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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] emptynesters2016-02-03 09:43 pm
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TEST DRIVE #1

LET'S GET (meta)PHYSICAL




WELCOME TO THE TEST DRIVE and thank you for your interest! Though the game hasn't started yet, we've put together a mini-mission with a few different goals for your characters to pursue. In the interest of flexibility and allowing players to experiment with the game mechanics, we invite you to pick your own broodmates, experiment with abilities and specializations, talk to each other and maybe make up some pre-established cr, and generally play around however you like. This test drive will not be game canon, so take this chance to go nuts!

For the full experience, we strongly encourage players to write up a short blurb about what their fellow characters might know about them either through shared time on the Station or through the Nest mental link. Handy links can be found at the bottom of this entry if you have any questions or want to place a reserve.
          HELINOS TOZ
...is the smallest galactic empire located in the second disk of the Silver Halo Galaxy. For thousands of years, the neighboring CONFEDERATE OF BAL and INIVIAL COR(P) have eaten away at Helinos Toz's territory and now have reduced the once-great empire to a single moon ruled by the Last Empress. Though she is a child who owns little in the way of property on the galactic stage, the Last Empress still holds a precious seat in the shrinking Galactic House of Chairs. From this seat she and her allies have managed to keep a stranglehold on the throats of Bal and Inivial’s expansion efforts into the fourth and fifth disks of the Halo. She has accomplished this task by viciously excising loopholes in galactic regulation. Paradoxical though it may sound, the outer rings view the Last Empress as one of the few remaining heroes for the common man against the absorption of either the Bal or Inivial, a symbol of the dangers the two great empires present and a name and a heritage that even today commands respect. While Bal and Inivial may have radically different galactic goals and famously spend their time hounding one another in the house of chairs, they can agree on one thing: the Last Empress and her tiny moon kingdom are a thorn in their side. In an effort to pluck it, Bal and Inivial have joined forces to do away with the Empress and her moon forever.

While a direct attack on the ground empire moon would be an undeniable act of war, and would result in heavy sanctions which would only serve to set their goals back further, there are ways to destabilize the moon without actually putting boots on the ground. Inivial has decided to sacrifice one of their own assets to achieve this: the planet which the moon orbits. Helinos Prime is a cold, dead rock, without it's own atmosphere, as well as the site of a significant Inivial mining operation. It's this very operation that Invivial intends to utilize. By mining directly to the planet’s core, they will harvest a massive amount of heavy elements, cutting heavily into the planet's mass and degrading it's orbit in space-- making it a risk to surrounding inhabited worlds. Galactic regulation demands such a threat be absolutely absolved- by total destruction. Further, it states that these dangers must be dealt with in no more than eight hours, regardless of any other sanctions or treaties. The act itself is quite sterile: a beam weapon located in the first ring which is capable of destroying most planets in a single shot as long as alignment is correct. And once the planet goes, so too does the empire moon.

But even getting rid of the empire’s last land holdings wouldn’t do away with the Empress herself, which is why the Confederate of Bal’s massive armada has opted to choose today for a sprawling training exercise in their space above the empire moon. As is their right under the Secrets and Sanctions treaty, they have refused the operation of any other space traffic in that sector until their exercise has been completed. The paperwork is filed, notarized, and finalized. Under the guise of the Bal and Inivial’s mutual animosity, the two super powers mean to trap the Last Empress with the very rules and regulations she’s spent her young life manipulating to keep them both muzzled.

In summary: the Last Empress and what remains of her small royal envoy are stuck quite literally between a dissolving rock and the hard place of the Confederate of Bal’s guns with no diplomatic wiggle room. Should the empire of Helinos Toz fall, the majority of the house of chairs will turn in favor of expansion and it won’t be long before the Halo’s outer rings become the stage for a vicious war between Bal and Inivial. Those citizens of the outer rings will find their lives drastically changed as those two powers dash to make opportune land (and space) grabs. If the Last Empress can be saved, she might be able to successfully reveal this act of aggression for what it is, and use it as a way to rally the rest of the house of chairs, around her and the interests of the outer rings she stands for, against Bal and Inivial.

YOUR MISSION is to help the Last Empress escape the empire moon before it can be vaporized by Inivial, and to slide her and as many of her retinue as possible through the lines of Bal’s armada undetected.


