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Player: Naomi GM: Dozer.
Synopsis: AQ at a NY fashion show.
«Plot» Dozer says, "For the record, please consent and state the rating and nature of this Astral Quest."
«Plot» Naomi says, "I consent to the danger of the job. This will be a Rating 5 Quest for Learn Spell: Fashion."
The preparations for an astral quest are quite familiar to Naomi by now, but it's an ever-evolving process. Dressed in the robe she wears for her formal magical rituals, she walks into her lodge and takes a seat on the floor, sitting lotus style and takes a deep breath. Her Increase Reflexes spell is already cast and sustained by her focus, her body tingling with the energy as she focuses her mind. With a few quick words of Gaelic, the female form of a Hearth spirit fades into view, long hair flowing behind her as she curtsies. "Watch over me while I'm gone, dear." Conchita is due to check on her soon enough to help if things did end up going that badly.
Ready to go, she settles in her position, finding herself a comfortable balance as she slips out o fher body, hovering above her physical shell for a moment before she sets off for the Threshold.
«Auto-Judge[]» Naomi (#11853) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 6 for "Force 6 Increase Reflexes, cast before departure.":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 8 9 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Naomi (#11853) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "D Drain":
1 1 1 3 4 4 5 5 11 11 11 = 7 Successes
«Plot» Naomi suffered Light drain in the casting, taking the time to recover before departing for the Threshold.
«Plot» Dozer says, "Sustaining or in a focus?"
«Plot» Naomi says, "Sorry, it's in a focus."
Naomi steps through the Threshold out on to a busy street outside a theater sandwiched between two corporate skyscrapers. Suited corp types are bustling by, some stopping at the numerous soydog stands or getting into one of the many yellow cabs. What really gives the game away is the neon sign above the theater's entrance that reads "New York Fashion Week." An attractive Elven male, dressed in a sharp suit and carrying a leather folio tucked under one arm hurries over.
"Ah, Miss Quinn. You're late. Fraternising with the lesser races again were we? Tsk Tsk."
Naomi glances down at herself, seeing herself dressed in a rather nicely tailored suit, professional length skirt, black stockings and proper heels to go with. She gives her suit coat a little tug to smooth it out and smiles to the man. "I wouldn't call them lesser races. Simply less advantaged. But, I do apologize for keeping you waiting." She looks at the building and takes in a deep breath, letting it out and giving a smile. "Shall we, then?"
"Not so fast, Miss Quinn. First, a little test." Opening up his folio, the Elf extracts a sheet of rather stiff looking paper and an expensive looking pen. "Fill this out, if you would." he says, handing them to Naomi.
«Plot» Dozer says, "Roll Fashion for Dweller's questionaire please."
«Auto-Judge[]» Naomi (#11853) rolls Fashion + Astral Pool: 5 vs TN 5 for "Fashion Quiz… for Power!":
1 1 2 3 3 3 4 5 8 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Dozer says, "Naomi has 1 extra KP for the purposes of this quest."
Naomi takes the questionaire and the pen, letting out a soft sigh as she gets started. It's nothing too difficult, she thinks. Lady Marchment. Crystle. On and on, the finer points of fashion are documented and, once complete, handed over to the elf. "There we go, all done. I trust it is to your satisfaction?"
Once Naomi is done, the Elf takes the questionaire and reclaims his pen. He reads through Naomi's answers, pursing his lips as he marks it, as a teacher might. "You've done -some- research at least." he admits finally. "Perhaps it will be enough.." He waves an arm imperiously and Naomi finds herself whisked onwards.
Naomi crosses her arms with a smile, nodding to him as he's forced to admit at least some proficiency. Naomi's walked this astral path before. From what she would assume to be the Dweller, that was virtually praise. But, onward she goes as she's swept onward.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dozer (#5480) rolls 1 for "First Place.":
2
«Plot» Dozer says, "Place of Charisma"
Naomi finds herself in what is presumably the backstage are of the theater. Racks of clothing are everywhere and there are a number of models in various states of undress being prepared for the catwalk by dressers and stylists. One of the models, away in a corner, is sitting on a stool, sobbing quietly.
