>>4059413
It’s starting to come back to you. You’d asked Colors yesterday about the local Goblin Market, surely Summer hasn’t stamped this one out, maybe there could be something fun in there?

And there’d been that guy, with the magic shoelaces. A day in someone else’s shoes, a big long heart-to-heart, the agreement to try it…

And now you’re just literally wearing her shoes. Fucking figures.

You sit up and swing your feet off the bed before doing one of those morning stretches that comes with the baby dinosaur noises. Forum’s trying to get up behind you but escaping bed for him is often a matter of failing to sit up until he finally decides to just roll the fuck out of bed.
Well, when he’s with you anyway. You grin with well-deserved pride, even as your pale cheeks burn again.

Time to get these boots off. You grab one, and pull it -

- aaaaaand pull it -

- AND PULL IT GOD DAMN IT YOUR FEET ARE TOO SMALL FOR THESE BOOTS WHY WON’T IT -

You have no more luck with the second boot than you did with the first, and eventually you resign yourself to the fact that you’re gonna have to fucking shapeshift to get dressed.

Forum still doesn’t know that you can do this particular trick and you have no intention of telling him, so you turn at the waist and yeet him the fuck out of bed with a playful motion. He hits the floor with a thump and a dull ‘owwww’.

“Put pants on and go get the coffee, would ya?” you ask. “I gotta knife up before we go do that thing.”

“Right, the thing,” Forum says from the floor. “Remind me?”

> We spotted that game store, remember? You were gonna help me pick some cards up.
> The Rook’s doing his initial meeting about the arm thing and he needs his bullshit detectors.
> Colors’ stupid Pixie Chaser needs etiquette lessons, duh.

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>>4059415
I'M ALIVE MOTHERFUCKERS. Welcome back, and my apologies again for my long absence. Life sorta...

...Yeah. In any event, I've spent the intervening time working on this plot arc and future ones, and I'm ready to rock. I'ma spread the word about here soon, but now-now I must go fight my ancient foe (the Dishes). I'll attempt a direct update before I have to leave at 3:30 EST, and then again after I get home near 1 AM EST or so.

Let's do this.

> The Rook’s doing his initial meeting about the arm thing and he needs his bullshit detectors.

> We spotted that game store, remember? You were gonna help me pick some cards up.

Needs more Forum and Vickie being huge nerds together, let's do this.

At long last, it returns! And now the game begins again... <ominously steeples fingers>

> We spotted that game store, remember? You were gonna help me pick some cards up.

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>>4059415
>> We spotted that game store, remember? You were gonna help me pick some cards up.

Hells yeah! Welcome back, Vox! Glad to see the second of my two favorite quests running again!

Game store it is, let's rock.

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>>4059415
"We spotted that game store while we were grocery shopping yesterday, remember? You were gonna help me buy some singles for..." you trail off, trying to remember the acronym.

"EDH?" Forum supplies.

"That's the bitch. Now go get the coffee, wouldja?"

Grumbling, Forum picks himself up off the floor and dresses himself while you wait patiently for him to leave the room. He pinches the tip of your pointed ear before he goes, chuckling at the strangled sound you make; the sensation goes jolting down your spine in a feeling that's a lot like if nails on a chalkboard was trying to have sex with you. Once the door shuts behind him you throw a glance at it to be sure he's gone, then dig out your clothes.

Shapeshifting's another one of those odd feelings, when you do it; shrinking down to just over two feet high comes off a lot like cracking your knuckles but for every joint in your fuckin' body. You take your newly pixie-sized self, jam your legs into your pants, and then dismiss the Contract (Did you really just do that? the reflection in the blank TV asks, in tones of haughty disapproval). You snap back into your full size, throw on a shirt, and start getting strapped. Knives go in your cargo pockets, get strapped to your inner thighs, tucked into Colors' boots (she doesn't have sheaths in these, how does she live her life?), get slid into concealed sheaths in your jacket sleeves, into your jacket pockets, slid into the hilt of your hair comb, where's your belt knife there it is, who's a good knife...

All in all getting dressed is a solid fucking 20 minute job, and Forum walks back into the room before you're done. You can smell caramel lattes and the resigned anger of the barista clinging to them; the latter rumbles the stormclouds of your Mantle.

"Let's go," you propose, stopping to gather your laptop and let Forum get his shit. The tall Troll snaps an umbrella open when the two of you step out into the rain (why is it raining so goddamn much anyway? It's supposed to be Always Sunny In Philadelphia, not Always Dogshit) and offers his arm out to you.

