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IC: Talislanta Sword & Planet Disco Fantasia!

Started by Opaopajr, July 27, 2020, 01:09:23 AM

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Opaopajr

#60
BGM Reprise!

song: "Witch" -- Helen
clip: "Belladonna of Sadness" ('Kanashimi no Belladonna')

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WOiqMPk3nVw (NSFW, NOT SAFE FOR WORK)

OOC: 1970s avant garde psychedelica anime with 1980s italo disco, conceptually matching our current campaign's high concept sword & planet Talislanta world. The stars are not always wrong, but oh sometimes they are ever so close to right!  ;) Enjoy, and let's have a ride beyond our last shreds of sanity!
Just make your fuckin\' guy and roll the dice, you pricks. Focus on what\'s interesting, not what gives you the biggest randomly generated virtual penis.  -- J Arcane
 
You know, people keep comparing non-TSR D&D to deck-building in Magic: the Gathering. But maybe it\'s more like Katamari Damacy. You keep sticking shit on your characters until they are big enough to be a star.
-- talysman

Snowman0147

#61
Astlumis looked over at Buubi with curiosity as she finishes off the last Za warrior. 

"Relax Buubi.  You are right in the fact that I am not married.  What man I would had wedded died a long time ago by those filthy fanatics from Aaman...  sigh...  Sorry I am getting into a dark place that I shouldn't had brought up.  Do you know what is in that luggage?"

Opaopajr

Astlumia

Buubi eyes visibly moisten at your tragedy. At the abrupt change in topic she blinks back tears and musters a well-trained professionalism. "Why of course I would never know what is within 'me' until 'my owner' reveals 'my essence', my Lassy!"

It is an otherwise disorienting phrasing, luggage dancers projecting anthropomorphized identities upon unclaimed luggage until they are claimed or next carousel strut. But it is part of the make-work for travel hub entertainers, grabbing attention of disembarking travelers to quickly process personal packages. They claim a legacy stretching from before The Fall, but so do a lot of curious professions.

{OOC - She doesn't know and still assumes this is your luggage.}
Just make your fuckin\' guy and roll the dice, you pricks. Focus on what\'s interesting, not what gives you the biggest randomly generated virtual penis.  -- J Arcane
 
You know, people keep comparing non-TSR D&D to deck-building in Magic: the Gathering. But maybe it\'s more like Katamari Damacy. You keep sticking shit on your characters until they are big enough to be a star.
-- talysman

Snowman0147

Astlumia looks at the golden Buubi for a second before speaking.

"Do me a favor.  Go find the captain and inform him that I need to speak to him in secret.  If I am not in this room when you both arrive please wait."

As soon as Buubi leaves the room the witch immediately grabs the luggage and finds the nearest opening to toss the damn thing out of the vehicle.  If it ticks it can explode and Astlumia isn't planning to die today.  She will explain to the captain about it when he gets here.  Though not with Buubi around as that will give her a heart attack.

Opaopajr

#64
Astlumia

"Absolutely, my Lassy!" and sashays out of the breezy canopy cabin towards Ghandus.

Given that this ship is a catamaran and comprised of mostly sail, rope, and netting straddling very narrow pontoons on red iron wheels, holes to the outside of it are prolific. That said, some holes are more luggage-sized than others. Taking the path of least resistance, you place the luggage upon a netting sill next to a cargo-tarp porthole and nudge it safely off the side...

Ghandus, Amara, & Helios

... and a spume of pink glitterdust erupts off the port side (left of prow) during a port-arcing tack (wide left turn) leeward (downwind)! With the wind pushing the dust downwind into your ship's direction in the coming round or two, you spot the gold luggage dancer vamping towards you with a message that Astlumia wants to speak with the captain, likely Ghandus or Amara. (Nok may look like a captain, but is a newcomer onto this boat -- and seems more like a pilot unlearning some sea sailing versus salt sailing assumptions.)

Helios {
Spoiler
If that pink glitterdust is what you think it is, that's a vintage of contact hallucinogenic fun you haven't had in a very long time... And there doesn't seem to be any obstables this craft will crash into in the foreseeable future hours. Temptation versus responsibilities...
}
Just make your fuckin\' guy and roll the dice, you pricks. Focus on what\'s interesting, not what gives you the biggest randomly generated virtual penis.  -- J Arcane
 
You know, people keep comparing non-TSR D&D to deck-building in Magic: the Gathering. But maybe it\'s more like Katamari Damacy. You keep sticking shit on your characters until they are big enough to be a star.
-- talysman

SHARK

Ghandus watches her approach with a steady gaze--in a firm, though pleasant tone--speaking directly to her,

"Yes. What do you have, woman?"

