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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a pink magic wall, looking perfectly plain aside from some faint sparkles of white appearing randomly
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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, as though everything is moving beneath you, not unlike the unsteady sensation of riding a boat that never goes down.
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(Do NOT tell them this until they figure it out for themselves)
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(Welcome to the **Satellite** demense!)
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(Be coy with the reveal, it is unique for a reason)
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Once you get your bearings, you realize that (for the first time) the gate took you inside a building, but it's very plain and metallic. The leftmost and rightmost walls are wall-to-wall semi-reflective black, with several onlookers staring at them in amazement.
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The wall straightahead is just gray metal with an array of doors with lines of people in front of them. The gate behind you is bound to an identical metal wall, minus the doors. Even the floor beneath you has an odd hollow thud to it despite the carpet paneling.
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The center of the room is occupied by a large elevated stage with an extended walkway path, 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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*STAGE / SEATS*
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A binturong woman with shoulder-length brown hair in a stunning blue dress & matching high heels with 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 they're enjoying Diadem so far. Also, every answer you give, she writes down flawlessly without even looking at her notepad.
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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 she'll be out here soon, she always 'graces her audiences with her presence' toward the tail end of her shows." She pauses and leans in a little. "Personally I think it's a little obnoxious, but..." She leans back out. "...she mostly does it to drum up applause for the models. Which they deserve."
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*BLACK WALLS*
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The people standing around these half-reflective walls are either chatting with each other quietly or staring at them with a weird look of quiet amazement.
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*APPROACH SOMEONE*
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A young gopher man aims an old-fashioned camera in your direction, but pauses and lowers it. "Wait a sec, I recognize you... you're from the Marauder incident some time ago, right? Okay now I HAVE to take a photo!" Your group will be momentarily blinded from the bulb flash, and he will squee in excitement. "AWESOME! Once I get it printed, I'm gonna bring it to you guys to autograph!"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"She's here getting ready in the back, I got her photo when I came in. Gonna add that one to my personal collection, she is a stunning view." He pauses to turn to the wall before continuing. "Though gotta say... this view is a close second.
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(INVESTIGATE Roll)
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- The walls are covered in glass panels, which is why they are 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 down, you spot one object in the distance, a rather large sphere. Msotly blue, but with some smaller spots of white, green, and brown. And it is MASSIVE.
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*DOORS*
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The farthest left door is guarded by a pair of suit wearing gentlemen, clearly bodyguards.
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The middle-left door has a large sign on it saying ZERO G ROOM, and has a small line of people in front of it, mostly children.
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The middle-right door has a sign over it saying CRAFT ROOM, with a shorter line of mostly adults.
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The farthest right door is an open doorway leading to another segment of the station, specifically some kind of on-site store.
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----- *GUARDED ROOM*
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The two well dressed Doberman guards standing at about six foot seven with sunglasses on (because of course they do) stare at your group, arms crossed. They tell you straight out that noone is allowed in Miranda's private quarters without permission or an invitation, and they know you all have neither.
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----- *ZERO G ROOM*
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Once you wait in the line, which takes all of fifteen minutes, you are met at the door by a teenage boy in an indigo hoodie, the hood drawn up and his pink nametag reading CAELUM. He tells you that entry into the room is only 10z for 5 minutes, and that covers your group of no more than six people.
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*IF THEY GO IN*
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The room is about 50 feet long, tall, and wide, the walls and ceiling lined with thin padding in a square grid formation. Once the door shuts behind you, you suddenly feel completely weightless.
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The next five 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, and the doors will open for you all to leave.
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----- *CRAFT ROOM*
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Once you wait in the line, which takes all of fifteen minutes, you see it is literally just 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 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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He quickly explains (in a showy fashion) that 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 even shows a few mannequins with some incomplete design ideas, and says everyone is free to use any of the bolts of cloth and sewing machines if they want to try their hand at making something of their 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 the idea and hard work.
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----- *STORE*
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The store is more of a boutique 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 antelope man in a black vest over a button front white shirt and black slacks with a pink nametag reading LEO.
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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, but a few of them being fashionista types that you'd expect to see at a place like this.
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The lights begin to dim around the room, except for over the stage in the center, which cuases everyone to scramble for a decent seat. A very young boy in an indigo hoodie with the hood pulled back, white shorts, short white hair, and a pink nametag reading CAELUM steps out on stage, microphone in hand.
