[D1-EE] Crawdad Boil [Social Thread]

[Marcus Kendall]

Some emotions were sweeter than others, and Chantelle had a love-hate relationship with hunger. Her chocolate eyes were so dark that the pupils almost blended into the iris, dilating at the honeyed taste of wanting. "If you'll forgive 'umble surrounds, I 'ave a lil apar'men' on de edge of de French Quarta."

"I grew up in a trailer park." the beast shrugged, murmuring. "On the other side they kept me in a cage." scorn, disgust and a pinch of fear seeped through his rumbling voice. The feathered tail was not twitching nervously, the patterns moving as if the eyes were looking around. Looking for something, perhaps. The beast was too occupied with his emotions to noticed hers - at least for now. "Tomorrow then, or some other time?"

[Eliza Stardust]

The Lost were such a fickle bunch at times. Who could really say what had happened to the girl who suddenly shoved Samantha out of the way? Some might think it rude to put hands on her like that. Some might take offense. But not Samantha, who of course knew exactly what had elicited the response. She was forced back a pace or two, and nearly tumbled over as it took very little to move such a tiny creature. But she mostly seem unfazed by the sudden outburst. Then again, she seemed unfazed about most things in general.

She walked after Eliza, cocking her head in a facsimile of feigned curiosity.

"Co faire, Belle? What's wrong?"

She could feel the autumn changling behind her, following her like a breeze. The hairs on the back of her neck stood as she hurried her movement.

Have to get away. Have to get away. Have to get away.

Her mind just kept repeating the same four words as she tried to blend into the crowd, moving round someone then coming to a dead stop after turning, in a vein hope that the autumn terror would keep walking.

D1 EE blending into a crowd (stealth > hide in plain sight): 9d10o10h8 1

[Samantha Hayne]

She could feel the autumn changling behind her, following her like a breeze. The hairs on the back of her neck stood as she hurried her movement.

Have to get away. Have to get away. Have to get away.

Her mind just kept repeating the same four words as she tried to blend into the crowd, moving round someone then coming to a dead stop after turning, in a vein hope that the autumn terror would keep walking.

D1 EE blending into a crowd (stealth > hide in plain sight): 9d10o10h8 1

Winter was the season of darkness. Unfortunately for Eliza, it was actually Autumn right now. Perhaps it was the magic of the season, perhaps it was just ordinary misfortune, but the tiny thing of terror had eyes that followed her without trouble, and she just calmly walked straight toward her.

"Dere's some good bouillee over by de tables back dere," she called out to the woman, "mayhap Belle's nerves'd be soothed by de pudding?"

Wits + Composure to perceive: 5d10o10h8 3

[Eliza Stardust]

Winter was the season of darkness. Unfortunately for Eliza, it was actually Autumn right now. Perhaps it was the magic of the season, perhaps it was just ordinary misfortune, but the tiny thing of terror had eyes that followed her without trouble, and she just calmly walked straight toward her.

"Dere's some good bouillee over by de tables back dere," she called out to the woman, "mayhap Belle's nerves'd be soothed by de pudding?"

Wits + Composure to perceive: 5d10o10h8 3

Autumn found her. It always found her. The twisted mix of summer and winter, looming over her as she curled up. Taunting her, mocking her.

"Go away go away go away go away go away" she kept whispering, wishing she could just vanish, and then suddenly she did. She blipped out of existence, curled up in a ball on the floor. To the outside world it was like she was never there at all...

Winters survival instinct had kicked in.

(spending glamour for Light-shy contract:
Seeming Benefit: The Bewitched temporarily erases herself from existence, and even recording technology no longer detects her.
Contract effect: The changeling becomes invisible to the mind, affecting all senses, though recording technology still detects
her. The Contract ends if she takes any aggressive action, such as an attack or shouting at someone, or inflicts any kind of harm or supernatural).

[Samantha Hayne]

Autumn found her. It always found her. The twisted mix of summer and winter, looming over her as she curled up. Taunting her, mocking her.

"Go away go away go away go away go away" she kept whispering, wishing she could just vanish, and then suddenly she did. She blipped out of existence, curled up in a ball on the floor. To the outside world it was like she was never there at all...

Winters survival instinct had kicked in.