Ghandus has a cool drink in his hand, and keeps one eye aimed at watching the ship's progress.
"It is the Marine Corps that will strip away the façade so easily confused with self. It is the Corps that will offer the pain needed to buy the truth. And at last, each will own the privilege of looking inside himself  to discover what truly resides there. Comfort is an illusion. A false security b

Opaopajr

#66
Round 1

Ghandus

"My Lass," seductively dancing as she goes on, "who has claimed 'me' -- her precious belongings in the taupe double clasp hardshell with lustrous handle finish --." She twirls into a distressed damsel lean upon a taut netting and webs her fingers to her chest indicating herself, "-- from the so recently endangered dance carousel, requests an audience with you, Captain."

"If you need privacy you can leave me on deck or place me in the cargo hold," she sulks piteously.

... luggage dancers always did blur the lines of anthropomorphism hard.

That pink dust cloud is closing on this round, though. Will likely blow through this 'gauzy ship' on the round after next (3rd rd). Strange dust, but hopefully just dust.

{OOC: anyone else acting on this Round 1?}
Just make your fuckin\' guy and roll the dice, you pricks. Focus on what\'s interesting, not what gives you the biggest randomly generated virtual penis.  -- J Arcane
 
You know, people keep comparing non-TSR D&D to deck-building in Magic: the Gathering. But maybe it\'s more like Katamari Damacy. You keep sticking shit on your characters until they are big enough to be a star.
-- talysman

SHARK

Ghandus offers his left shoulder to receive the special ritual marking.

Helios, how goes your divination? I think we should travel to meet up with her clan at the annex in the west.

Ghandus then reaches into a shoulder pouch, and pulls out a fine cigar, and proceeds to slowly light it up, puffing on the cigar gently.
"It is the Marine Corps that will strip away the façade so easily confused with self. It is the Corps that will offer the pain needed to buy the truth. And at last, each will own the privilege of looking inside himself  to discover what truly resides there. Comfort is an illusion. A false security b

Spinachcat

#68
"Helios....how goes your...divination?" speaks a far and distant voice, for Helios is deep within his trance, eyes burning into the sun, seeking the wisdom of the solar spirits.

"Who is this Helios? What is this Talislanta?" ask the spirits within his eyes. 

Having caught the attention of the solar spirits, Helios knows it is the time to bargain for the foresight he seeks: "You shall see what I have seen, but first you must show me what is to come! Sun spirits, show me the path of our pursuers and how to escape them."

And one spirits answers, "We shall show you Helios, but first you must take a VERY deep breath."

Hmm, thinks a sun-blasted Helios, how very odd for a solar spirit to take the form of a rushing cloud of pink glitterdust?

Snowman0147

Once the bomb had been tossed and she knows the crew is safe Astlumia will be heading back to med bay.

Opaopajr

#70
3rd day, 2 week, 4th month
Prime Sun "6 PM" (Second Sun Setting Horizonal-Oblate)
The Barrens

BGM Helen - Witch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLnTRwpmCGs

BGM Upcoming Playlist
The Take-off (dusk & evening) - "I Feel Love," Donna Summer & Giorgio Moroder https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm-ISatLDG0

The Ride (night) - "Magic," Olivia Newton-John https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnkHf069fvA

The Mellow (dawn) - "Sailing," Christopher Cross https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEO6gYCFbr0

The Comedown (morning) - "Avalon," Roxy Music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpA_5a0miWk

The Barrens, North of Akmir
Salt-Flat Cargo Catamaran

Helios

Inhales deeply as the pink dust cloud with suspended iridescent flecks caresses over the entire vehicle. Being little more than rigging and netting presumably everyone is coated, depending on how clothed they are in this heat. Oh yeah, no mistaking that initial airy tingle followed by gradual return to warmth, like being coated in witch hazel & alcohol solution and left to dry in a calm morning. That's some weapon-grade stuff right there...

{The Jukebox Imps are first to succumb, eyes rolling up in their head, and their beat changing to an entirely different song not in their catalog. This is some direct-from-the-source inspiration!}
BGM - "I Feel Love," Donna Summer & Giorgio Moroder

{"Go back and retrieve her luggage! Now!" the solar deva commands.}

And in a mental flash you see a taupe double clasp hardshell with lustrous handle finish splayed open in the golden-mauve lighting transition from late afternoon to dusk. Your boat is arcing away, but can easily backtrack if you hold this turn into a full circle —

Helios to Everyone

"Hold this position!" you yell to Nok at the helm.

— and you realize you have only a few minutes to steady the crew before they collide upon the tides of ecstasy... for hours. —

"Ready the gaffing poles for a pickup! Saddle on your safety harnesses or get into the hold if you can't find one!"

— You strap on the nearest padded chest harness with tether ending in a carabiner and start commanding who seems to be best resisting the dust's effects. Ghandus and Amara stand out notably given their size and bare skin, the dosage is already tremendous, they should otherwise be going limp by now. In the next rounds you prepare while circling back. —

"Gaff the luggage! No, not her aerial dancing in the rigging! The luggage, the luggage down there! Dammit, it's up to you, Ghandus and Amara!"

