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This gate is a golden ring with a pink magic wall, and it sparkles in random spots
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On the satellite:
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https://youtu.be/Sf4oFaelTr4?si=p631VDqPUIAulWLE
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During the fashion show:
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https://youtu.be/GTrs4QNzGPc?si=NppldyIjVhngVdA4
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## Upon exiting the PINK gate,
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you feel the strangest sensation of physical unbalance, kinda like the unsteady sensation of riding a boat that never goes down.
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You are (for the first time) inside a building, and it resembles a large exhibit hall. The walls are all ribbed and supported by overarching steel beams in a metallic Solid Pink color, leading out into four short & spacious hallways from the open center room.
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(Think "Nave of the Grand Palais museum in Paris, France")
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Overhead you see a massive glass panel dome, but instead of seeing outside through it, each panel glows with a soft warm light, easily illuminating the entire space.
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(BEFORE YOU)
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The center of the room is occupied by a large elevated stage with a walkway path extending out a good 30 feet, which is surrounded by about 50 chairs in an oval shape. A few chairs are occupied by well dressed attendees, writers, and photographers, all chatting with each other in excitement.
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(BEYOND THAT)
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Past the stage, you see an array of four doors against a far back wall at the end of a slight pathway. They are marked, from left to right, PRIVATE QUARTERS, M.G.E. ROOM, STUDIO, and BOUTIQUE
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(TO THE LEFT & RIGHT)
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The walls at the ends of the left & right pathways are ceiling-high wall-to-wall semi-reflective black panels, with several onlookers chatting with each other casually or staring at them in silence. You also spot more tables off to the sides, each one with an array of alcoholic drinks AND at least one waiter each.
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(BEHIND YOU)
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The gate is bound to an identical metal ribbed wall, minus the doors. On each side of the gate, there are LONG tables with trays of finger foods. One is full of fruit slices on toothpicks, dehydrated veggie chips with ranch dip or guacamole, and a shrimp & dip tray. The other is sweet treats like colorful cupcakes, lemon bars, cherry cream cookies, and several cups of punch with ice, most of them being pink with a lemon scent.
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- STAGE/SEATS
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- BLACK WALLS
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- FOUR DOORS
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*STAGE / SEATS*
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A binturong woman with shoulder-length brown hair in a stunning blue dress and a gold nametag reading CELINA notices you, pulls out a pen & notepad, and approaches. "Hi there, Celina from Diadem Daily, care to stop for an interview?"
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She will mostly ask generic questions regarding who you are, if you're native or immigrated, and how you're enjoying Diadem so far.
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*ONCE THEY ANSWER*
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She scribbles the last question's information down the fastest. "Oookay, thank you for indulging me, but I get the feeling you have some questions for me as well?"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"Oh Madam Miranda is a mixed bag personality. She goes back and forth with BEING the center of attention and making OTHERS the center of HER attention VERY quickly."
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"She always 'graces the audience with her presence' toward the tail end of her shows."
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*BLACK WALLS*
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There are several people chatting with each other casually, many of them mentioning the new lines of clothing they're expecting to see. Each one is also holding a glass of some variety with (what you assume to be) some form of alcohol. And those that AREN'T chatting, are staring at those reflective black walls.
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(LEFT HALL)
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Against the corner, you also spot a well groomed pine marten man with slicked back blonde hair in a basic server outfit of a white long sleeve button front shirt and black pants with a matching black bowtie, his gold nametag stating KODA. He stands behind a small bar, quickly serving flutes of champagne, tumblers of vodka, copitas of tequila, and simple glasses of cider.
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(RIGHT HALL)
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Against the corner, you also spot a well groomed toucan man with tightly trimmed black hair in a gray vest over a white button front shirt and black pants with a black tie holding a gold clip, his gold nametag stating KILIAN. He stands behind a small bar, quickly serving a myriad of colorful cocktails, but you DO notice several of them are varying shades of pink.
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*EITHER WAY*
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A young gopher man with slicked back brown hair in a basic button-front white dress shirt aims an old-fashioned camera in your direction. "Excuse me! Over here please!"
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Right before he snaps the photo, he pauses and lowers the camera, revealing his gold nametag stating STAN. "Wait a sec, I recognize you... you're the guys that fight the Marauders, right? The uh... (vigilantes / Kings of Kings)!! Okay now I HAVE to take a photo!"
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Your group will be momentarily blinded from the bulb flash, and he will squee in excitement. "AWESOME! The chief'll be ecstatic! Once I get it printed, can I bring you a copy to autograph?"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"Last I saw, Madam Mirands's getting ready in her personal quarters. I managed to snap a photo before she went in, gonna add that one to my personal collection. She is stunning."