After a moment, you take it. His warm presence helps ease the shrouded hostility of the Sun behind the clouds. You can taste its disregard for you from all the way down here.

It doesn't take long before you can feel the mortals staring at you too, at the way your hair wriggles, writhes, and drips, and you nestle into your too-big jacket.

"Gonna be a bit of a walk," Forum admits. "Care to take a cab?"

You almost say yes, but then you change your mind. "Bad morning," you murmur. "Don't really wanna be in a box with a stranger right now."

"...Yeah, alright."

You take a long sip of your coffee to hide your face and scowl at yourself. It's Forum. You're allowed to be, to be, to fuckin' admit that bad things happen in your stupid Traitor Brain with Forum for fuck's sake, you don't gotta hide from him!

>>4059567
"Would talking help?" Forum proposes, with a quick glance at you.

> "Coffee will help." (skip to the store)

> "I'm worried about the fuckin' Valks," you lie.

> "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about the Arrayer thing and Winter, and this'll be a nice long walk."

And with that, I'm off to work! Questions, comments, discussion, & feedback remain absolutely welcome and appreciated, and thanks for comin' back around y'all. I'll update tonight, and reply to questions via phone as I can.

Thanks for reading!

>>4059571
>> "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about the Arrayer thing and Winter, and this'll be a nice long walk."

Well, if we can't actually talk about our issues, let's talk about Lore.

> "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about the Arrayer thing and Winter, and this'll be a nice long walk."

Yeah, whatever shit Vickie's got going evasion is healthier than outright lying mayhaps?

> "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about the Arrayer thing and Winter, and this'll be a nice long walk."

>>4059571
> "I'm worried about the fuckin' Valks," you lie.

>>4059571
>> "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about the Arrayer thing and Winter, and this'll be a nice long walk."

IT'S BACK!

> "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about the Arrayer thing and Winter, and this'll be a nice long walk."

Work was...bad. I'll update first thing in the morning when I wake up, after I grab the coffee.

>>4061184
As expected of the Caffeine Lich. See you then.

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>>4059567
You point at Forum with your coffee cup. "Work first, Mister Squire. You promised me I could shake you down about my job."

Forum inhales a Big Sigh, but you can smell a different emotion under his outward display of woe-is-me resignation; it's hard to put into words in English, but you've smelled the same thing on him when he's worked on difficult puzzles or videogames near you. "Alright, but before you hit me with your pitch remember that I can't promise you access to Misery. It's...it is that kinda relationship but it's also not."

You make a little 'hrm' sound and take a longer drink of your coffee; it's still hot as fuck, but it's just the thing to wake you up when you can feel the sun's baleful glare even through the thick clouds, telling you that you are unwanted in the lands of light and laughter.

The caramel syrup is thicker at the bottom of the cup, because of course it is. You should have swirled it more.

"It's my job, literally my job, to make sure Winter's ready for war if it comes to that," you begin at last. "Now, I know Winter's not about that whole war life. I also know, and you know, and Misery knows, that you don't always get to pick that out of your own free will."

Forum makes that 'hrm' noise himself. "Sure. And nothing's stopping you from approaching likely Winter courtiers to train in their free time -"

"Bitch, which ones?" you ask in exasperation. "Getting any one of you literal snowflakes to talk about any of the others is like pulling teeth out of a fucking bear! Would it kill y'all to do like an internal poll and hand me a list, even? But -" you continue, your Mantle rumbling with righteous indignation, "even if we mount that hurdle, how do I know Winter can arm those volunteers, and will they actually volunteer or am I gonna have to bribe and strong-arm them into it?"

The two of you start to cross the street (Colors' boots splash in the thick puddles; with the way it hasn't stopped raining for three days the storm drains are really having a fuckin' time of it), and Forum finishes his coffee in a long pull before dunking it in a trash can. "Okay. Practical application question: what do you expect me, personally, to do here?"

"Advice would be nice, to start," you admit. "How can I pretty this up for Winter and make it more appealing? Autumn's in the moment I say 'violence' but y'all don't move like that."

