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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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( well, wherever he is (one comment chain up), aventurine would be so lucky... which is to say, yeah, by only the blessing of some other, higher power, he'll always be out there pulling off sunglasses indoors.
robin, meanwhile, has no such good fortune — even if she's having a merry little time witnessing stelle's antics in her (un)natural habitat. strange. it's the first time she's been identified on the spot. her wings have been tucked away to nearly blend in with the low bun she's sporting and her glasses are dark enough to dim the blinding lights of the party. maybe it's a strange feeling for the instant recognition to bring with it a small sense of comfort... more than unease and the instant urge to flee. )
Unless you moonlight as a mechanic, I somehow get the impression that we wouldn't be getting very far.
( to say the least. stelle isn't bursting into flames though, which means that robin doesn't have to try as hard to hold back her amusement as the casino's patterned carpet now sports a slight singe mark, punctuated by a fleur de lis. ) Though if we both start catching fire... I guess there's really no better time to check out the pool.
( how many chips for that cab ride though... she's broke. )
[ Though Stelle has a number of unusual skills in her toolkit (many of them puzzle-based), mechanical repair isn't among them. There's no better teacher than hands-on learning though, is there? Although...that's usually the case when there's at least someone around to tell you what to do. ]
Sure did! I was after the chocolate syrup, but...this is pretty cool, too. [ As she toes at the little scorch mark on the floor, trying to rub it away with her shoe. ] Now that you mention it, if we started a fire, they'd have to let us out of this party, huh? A pool sounds great right about now...
[ She heard the Women's Parlor at least has showers, and she's carrying the smell of smoke and engine oil now. She's really going to need one after fixing her ride — ]
Oh, I guess we don't have any tools. Oh well! I'll have to come pick this back up later. [ She's just gonna leave it there??? ] Wanna go check out the ladies' lounge?
[ It'd give her a chance to catch up with Robin, and check in on her, too. Not that Stelle has any doubts she can handle herself here, but...it's kind of overwhelming, isn't it? In good and bad ways. Not to mention Sunday being here along with them — that's gotta be messy. ]
stelle can't go for the trash if robin's already there
( ... she won't say anything about the chocolate syrup... surely licking it off of her own fingers would satisfy the requirement of "using" it, no? robin won't think too hard about it, and save stelle her innocence for the small price of an unfulfilled dream.
in any case, a fire is a thought... but not one they can think about for very long when the fire's already snuffed and sputtering out by some less than divine intervention. apparently ghost hands (read: ... the casino staff) will do the work of deterring accidental arson. they're just not nearly kind enough to actually fix the machine. )
Death-defying stunts on wheels would get the blood pumping...
I can't blame you for feeling a little hot, to say such a thing.
( not that she's sure she can trust the water of the pool somehow... or if she could wear a swimsuit without it seeming like she's trying to draw the eye... among other things a popstar thinks about when "swimsuit magazine" brings with it all kinds of weird media baggage that she really should learn to stop thinking about when no one really seems to know her here. in any case, stelle's not dwelling on it, so robin shouldn't either. )
Though you're in luck. I won't ruin the surprise, but perhaps the chocolate syrup isn't such a lost cause after all. ( as she extends a gloved hand, palm turned upward. honestly. if they link their arms, perhaps the ghosts will leave them alone long enough to duck towards the lounging areas. ) Shall we?
[ They'll have to save the pool — and whatever dubious effects come along with it — for another day. For now, Robin makes her an offer she can't refuse, even if it was kinda her idea to begin with. Not only will the ghosts leave them alone if they walk together, but just as Robin is still shaking her usual expectations of crowded places like this, Stelle likes to think her presence might keep away unwanted admirers. Come to think of it, it's kind of shocking Robin hasn't been totally mobbed, but maybe her cool indoor shades are to thank for that.
That, or her music hasn't reached this corner of the cosmos yet. Which begs the question...which way would Robin prefer it?
She's still a little too keyed up in Goblin Mode to ask something so ponderous just now, however, and as Stelle links her arm through Robin's, she presses the back of her free hand to her brow, staggering in a swoon. ]
You know just the way to a girl's heart. Onward to gluttony!
[ She can only expect this means the Women's Parlor has some kind of chocolate syrup dispenser. Little does she know she's not far off the mark...with one last glance at her toppled cycle: ]
( stelle should be an actress. robin knows some people if she'd ever want to get into the gig.
for now, it's a fleeting thought, something she'll bring up when they're back in penacony should that day ever come in that far off distance. after all, these dramatics have her beat when robin's brows shift that minute degree upwards as stelle leans in to take her by the arm without a single reservation spared for modesty.
no need for any of that here, after all. it jostles the shades from her face and makes her laugh at her own pause. )
Very cute, but... wouldn't you be the Silver Cowboy? Unless you're really meant to be riding him.