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He pauses to turn to the wall with a smile. "Though I gotta say... this view is a close second."
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(INVESTIGATE Roll)
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(Hand these out based on lowest to highest roll)
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- The walls are actually giant glass panels, and are slightly reflective.
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- You spot several very tiny white dots in the distance, and they are faintly glittering.
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- Looking up, you see what resembles a... solar panel, stationed overhead.
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- Looking down, you spot one object in the distance, a MASSIVE sphere. Mostly blue, but with some smaller spots of white on top, and green & brown along the sides.
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Welcome to the **Satellite** Demense!
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*DOORS*
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----- *GUARDED ROOM*
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The two well dressed bodyguards with slicked back hair standing over six foot with sunglasses on (because of course they do) stare at your group, arms crossed.
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The Blonde haired white tiger on the left whose pink nametag reads GARUN bluntly states "Noone is allowed in Miranda's private quarters without permission or an invitation, and we know you all have neither."
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The black haired black Panther on the right nods, his pink nametag reading LANCER. "If you did, you'd already be in there."
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----- *M.G.E. ROOM* (MicroGravity Environment)
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The room has a short line of people of all ages in front of the one hatch-like door, but most of them appear to be older children or young adults.
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(15 minutes in line) You are met at the door by a teenage boy in an indigo hoodie, his pink nametag reading CAELUM. He is standing behind a podium
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"(How many in your party? / Oh, it's you guys.)"
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"So uh... it's 5z for 5 minutes per person if you want in. And you can do whatever you want in there, just... nothing dangerous or obscene."
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*IF THEY GO IN*
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The door slides open to reveal a 50 feet long, tall, and wide empty room, the walls and ceiling lined with thick white padding in a square grid formation. Once the door shuts behind you, you hear a strange humming noise.
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That sensation of physical imbalance suddenly becomes magnified as you lift off the ground entirely, slowly drifting and floating toward the ceiling. You are now in a zero-gravity room.
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The next (however many they paid for) minutes are available to do whatever you like while behind these doors in a true zero gravity environment.
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Once those five minutes are over, the gravity will slowly re-engage and lower your group to the ground, the door opening with a hiss.
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----- *STUDIO*
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The room has a short line of people of all ages in front of the one hatch-like door, but most of them look like college students or young adults
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(15 minutes in line later) The door slides open to release a small group of people that were already IN there, and inside is a massive crafting studio with a dozen tables worth of sewing machines and clothing racks all across the room, each one well maintained and with a unique clothing pattern schematic.
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A bat with gorgeous shoulder length reddish brown hair in a black vest over a button front white shirt and black slacks, his pink nametag reading JAMIR, steps forward, acting like a tour guide.
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"So THIS is the room where the magic happens, where all her clothes are hand crafted by herself and the volunteer students from Diadem College and Diadem Trade School."
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He directs everyone's attention toward a few mannequins with some incomplete design ideas.
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"Everyone is free and encouraged to use any of the bolts of cloth and sewing machines if they want to try their hand at making something of your own. And, if Miranda sees it and likes it, she may either wear it herself or have it made for her stores, guaranteeing credit AND compensation for your idea and hard work."
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(CRAFTS Roll if they want to make some clothes)
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(If they roll well, have Jamir grab it and add it to an incomplete ensemble, and mention he will show it to Madam Miranda FIRST chance he gets)
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----- *BOUTIQUE*
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This place is LOADED with what can only be YEARS worth of designer clothing, filled to the brim with every manner of shirt, skirt, top, one two & three piece outfit, multiple matching sets of shoes for each, magic rings in a pink hue, and tons of other accessories.
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*BUYING*
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The register is ran by a seven foot tall giraffe man with slicked back black hair in a black vest over a button front white shirt and black slacks with a pink nametag reading ELI.
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Despite your best efforts, he smiles at all of you, knowing full well you are staring.
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*LATER*
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Several more people have shown up since you started walking around, mostly curious onlookers like you but in decent dressy clothing, and a few being fashionista types that you'd expect to see at an event like this.
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The lights begin to dim around the four various halls, leaving only the stage in the center, which causes everyone to scramble for a decent seat.
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A young boy in an indigo hoodie, white shorts, short white hair, and a pink nametag reading CAELUM steps out on stage, microphone in hand. He looks a little nervous speaking in front of an audience, staring out at everyone and taking a deep breath.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending Madam Miranda's latest fashion show! We are here to show off the latest and greatest omni-seasonal line of clothing for year-round function AND fashion!"