          PROMPTS
ONE • DEBRIEF: NOT AS SEXY AS IT SOUNDS
You've been given your mission file (see above) and outfitted with the appropriate gear to see it through. Today that means thermal suits designed to withstand face melting temperatures and a small cadre of ships that seem awfully familiar... if you're not mistaken they're the same ships currently in formation above Helinos Toz. You can ask Prince where he got them or Cathaway for some flying advice, but you probably won't get answers that makes any sense. Hopefully some of you know how to fly. Hug your friends, say your prayers, and wave Station 72 goodbye because it's time to...

TWO • HITTING ROCK BOTTOM
...sabotage a giant plasma drill! Down on Helinos Prime, Inivial's massive mining operation is a veritable labyrinth of tunnels and substations. Luckily you've been provided with schematics (if you feel like using them), and with some trial and error you should be able to navigate your way to key points in the mining operation. It won't be possible to completely stop the machine from coring the planet, but you just need to buy a little time. Suggested targets are the drill's targeting interface, its coolant systems, and its auxiliary stabilizer vents. How do you do that? Time to use your imagination. On the plus side, no one's around to stop you. Inivial already evacuated their on-site personnel which, come to think of it, might be a bad sign.

THREE • HURRY UP AND WAIT
With Inivial's drill momentarily on pause, it's time to rescue an Empress. Does she even know you're coming for her? Well, she'll find out eventually. There's room for six extra people on the ships provided, meaning you have exactly enough room to smuggle her and her closest advisers off of the empire moon. You've got six hours before you can (and really SHOULD) leave. Right now it looks like there's time to kill. Get to know the locals, the moon's bustling trade port, or its local population of cute dragonbirds. You have a collapsing planet below you and a veritable wasps nest of ships above you. Enjoy it while it lasts-- or bypass it all and wait for your window of opportunity with the Empress and her envoy.

FOUR • INTO THE WILD BLACK YONDER
The stealth ships can travel invisibly while in atmosphere, but there's no tricking the sensors of the Bal's ships. Luckily you fit right in-- almost. Pretending to be Bal ships might make the most sense, but what if someone notices you're out of drill formation? Even worse, what if someone detects you leaving the empire moon? No Bal ship is supposed to be down there. You could always try finding another ship to take into space, something with a little bit of stealth or maybe a harmless trading vessel. Then again, no one's supposed to be coming off the moon and into this space at all. Think fast, talk faster, or hope your pilot is really good.

FIVE • WILDCARD
Honestly? This is your show. Go surfing on some subterranean lava flows while stalling Inivial's mining efforts, try to take all the Empress's gold leaf dining room chairs with you when you evacuate the empire moon, or maybe you're done with this whole mission alltogether and want to try hijacking a ship from the Bal's armada and flying it out into space until this whole thing blows over. There's a whole galaxy out there; what else could be waiting for you?


NAVIGATIONPREMISEFAQGLOSSARYSYMBIOTIC SKILLS GUIDERESERVES
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bambi caprice ( original )

[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-04 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
(( BAMBI IS A RHO TYPE, and for the purpose of this TDM, her symbiote-given ability is all about the power of manipulation and suggestion. That is, she is able to implant an idea or a desire into a person's head and it festers the mind like an itch that needs to be scratched. However, since it is a low level skill, it really is more of a suggestion than a proper charming ability, meaning that whether it works or not depends on the person's will and mood - for example, she might suggest a nap, but if the person drank a gallon of coffee, it really won't work. As for pre-established CR, Bambi seems to have adjusted eerily well to the symbiote, but in reality it is a forced façade as she hates having people inside her head, especially considering her natural powers are exactly the opposite, being able to keep mind-readers out of her brain. However, as time goes by, she seems to be able to control her emotions and project different feelings than those she actually holds, and as such she seems... agreeable to the symbiote. She is also a natural liar and all about fake-sweetness and fake subservience, always pleasant and rarely angry on the outside, even if she is boiling on the inside. ))

( ONE. ) GEAR ME UP, SCOTTY.
[ The mission is not of her interest, but completing it is. To seem complacent and obedient has never been problematic for Bambi. In fact, she has always been a servant all her life. It is a second nature to pretend to be one still. Even with a symbiote overpowering her lies more often than not (and way more often than she would like to admit), Bambi can still serve and seem content in doing it. Like it is her sole purpose, to be told what to do. And to some people, that would be a damaging thing to their pride and their precious dignity, the image they have to uphold. For Bambi, it is a mean to an end. To what end specifically, she is still carving it and designing it for herself.

But she tries not to think about it, not when in the vicinity of others. The network of the brood is too extent and too dangerous to venture in such thoughts when not isolated. Practising to keep others at bay is a careful process and one she does not jump head first into. She is patient. She is calculating.

