (Okay, so for this next scene, what's your goal? What's the agenda here?)
Dovelia: has dispensed with her unwanted tag-along - whom she is reasonably certain intended to "escort her" from the premises, and not as a date. Fortunately, there's more than one bar in this place, and furthermore there are no end of drinks wandering around with the various customers. If it comes to it, she can procure the ingredients she needs from the floor itself.
Dovelia: Of course, in an absolute worst-case scenario, slicing Galvo from cranium to thorax and making a break for it is absolutely on the table...
GM: (So "find boozes, make bug poison somehow.")
GM: What will she do to complete this objective? Does she seek out a bar? Mingle with the guests?
GM: (You listed some options, now you need to pick one and go for it.)
Dovelia: If they search the premises and find the ingredients taken from a single bar, it will immediately suggest murder. Better for it to be believed a random act of fate - or perhaps the will of the g--s. (Old habits are hard to break, even if the turns her life has taken have given her even less reason to believe in the divine.) Arcturan grenadine, some fizzy Rigel seltzer, a dash of Aldebaran citrus - all innocuous cocktail ingredients taken separately, but mixed together, a single sip should ensure Galvo's certain death.
Dovelia: She looks around and smiles to herself. She doesn't even need to find them separately; she should be able to procure drinks containing them and mix them together.
Dovelia: And then, the final step will be to convince Galvo to drink it...
GM: (That last bit's a bit direct, but sure. This scene will be about procuring the drinks.)
Scene Aspects
Water, Water Everywhere | Live-Stage for Events | Dense Crowd | ???
First up's the Arcturian Grenadine. It's easy enough to find the sleek minibar you passed by on your way in, and there's only one bikini-clad canine manning it.
Dovelia: Dovelia giggles, resuming her "tipsy tourist" guise. "Hey, hey, can I have a drink?" she says, waving enthusiastically. "I'm not leavin' till I've tried...everything this place has got to offer."
GM: "... I'm sorry, did you say everything?" The dog doesn't lose her service smile, and doesn't seem too experienced with this kind of thing. Even still, the request is unusual enough that it'll be a roll.
(I want to say that RAPPORT will have an easier time here (vs. Average (+1)), but DECEIVE works, too (vs. Fair (+2)).)
Dovelia: Dovelia squints at a decanter of red syrup behind the bar. "What's that?" she says, pointing, as if she has no idea what it is or where it's from.
Dovelia: !f 3 (Deceive)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][ ][-]]
Dovelia: (aw jeez. XD i think I need to spend a FATE Point for a reroll)
Dovelia: (uh. did i spend any last sesh?)
GM: (Nope. Which aspect?)
Dovelia: (High Concept; will that work?)
GM: (Yeah.)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Deceive)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [+][-][-][ ]]
Dovelia: (whoof. what do i get for a tie here?)
GM: (You get a boost towards convincing her to give it to you (failure at a gain), or you get it outright, but you don't have enough pocket money to keep it legitimately (success at minor cost).)
Dovelia: (hmm. which would attract more attention? being "that one customer who wouldn't give up till I gave her a drink with Arcturan grenadine in it," or "that one customer who stole a whole bottle"?...)
Dovelia: (...i'll take failure at a gain)
GM: "Oh, this? Um... Let's see- it's Arctoorian Grenade-yne, and it's... Let me check! Sorry~" The bartender starts rummaging under the counter for a bar-book to look it up. She's pretty *Distracted* at the moment.
Dovelia: Dovelia grins to herself, grabs a glass, and tries to pour some of the grenadine into it. Hopefully she'll pass for just a rowdy customer. "Looks good!" she croons.
GM: (That'll be BURGLARY or STEALTH, I believe.)
GM: (Vs. Fair (+2).)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Stealth)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [+][-][+][ ]]
GM: (Success! Er... Was that overcome or Create Advantage?)
Dovelia: (let's call it Create Advantage, to get the [Arcturan Grenadine] aspect)
GM: (With one free invoke.)
Dovelia: Dovelia is successfully able to fill a glass with the grenadine. She takes a noisy sip - straight-up, the stuff is cloying, but she keeps it down. "Ooh. I gotta find some other things to put into this!" she giggles, practically tripping off.
