2023.04.26 The Duel, Feature Creep

04.26.23 The Duel, Feature Creep
In short, what was going to be a small duel has expanded to be a short film! And it's going to involve a lot more people than just Kieran, Deirdre, and their seconds. Deirdre has come up with a fantastic plan to spread glamour far and wide. Kieran, Sark, Stella, and Peri all chip in to help out and make the plan even better, making points where needed, and discussing challenges. They all learn what they need to from each other in order to overcome them and make the plan solid.
IC Date	04.26.23
Players	Deirdre, Kieran, Peri, Sark, Stella
Location	The Siren’s Song
Spheres	Changeling

Siren's Song - Above Decks(#6347RM)

Siren's Song is a large, versatile fishing vessel, 155 feet in length. It has equipment for longlining and trap setting, as well as storage for keeping a few tons of fish fresh for a few days. The stern half of the ship is mostly open to facilitate the commercial activity with two cranes and other tackle to help reel in large tuna. The bow of the ship is fully enclosed, with an exterior that is noticeably more luxurious than would normally be seen on a typical fishing vessel in terms of finish and design. It has an uncommon sleekness to it—obviously some custom modifications have been done. The hull of the ship is emerald green, while the superstructure is a creamy white. It's clear that this ship is well-loved and maintained.

While Siren's Song itself is not chimerical in nature, the surrounding area is as awash in chimerical reality as anywhere else. The sharp smell of salt water is crisper, and the cries of the gulls more plaintive. Sometimes, almost, they seem like a mournful, but compelling song upon the wind.

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Deirdre is awaiting her friends just up the gangplank. She's lounging in a chair, looking very relaxed, taking in the sea air. Anachronistically, she's got some very cool looking sunglasses on, which contrast jarringly with her 18th century outfit.

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Kieran comes up the gang, looking like she just woke up. "You have booze, right? Tell me you have booze. I don't wanna hafta to and get booze..."

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The ship captain tilts her sunglasses out of the way to make sure that Kieran is still Kieran and not someone crazy. Deirdre looks almost insulted at the question. Check that! She does look insulted. "Gal, I always have booze," Deirdre responds flatly.

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Peri comes up the gangplank, skipping merrily, silver-blonde hair streaming behind her as she bounces. "Booze?" She perks up happily and waves to Deirdre and Kee. "Ladies! How are you all?" Sark has arrived.

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Kieran smirks at Peri, "Waiting for my Second to arrive, mostly. And kinda glad we didn't do this at JJ's."

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"Dame Astra, delighted to see you again!" Deirdre says, still in her chair. Comfortable human-shaped sea lion is comfortable. She does tip her hat to the noble Sidhe, though. "And what's wrong with JJ's, Keiran?"

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Sark probably can be heard bouncing his way down the pier to the ship, with the sounds of the Escalade down at the end where Stella says something to the driver before heading that way as well. Reaching the ship, he pauses and waits until he catches sight or sound of folks before hopping onboard with a chirpy, "Coming!"

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Peri Huhs and asks, "Why? Their chicken pot pie is awesome." She grins and pushes her hair out of her eyes, noting, "I had a late practice with the debate club, it went really badly." She grins as she spies the golden-haired fellow. "Sark!"

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Kieran smirks, glancing behind Sark, then back to Deirdre and Peri quickly, "Because I'm not ready for my girlfriend to see a *sidhe* in all her glory just yet." Then she sticks her tongue out at Peri.

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"Sark! Heya." Deirdre says, with a wave to the dragon. Then Deirdre turns back to Kieran. "Oh, I get it. You're afraid one look at Astra and off she goes leaving you alone? I wouldn't worry too much about it. You're still hot in that punkish, dangerous way." She winks to Kee and then to Peri says, "You know, in a debate, using Sovereign and saying 'I am Sidhe, therefor right' doesn't actually work." It's obvious she's teasing. "But what are you debating. If it's about what fish is best, I can help you."

Stella has arrived.

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Sark grins as he bounces onto the boat, clasping his hands behind his back, "Hihi. Im sorry we were a little late. I was taking a little longer than normal dealing with Thor being a princess. Stella should be right behind me. Hopefully we didnt miss much?"

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Kieran smirks at Sark and moves to give Stella a hug. "Hey, you..." Then she glances over toward Sark again. "So far I think we've established that there's alcohol, Debate Club cares not for your Jedi Mind Tricks, and Deirdre knows fish. Oh, and Stella's hooked up with an insecure idiot." Stella has partially disconnected.