Right now, she keeps her mind on the mission so that any rude and curious broodmate that peeks into her mind unannounced hears only the repeat of the debriefing as she puts on the thermal suit. Adjusts the gloves slowly, looks them over. Ugly thing, but vanity is something she has found that lacks sorely aboard Station 72. Honestly, she misses the pretty dresses and beautiful things from home. Maybe she will indulge next time they come across actual civilization. And maybe, since they are going in to dirty mines, she might come across a pretty diamond. Wouldn't that be rich?

She tries to reach for the last bit of the zip of the thermal suit, but it seems a little too problematic. She turns to the person next to her and smiles, all sweet.
]

Could you zip me up?

( TWO. ) THIS IS (NOT) A DRILL.
[ Bambi is not a fighter. Never was, not much for violence - not by her own hands, at least. She does not flinch at the sight of blood and much of her plans for revenge were all about bathing in that of her enemies, but she is not a warrior. She is more of a chessmaster. But not being a being fit for fighting does not mean she cannot hold her own. Or at least have other skills that can help her. So while her skills do not rely on strength, Bambi is not so helpless to not be able to look after herself in other clever ways.

She goes after those she feels are... more inclined to take up a fight. They can act as a shield for her. She is also capable to being light on her feet and quite lithe when necessary - she only exerts herself when necessary, after all. So when she is separated from the group she has chosen to stick close to, she curses her bad luck (internally) and takes the path that is hidden. The long way around, but the safest. Less people, less surprise attacks. Narrow passages. A step that is not calculated can end in a very badly bruised ankle. But she takes her time, pulling herself along the mines, carefully tapping into the brood to navigate to whoever's closer.

And once she finds them, she announces her presence carefully with a soft sound, dropping to the floor in front of them. Smiling, as always.
]

I got separated from my group. I'll join you instead. [ It is spoken like she is asking for permission, but gently nudging them for the acceptance of her presence. Like there was no other way. ] Think we are close to the drill?

( THREE. ) DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIENDS
[ Civilization. The only interesting part of this mission. Made more interesting by the fact she was able to score one pretty ring from a weak-willed merchant. All she had to do was suggest, for his benefit, for him to give her the prettiest ring she herself picked to give him some free publicity. After all, she wore it well. People would surely question her where she got such a great piece of jewellery and he would get a bigger influx of clientèle.

At least while this desolate rock still existed.

Leaning on a rail, she turns the ring back and forth on her hand, holding it up and generally taking good appreciation of the pretty rock in the centre of its intricate design. The presence that suddenly comes loom over her shoulder does not bother her as she feels the symbiote inside stir peacefully, the biological ping of someone from her brood. She hates the feeling of warmth and calm that washes over her every time it happens. Makes her want to throw up and rip apart the thing she hosts inside. But she holds those feelings at bay. Chokes them into the pit of her stomach. Tries to overpower in a confusing mess of calm and pleasantries, bubbling anxiety underneath.

She does not look at the other, too focused on the ring. It is pretty. Materialism calms her down a little bit. A vice that comes attached to the Suit she belongs to.
]

How much longer?

( FOUR. ) WILDCARD
Have a better idea? Somewhere else that is not in this rock? That's cool, hit me up. Just ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ tag me.

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scotty your hands are so soft oh no

[personal profile] fatua 2016-02-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ziiiiiiiiip goes the zip. ]

Did you always have such white teeth?

[ Cue Mack leaning in, damned be personal space. Those are some pretty white teeth ok, this is important. ]

What are you doing here anyway?
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-05 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ There really is only one person that would make such an absurd comment such as that one, so Bambi does not turn to see who it is that is pressing too close nor does she step out of the invaded personal space. She simply shakes her head gently and rolls her eyes up to the tall ceiling, then sighs through her nose. She pulls her hair over her shoulder, long brown locks twisting and curling slightly midway through.

Then, she slowly moves her too-blue eyes over to Mack, taking in every detail of her face, before tilting her head slightly to the left.
]

The same as you.
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[personal profile] fatua 2016-02-05 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mack's eyes follow her every movement with attention, almost as if trying to find inconsistentes. Inconsistentes compared to what, she can't tell, but Mack has the feeling something has moved on, so to speak. Did she do that? Or rather, did another her do that? Do what?

The questions start giving her a headache so she does what she does best and ignores them. No sense to dwell on the past.
]

What, you also got railroaded into performing selfless acts of good in some sort of intergalactic peace corps?