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>>4061820
Your Troll (boy (NO))friend checks something on his phone with a small frown of contemplation and starts tapping out a reply; he adjusts the umbrella to shed some of the water accumulating on it. "Honestly? Demonstrate a need. Draw up a plan for the second-stringers where Winter's volunteers play a role others can't play. As far as Misery's concerned, that sort of grand strategizing is Arthur's job, and maybe you should even get his help with that, but if you can prove it's being delegated to you and demonstrate a plan...hell, it doesn't even have to be good, just workable."

You raise an eyebrow. "Something Winter could workshop and feel like they're participating?"

Forum laughs that big, hearty laugh of his that tugs on your heart the absolute bastard. "Something like that. Now, I could...I could try to get you in touch with Misery, but honestly this sorta thing might be better coming from a pack of his lower-downs, folks like Luscious Lou or Blackbird Brittany."

You finish your own coffee but wouldn't you know it, nearest trash can is a block ahead of you on this sidewalk. Fucking figures.

"I've got Moira's phone number," you admit. "Though that'd be a bit of a bitch."

"Old girlfriend?"

"I wish," you murmur dreamily. "Girl's straight as a ruler. But I'd have to...there's...my currency's not real good with other Darklings right now."

Forum gives you a patient, inviting silence.

> Ask for Misery
> Make up with Moira

AND

> Explain
> HEY LOOK THE STORE

>Make up with Moira

>AND

>Explain

>>4061823
>Make up with Misty
>Explain

The first is both practical, because Winter Be Like That, and sadistic. Emotional recovery, Vicky, you need to do it!

The second is because you REALLY didn’t think I’d let a chance for exposition go, did you?

>>4061844
MOIRA, dammit. Autocorrect sucks for names

>>4061823
> Make up with Moira
> HEY LOOK THE STORE

> Make up with Moira
> Explain

Drag us deeper into this web of poor decisions.

>>4061823
>> Make up with Moira

No need to have Forum call in markers when we could be martyring ourselves socially instead...

>AND

>> Explain

Explain, Vox. Explaaaaain!

Alright, called! I get home early tonight so I'ma write this after work.

In the meantime, how's tricks y'all? I know I've been gone...awhile.

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>>4061823
You look at Forum and scowl. He keeps waiting. You look away with a big, frustrated sigh, and he keeps waiting. You look back at the big guy and he's still just patiently waiting -

"Fine! Fine! But this doesn't leave our Motley on pain of your fuckin' oath to it, and even then I'd still prefer you not tell the others. You hear me?"

"I hear you," Forum answers.

"I mean it, Forum. No jokes here, I will drag your ass at oath-point."

Forum holds up his right hand. "I understand. I won't repeat what you're about to tell me."

Still, you look around. The mortals are still staring at you, but this pounding rain is keeping most sane people off the streets and the noise of it should decently cover up your conversation. "Moira runs a support group for Darklings."

Forum's slow blink earns him a punch right in the fucking kidney. He grunts in pain and you end up drenched when the umbrella wobbles but it's absolutely fucking worth it.

"Laugh it up," you hiss, your Mantle rumbling with thunder. "But for awhile I was there twice a month, every month. Check in, be seen, be heard, be listened to by people who understand. And then I just...wasn't. Things were going well with Leo and Moira had some words to say about that."

Forum rubs his back where you hit him. "Correct words, at a guess."

You sniff and look away. "Whatever. Point is, we had a big fight about it and then I just never came back. I didn't get thrown out exactly but everyone knows I left and if I come crawling back I'll seem like -"

"Someone who's going through some shit and could use people who understand?"

"You trying to get hit again?" you ask, incredulously.

Forum shrugs. "I'm trying to be a good friend, and between you beating my piss-makers and you hitting the bottle I'll take the hits." He pauses, looking at your face. "...Didn't mean it like that," he adds, in a low tone full of remorse. "I just worry, is all."

"One problem at a time," you growl at him; you sniff, to keep the tears in your eyes. Don't cry. It's okay. Don't cry.

Cautiously, Forum puts his hand on your shoulder and you almost break down just from the gesture. Fuck's sake you just were snapping and snarling at him and -

- fucking -

- Oh hey the store! You're saved!

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>>4065616
Little Timmy's Games & Comics smells like home when you step in; not your home, but like the warmth and love of a place that is treasured in itself and made for human people to be at peace. It also smells like guy sweat, paper, and naked steel?

Oh hey, the tall girl behind the counter has a rack of swords behind her, that'd do it.

...Damn though she's kinda cute...

"Don't stare," Forum murmurs in that not-whisper that Winter always seems real good at. "She gets a thousand creepers a day, don't be one of 'em."