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The 20 minute show, although awkward to anyone who has never attended one, goes off flawlessly. In sequence, you see:
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- Sporty summer clothing in muted colors being shown off by male & female athletes
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- Fall clothing in earthly toned colors shown off by mostly female theater students
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- Winter clothing being a split between straight black or solid white ensembles worn by mostly tall male students
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- Spring clothing of vibrant ponchos & umbrellas, with Easter color sweaters thrown in, worn by mostly cheerleaders
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- The entire time, little Caelum has been introducing each item or combo of clothing, AND mentioning which person invented the piece(s)
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(If they invented anything in the STUDIO, add it at the very end as a last minute entry)
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At the end of the show, Caelum steps back on stage, looking much more confident now that he's been talking for so long. "Every item you saw will be available in the seasonal stores of Diadem Mall in two weeks! And now for the woman who made this whole event possible, the Demense Mistress and the hostess of the evening, Madam Miranda!"
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From the curtains steps a caramel brown feline in a black flowing dress trimmed in pink highlights with split sides, showing off her long legs clad in thigh high stiletto boots. Her generous chest draws attention to her unusual neck plumage, dark brown feathered wings, and lion's tail swaying behind her. Her dark brown beak, amber avian eyes, and elongated ears are perfectly framed by her rounded brown haircut, topped with a single pink flower in her hair. Miranda is a gryphoness, and a well endowed one at that.
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Caelum hands her the microphone, which she takes and playfully pats him on the head for, causing him to get flustered and walk off stage. "Thank you all for coming out to see tonight's new line! These tailors and seamstresses put tremendous work into everything you see here, and the models did a marvelous job making it look DAMN good."
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She pauses for the mix of applause and hooting & hollering to run its course. "As Caelum said, these pieces will be available in the Diadem Mall for purchase in 2 weeks, but anyone wanting early access can buy them in the on-ship boutique right now, while supplies last!"
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She tosses Caelum the microphone as everyone applauds, and she spreads her wings, hopping off the stage and gliding out beyond the audience toward the gate, laughing the whole way.
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Most of the audience stood up and made a MAD rush for the boutique to get their hands on the clothing early, and the rest are either trying to talk to Miranda (especially the local paper) or are heading home (likely to prepare a budget for the clothes).
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*IF THEY APPROACH*
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Her attention will immediately shift to your group, as she drops the conversation with her current interviewer to strut toward you, eyes glowing a light pink around the dark browns. "Well hello there, new faces~ I hope you all enjoyed the show as much as I did~"
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She offers to shake hands with each of your group one at a time, and makes playfully flirtatious comments toward each of you. (She will literally flirt with anyone)
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She will slowly strut around your group, eyeing each of you like pieces of meat for her next meal. "So... what can I do for you today?~"
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*IF ASK ABOUT REGALIA/CHALLENGE*
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"Oh you're a group of Regalia Hunters, even better than I had hoped~ I could use a little... stress relief~"
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She extends a hand toward your group, palm up, smiling predatorily. "Normally I'd volunteer to take you all on at the same time, but I'm more in the mood for a little... one-on-one action, if anyone wants to volunteer?~"
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*IF NOONE VOLUNTEERS*
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(RAPPORT Roll) Her eyes will drift toward (highest roller) and she will lean in close, purring lightly in their ear. "How about you?~"
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*IF DECLINED*
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"Hm.. that's a shame, I would've loved to get to know you... intimately~" She will step away and turn to face you all.
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"All playfulness aside, I can see you're all more interested in earning my Regalia the hard way, and I'm obliged to accept, but this is neither the time nor the place." She waves her hand at the messy end result of the recent show.
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"Not to mention I am FAR from dressed for the occasion."
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She pauses for a moment looking all of you over, and a smile creeps across her face. "Tell you what. Give me some time to clear the mess and make an appropriate stage? We can make a spectacle out of it for everyone to enjoy~"
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*IF THEY AGREE*
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"Fantastic, be sure to bring your absolute best, you hear me? This will be seen between all corners of Diadem!"
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She will laugh uproariously before walking away, grabbing both security guards in front of the doorway marked PRIVATE QUARTERS, and yanks them into the room with her, slamming the door loudly enough for even YOU to hear.
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*IF ACCEPTED*
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Once (player) places their hand in her palm, she will grab their hand tight, pull them away from your group, and hold them to her tightly so THEIR face is half in her chest but she can still look them in the eyes.
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"This is gonna be fun~" She will then stomp her heel, and a bright pink flash will blind all of you for a moment, only to dissipate and leave Caelum in both their place.