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Stella isn't more than a few minutes behind Sark. Depending on where they are (besides ON A BOAT), there are Reasons. Good reasons. As far as you know.

Apparently, Stella came prepared for this boat visit with a swimsuit beneath her white, linen pants and the very loosely knit green top. She has her sunglasses atop her head and her hair is up in two twisted bundles. https://i.pinimg.com/564x/52/31/98/5231986f367d455d938251a9641ba7ba.jpg

She accepts Sark hand up to deck with a smile at him, then wheels around and catches at Kieran, not leaving it at a hug, but rather spinning that hug in an in-place circle that's almost a dance move. She releases Kee and steps back to offer smiles to Peri and Deirdre. "Fight me," she tells Kieran at that last bit. To Peri, "Hi. I'm Stella. And Kieran lies."

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Peri hmphs. "I promise I won't hit on your girlfriend," she says with a smile. "I'm not like that, I only hit on people who are unattached -- if I know, at least!" She giggles and looks over at Stella as she arrives, and notes, "I won't hit on you. I'm Peri. I promise I'm friendly!"

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"Heya, Stella." Deirdre says, finally resigning herself to the fact that she has to get out of her very comfortable chair, which she does. "So, I apologize for the usual etiquette of duels being broken here, but I have had inspiration and ideas. So, I want to discuss them with everyone first to make sure that we're all on the same page."

Deirdre blinks as she realizes something. "Oh, right, Dame Astra, it's your first time onboard ship, and Stella, too! Welcome aboard Siren's Song. She is my pride and joy. I will happily give you the full tour before you leave. However, business first as I promise you I will spend more time than allotted bragging about her."

Deirdre gestures to the hatch leading below decks and beckons them to follow her, talking as she walks. "For the record, we do have life jackets for everyone. If the Coasties ask you about it. Though, between me and Sark, I am sure we can manage any man overboard emergency. And even more while docked. Also, Stella, if you want to go swimming, please don't do it here at the docks. Worst place, I promise you. There's enough hydrocarbons in the water here to light it on fire, I think." Then Deirdre opens the hatch and lets everyone go below.

You move to Siren's Song - Below Decks Siren's Song - Below Decks(#6350RM)

The forward section of the ship trends much more towards private yacht than utilitarian commercial. There’s enough living space to keep those that live aboard ship, and those that sail out with the ship—there can be up to 24 crewmembers plus the captain and first mate—comfortable indefinitely. There’s a rec room with gym, a lounge, a galley, and a mess hall, as well as nooks and crannies for someone to get some time alone if they wish.

The lighting below in chimerical reality is more like candlelight or flame lanterns than the LEDs of the real world. The faintest smell of burnt gunpowder lingers, and faintly one can hear a sea shanty being sung. A chimerical rat is being chased by a chimerical cat.

Sark comes in from Siren's Song - Above Decks Sark has arrived. Peri comes in from Siren's Song - Above Decks Peri has arrived. Stella comes in from Siren's Song - Above Decks Stella has arrived. Kieran comes in from Siren's Song - Above Decks Kieran has arrived.

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To Peri, "You won't? Well that's disappointing. Is it the hair? It's the hair, isn't it." She is, however, apparently in good spirits. But to see Stella otherwise is a less frequent occurrence. "Hi, Dee. I didn't ask permission to come aboard before. So can I have it after the fact, Captain?" She didn't ask permission to call her 'Dee' either. She takes a moment to really look around at the parts of the boat she can see after just having boarded. "She's beautiful." She sounds quite sincere in that compliment of the captain's boat. A pause. "And we match."

Still to Dierdre: "Is today the day we get to fish for pirates? Or did I dress for the wrong occasion?" There's a sidelong glance at Sark as if checking for some silent indication from him. Another slow smile follows that. Back to Peri. "Tell me three interesting things about you so I can make bizarre and oblique but very interesting, much-to-early conclusions about you, Peri."

After those openings, Deirdre begins the serious portion of the conversation. Or more serious, at least.

Stella wrinkles her nose in agreement with Deirdre's opinion regarding harbor swimming.

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Sark laughs at the exchange and bobs his head at Kee's synopsis, also giving Stella a wink, "Peri is good people. Just very very pretty people!" Bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, he follows Deidre down below decks and finds a spot to plunk his butt down in the rec area and looks curiously at the others, "So after Dee introduced me to the Hamiton soundtrack, I went back and watched the play on Martin's computer. Are we gonna dress up like that? I could do that. I had thought about coming AS one of the cast members but that might draw too much attention..."