( idle, meaningless chatter as she takes off her glasses and tucks them into the low seam of her dress. no one gawks or gasps or points. there's a part of robin that feels like she must rise to the occasion, that she will have to work harder to reach this corner of the universe but... in a way, it's refreshing. freeing. but what does it say about her that she feels more naked without a disguise in a crowd than if she were, uh, actually naked.
besides that... it isn't as though her song could really bring much more joy here... could it?
who knows. the two very tall, very serious woman guards outside of the lounge look like they could use a smile or two though, especially next to robin's incredibly polished one as she tips her head up towards their faces to politely regard them. )
Hello there, good evening. May we duck inside for a quick shower?
( ... not together....... probably... she wouldn't be so bold (yet, unfortunately). )
[ Unfortunate indeed, but it's not as though Stelle is quite shameless enough to suggest they shower together yet herself. Or...well, she might be shameless enough to suggest it, but acting on it is another. Her will to acclimate herself might be another cause for her extra bravado tonight; eyes closed, head first, can't lose, right?
She's pretty sure she's heard that somewhere before.
Stelle turns a doe-eyed smile at the taller of the two female guards, batting her eyelashes, even if it's hardly needed. They're well within their rights to be here...and with a word of assent, the guards step aside, allowing the two to pass into the Women's Parlor without any further fuss. ]
Huh. You know, that was a lot easier than getting into the other club. They wouldn't even let me in there!
[ Something about the feral bridge troll aura she radiates, possibly. In any case, Stelle gives the area a cursory glance, brows rising higher and higher. ]
Are those...kittens? And — [ sniffing at the air ] — chocolate?
( t-minus 20 tags before stelle gets them banned from the women's parlor
possibly. these brackets can't prophesy but they can sure as hell pray because it would be so funny. )
Impressive nose you have there.
( enough to put the bloodhound family to shame even. why stelle had to scent the air when the chocolate fountain is an ostentatious ornament in the middle of the room is a question that robin knows better than to ask. for now, it's enough that this side of the party isn't decked out in the flashy trappings of non-stop entertainment. it's got all the makings of a day spa, almost, save for the few key differences.
a whole lot of chocolate, and more pussy than anyone would know what to do with. )
... Here's hoping you won't forget to pick things up one at a time?
( or that they came in here for a shower when she still smells like engine grease... but sure, the chocolate fountain takes understandable priority. )
[ Damn straight it takes priority, though Stelle may need a guiding hand if she's ever to abandon the chocolate fountain now that she's found it, because not only is it a grand display of water(chocolate)works that would put even The Golden Hour's nicest fountains to the test, the spread of food that awaits is a feast in its own right. They really know a way to a girl's heart, don't they? ]
Ssssss. [ ...she was going to agree absently, as she shambles towards the chocolate fountain like a zombie, dragging Robin along with her, but then thinks again about her companion's words. ] I've got two hands, don't I?
[ So she's double-fisting it, although before she eats anything...she casts a look about, one corner of her mouth tugging down. ]
They didn't set out glasses or anything? Well, guess I have to do this the old-fashioned way!
[ The old-fashioned way is, apparently, leaning in towards the fountain's flowing streams of chocolate, because she wants to take a drink first. She's parched! ]
( it's quietly said from somewhere at stelle's side... not in panicked warning or even in anguish for the futility of preventing the oncoming mess.
although her tone does ring faintly of dulcet disappointment.
still, despite the fact that robin is, clearly, holding onto stelle's arm even when faced with chocolate streaming from a structure tall enough to span twice the size of her body, she isn't forcibly extricating herself from the inevitable. if anything, she's firming her grip, a little, to counterbalance the weight of the other girl's enthusiastic lean. )
I should really tell you, I'm not a very strong swimmer.
( oh.
not that... it's a willy wonka-esque river by any stretch of the imagination??? but it's a lot of chocolate, and no one has come to stop stelle from poisoning the chocolate supply with cooties yet. )
[ It's not until Robin mentions swimming that the idea of swimming in the chocolate fountain enters Stelle's mind, and it's quick to take hold. It must be so warm and soothing on the skin...but then they might throw her out of here without a shower. Does she want to spend the rest of her night encrusted with chocolate?
...It's telling how long she mulls this one over for. ]
I just...wanna drink it...I...won't get in. [ Said with no small amount of resignation. ] Just a little sip —
[ And without further deliberation, Stelle leans forward just enough to sip the flowing chocolate. Though..."sipping" may be a little generous, as its more like she puckers her lips and chocolate mostly drips down her chin. Very little of it winds up in her mouth at all, in fact.