[ She takes a moment to catch her breath. ]

Small world.
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-05 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is easy for someone like her to know when she is being watched and it is equally easy to keep her posture, her body language, neutral, the same, as if she does not know someone is observing closely every move of hers. She remains still, quiet-- her mind neutral and soothing.

Then, she smiles sweetly to her.
]

I suppose it is.

[ Bambi finally turns around, stepping out of the invaded personal space when doing so, facing Mack instead of keeping her back to her. ]
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[personal profile] fatua 2016-02-05 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It feels familiar, this game of posture and pretense. Mack's not entirely sure it was always so mentally tiring, but it wouldn't be a surprise if it were. Nobody ever makes her thread more carefully than Bambi, and that's why she likes her. That's also why she sometimes wants to throw her from a relatively high place, but nobody is perfect. ]

Funny, you never seemed like the altruistic type to me. You're gonna be alright?

[ For a moment, she sounds more worried than she would like to. She moves to check her own suit then, eyes drifting away from the girl. ]
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-05 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I am a servant, am I not? I obey.

[ It is not about being altruistic. She is not stupid enough to put that façade. But to do as told, that is something that not one soul would find odd coming from Bambi. She is a servant, a Suit, the Two of Diamonds. She was born to serve. And she plays her role very well.

She does not stray her eyes from Mack.
]

And someone ought to make sure you do not lose your head.
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[personal profile] fatua 2016-02-05 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Please Bambi, there's only ever been one person you've obeyed.

[ But she doesn't fight her further, or look up yet. She's devoting her attention to make sure she actually did put everywhere in the right place, and also very obviously avoiding eye contact. Avoiding giving the girl any chance to see the uncertainty in her own eyes.

Her remark makes her laugh though, and she looks up. It might be a bit too late for that.
]

You just love my company, don't lie.
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-05 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The Chariot had proper claim over the Two of Diamonds. After him, you had proper claim. So, there are at least two people I have willingly obeyed. After all, you are a Royal. It would be rude of me to deny you a Suit when you were without one. [ A pause. She smiles when Mack finally looks up to her. ] There is no place to be jealous, Mack.

[ The pause is chosen wisely. Letting the words play in her mind. The smile still sweet. Gentle. A doll. Her revenge is hidden well in the depths of her mind. Her servitude is much like her smile: you would think of it genuine, sweet, gentle, loyal. After all, she is a chessmaster. She has played the game for too long to slip up, even when embroiled in a network of wired minds.

She knows well what to say.
] I am still your servant.

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[personal profile] biforms 2016-02-06 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Far from Helix to have been used to a life of servitude. No - she knows a life in a collective, serving the stars and being served by them, all the while belonging to and owning nothing. The existence she knew before is nothing like this one, but even having been condensed to less of a grain in the spectrum of the universe, she can see the excitement and novelty of being - human.

To a point.

Her smile is trained but no less genuine for it. The words she speaks feel new on her tongue, acquiring a new language that's been recently etched in her ever-learning mind. With every time she does something, it becomes more natural to her, but there's never really the factor that clicks and makes her look like she was born for this. With a stiff nod,]


O-kay.

[She steps over, the back of her suit still completely unzipped down to her lower back, and pinches Bambi's zipper between two fingers, sliding it upwards until it stilts to a stop.]

Like that?
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Then perhaps she might be one of the more well-adjusted creatures to this situation. Bambi certainly isn't, a self-serving servant and manipulative, vengeful thing, but one that has many years of experience serving the people she most hates and never once slipping up, never once making them suspect of her true intentions. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

The stilted words make her wonder if it is learned behaviour or simply an effort. But as someone with a light accent herself, it is merely curiosity - one she does not sate at the present moment.

Zipped up, she pulls her hair back and turns around, giving her a curt nod in thanks; from this angle, she can see the thermal suit rather loose.
]

Thank you. Do you require assistance with yours?
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[personal profile] biforms 2016-02-06 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Helix nods, satisfied that she was able to help. Her blonde hair swings lightly with every move she makes, light, almost feathery, shiny despite the conditions they've been reduced to. There's an air about her that almost constantly glows, bursting with health and quiet energy.

She turns around to expose her back to Bambi.]


Please. Will you do the same for me?
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Most people that she has discovered as hosts have been human. This woman, however, feels different - not only the way she stands, walks, the subtle glow of her, but the way her connection feels different. Like a texture unknown to her tact.

Not that she finds such thing odd. After all, she is not a human herself.