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Peri says, “No, it's because I promised Kee I wouldn't. Otherwise I totally would." She grins back at Stella, and then takes a step back from Kieran with an impish little smile. Okay. Three, huh. One, I skateboard, though I didn't bring my board tonight. Two, I'm sort of an auxiliary theatre geek. Three, I actually like expressionist art." She looks to Sark and says, "Well, I have convinced a handful of people to come in costume and sing the dueling song..."”

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Kieran sighs, and nudges Stella some. "No, it's just that I was saying I was glad we weren't doing this at the Market... cuz, you know how I told you /some/ of us are like, super-incredibly gorgeous and shit?" She gestures toward Peri, "An example. So she's being nice.. and, you know, teasing me a little."

She cocks her head at Deirdre, "Wait, you're breaking etiquette? I AM OFFENDED, CAPTAIN! Perhaps now *I* should get out a glove and demand *another* duel to settle this affair of honor! Duelling BANJOS! At DAWN! I don't know who Dawn is, but we can track her down and play duelling banjos at her until she cries and runs away, I'm sure.."

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"Thank you, Stella," Deirdre says, preening. Complimenting her boat is like complimenting a normal person's children, or something. "Sadly, no fishing for pirates today. We have urgent Faerie Business." Deirdre rolls her eyes at Kieran as she heads inside, but there's a small smirk on her lips as she listens before moving right past that. "So, if you are agreeable to my idea, there won't be any singing of that song. Sorry," Deirdre says, removing her hat and taking a seat in the lounge. "Some of you might know that I am opening a distillery. And, thanks to this duel and Kieran's inspiration, I am going to call it Ten Paces Rum. Now, there's going to be a groundbreaking of the building soon, and I hope to have the mayor there to give a nice speech about how many jobs and the beneficial impact to the city and what not. I am hoping to have the duel as part of the festivities. Golden shovel, duel, then a fishfry with enough beer to drown a redcap."

"And, as part of that, I want to record the duel, professionally, for use in commercials and other promotional materials for the brand. Which means, you all get paid! As actors. We'll get a script; I'll hire a company and we'll make it a thing. The college kids can dress like Hamilton, but we can't really reference it. They'll just be in late 18th century clothing."

"The goal is to make it really inspiring, really cool, a big must see event. Because, really, when is the last time you've seen someone duel with actual pistols, even if it's paintball?"

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Sark grins to himself as he listens, his gaze following the room around, while quietly checking on Stella for a few more moments, but as Deirdre explains she has a whole production planned, he 'ohhhhhhs' softly and swings his feet lightly where he sits, "Maybe Peri and I dress to match Dee then, and Stella matches Kee? I mean, whatever you two want to go with?" He pauses, "I can find an actual outfit so there's no chance my shifting is going to act up at the worst possible time."

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Something about what Kee says resettles Stella's more thoughtful, green-eyed attention on Peri. Head-to-toe. "Oh ... I ... mmmthought you were maybe being a little bit hyperbolic, Kiki, but ... wow." To Peri, "You forgot to say that you are stunning while you skateboard, and you're breath-taking when you geek out on theatre falderal, and that you break hearts when you gaze at art. And ... I'd prefer it if you don't convince Kieran or Sark that you want them to follow you around forever. Maybe I'd be indebted even, but not really because I don't like owe certain people things. Just metaphorically indebted.

Stella blinks rapidly a few times and then drags her attention to Kieran with little flickered glances back to Peri from time to time. A little wary, a little stunned. To Kieran, "Is this the duel that never ends? Because I don't like that song."

But Sark's point and Peri's mention of the TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS. "Then who is going to be the bullet?" It makes sense if you're a Hamilton person. Otherwise, it's just another Stella-ism. Back to Sark, "I think you'd look fantastic in one of those costumes. I'll probably just stick to the supporting company's costumes. Simple yet elegant. And maybe a little attractive, but easy to forget to watch with moments of stealing the show. So pretty much all the options."