An older Elven woman is strutting around, supervising the various clothing changes, occasionally praising her staff's work but more often criticising. Spying Naomi she snaps in her direction. "You. Get that girl calmed down, she's due on in ten minutes."
«Plot» Dozer says, "Etiquette vs Rating M Stun please."
«Auto-Judge[]» Naomi (#11853) rolls Etiquette + Astral Pool: 5 vs TN 5 for "Get that girl on stage!":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 9 9 13 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Naomi (#11853) rolls Etiquette + Astral Pool: 5 - 3 (successes) vs TN 5 for "Get that girl on stage! - KP:1":
2 2 4 7 8 8 10 = 4 Successes
Naomi moves quickly over to the girl, kneeling down in front of her, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Hey, hey. Calm down. Everything will be fine. You've got this. You've been practicing. If you weren't good enough to be here, you wouldn't be. Now, just take in a deep breath, wipe your tears and get over to make up so you can get dressd and strut out there like you own the place."
«Plot» Dozer says, "Naomi takes 0 stun at Place of Charisma."
The girl looks up at Naomi through tear filled eyes. "You..you're right." she says, straightening her back and standing up. "I am good enough." Stepping foward, she gives Naomi an abrupt hug before walking off to to get ready, head held high.
Naomi lets out a startled squeal at the hug, but returns it warmly and lets her march off to take her place in the lineup and strut her stuff out on the runway. She smooths her suit a bit, looking around for just which way she should be going now.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dozer (#5480) rolls 2 for "Next Place.":
2 4
As Naomi looks around. the older woman that seems to be supervising proceedings catches her eye. Smiling ever so slightly, she nods in the direction of a door Naomi hadn't seen before.
Naomi smiles the the older woman, giving her a nod as she turns towards that door and walks without any sign of hesitation, turning the handle and opening it, taking just a moment to look into the next room, fi there is indeed a room through the door, before passing through.
The door opens into a plushly decorated waiting room, thick carpet, expensive leather chairs, the full deal. Lining the walls are various blown up stills of models on the catwalk, all tagged with a year and season rather than names.
«Plot» Dozer says, "Perception please."
«Auto-Judge[]» Naomi (#11853) rolls Intelligence + Astral Pool: 5 for "Perception, in the metaplanes!":
1 2 2 4 5 5 7 7 9 9 10
«OOC» Naomi says, "Kyla Eve Quinn"
Once inside the room, the door closes behind Naomi, mergeing seemlessly with the wall behind her. Looking around, what looks like a magazine on a coffee table catches her eye.
Naomi shrugs slightly, looking over the various pictures and making a note of the year and season as she does, some familiar, some less so. She walks over to the coffee table, making sure she's doing her best model walk as she moves. She picks up that magazine and takes a seat in one of those expensive chairs, looking at the cover.
On the cover is a picture of Naomi, along with the tag line "Kyla Eve Quinn, this year's hottest new designer. It's evident as soon as she picks it up that this is what's she's come for.
Naomi smiles brightly as she sees the cover, sitting back and making herself comfortable as she looks it over, then opens the magazine and starts to read it, giving each line, each picture, her full attention, eager to learn all she can from the articles within.
Most of the articles are typical fluff pieces or advertising features. One, however, is a profile of one Kyla Quinn and the impact of mages on the world of fashion. When she finally looks up from reading it, she'll realise she is back in her apartment, with the magazine nowhere to be found.
Naomi blinks as she finds herself home already, then lets out a content sigh. Astral quests are so unpredictable, but there's no question that she's found just what she was looking for. With her new understanding of the manner in which she can use magic to adapt to the ways of fashion, she stands to study her formula again, making sure that she can make the proper associations with her new inspiration.
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