You shake it off, literally, and flash him a sheepish grin. "So how do we wanna play this?"

Forum taps his chin thoughtfully. "Well...here's the deal. You've got your laptop, and this place has wi-fi, so you could do your own research and try to fly on your own here while I check out the board games. But if you're not ready..."

"Do you think I'm ready?"

"I'm not the one staking her pride on money matches with the fuckin' Rook," Forum points out, reasonably.

Decisions, decisions...

> Take his help

> I'm A Big Girl Now(tm)

>>4065686
>> I'm A Big Girl Now(tm)
Alright time to run analytics on the most successful EDH decks, ratios, tournament listings and player commentary.

>>4065686
On the one hand, the smart play is to accept his help. On the other, both the growth play and the “I just exposed too much of myself, my pride needs bandaging” suggest otherwise.

> I’m a Big Girl Now(tm)

>>4065686
> I'm A Big Girl Now(tm)

>>4065686
>> I'm A Big Girl Now(tm)

Yeah; now is exactly the time when our favourite Darkling would /not/ reach out for help.

>>4059413
So happy you are back QM

>>4059413
I've had my fair share of depression too, but since my best friends Hatred and Wrath came into my life depression keeps a fair distance. May or may not work for you.

> I'm A Big Girl Now(tm)
Now with Pampers(tm) advertising earworm.

> I'm A Big Girl Now(tm)

You doubt my wizard prowess? I shall show you a deck of spells!

Ah cool were vikie now!

I fucking hated Colors.

>>4068950
Maybe that's a bit...I understand that you do, but the author could have had good reasons to write Colors as that. I think a antihero or villain protagonist is more fitting for Changeling anyway.

>>4069047
Also remember that she started as “horny lesbian swordswoman with a recent court swap” and very little else. Anon votes resulted in a LOT of what I personally disliked about her direction.

>>4068950

You guys.../do/ realize we're gonna be Colors again soon, right? That this is an interlude to get us back into the story?

>>4068950
Bruh

Called, writing.

>>4069798
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

>>4070011
nothing personal.

>>4069754
as this dude said.

>>4065616
> "One problem at a time," you growl at him; you sniff, to keep the tears in your eyes. Don't cry. It's okay. Don't cry.
> Cautiously, Forum puts his hand on your shoulder and you almost break down just from the gesture. Fuck's sake you just were snapping and snarling at him and -
> - fucking -
> - Oh hey the store! You're saved!
I see even after a long hiatus Vickie remains both best girl and girl most in need of a hug.

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>>4065686
You look down at your laptop and frown a little. "Help me connect to the wi-fi and we'll call it square?"

"You do gotta learn to do this yourself one day," Forum warns, but he's already taking the laptop you're offering him. You settle into one of the long tables that would be used for games at another time of day (one in the afternoon isn't exactly prime tournament hours) and fetch your cards out of your pockets so you can look them over while your (don't even fucking think it I swear to God)friend sets you up.

Forum ruffles the squirming shadows that are your, for lack of a better word, hair, and then drifts off, leaving you with your computer and access to the internet, and just like that you're off, peacefully diving into the possibilities with the rulesheet for this format open in one tab and eight billion fucking Gatherer tabs elsewise.

You snack peacefully while you research, whiling away an hour, two hours...

Hold on, what cards does this store actually have?

You look back at the counter with its display of singles behind glass, look back at your laptop, and reason it'll stay in your sightline. Still, you give a low whistle; Forum looks over from the board games, and you nod at the laptop before getting up. He flashes you a thumbs-up, and you approach the counter.

The girl behind it's got bright, bloodred hair and when she smiles that customer service smile at you, you feel the way Colors looks when she gets flirted at. Fuckin'. Why do people gotta be so fucking cute damnit.

"Can I help you?" Counter Girl asks.

"Mmmmmaaaaaaaaybe?" Damnit Vickie get it together. "I'm trying to put together an EDH deck to beat a really competitive friend of mine. Can I look at your singles?"

Counter Girl magnanimously gestures at the cards spread before her, and you stoop down to look. There's a few you've been looking at...

"We also have boxes of commons and uncommons, and some rarer cards in rougher shape," Counter Girl says. "They're just over there, feel free to bring them to your table to look at 'em. What's the story with this friend of yours?"