GM: "Hm? Wait-" The bartender comes up and looks around. "Um...?" She isn't sure what just happened, much less what she should do about it.
GM: (Next one won't be quite so easy. 😉 )
Dovelia: looks out for another opportunity. For whatever it's worth, the cocktail she has in mind shouldn't be harmful to anyone but a Ghrunabb - she can casually sip and maintain her guise, although again, the syrup is far too sweet for her to really enjoy straight.
GM: Next is the Rigel Seltzer. You eventually find one of the larger bars adjacent to the main dancefloor, right across from the live-stage. Two man this counter - a ditzy bird girl(?) that seems to be taking a break to check her phone, and a cute cat boy... well, cute, if not for the "jaded to the point of being halfway dead" look in his eyes. Both are topless. A more professionally dressed manager-type is grilling one of the other less-degraded waiters about something, but it's loud enough in here that you'd need to actively listen to make out what they're saying.
Dovelia: sashays up within earshot, acting like she's only interested in her drink, trying hard not to grimace as she takes another tooth-achingly sweet sip. She attempts to listen in on the convo.
GM: (Gonna be a non-vital Create Advantage here with... STEALTH, I think. (Well, non-vital if you don't consider a juicy tidbit for a wicked Plan B to be vital.))
Dovelia: !f 3 (Stealth)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 5 [4dF = [ ][+][+][ ]]
Dovelia: (WOO)
GM: !f 2 (KEEPING AN EAR OUT)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [-][ ][+][ ]]
GM: "Look, if he asks tonight, just say no, okay?"
"Is it really that bad?"
"Trust me, last time boss sang, a good seven percent of our customer-base left. I don't blame them, either."
"But what do I tell him? 'Sorry, sir?'"
"I don't know... The light feature. Make something up about how that's unstable. That might get him to finally call a repair guy, too. I mean, it's nothing urgent, but he doesn't need to know that, alright?"
"... Okay? You sure?"
"Galvo can't sing, and that's final. Got it?"
"... Got it."
GM: "It's not relevant to your current plot, but this was a juicy tidbit nonetheless," says S.E.L.E.N.E. "It should prove useful if your poison plan hits a snag."
(Mission Story: Sweet Silence [!!])
"sigh Can I help you, miss?" The jaded cat-boy gets your attention.
Dovelia: looks around for the precise light feature they're referring to, which helps her look flighty and distracted. "This stuff is good but kinda heavy," she giggles, waving her glass, the red syrup sloshing around. "Got anything fizzy to lighten it up with?"
GM: "Fizzy? We've got Laplace Seltzer, Aquafennel Seltzer, Sparkling Wine, etcetera. Can you be more specific?"
It's hard to miss; a large, illuminated stained-glass... hummingbird? You think? Or maybe a dolphin? It's all disjointed, fragmented, and generally abstract enough that it's up to interpretation. Much of it is held up with a single mobile setup, hung directly over the center of the live-stage.
Dovelia: starts to consider how it might be possible to get up there and rig it so it will drop - preferably right as Galvo hits a high-decibel note - and continues her act. "What was it, what was it...Rival? Argyle. No, Rigel! That was it. My sister's cousin told me Rigel was the best. You got any?"
GM: "Sure, but it'll cost you. 'Free pass at the bar' and 'getting the top-shelf stuff' are two different beasts. Got the cash to make this worth my time?" He raises an eyebrow as though to suggest that money isn't the only way.
(RESOURCES is the only obvious roll here. Whether you can think of anything else is up to you.)
Dovelia: makes a show of feeling around in her clothes for money...
Dovelia: !f 0 (Resources)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+0 for 1 [4dF = [-][ ][+][+]]
GM: (Since you went with the easiest skill (vs. Average (+1)), you tie. Create a boost.)
Dovelia: (for the cash, or the seltzer?)
GM: (Cash.)
GM: (Guess you're waiting on me when I was waiting on you. A'ight, then. XD)
GM: You fish around in your pockets and produce *A Modicum of Cash*. The cat-boy raises his brow.
Dovelia: (sorry my bad i got distracted)
Dovelia: Dovelia internally breathes a sigh of relief. She was able to recover the small amount of spending money she'd managed to sneak into her minimal attire without having to strip and shake her outfit down.
Dovelia: "This enough, sweetie?" she says, shaking the glass again for emphasis.