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Several people are freaking out as they claim they just moved a solid 20 feet from where they were. Caelum turns toward everyone, microphone in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the confusion, but if you have been displaced, you will be perfectly fine! That is just the side effect of one of Madam Miranda's special powers! Just relocate back to your original groups and you will be fine!"
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The audience calms down rather quickly hearing that, the displaced people slowly shuffling back to their original groups, and Caelum turns to your group with a mildly irritated look. "Let me guess... Regalia Hunters, right?"
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*CONFIRM*
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He sighs with frustration and hangs his head for a moment. "She should be in her bedroom." He gestures toward the far-left door on the back wall, currently surrounded by a pair of guards, marked PRIVATE QUARTERS.
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The two well dressed bodyguards with slicked back hair standing over six foot with sunglasses on (because of course they do) stare at your group, arms crossed.
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The Blonde haired white tiger on the left whose pink nametag reads GARUN bluntly states "Noone is allowed in Miranda's private quarters without permission or an invitation, and we know you all have neither."
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The black haired black Panther on the right nods, his pink nametag reading LANCER. "If you did, you'd already be in there."
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*OUR FRIEND IS IN THERE*
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LANCER interrupts. "THEY are in. YOU are not. Besides, we couldn't let you in if we wanted." He aims his thumb at the door, pointing out the gold magic barrier surrounding the entire door AND doorframe, bowing out around it in a circular manner.
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*INSIDE THE ROOM*
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You could swear you teleported four or five times before you ended up here, wherever HERE is. The room is very dark, but you can make out some low glowing lights toward the ceiling in neon pink. You are suddenly released from her grip, slowly guided in the darkness by a hand, before flopping onto something large and soft. You hear her mutter a few words in your ear, "I challenge thee~"
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For a few moments, you see a golden glow fully illuminate the room, and you see JUST well enough to recognize you are in a very large bedroom, on top of an extremely large bed. And Miranda is grinning ear to ear at you.
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Miranda and that player will each make a FIGHT, PHYSIQUE, and ATHLETICS roll until a best two out of three result is determined
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Several minutes later, the barrier finally dissipates and the door clicks unlocked. Miranda opens the door, grinning ear to ear, wearing a long fluffy pink robe. "Come in, come in~"
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Your teammate is lying on a king size bed, naked but barely covered by a blanket across their naughty bits. You see several VERY telling hickeys all over their body, claw marks cutting into the mattress, and you spot what looks like a leash next to them. Your friend however is in an eyes wide open coma state, just staring at their reflection in the mirror.
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The room itself is something straight out of an adult film. The circular bed sits on a platform under a series of ceiling mirrors, showing JUST how thorough she was with your teammate, but beyond that are ordinary looking cabinets and dressers, partly open to reveal an IMMENSE wardrobe of clothing.
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She closes the door behind you all, smiling knowingly. "Before you ask, it's not what it looks like... *it's so much better~*"
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She laughs proudly and offers your group seats on her nearby couches. "Well now that I got my cardio in, let's discuss the results, shall we?~"
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*WHAT HAPPENED*
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"Well to put it simply, my CHALLENGE was for them to.. satisfy me~" She licks her beak, giggling to herself.
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*If they lost 2 out of 3,*
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"Sad to say, they tried their best, but I'm not easy to please, and I own it~"
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"Now since I'm a bit 'understandably exhausted' after the show and my workout, I don't think I have another challenge in me..."
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"Give me a few days to clean up the walkway, and I'll build us a true arena, a battleground worthy of a fight between all of us~ Does that sound good?~"
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*IF YES*
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"Fantastic, then check your mail for a letter coming soon. And um.. you might want to get your friend some water, they're a little dehydrated~"
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As you all walk out the door, Miranda speaks toward your group. "Oh, uh... one last thing... you can keep that as a souvenir~"
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She grins as she traces her fingertips slowly along her neckline.
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She is referring to the simple piece of black leather around (player)'s neck, which is holding a pink magic gem, identical to the ones you see on the magic rings.
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*If they won 2 out of 3,*
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"And I haven't had a workout like that in some time~"
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She reaches into the front of her robe and pulls out a long coiled up whip lightly radiating pink energy, handing it to your group. "This is my Regalia and your prize, the Star Scourge. Take it with my blessing, treat it like the treasure it is~"
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She then stands back up and walks to the door, holding it open for you all. "Feel free to come back anytime~ My door's always open for you~"
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The two guards outside the door both lean in, pull down their sunglasses, and look over your group, then nod in confirmation at Miranda before resuming duties. |