"Got me into the game," you explain offhandedly. "Taught me how to play, still teaching me. He knows a lot more about it than I do so I'm not sure how to like..."

"Surprise him?"

"Yeah, that."

"Don't," Counter Girl says with an expressive shrug; that Customer Service Smile becomes something more mischievous. "Try something that just...works. I may have just the thing for you."

She draws your attention to...

> Norin the Wary ( https://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=113512 )

> Uril, the Miststalker ( https://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=189645 )

Before you have time to fully make a selection, however, you catch the wafting scent of Wrath, and then the door opens to admit what can only be local Summer Courtiers. Oh joy.

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>>4072163
Your first thought is 'shakedown crew'. Big guy and a little guy; the taller one's some kinda glacial Elemental, all frozen skin and icicles in his hair, in the sorta lime green wifebeater that even trailer trash wouldn't be caught dead in. He's not armed, but he wouldn't be; Elementals attack with magic.

Little dude's one of your cousins, a weedy little Darkling pukestain who can't stop shifting his weight and darting his eyes around the room. You take a deep breath; methhead, at a guess, based on his breathing and the way he's twitching. Dangerous pastime for the Lost, that. He has a knife.

"An' who the hell is this, looking like a Summer storm from so far away?" the little dude babbles, his head cocking at a crazy angle. "You ain't local."

> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

> That's a take-it-outside sorta question, wouldn't you say?

> Don't see how that's your business.

>>4072174
>> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

Straightforward is more likely to let us get back to building this damn deck.

>>4072192
DO feel free to also vote on Commander selection there. I ain't gonna make you build the whole-ass deck, that'd be stupid, but...well, y'know.

>>4072174
>Uril, the Miststalker
>Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

Vicky doesn’t seem the type to use the complex rules interactions for Norin, and the title could shortcut things and stop shakedowns.

Other note: her best-known Elemental friend is Colors, who definitely does things more sword than spell. She’d need to be alert to change ups.

>>4072163
> Uril, the Miststalker
Pile up layers of MAD until you're huge and beat the other guy's face in. It's the Summer Court way. Pity we can't have more than one Rancor in the deck.

> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

>>4072202
> >>4072192 (You)
> DO feel free to also vote on Commander selection there. I ain't gonna make you build the whole-ass deck, that'd be stupid, but...well, y'know.

Ah, then:

>> Uril, the Miststalker

I can see how Norin might fit with a Darkling's basic mode of interaction with the world, but yeah, I think the other stuff required to make him a good Commander is too complex.

Also he just annoys me.

> Uril, the Miststalker
> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

I feel like Uril is a lot more straightforward to use whereas Norin will potentially trip Vickie up more than Rook given that he'll dodge her spells as well. The mana cost is a little rough even for a commander but if you can get Uril down that's a good step towards beating Rook's tricksy face in.

It feels wrong to be doing freehold talk in front of the mortal counter girl, but i guess with the veil gone and they started it, it's an innocent enough answer even to an impertinently delivered question. We're not starting a fight the way taking this outside could be. Not as immediately, anyways.

> Uril, the Miststalker
> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

Uril is the kind of creature almost purpose-built for EDH. Tough, and hard to get rid of without a specialized deck or a whole lot of collateral damage. Norin is more of a... combo deck creature.

>>4072174
>> Uril, the Miststalke
> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin. Here on business.

If we're doing Uril we need the aura sisters package. The totem armors are a must, as is spirit dancer.

>>4072174
>>Uril, the Miststalker
> Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin

No more write in options ?

>>4073282
For the nonce. Gonna call and write after I go to sleep; this week has been a hell of a year.

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>>4074675
Update tonight.

In any event, to make it explicit the plan here is to finish out this segment and then return to our Regularly Scheduled Colors Perspective. I've been contemplating something like this for awhile now and returning from hiatus made a decent excuse for it.

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>>4072174
MFW unanimous vote

MFW I still can't keep a promise to write on time

You relax your posture and stand at rest, with your hands clasped on front of your body. The little guy knows you're not less of a threat like this, but the big fucker takes it as a stand-down, like he's supposed to.

Idiot.

"I am Arrayer Victoria Amelia Reeds of New Avalon, cousin, granted commission by the Once and Future King. I am here on business."

The pukestain giggles. "Y'hear that Snowflake, we've got ourselves a Knight of the Round Table 'ere, a gen-yoo-aine follower of King fucking Arthur. Weren't you on the news, playing dodgeball like some jumped-up preschooler? You got your gob mashed in by one o' Winter's boys."