GM: (That'll be RAPPORT to cover the difference, I think.)
GM: (Vs. Fair (+2).)
Dovelia: (sweet troll jegus i don't have that XD)
Dovelia: !f 0
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+0 for -1 [4dF = [-][ ][+][-]]
Dovelia: (WOW)
GM: (Yeah, I looked it up on your sheet just now. Honestly shocked you don't have it anywhere on your pyramid. XD)
GM: (You have a boost, but it alone won't do it.)
Dovelia: (i think i may have to take the L here)
GM: He doesn't look impressed.
Dovelia: (i could invoke Elegant Chater Infiltrator but i don't think that applies to trying to convince a bartender to take my not-enough-money)
Dovelia: Dovelia puts on her best pout.
GM: "Get out of here with that."
GM: (So is that an L like a temporary setback L, or a "scene's over, pack it up" L?)
Dovelia: (temporary setback L)
GM: Seems he's pretty tired of your schtick.
Dovelia: saunters vaguely away, but keeps an eye on that seltzer bottle. There has to be another way to get some...
GM: And there probably is, if you try to draw the bartenders away, or find a different source.
Dovelia: moves on to another bar. Perhaps there's someone who has a seltzer in hand.
GM: (So you're scanning the crowd? That'll be INVESTIGATE vs. Fair (+2).)
GM: (Or did you mean you were moving on to the next bar?)
Dovelia: (both, but i'll take the Investigate roll)
Dovelia: !f 0
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+0 for 0 [4dF = [+][-][ ][ ]]
Dovelia: (still nothing XD)
GM: Several people in the crowd seem to have seltzer... of some kind. Funny thing about seltzer is; it's clear, and fizzy, and those are the only defining traits. It's usually mixed with something else, to boot. You don't really come up with any good way to broach the topic to one of them, much less get them to give it to you.
Dovelia: Off to another bar, then! She keeps her Modicum of Cash within easier reach this time.
GM: It takes a bit, but you find it; the tiki-bar. It's seated out by the main pool overlooking the sea and nearby beach. Manning it is... a very high-strung-looking lizard.
"HI WELCOME TO THE KINKY TIKI CAN I GET YOUR OR-DERRRR?" Like the cat-boy before him, he too wears naught but a nametag lanyard and a speedo with the club's logo.
Dovelia: Dovelia tries hard not to raise an eyebrow. "Uh...my sister's cousin said Rigelian seltzer?"
GM: "MY SISTER HAS FIVE COUSINS AND TWO BROTHERS YES. ONE IS ME. hic!" He looks pretty drunk and nervous, but to the point where it'll be a challenge rather than a breeze to get anything out of him.
Dovelia: "Uh..." With genuine trepidation, she points to what she is reasonably certain is the Rigelian seltzer on the shelf. "That one, please?"
Dovelia: (god i'm trying to figure out what kind of roll this will be XD)
GM: (Either RAPPORT or PROVOKE, I think.)
Dovelia: (how did i write this down without either of those)
Dovelia: !f 0
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+0 for 1 [4dF = [+][ ][-][+]]
GM: ("Looooook. I have moneeeeeey. You know what that is...?" XD)
Dovelia: (oh, can i boost with the cash? XD)
GM: (Sure. XD)
Dovelia: pauses, finger still pointing with one hand, then reaches into her cleavage with the other (a maneuver she'd intended to perform on a subject with more of its faculties present, but alas) and pulls out her money. "Here," she says, slowly. "I want to buy that? To put in this?" She waves the glass full of syrup.
GM: "AH RIGHT YES THAT'S SOME OF THAT GOOD-GOOD. HERE." He pulls down the wrong seltzer, you correct him, then he pulls the right one and pours it into your drink with an unsteady hand, spilling quite a bit.
Dovelia: looks intently at the witches' brew forming in her hand. She takes a sip - the seltzer really does make it more palatable - then smiles. "Thanks a bunch, honey," she croons as she saunters off. One more to go!
GM: ... You find yourself back at the main bar and grill area. Seems there's only the four in this place. Try your luck here?
Dovelia: Aldebaran citrus is the last ingredient. Arza made sure she could recognize the blue fruit with green mottling. Even a slice on the rim of a glass would be enough for the final ingredient. Surely there's some around here...