With grunt, she straightens up, looking like she just massacred a chocolate bunny with her teeth. ]
( ... a loud, telling silence. a statement that bears a fair bit of doubt as robin suddenly and painstakingly reconsiders the benefits of free will for the first time in her young life.
just kidding. chocolate doesn't splash, and she can wash up just the same. there are worse things in this place than a sweet tooth, and if they can indulge where they can with minor nudity, then why not? in any case, she's exhaling in a soft (fond) breath as stelle gets chocolate all over her mouth and chin in a predictable display, only extricating herself once she realizes that, yes, stelle will probably try it a second time, straw or not. )
I think there were plates lined up on the banquet table...
( there's literally a feast stacked down the entire span of it... or so she doesn't say. she'd have made a more valiant attempt to get stelle on the right path towards it, but arm-locked and heels skid-marking along the carpet would've implied that she wouldn't have made much success. )
If you're keen on marshmallows and strawberries? As well as cheese and various meats, possibly meant as a salty accompaniment.
... but don't let that stop you from experimenting.
( maybe if she stopped enabling, they'd actually get somewhere )
good, robin has no more bail money to give
robin, meanwhile, has no such good fortune — even if she's having a merry little time witnessing stelle's antics in her (un)natural habitat. strange. it's the first time she's been identified on the spot. her wings have been tucked away to nearly blend in with the low bun she's sporting and her glasses are dark enough to dim the blinding lights of the party. maybe it's a strange feeling for the instant recognition to bring with it a small sense of comfort... more than unease and the instant urge to flee. )
Unless you moonlight as a mechanic, I somehow get the impression that we wouldn't be getting very far.
( to say the least. stelle isn't bursting into flames though, which means that robin doesn't have to try as hard to hold back her amusement as the casino's patterned carpet now sports a slight singe mark, punctuated by a fleur de lis. ) Though if we both start catching fire... I guess there's really no better time to check out the pool.
( how many chips for that cab ride though... she's broke. )
Did you really win after just one spin?
she's in her poor girl era
Sure did! I was after the chocolate syrup, but...this is pretty cool, too. [ As she toes at the little scorch mark on the floor, trying to rub it away with her shoe. ] Now that you mention it, if we started a fire, they'd have to let us out of this party, huh? A pool sounds great right about now...
[ She heard the Women's Parlor at least has showers, and she's carrying the smell of smoke and engine oil now. She's really going to need one after fixing her ride — ]
Oh, I guess we don't have any tools. Oh well! I'll have to come pick this back up later. [ She's just gonna leave it there??? ] Wanna go check out the ladies' lounge?
[ It'd give her a chance to catch up with Robin, and check in on her, too. Not that Stelle has any doubts she can handle herself here, but...it's kind of overwhelming, isn't it? In good and bad ways. Not to mention Sunday being here along with them — that's gotta be messy. ]
stelle can't go for the trash if robin's already there
in any case, a fire is a thought... but not one they can think about for very long when the fire's already snuffed and sputtering out by some less than divine intervention. apparently ghost hands (read: ... the casino staff) will do the work of deterring accidental arson. they're just not nearly kind enough to actually fix the machine. )
Death-defying stunts on wheels would get the blood pumping...
I can't blame you for feeling a little hot, to say such a thing.
( not that she's sure she can trust the water of the pool somehow... or if she could wear a swimsuit without it seeming like she's trying to draw the eye... among other things a popstar thinks about when "swimsuit magazine" brings with it all kinds of weird media baggage that she really should learn to stop thinking about when no one really seems to know her here. in any case, stelle's not dwelling on it, so robin shouldn't either. )
Though you're in luck. I won't ruin the surprise, but perhaps the chocolate syrup isn't such a lost cause after all. ( as she extends a gloved hand, palm turned upward. honestly. if they link their arms, perhaps the ghosts will leave them alone long enough to duck towards the lounging areas. ) Shall we?
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That, or her music hasn't reached this corner of the cosmos yet. Which begs the question...which way would Robin prefer it?
She's still a little too keyed up in Goblin Mode to ask something so ponderous just now, however, and as Stelle links her arm through Robin's, she presses the back of her free hand to her brow, staggering in a swoon. ]
You know just the way to a girl's heart. Onward to gluttony!
[ She can only expect this means the Women's Parlor has some kind of chocolate syrup dispenser. Little does she know she's not far off the mark...with one last glance at her toppled cycle: ]
We'll be back, Silver Cowboy. [ Off they go!! ]
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for now, it's a fleeting thought, something she'll bring up when they're back in penacony should that day ever come in that far off distance. after all, these dramatics have her beat when robin's brows shift that minute degree upwards as stelle leans in to take her by the arm without a single reservation spared for modesty.
no need for any of that here, after all. it jostles the shades from her face and makes her laugh at her own pause. )
Very cute, but... wouldn't you be the Silver Cowboy? Unless you're really meant to be riding him.
