Role-Play The Giverny [Steampunks welcome.]

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  1. Paladin_girl

    Paladin_girl Between the Chapters of a Dream Staff Member

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    The dimly-lit casino was full of smoke.

    She swore that whoever invented the cigar clearly was also the bloke who created the chimney. The invention, simple as it was, was now scattered everywhere across the world, blanketing it in carbon, smog and unmentionables.

    Taking a glance from the bar, she stared at some of the punters. It must have been a lucky evening – a bar fight hadn't occurred in hours and there wasn't the shudder of small explosions above. She could see the candles on the tables, which sat on musty, red carpets, and on the walls, held up by dented holders, illuminating an interesting group of individuals playing Craps. On the other side, Solitaire was the preferred poison. The wheel of the casino in the centre of the room spun before eager eyes, all gripping their tokens (and their wallets) in childlike excitement.

    Estella was getting bored.
     
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    A tall figured walked in through the front door. The stranger looked like a weathered traveller who had been riding exposed to the elements for a good while. Dressed in a dark duster that barely concealed the bulge from his right hip. The man had a leather biking helmet and goggles that he lifted from his dark blue eyes and placing them in his pocket.

    The newcomer strode confidently over to the bar and slid onto one of the stools there. Pulling out a golden imperial and placing it on the bartop. She then signalled that she wanted one of the ales from the casks behind the bar.
     
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    With a quick dodge to the side Derrick grinned widely, making sure the empty bottle of beer did not hit him. The drummer of his band sat in the large moldy chair as his head seemed to never stop swaying about, as he was clearly drunk. "Ya should watch weth yer sayin' Derrick or i'll pound yarrr ass like a pound 'o cake! Hic!" the drummer spoke and Derrick laughed loudly, sitting on a old low cabinet and downing another beer. They could never really get what type of accent their drummer spoke with, but it was entertaining to say the least.

    "Your sodding drunk moments before we're going on stage! You're bloody crazy!" he laughed, stroking some red with blue dyed hairs from his face. It was all entertainment, and Derrick sure loved the crazy sort of entertainment.

    The band, Derrick, the steam-drummer Jorr, the lead singer Marten and the steam-bassist 'Q' sat around in the dusty and moldy room backstage in the casino on the airship. They had a gig and they simply loved locations like this, smokey and with drunks everywhere. Guaranteed for a good time.

    Suddenly a pretty face popped around the corner as their manager, the beautiful and luscious Gruesilla McMalcolm, gave them a glare. "You boys ready or not? They be waitin' for you guys!" she said and waved with their hand, moving into the door opening with her hands on her hips. Derrick grinned and stood up. "Aye. We're on our way, love. Hold onto your panties." he said, grabbing his beautiful steam-guitar that was quite the sight to behold with it's gold and black covered sides. Marten also stood up and spun his microphone around in his hand. "As if she'd be wearing any, the slut!" he grinned and laughed as the entire band bursted out laughing. "Pigs!" Gruesilla said playing shocked, rolling her eyes. Jorr got up shaking and almost fell down again, but Q managed to keep the drummer up as they walked out to the stage.

    Marten passed Gruesilla and smirked as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You know yer still my favorite girl, dontcha?" he said with a wink. "Of course darlin', until the next toy girl you dig up somewhere. Just cover your pecker, last time it didn't look as nice with those bumps all over it!" she said smirking and the smirk was quickly dropped on Marten's face as he was reminded by that embarrassing moment and got on stage.

    Derrick shouted a energetic cry and highfived Gruesilla for the comeback as he finally got on stage as well. They shortly after started playing and rocked. Hard.
     
  4. Paladin_girl

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    A tall figure had entered the Giverny – and much to Estella's disgust, she had a feeling about who it was. Nearby, the band was spewing out their casual filth like nobody's business, being downright filthy (at this point, she looked at her hands, reddened, looked up and shook her head) with their words.

    “Pigs indeed,” she said nonchalantly, her eyes staring up at the decorated Giverny ceiling, a blighted imitation of a theatre one certainly, but it certainly deemed itself to be a good, musky attraction.

    Especially for the bored engineer.

    “If you're going to play, be discreet. This isn't a brothel.”
     
  5. WPaladin

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    Agilberta picked up the frosty ale that she had ordered from the bartender. She scanned the crowd that was gathering around the stage for a rather loud raunchy band playing in the rather shoddy bar she had tracked her quarry into. Taking a sip of the ale she was thankful for her mostly obscured facial features as she was startled by the aftertaste in the drink. The drink seemed like it had a small taint of machine oil possibly meaning the bar was also a front for illegal tech research. Agilberta stopped thinking about the possibility knowing that enforcing trivial laws was not her purpose. She took another sip from her mug spotting a table of individuals who were ignoring the band altogether.

    Reaching for some bar nuts she was able to get a better look and confirm the face of her target and two likely business partners. She took special care to remember their faces as she leaned back in her seat and began eating the salted appetizer. Now she just had to lie in wait for the opportunity to deal with her last target in the city. The thought of the hunt made her smile. A final distraction before she could return to her family estate for a while.
     
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    The bartender saw his employer almost dropping off and with a smirk, sidled over to her, sliding across a small glass of fizz. After the disgusting episode involving three pints of Bennington's Black, Estella's taste for alcohol had more or less disappeared, determined to drink nothing but water and soda.

    Though he would never admit it, Nate Blowapart thought the entire situation hilarious.

    Estella was about to swig the drink before her eyes met his – and within the merry sparkle he carried within them, his expression was tired. The glass lowered, as did her voice.

    “How many?” she asked quietly.

    “Forty. God knows what they're made of. Either got themselves 'rested or got themselves a hangin',” the big man muttered.

    Estella folded her arms, shaking her head slowly. She couldn't believe it. Their careful use of the underground communications were suddenly getting tapped or found out, but never had the Empire found the origin. It didn't matter of course, for they were prepared for such a disaster, but the trouble that they were causing for other people was getting worse. The authorities were aware of their actions, no matter how trivial they were. Estella's hand tightened around the handle of the Brass Blaster.

    Bloody Empire. Bloody clever bastards.

    “By th'way.”

    “Hm?” Estella raised her head from her thoughts, now looking as weary as her employee.

    “Archie wan's t'see ye. I said ye'd go,” receiving an uncertain look from the youngster, Nate gave a knowing smirk. She'd be dead before she left the Giverny at a time like this, but someone had to tell the fatherless pup, “don' worry 'bout a thing 'ere. Go on. 'Op it.”

    With a sigh, she stood up, her wine-red jacket softly flourishing around her ankles. She looked at the woman nearby, her face obscured by her odd regalia. It was normal to have sneaky sorts around the Giverny, it was a damn casino after all, but something about her made Estella grin wickedly and say aloud:

    “Nate, are you sure you don't put castor oil in the ale these days? It tastes funny.”

    And with that, she left for the smoggy street of the Empire, not stopping to laugh until she shut the door behind her.