GM: Sure enough, you spy some solid fruits in the back of the main bar, and among them... the citrus. However, it's going to be a STEALTH roll to stroll up long enough to try and get someone to give it to you without the bartender from before catching you. (Overcome vs. +2.)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Stealth)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [-][-][ ][+]]
Dovelia: (i'll spend a FATE Point on her High Concept)
Dovelia: (i believe that puts me at 1?)
GM: (You were already tied.)
GM: (But yeah.)
Dovelia: (oh, so i don't need to invoke? whoop)
Dovelia: (can i have the FATE Point back then? XD)
GM: (Success with a cost or failure with a benefit?)
Dovelia: (er...okay, nvm, i'll use the FATE Point for the clean win)
GM: And you stride up right when the suspecting bartender moves off to take inventory.
GM: "Hi... What can I get you?" The bartender that does greet you also seems... wary. It's possible word got around, though she's yet to be decided on whether you're the offending cat.
Dovelia: "Been trying to invent my own cocktail," Dovelia says, with another smile and a sip. "Could use a little zing to it. What's that over there?" She points unerringly to the bowl of unsliced Aldebaran citrus fruits.
GM: "Aldebaran citrus... miss. Were you here before?"
GM: She's giving you this look, and the guy who would recognize you won't stay occupied forever.
Dovelia: "Oh, I've been around, but..." She squints as if she's having trouble focusing through an alcohol-induced haze. "Nope, don't think I've been to this bar before."
GM: (That'll be DECEIVE to Create Advantage vs. Active Opposition.)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Deceive)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [ ][ ][+][ ]]
GM: !f 3 (RECOGNIZING PATRONS)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [-][ ][+][ ]]
GM: "Hm... I'll take your word for it. How many slices?"
Dovelia: "Just the one please, and make it a thick one," she croons, a touch suggestively.
GM: "Dummy?"
Dovelia: She responds with a wider grin. (She does not get the reference.)
Dovelia: (i do, though XD)
GM: She lets the question hang in the air, eventually accepting that you didn't get the reference before cutting A Slice of Aldaberan Citrus [!] for you.
GM: The guy from before seems to start finishing up what he was doing.
Dovelia: (the point is she leaves it ambiguous XD)
Dovelia: ("Of course I totally get that! (I don't get it.)")
GM: (I figured. XD)
Dovelia: squeezes a little into her glass, then garnishes the rim with it. She takes a sip. "Oh shit. OH SHIT. This is GOOD. I'm gonna have to sell this place the recipe. Manager? Manager?" She wanders off, trying to make her way into the crowd while avoiding the other bars.
GM: For the record, this poison is quite precise. Needs the right ratio of citrus, and just the right amount of thoroughness when mixing.
(Translation: You have the ingredients, but you've yet to get a full poison aspect. That'll be Create Advantage with CRAFTS. It's vs. Great (+4), since making any kind of lethal poison - even one only deadly to a certain species - with nothing but bar sundries is a mean feat.)
GM: (Sound fair?)
Dovelia: (yep!)
Dovelia: Through a succession of careful sips and squeezes, Dovelia attempts to bring the concoction to its full deadly potential.
Dovelia: !f 4 (Crafts)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+4 for 4 [4dF = [+][ ][ ][-]]
Dovelia: (phew. or should I spend that last FATE Point for the win?)
GM: (You have three free invokes that are only really useful for making the poison.)
Dovelia: (oh, yeah, sure XD)
Dovelia: (i'll use the boost on the citrus)
GM: (Not gonna use 2 for the SWS?)
Dovelia: (ah! sure, sure, let's do that XD)
Dovelia: (the invoke on the seltzer, too)
GM: And with that, you have a cup of Potent Ghrunabb Poison [!!], ready for drinking!
GM: (And with that, I think the scene ends.)
GM: (Seeing as you accomplished your goal of assembling a lethal poison.)
Dovelia: takes one last sip. It really is quite good. It's almost a shame the last thing Galvo will taste before his well-earned death is something so delightful.
Dovelia: (looking at the time, i imagine you're interested in wrapping this up for the night?)
GM: (Yeah. That's a wrap?)
Dovelia: (yeah :3)
GM: (Then let us...)
GM: !end