Stella's smile in response to Deirdre's gracious 'thank you' is warm. She's pretty sure she remembers quite liking Deirdre once upon a time. Stella 'mmhmmmms' in agreement with Dee saying the song would not be sung, but she's still thinking of the Duel that never ends. However, 'Ten Paces Rum' is a perfect name for a Rum distillery, so ...after another flickered side-glance to Peri again as if she might attack ... with her still-stunning beauty (it doesn't go away!), she tells Dierdre, sounding faintly offended, "I don't want to get paid unless it's in Frost or something. I can't remember what it's called. Drops? Floss?"

"Did I hear that the goal was butt-shots? Because that's going to be some twisty shooting." Her attention flickers from Deirdre to Peri to Sark to Peri to Kieran and .... what do you know? ... back to Peri.

When Sark speaks, Stella bodily turns to face him. "Act up? Is that a Thing? Or was it just a pun?"

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Peri says, "I could definitely do a similar outfit, but we don't want to stand out too much, so maybe in black instead so we're not as out there colorwise." She blushes at Stella's words, and then laughs softly. "I won't, I promise. I'm not really ready for a forever, not yet at least. Someday! And I don't drag people away... that's not really my way of it." She giggles again, and just looks curious at the bullet idea. "Dross, and I like that idea myself, but I suppose just getting a SAG card for future use would be handy."

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Kieran says, “Hey, don't blame me for that! I want it named 'Captain Flipperbutt's Sweet & Salty Sea Spray'..." Then Stella's saying her piece, and Kieran stifles a quick snicker as she wraps her arms around her girlfriend from behind. "Yes, Starshine, I'll make sure you get paid in *floss*... probably Colgate-brand, either the waxed or charcoal version...”

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"The acting guilds have minimum payments set out in a table, and none of them involve dross, sorry. It's going to be cash. Actually, maybe a short film. I mean, we're going to have it on the website, it's not like I have to cut a 30 second Superbowl ad. I mean, I will, but not for a while. I will help arrange costumes; it will be a business expense. Might take some studio work, then filming on the day. I really need to get a screenwriter." Deirdre is more talking to herself than others at parts.

"And Kieran, we're going to have to practice to be able to make that shot without protective gear. This duel has to be live and it has to be real. So, we need to be good enough shots to make sure we can do it safely. I want a viral video! We'll have all the parts leading up to taking ten paces scripted. But the outcome, that will be real." Deirdre starts to bounce in her chair. "Oh man, the glamour bomb this will be. If we do it right."

Deirdre suddenly gets a little worried and looks at Stella and Sark. "How well can you two act?" The Fae has no worries about her sistren faeries. Kee is obviously comfortable performing and Peri is a Sidhe.

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Sark mmms softly at Stella, "When I'm recreating something without much practice, I dont usually get it JUST right. I have THIS appearance down, and the hawk, but anything else looks a little off. I tried to demonstrate to Dee last week and I think I kinda broke her brain."

He pauses to listen and nods slowly, creeping back into a grin at the discussion, "Stella and I can be there whenever you want to start this, just let us know when...and I think you said on the beach somewhere?" But then the question about acting and he smiles broadly, "I have...some...practice. Yes?"

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"Yeah, it's going to be moved off the beach to the construction site. Like I said, plans have changed and changed a lot! I know I'm asking a lot more of you, Sark and Stella. I know that this makes sense to Kieran and Dame Astra. This is what faeries do. What Changelings do," Deirdre explains. "At least, I hope Kee and Astra understand why I am doing it."

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Stella relaxes just the slightest bit when Kee wraps her arms around her from behind. "You're making fun of me. I know you are. There will be penalties. And where can a brunette get a job around here that pays in what Mademoiselle Peri said? Dross?"

Deirdre is super serious about this. Even Stella is caught a bit off-balance by all the particulars. "I can act, sure. So long as I'm acting like me." Yep. That's the logic.

Sark draws Stella's gaze again. It's never long before she can be caught visually touching base with him. "What did you do that broke her brain?" She's not helping much to keep the conversation on track. But she's not blowing it up, either.

"Probably," Stella says on the heels of Sark's promise of -anytime-. There's that IRS thing, but with enough notice ..." She quells a grin at Sark. "You have so much practice, Easy." Glancing back at Kieran over her shoulder, "Your butt's gonna be super sore after all that practicing. I suggest protective gear at least for the ... rehearsals."

"What do you mean, Captain?" Stella asks Deirdre. "Faeries run the film industry? They open Rum distilleries? They ... make viral videos?" Stella traces a fingertip lightly over the back of one of Kieran's hands while it remains around her person.