The woman disappeared; proving Samantha's notions right.

Run away from de fear, Belle. Dat de difference between us is.

The tiny darkling looked left. She looked right. And did the best impression of a shrug that a doll-thing could make.

"Mais, jamais d'la vie. Her loss."

And she headed toward the table that had that pudding she was talking about.

[Chantelle Rossette]

"I grew up in a trailer park." the beast shrugged, murmuring. "On the other side they kept me in a cage." scorn, disgust and a pinch of fear seeped through his rumbling voice. The feathered tail was not twitching nervously, the patterns moving as if the eyes were looking around. Looking for something, perhaps. The beast was too occupied with his emotions to noticed hers - at least for now. "Tomorrow then, or some other time?"

Chantelle shivered at the mention of cages, “tomorrow would be perfec’, beb.” She’d talk to Gabrielle, her boss, later about taking some time off this week, her was a good sort, and her weekend co-performers could usually be convinced to fill in for her.

Something caught the fairest’s eye, and she frowned. Her mask was pursing it’s lips. Steering Marcus by their linked arms, Chantelle pointed him towards the drinks table, “I daresay I feel a lil parched, ‘ow abou’ a drink?”

[Eliza Stardust]

Eliza had remained as she was, hidden in a ball on the floor, her eyes closed. Focusing on those deafening autumn footprints as the doll walked away, the sounds getting quieter and quieter until they couldn't be heard over the party noises.

Still she remained, calming her breathing, trying to think about something else - anything else. It wasn't working still.

(D1 EE Resolve+Composure to break the tilt (opposed) (second reroll tie): 5d10o10h8 0
D1 EE opposed part of breaking tilt. rolling as agreed with Samantha (second tie reroll: 5d10o10h8 1
(Still under tilt, and remaining hidden for now)

[Marcus Kendall]

Chantelle shivered at the mention of cages, “tomorrow would be perfec’, beb.” She’d talk to Gabrielle, her boss, later about taking some time off this week, her was a good sort, and her weekend co-performers could usually be convinced to fill in for her.

Something caught the fairest’s eye, and she frowned. Her mask was pursing it’s lips. Steering Marcus by their linked arms, Chantelle pointed him towards the drinks table, “I daresay I feel a lil parched, ‘ow abou’ a drink?”

"Tomorrow then." the beast nodded, with the tail sticking to the ground in protest. "What are you going to sing me?" the hunger had abated, pushed down by curiosity. Curiosity with a smidgen of longing. Yet, the ambient merriment soon drowned the flickering emotions.

He had no qualms being pulled around, at least for the time being. The beast most fowl followed the egret, his clawed paws digging into the ground beneath. Mosquitoes and horse flies, even though the smoke rising from the charcoals seemed to have culled their numbers. Not that Marcus cared, he was relatively safe beneath his fur coat. "Drinks sounds good." An another emotion flashed momentarily, only to disappear soon. There was a note of anxiety in the air, the same way one could perhaps taste cherries in wine. "What are you having?" Marcus asked, eyeing the table. While his size made him a little bit awkward, his reach was impressive.

[Mina Gideon]

The questions illicited another shrug from the big man, his palm twitched a little under her fingers as she traced his palm. He reached up with that hand and put a thick finger under her chin using it to tilt her head up to look into his eyes. The glowing orange peering at her with no small amount of affection and amusement "I don't know what they know, all I know is that right now I have a good drink, good food, good music and a cute girl in my lap that seems in need of a good distraction."

With that he stood picking her up and setting her softly down on her feet. He took a step toward the dance floor and extended his hand to her.

She joined the giant for a dance on the floor, moving to the music with a carefree abandon. Truly enjoying herself and letting them be carried away -- Letting herself be wanted by someone, and playing into that --

until the commotion broke out, and lost were pushed and drinks were spilt. The sound of glass breaking snaps Mina out of it, and she stops dancing, looking this way and that for the source, trying to figure out what they'd missed while she was enjoying Walker's company.

[Samantha Hayne]

Samantha scooped herself up a bowl of pudding, feigning innocence of the crime of stirring up any trouble that others might've been wondering about. Then she went in search of none other than the Autumn King. She would need to express her sympathies for the trouble earlier in the day, and inquire as to the value of what had been lost.