( idle, meaningless chatter as she takes off her glasses and tucks them into the low seam of her dress. no one gawks or gasps or points. there's a part of robin that feels like she must rise to the occasion, that she will have to work harder to reach this corner of the universe but... in a way, it's refreshing. freeing. but what does it say about her that she feels more naked without a disguise in a crowd than if she were, uh, actually naked.
besides that... it isn't as though her song could really bring much more joy here... could it?
who knows. the two very tall, very serious woman guards outside of the lounge look like they could use a smile or two though, especially next to robin's incredibly polished one as she tips her head up towards their faces to politely regard them. )
Hello there, good evening. May we duck inside for a quick shower?
( ... not together....... probably... she wouldn't be so bold (yet, unfortunately). )
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She's pretty sure she's heard that somewhere before.
Stelle turns a doe-eyed smile at the taller of the two female guards, batting her eyelashes, even if it's hardly needed. They're well within their rights to be here...and with a word of assent, the guards step aside, allowing the two to pass into the Women's Parlor without any further fuss. ]
Huh. You know, that was a lot easier than getting into the other club. They wouldn't even let me in there!
[ Something about the feral bridge troll aura she radiates, possibly. In any case, Stelle gives the area a cursory glance, brows rising higher and higher. ]
Are those...kittens? And — [ sniffing at the air ] — chocolate?
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possibly. these brackets can't prophesy but they can sure as hell pray because it would be so funny. )
Impressive nose you have there.
( enough to put the bloodhound family to shame even. why stelle had to scent the air when the chocolate fountain is an ostentatious ornament in the middle of the room is a question that robin knows better than to ask. for now, it's enough that this side of the party isn't decked out in the flashy trappings of non-stop entertainment. it's got all the makings of a day spa, almost, save for the few key differences.
a whole lot of chocolate, and more pussy than anyone would know what to do with. )
... Here's hoping you won't forget to pick things up one at a time?
( or that they came in here for a shower when she still smells like engine grease... but sure, the chocolate fountain takes understandable priority. )
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Ssssss. [ ...she was going to agree absently, as she shambles towards the chocolate fountain like a zombie, dragging Robin along with her, but then thinks again about her companion's words. ] I've got two hands, don't I?
[ So she's double-fisting it, although before she eats anything...she casts a look about, one corner of her mouth tugging down. ]
They didn't set out glasses or anything? Well, guess I have to do this the old-fashioned way!
[ The old-fashioned way is, apparently, leaning in towards the fountain's flowing streams of chocolate, because she wants to take a drink first. She's parched! ]
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( it's quietly said from somewhere at stelle's side... not in panicked warning or even in anguish for the futility of preventing the oncoming mess.
although her tone does ring faintly of dulcet disappointment.
still, despite the fact that robin is, clearly, holding onto stelle's arm even when faced with chocolate streaming from a structure tall enough to span twice the size of her body, she isn't forcibly extricating herself from the inevitable. if anything, she's firming her grip, a little, to counterbalance the weight of the other girl's enthusiastic lean. )
I should really tell you, I'm not a very strong swimmer.
( oh.
not that... it's a willy wonka-esque river by any stretch of the imagination??? but it's a lot of chocolate, and no one has come to stop stelle from poisoning the chocolate supply with cooties yet. )
Please try not to drown...
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...It's telling how long she mulls this one over for. ]
I just...wanna drink it...I...won't get in. [ Said with no small amount of resignation. ] Just a little sip —
[ And without further deliberation, Stelle leans forward just enough to sip the flowing chocolate. Though..."sipping" may be a little generous, as its more like she puckers her lips and chocolate mostly drips down her chin. Very little of it winds up in her mouth at all, in fact.
With grunt, she straightens up, looking like she just massacred a chocolate bunny with her teeth. ]
Ugh, this isn't working...maybe I need a straw?
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just kidding. chocolate doesn't splash, and she can wash up just the same. there are worse things in this place than a sweet tooth, and if they can indulge where they can with minor nudity, then why not? in any case, she's exhaling in a soft (fond) breath as stelle gets chocolate all over her mouth and chin in a predictable display, only extricating herself once she realizes that, yes, stelle will probably try it a second time, straw or not. )
I think there were plates lined up on the banquet table...
( there's literally a feast stacked down the entire span of it... or so she doesn't say. she'd have made a more valiant attempt to get stelle on the right path towards it, but arm-locked and heels skid-marking along the carpet would've implied that she wouldn't have made much success. )
If you're keen on marshmallows and strawberries? As well as cheese and various meats, possibly meant as a salty accompaniment.
... but don't let that stop you from experimenting.
( maybe if she stopped enabling, they'd actually get somewhere )