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Peri says, “All of the above. No, actually, we don't run the film industry, we just inspire some of the people who do." She pauses and looks thoughtful. "Well, some of the Market shops would pay in Dross..." She's considering all that is coming to pass, but for a moment, she just... goes blank, then says, "Crap, lost my train of thought. I was thinking about getting me and Sark matching black outfits." She seems to do that from time to time. Lose her train of thought, that is. "Maybe I should take some acting lessons from my drama club friends."”

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Kieran shrugs a little, "Yeah, I get why. Gimme a week or so, and I'll be accurate enough with a paintball gun... Captain Flipperbutt." She smirks, "I mean, we could do with rapiers, too, but no promises I won't actually *win*, if we do...."

Then she gives Stella a bit of a squeeze. "We already talked about this, hon... but you might not remember. You need dross for anything, let me know, I'll make sure you get it. And I don't think the good Captain's gonna be aiming at m'butt, hon."

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Sark tilts his head at Deirdre, looking a little confused, "Why would I have a problem with it being moved? I just need to know where and when we should be and what I should dress up as so I have time to practice the look." he pauses for a moment to listen to Stella's question, then nods, "I mean, unless there's something else that Im not catching about the move? I get that you are going to have cameras there, and I am confident enough my looks will hold under digital photography, or I would not risk it. Promise."

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"It's about inspiring and creating glamour. It's about making the world less dull," Deirdre tells Stella. "Imagine us as . . . special agents fighting boredom!" The captain grins. "And I am going to be shooting your butt, Kee. I am going to be aiming for that smart ass." She winks. "Besides, if we do swords, then it's not really ten paces, is it?"

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Peri says, “Swords would be a little dangerous, though, unless you went with blunted ones. That's generally what they do in acting, because who wants to screw around with live steel? Except maybe a lunatic." A pause. "Oh, right, we're all lunatics. This could be bad." She hrms at the thought of being a special agent and smiles brightly, looking over to Deirdre and saying, "So are we more '007', or 'Man from UNCLE,' or "Agents of SHIELD' or..."”

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Sark slowly nods at the explanation, "Just let me know what I can do to enhance the performance and I would be happy to? I think this is my first duel I have ever helped with, so, you know..." He grins for a moment and rolls a shoulder, "Im assuming blond teenager is fine, though if I need to be someone else, just give me details and I'll get it taken care of. I dont think my original idea of copying Lin Manuel Miranda would work well in front of TV cameras..."

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Kieran snorts, "Peri... we work for the Surrealistic Nonsense And Ridiculousness Kouncil. We're Agents of SNARK."

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"What is my job?" Stella asks softly over her shoulder to Kieran. "And I was told butts were the targets. Was I wrong?" As for her Bank of Kieran, her green eyes light up and she says, "That's riiiiight. And I was going to start very generously funding some of your undertakings where they don't use fl-- dross as tender. We need to go shopping." Stella looks back to Sark. "I think it would be pretty nifty if you HAD been a part of a duel in the past and all that knowledge just whooshed back at you at the right time and you did something deeply authentic." To Peri, she inquires, "What will you be doing, Mademoiselle?"

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Peri snickers at Kieran and says, "Indeed. I think I want a business card for that. Maybe a tee-shirt." At Stella's question, she ums. "Seconding. Mostly, standing there making sure Deirdre has her weapons and that they are in working order. That's most of the job of a second, though if she wants me to do more, I certainly can. I'm not much of a performer, but I'm willing to try. At least I won't look silly." Much. But she definitely won't look foolish.

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Sark rumbles softly and smiles, "Me in a duel? Nonono. Ive done very well at staying in the sidelines up to this point. Why break a lucky streak?" He grins for a moment, then nods slowly, "If Peri and I are Dee's seconds, we hand her her weapons of paint destruction and hold her cape, and if she chickens out, one of us has to shoot Kee instead. Least, that's what I understand." Which technically means both Kee and Dee could default and then Peri or Sark has to shoot Stella. Which he probably hasnt thought that wya through yet.