Lightning crackles all down your skin, raining from your Mantle and wreathing you in Saint Elmo's Fire. But your voice is calm when you say: "Yeah, that was me. Don't let me get in the way of your cards and comics."

"Oh, we ain't 'ere for cards and comics," the pukestain growls in what are supposed to be menacing and suggestive tones.

You completely ignore the subtext, knowing Snowflake won't have picked up on it: "Your board games then. Or D&D? I hear more Lost play it than I'd think."

"We ain't here for that either," the tweaker fuck snarls. The other patrons are looking now, and his head whips back and forth as he realizes he never got to the part of this where he makes his victim close up shop.

"If you're not here to buy," you say in your softest voice, "and you're not here to play, then I think you must've wandered in by mistake. It's been my pleasure to meet you, cousin. I'll see you in Court tonight."

Snowflake is blinking and starting to catch on that something is wrong. He looks down at the wiry fuck you're staring down.

> Signal Forum
> Intimidate (Persuasion vs. difficulty 9; you can spend Glamour on this roll)

>>4078842
>> Intimidate (Persuasion vs. difficulty 9; you can spend Glamour on this roll)

>>4078842
> Signal Forum

I don't want to be the one to start a scene in their city. If we were in New Avalon, sure pull rank, but I think we want the ability to say 'ask the witnesses' and have them confirm that they came at us. Plus, *not* terrifying the mortals is probably a good strategy in the long run (at least since we're not Autumn).

>>4078842
>> Intimidate (Persuasion vs. difficulty 9; you can spend Glamour on this roll)
Spend glamour please

>>4078842

...Do we even know how good Vickie is at Persuasion...? Or how much Glamour she has?

>> Signal Forum

He probably thinks we are alone >signal forum

>>4079049
Check out the character sheet linked in the first post.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10jve6pXJUtvRqIVTx4tYWDK-N8eDQsn1k2KQfTVMZyE/edit?usp=sharing

Vickie has a +2, with an additional +2 because our targets are fellow Summer Courtiers. The default here is 1d10+4 vs 9, but it's roll twice take highest. Glamour would give us a +1.

If you add all that up, it's a 75% chance to succeed without glamour and an 84% chance to succeed with glamour.

>>4079206
>Check out the character sheet linked in the first post

Oh crap, I skimmed right over that thinking it was just Colors' sheet again! Thanks.

>>4078842
>> Intimidate (Persuasion vs. difficulty 9; you can spend Glamour on this roll)

> Intimidate (Persuasion vs. difficulty 9; you can spend Glamour on this roll)

No vote on the glamour.

>Signal Forum

Making Winter visible is a risk around here if I remember right, but on the flip side showing Vicky isn’t alone might head off a fight with a couple of punks who think they outnumber her. Not that Knife Girl needs the help, but best to attempt non-stabby tactics

>>4078842
>intimidate, spend glamour.

Interesting debate going here.

> Intimidate with glamour

Better not immediately let them know Forum is here.

>>4078842
>> Intimidate (Persuasion vs. difficulty 9; you can spend Glamour on this roll)

Spend 1 Glamour.

Forum can be our plan B.

>>4078842
>Signal Forum
Im curious how he will handle this, using Winter or Autumn skills.

>Intimidate, spend Glamour

>>4079206
Then those who voted for Intimidate please use Glamour and don't fuck it up.

Alright, gonna update either before 4 PM EST today (the 15th) or after 10 PM, same day. Thanks for your patience y'all; the service industry remains a harsh mistress.

>>4088361
Some like harsh mistresses.

Is vox ok?

>>4092939

As OK as he ever is...

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>>4092939
>>4092986
I am very bad at being punctual.

I've also been grappling with the Glamour thing because NONE OF Y'ALL ACTUALLY INDICATED AN AMOUNT OF GLAMOUR WHY DO YOU BETRAY MY LOVE LIKE THIS

So what I'm gonna do is, this ONE TIME, let y'all just roll and then spend Glamour to make up for the shortfall, if any.

So: I need two rolls of 1d10+4 from separate posters, if you'd be so kind. Chances of formal update before work are unlikely but I'll have my girlfriend beat me into line if I don't update after.

>>4093213
I also gotta archive this thread soon huh. Lemme do that now.

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>4093213
I don't know how to roll oh god why was I given a computer and responsibility.