{"I feeel looove... I feel looooOOOOooooOOOOve! I feel loooOOOOooooOOOOve! ...}

— Several Za fail in their pass, some even going slack from pleasure, while Buubi whirls majestically from the main sail rigging to which her harness is tethered. Ghandus knocks the luggage's side so that it rotates, giving Amara full opening to the handle... success! —

Helios

A glint of reflecting sunlight staggers Helios, {"And head onto the Second Sun until morning... Destiny..." a vision of the solar deva holds your limp form, cooing wisdom to you, then fades into your tethered harness.}

Helios to Everyone

"All right, Nok, here's the hard part, stay with me until we face into the setting Second Sun," you recover, direct the luggage into the 'med bay' cabin for inspection, and then stand with the helmsman.

— This reminds you why as Thaecians your people prefer flowing robes and massive brandy sniffer orbs, for they were excellent and discreet defenses during the Hedonism Wars. Covering skin from contact drugs and holding spare breathable air from pleasure gases is only practical during enchanter... "disagreements." Looks like Nok needs some encouragement. —

"You're doing great Nok, just a little more and you can set up the cruise-control rigging."

— Yes, salt versus sea piloting must be different. His mastery is noticeable, except all the controls and ship responses fight his instincts. All right, here we go, he did great considering. You help Nok finish the last of the cruise-control rigging as he sags into unbearable release.

{"I feeel looove... I feel looooOOOOooooOOOOve! I feel loooOOOOooooOOOOve! ...}

Here's where a song bridge should be, just enough time to confer with the most clothed what it is in that luggage that must be kept before we 'fumble towards ecstasy'.

Catamaran 'Med-Bay' Cabin
Helios, Astumia, and 'Thigriz' (Calla)

Entering the 'med-bay' cabin there is only Astlumia and she who is called 'Thigriz' remaining, well-clothed in this heat as they are. A look of concern briefly passes over their faces between rising waves of joy. The taupe luggage lies open amidst you all, with a magi-clockwork device ticking in its center, each clamshell reservoir over half filled with more iridescent pink drug dust behind clear panes, and a delivery spray nozzle... confirming your worst suspicions. But my, how that lustrous handle finish ties the whole ensemble together! Must. hurry. too. much. feel. good.

It is a Glittaneous Neuro-Aesthesic Amplifying Transcenderizer System. Military-and-Concert-Arena-Grade. Thaecian-made. And so very contraband without a licensed military-imagineer escort. Either a new "disagreement" is starting or, due to this one's absence, will start and whatever in-over-their-head bootleg event promoter is playing with this is in for a world of ecstatic-agony. So one or two more foes are likely coming for all your heads.

Your revelation to your allies garners a mix of smoldering looks, pouting, and unconscious vamping, making it hard to gauge their stress response, but if bad news ever had to be delivered this might be the best way. It is the most alluring to be sure. And yet curiously Astlumia gives away not a whit whether she herself is the in-over-her-head event promoter. Time for private questions later.

"My bosom beguiles me as it heaves under this changing fabric. I have never noticed the sensuous value of so much clothing before. Is this why you outsiders like it?" the Thigriz breaks the silence after the reveal. Yeah, she's not long for consciousness, but at least she warmed from 'intruders' to 'outsiders', so the evening looks to bring surprises, maybe even friendship. There are two more spume charges left in the suitcase, or one enormous spume blast, you share as the last of coherence ebbs from your gathering.

[OOC: ALL PCs, you each have a last chance to say something before you slip into unconsciousness on the 'crystal' ship.]

{"I feeel looove... I feel looooOOOOooooOOOOve! I feel loooOOOOooooOOOOve! ...}

[OOC: During this evening's haze of pleasure the Thigriz will reveal her name as Calla and offer invitational branding as Guests of Zaran (previous post, slotting it in its proper time slot). From here we will have you awaken in the dead of night to The Ride, where the jukebox imps will switch to playing "Magic" by Olivia Newton-John, and the ship's LuminOrbs (lanterns) attract the abyssal howl and massive distant silhouettes of salt devils.]
Just make your fuckin\' guy and roll the dice, you pricks. Focus on what\'s interesting, not what gives you the biggest randomly generated virtual penis.  -- J Arcane
 
You know, people keep comparing non-TSR D&D to deck-building in Magic: the Gathering. But maybe it\'s more like Katamari Damacy. You keep sticking shit on your characters until they are big enough to be a star.
-- talysman

Snowman0147

#71
(OOC: Wait I thought I tossed it before it can blow up and the explosion can get us.)

(EDIT: Had to do a reread.  Okay so I am just drugged out and passed out.  Not going crazy on drugs.)

Spinachcat

Helios sighs and slumps, "Oh well, I did want to see new things and go to new places."

Thump.



Snowman0147

"Damnit I was trying to save the ship from the bo..."

SHARK

Ghandus shouts out gleefully, "Ride on, baby! RIDE ON!"!!!

Ghandus lays there and drinks, gazing into the shifting skies.
"It is the Marine Corps that will strip away the façade so easily confused with self. It is the Corps that will offer the pain needed to buy the truth. And at last, each will own the privilege of looking inside himself  to discover what truly resides there. Comfort is an illusion. A false security b