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Deirdre starts to giggle at SNARK. "Kee hit it on the head." She goes over to get some of her navy proof rum out and pours some for everyone. "I appreciate everyone's enthusiasm and willingness to go along with my madness. And well, Sark, baby, you're pretty as your human self. No need to impersonate someone. Besides, this isn't a Hamilton homage. This is our own thing." Deirdre shakes her head to Stella. "Nope, you're right. Butts. Aiming low makes it less likely that something will hit the face. As far as your job, I have an idea of some preliminary work, some narration, b roll of a wooden tall ship on the ocean, and such, telling the story of a duel. You will be Kieran's second. And in the short film—" Yes, it's a short film now. Someone stop Deirdre from feature creep before this is a feature film coming soon to a cinema near you. "There will be some scenes where the seconds meet and discuss a time and place. We might could use some of the college theatre kids as extras. Maybe a speaking part, depending on the screenplay."

"Oh, right! Oscars have a short film category. Okay, that's it." Deirdre picks up her phone and starts tapping away on the device. "And I just sold my LMT stock. Up 68 Capital gains . . . " The Selkie does some quick math. "Okay, I have money to sink into this. I wonder if Spielberg wants to direct?"

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Kieran says, “Were you wrong?" She shrugs at Stella, "I dunno. You're asking the wrong faerie if you want the rules of duels, hon... I thought it was ten paces, turn, and put someone's eye out, y'know? Looks like I was wrong." She gives Peri a wink, "We'll get everyone black suits, those wallet-badge-things, and cool leather jumpsuits for when it's time to kick ass in the name of SNARK."

"So.. I figure by mid-May you'll be shopping Producers and trying to raise funds to get Downey in this for a full-scale theatrical release?”

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Peri just... stares at Deirdre. She takes the rum, drains it in one delightful swallow, and then says, huskily, "Well, shit, if I knew this was gonna be that kinda party, I'd've worn my sugar momma attracting clothes. I *do* own hot pants." She laughs helplessly, and says, "Right. Acting lessons. Gah. That's gonna cut into my skating time. Maybe I could convince the drama coach to give me some direction and pointers and stuff."

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"Don't we need Tom Hanks in order to get Spielberg or do I have that backward?" Stella asks this as seriously as Dee suggests Spielberg in the first place. Then to Kieran, "I was going to dress up in an orange '60s mini dress like the actress from the U.N.C.L.E. movie." Stella gives it some thought, looks from Deirdre to Peri to Sark, and lingers there. "So what you're saying is that you and I could end up shooting each other in the butts, Easy?"

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Ooo, there's alcohol. Probably faster than Kee or Stella can stop him, Sark sliiiinks up and reaches over to grab himself a shot glass of the good stuff, grabbing a second glass of it before he sits back down. Is that the Jaws theme that's playing in the back of someone's head right now? Probably. Instead, he follows the conversation around with a bright gaze, digesting the potential requirements and sloooowly nodding along. He's got this. Well, he THINKS he's got this.

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"Okay, okay, not Spielberg. Maybe someone new, up and coming. You know, give them a boost up. How many people wallow in obscurity because of the fickleness of Lady Luck? But really, this is going to be great." Deirdre refills drinks. Also, navy proof rum is at least 100 proof. Strong. "Anyone have any objections? Any questions, comments, concerns?" The Selkie is ALLLLL smiles.

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Kieran sighs, "Aaaand Sark's drinking. Starshine, we're leaving him here tonight." She smirks at Sark as she continues, "Deirdre can drop him off home when he sobers up, while I take you clubbing. Don't need him getting all... fresh... again. But hmm... orange '60s mini-dress... with like, thigh-high leather go-go boots?" She nods distractedly, "Yeah, sure, wallowing in fickle ladies, uh-huh..." Someone's fixated on the possibility of go-go boots.

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Peri giggles. "Is Sark drinking a problem? I can always get him back home. Or he could sleep in my dorm room, I have... well, no space, really, but I could always get him to Reves if it gets too problematic. Plenty of room there. Unless you shift back into a dragon," she notes to him. "I've never seen you as a dragon. I have to see that someday." She accepts more rum, as a girl who can hold her booze.

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Sark takes a moment to catch up with Stella's comment about shooting her and he pauses in the middle of sucking down that second shot and THINKS about it for a moment. He tilts his head, then looks up at her in surprise, "Yes. That would mean you and I would have to shoot each other with paintballs. And I am horrible with friearms. Might even shoot myself." And then whoops, the second shot is gone. Kee's talk about leaving him here draws a smile to his face, "I promise! No handsy this time...." Peri is given a brighter smile and a nod of his head, "If we go back to the Market, I can show you. My, um, fat butt is too big, I will break DeeDee's boat, and that would be rude."