>>4093213

Alright let's see how this goes.

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d10 + 4)

>>4093247

...or I can read the roll syntax correctly, maybe?

>>4093213
Vox, literally just make a post linking to the glamour voters and just ask them with some options, this should not trigger crippling indecision.

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>>4093263
I can fit so much reckless social anxiety within me though

>>4093268
How did you ever make a kid if this is what triggers your social anxiety

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>>4093275

>>4093275
Just be a gorgeous man or woman and people want to make a baby with you no matter what.

>>4093263
The die is cast, those who chose the wrong option should now pay the price.

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>>4078842
3 + 4 + 2 (Glamour) = 9; SUCCESS

You spend 2 GLAMOUR

Now may be a good time to remind you that your Vice bonus is ACTIVE

You keep your voice low; your Mantle is doing all the shouting you need to have done, and there's no need to go spooking the mortals any more than they're already spooked. Foremost in your mind right now is the injunction to not fucking kill anybody while you're in Philly. If this gets violent, you might not have a choice and that just won't fly.

Also this Counter Girl's cute as fuck and you really don't need blood everywhere while she's watching.

"Is there something I can help you with, cousin?" you ask, feeding Glamour into the nothing-place that is and isn't the Wyrd in your soul. Your voice layers, gaining rich notes of threat and promise, and you place your hands on your hips - 'coincidentally' moving your jacket enough to show the hilt of your belt knife. "If you're a gambling man this is the place to get honest dice. I know Summer back at home loves a good throw during the slow months - display's right there."

You nod your head at a truly massive display of six-sided dice (whomst in the eternal and unliving fuck could possibly need dice sold by the scoop?), and the pukestain, God bless him, sees enough sense to take the out. With one last poisonous glare at the Counter Girl he pads over, selects a scoop of brightly-colored dice and a little red bag for them, and then starts reaching for his wallet.

"It's on the house," Counter Girl tells him. He glares again, flicks a glance over at Snowflake, and decides against starting shit.

"See you at Court tonight," the pukestain spits, and then the two of them take their leave, the tall Elemental looking visibly confused.

You can feel the tension drain out of the room.

"They gonna be back?" you ask, sotto voce, once you feel confident enough to turn away from the font door and right back towards that pretty smile fuck stop doing that.

Counter Girl shakes her head. "Not tonight. Maybe later, but...I've got some friends. They can be around for awhile." She slides you a little slip of paper and quirks that smile a bit wider. "Give that a call sometime, maybe you can be too."

The lightning in your Mantle snuffs out in an instant as you become too bi to exist and flee corporeality entirely.

Any second now.

Aaaaaaaany second now.

"You never did pick a card," Counter Girl continues, rescuing you from your attempt to instantly become a ghost without actually dying first. Weakly, you put your finger on Uril.

"This'll play to my strengths a bit more, I think," you admit. "...I talked a big game to Forum over there about how I wanna do this on my own but I'm actually sorta lost still. This game's so big."

Counter Girl tilts her head, then nods. "It is, yeah. Lemme drag the boss behind this counter and I can help you out. Sound good?"

You let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah. Thanks, um...?"

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>>4094353
"Krissy," Counter Girl answers. "I caught your name, Arrayer Reeds."

Ohfuckjustkillmenow.

Krissy laughs and goes to find her boss.

* * * *

It's a few hours before you leave and get back out into the rain (what the fuck is WITH this rain?), new deck tucked safely into your pocket and wallet lightened more than you expected but less than you might have feared.

You're rescued from what promises to be Forum's merciless teasing about you and Krissy by your phone ringing; you check the caller ID and it's -

> Mary (and the Wonderlanders)
> King Arthur
> Trick Martin (for Zoe and the Autumn Court)

>>4094357
>> King Arthur

A true changeling *chooses* who calls them! Apparently.

>>4094357
>> Trick Martin (for Zoe and the Autumn Court)

>>4094357
>> King Arthur

Uhhhhh hi boss!

>>4094357
>> King Arthur

>>4094357
>Mary on Atrhur's lap.

Should totally try to turn that onto form by seeing if he gets flustered by a potential 3 way

>>4094357
>> King Arthur
I can just hear him casually mention "who did you feel the need to intimidate by name-dropping me? I already got news"

Sounds like Arthur. I gotta wind down outta work, then start a new thread.

>>4103218
>>4103218
>>4103218
>>4103218

Here we go