Bambi has no trouble in complying to the request. She pushes the blond hair to the side as to not to trap it in the teeth of the zipper, pulling it up until it finishes high up against the neck.
]

There.
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[personal profile] biforms 2016-02-06 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Helix straightens up to help her zip, then places her hand against her torso as if pressing the fabric to her skin. Feeling it fit like a glove is nice and provokes a new smile.]

Thank you. That does feel much better now.
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bambi doesn't say anything, has nothing else to add but a gentle smile. She doesn't, however, agree with her at all. The thermal suit is less than ideal for her. The design flat, ugly, and nothing to do with her style. Bambi understands, however, it is something to keep their bodies safe - but there could be some other suits with a proper design. It fits odd in her body.

She doesn't share her thoughts of it though.
]

We should depart soon.
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[personal profile] biforms 2016-02-06 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. I believe we will.

[She turns back to Bambi, hair swaying again. Helix looks like she's stepped out of a goddamn Pantene ad. What a ho.]

Are you ready? I have never done this before.
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you were doing so well, but then you had to go with pantene and hos

[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As always, Bambi allows the other person to lead. She waits two steps and then follows, walking behind with a proper amount of distance to neither be overbearing nor creepy. ]

I do not believe they would send us if they did not find us prepared. [ A pause. ] They are fond of us.

[ Well, not that she believes that. She believes they care for them as Hosts. They are caring of the symbiotes. ]

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[personal profile] wont_be_me 2016-02-06 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course Carla notices the ring. She leans in lazily to observe it, the petty bitch inside of her contemplates snatching it away from the girl, but instead merely says, ]

You could have done better.

[ Bigger, flashier, more. ]
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is not quite the answer to her question, is it? Bambi tilts her head to look at Carla, eyebrows rising slightly, friendly and quiet - no offense taken at all. At least, not one that she lets transpire. ]

Perhaps. [ It had been a test of her powers. She is cautious.

A sweet smile.
]

This one satisfies my present needs.
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[personal profile] wont_be_me 2016-02-06 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that Carla wouldn't understand, she's spent some of her own time on this doomed little rock practicing. Her games weren't merely as nice. She keeps the image of it out of the thoughts they share, only letting her self-satisfaction through, but then that's ever-present with her. ]

Earrings would've been prettier anyway.

[ There's a teasing there, a purposeful denseness just to see if she can eke a response from Bambi. ]
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bambi is careful with the thoughts. She can feel the link being tugged at, demanding entrance; it is a delicate thing to allow it. If she shuts it down, it transpire suspicion. If she opens too much, too many things flood out. So, it is like opening a door to a cupboard too full of fragile things: slow and with care. Dampers everything else in neutrality. Subservient thoughts, sweet things. Not too nice to feel fake, not too neutral to feel forced.

Just enough. She is a well practiced liar.
]

If you wish, I would be gad to find a pair that suits you. [ She touches her earlobe carefully. ] For I am happy with these. [ A present from her father. She does not pull them off. ]
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[personal profile] wont_be_me 2016-02-06 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A pair of liars in different colors, manipulators. A careful detente there where neither would particularly appreciate the other's powers inflicted. There's a vague kind of affection for Bambi's pretty little china shop of thought, the gentle perfume of it. The kind of affection that makes her want to slowly crush one teacup at a time in her hand. Her aggression is a controlled undertone. ]

Why not.

[ Why not take advantage of Bambi's avoidance. ]
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is not quite taking advantage when she is so willingly offering to do so. Because serving others is something she does not find bothersome. She is well taught in that front - a lifetime of playing the role of loyal servant is easy to carry out, easier even amidst this foreign situation.

So, she serves. She smiles softly to Carla and nods in compliance.
]

Have you laid eyes upon any that have caught your attention?
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[personal profile] wont_be_me 2016-02-06 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She is so far from servile that such a line of thinking doesn't even occur to her. She finds such concepts pathetic, her arrogance and sense of self far too integral to her being to allow for it. ]

Hmm. What do you think would look pretty on me?

[ There's a sharp note of mockery in her tone. Pretty is not exactly the way to describe Carla, and not something she worried about. ]
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[personal profile] gonewrong 2016-02-06 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, but this is a game she is well versed in playing. Sweetening up someone with compliments. Giving advice on appearances. Something any Diamond is comfortable in doing, really-- all of them a victim of vanity.

Bambi turns, close to the other woman. Looks, eyes almost too blue observing her carefully. Beautiful, with a darkness to her. Certainly a woman that knows well her worth and the way she looks.

She takes pause. Then tilts her head softly.
]

Simplicity should suit you well. There is little to add to your beauty.

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