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Stella asks Kieran softly, "Do you want a drink, Butterfly? And will you be utterly upset with me when I give you sleeping pills so you don't get to duel?"Stella pulls out her phone to find the 'fit she's talking about, but she will grab a drink for Kieran who she happens to continue to stand in front of, half blocking the woman from the rest of the group for some odd reason. She finds it, shows Kieran. "Go-go boots are easy. Either this: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/54/31/dd/5431dd06fe1dcd062ec86c2c02619755.jpg or this: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/7c/0e/c67c0eea2fcc20cdca4a27fcf7e3d74b.jpg

Stella says, "I think Alicia Vikander is highly under-rated. But she did make the Lara Croft mistake, so ... white go-go boots, right? I'm sure that will fit in the plan that the Captain here is hatching."

As for Sark drinking, "You KNOW I can't leave him when he's drinking. He'd end up with an Escalade full of hungry hungry hippos none of which would pass my approval rituals." And yes, rum is obtained for herself and for Kieran with Stella being uncharacteristically rude and stepping back in front of Kee after also handing Sark yet another rum. "He is as stunning as you are, Mademoiselle," Stella tells Peri about dragon-Sark. And THAT is saying something.

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Deirdre looks to Peri, thinking. After a moment she decides that a Sidhe knight should be able to manage a drunk dragon. "You're damn right it would be rude! No breaking my boat, dragon. Do you have ANY idea how hard it would be to get the insurance for that?" Deirdre looks to Stella. Part of her is concerned that she's going to go off on her OFP. But she can't because Deirdre's on her OFP, and they all need to be on it for this. "Your wardrobe will be provided, Stella. If you want to wear go-go boots and a minidress for Kee in private, go for it. Bonus points if you can get your panties off without taking off the boots in a sexy manner." The Selkie winks.

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Kieran smiles when Stella gets her a drink, "Thank you, hon... and either of those would look pretty cute on you, yeah. White... or black... or red... depends on how you accessorize the belt and purse, I suppose." Her gaze moves lazily over to Deirdre for a moment before she pauses, and theatrically covers both of Stella's ears with her hands (she hasn't taken that drink yet) and says archly, "What makes you think I let /her/ take them off?" Sticking her tongue out at Deirdre, she removes her hands and collects the drink, giving Stella a quick peck on the cheek. "Sorry, hon. Captain Flipperbutt's got her mind in the gutter again." Yeah, that's it. And Kieran's just a paragon of fuckin' virtue and innocence here. "And you can totally leave him with Deirdre and/or Peri! They're irresponsible adults...ish... It'll be fine. I'm sure he'll be able to find his pants in the morning. Right on top of his head. With the lampshade."

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Peri hmphs. "I would hand him his pants back in the morning like the fucking Lady that I am not, I'll have you know." She pretends to sulk, but it doesn't last long. Peri just doesn't do the sulking thing well. She adds with amusement, "Sure, Kee, it's just Deirdre with the gutterbrain and everyone else here is perfectly chaste and pure as the driven snow... especially me." She snickers and sips from the second drink, not tossing it down like the first. She also considers Stella and says, "Red, definitely. And not just because it's my favorite color. There's just something about red." Says the Fiona.

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Sark smiles a little more as Stella and Kieran talk about leaving him with someone. Making sure he downed all of that second shot, he sets the glass back down with the rest and covers his mouth to stifle a rather impressive belch, before commenting, "Peri and or Dee can take me to the Dreaming and I can find a nice soft spot to pass out in the grass there. Im sure the childlings will amuse themselves climbing all over the sleeping dragon in the meantime." That idea seems to amuse him more than anything else, "And we'll find out if Dee's rum makes me fart in my sleep." With that 'decided' he listens to the rest of the conversation, giving Peri a curious look, "So we are wearing red, maybe? If you can show me the outfit you want to wear, I can do my best to recreate it. Well, maybe not TONIGHT, but you know what I mean."

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"Okay, Kee and Stella, go do your partying and get a room to do your weird sex acts. Dame Astra, if you would take the dragon to the dreaming to nap. I need to start looking for screenwriters." Deirdre says.

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Sark rolls Intelligence + Empathy vs 7 for 2 successes.
2 4 5 +7 +10
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"Nahh," Kieran laughs at Deirdre's suggestion, "Tell you what, hon... how about you buzz Juan to get the engine warmed up, and we'll take Sark home before we figure out what we're doing once you've tucked the centuries-old lizard in and read him a bedtime story..."