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He looks a little nervous speaking in front of an audience, but he steels himself after a moment and speaks very bravely into the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending Madam Miranda's 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 15 minute show, although awkward to anyone who has never attended one, goes off completely flawlessly. In sequence, you see models wearing:
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- Sporty summer clothing in muted colors being shown off by athletic students
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- Fall clothing in earthly toned colors shown off by theater students
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- Winter clothing being a split between straight black or solid white ensembles worn by poetry students
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- The spring line being all about weather resistant and vibrant ponchos & umbrellas with Easter color sweaters thrown in worn by cheerleaders
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- And, each piece individually has at least a tiny amount of pink somewhere in either the stitching, the trim, or at least the brand tag.
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At the end of the fashion 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! All of these pieces are handcrafted by the local students, based on designs made by 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 gown trimmed in pink highlights with split sides, showing off her long stiletto boots. Her generous chest draws attention to her unusual neck plumage and well maintained dark brown wings upon her back, but that visual is immediately distracted by her predatory smile cloaked behind her dark brown beak and slitted amber eyes, her face perfectly framed by her rounded haircut and 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. "Thank you all for coming out to see tonight's new line, my team put tremendous work into everything you see here, and the models did a marvelous job making it look DAMN good. As Caelum said, these pieces will be available in the Diadem Mall for purchase in 2 weeks, and anyone wanting early access can buy them in the on-ship store!" She tosses Caelum the microphone as everyone applauds, and she spreads her wings, hopping off the stage and gliding out beyond the audience.
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Most of the audience has already stood up and made a MAD rush for the boutique to get their hands on the clothing early, and a few 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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"Well hello there you pretty new faces~ I hope you all enjoyed the show as much as I did~" She will then proceed to shake hands with each of you, taking note of each of your features. In an almost uncomfortable way.
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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~" She slowly walks around your group, eyeing each one of you like pieces of meat at a butcher's shop. "Maybe a little... one on one challenge?~"
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*IF NOONE VOLUNTEERS*
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When she finds someone she is interested in, she will purr 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. "I can see you're all more interested in armed combat, but that isn't really my style. "She pauses for a moment looking all of you over, and a smile creeps across her face. "Tell you what. Give me skme 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, and be sure to bring your absolute best, you hear me? This will be seen between all corners of Diadem!" She will laugh uproariously before walking away, grabbing both the security guards in front of the guarded doorway, and yank them into the room with her, locking the door loudly enough for even YOU to hear.
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*IF ACCEPTED*
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She extends a hand out, palm up, waiting for you to place yours in hers. Once they do, she will grab their hand tight, pull them away from your group into her embrace, and make their face flop firmly between her tits. "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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You will also see several people freaking out as they claim they just moved a solid 50 feet from where they were, but Caelum steps up, 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 Madame 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, and Caelum turns back to your group. "Let me guess... Regalia Hunters, right?"
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After they confirm, he will sigh and continue. "So Miranda has an... unusual hobby. She enjoys challenging people to a um... 'one on one match,' if you catch my drift. She should be in her private quarters right now, so if you want to wait..." He gestures toward the door where the security guards are standing outside of, and you can see a golden glow from the door.
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Upon approaching the door, you see you can't even physically touch the door itself as it is just behind a gold magic barrier. Meaning that, whatever is happening in there, your teammate is on their own.
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*INSIDE THE ROOM*
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Miranda and that player will each be making various FIGHT, PHYSIQUE, and ATHLETICS rolls (over the span of fifteen in game minutes) until a best three out of five result is determined
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Eventually, the barrier finally dissipates and the door clicks open, revealing her in only a flowing black robe trimmed in pink. She invites your group inside, and you immediately find your teammate lying in a heap on a large king size bed, completely naked but only barely covered by a blanket and several VERY telling lipstick stains and teeth marks all over their body.
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The room itself is something straight out of an adult film. The bed is completely surrounded on all sides by wall mirrors on the top half revealing JUST how thorough she was with your teammate, and beyond that are ordinary looking cabinets and dressers, but partly open to reveal an IMMENSE wardrobe of clothing.
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She closes the door behind you all, smiling knowingly and remarks, "Before you ask, it's not what it looks like... *it's so much better~*" She laughs proudly and offers them seats on the nearby couch before she genuinely talks to your group. "Well now that I got my cardio in, let's discuss the results, shall we?~"
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*When they ask what happened,*
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"Well to put it simply, my CHALLENGE was for them to.. satisfy me~" She licks her lips and reveals her fangs, 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~ Now since I'm a bit "understandably exhausted" after the show and my workout, I don't think an actual fight today will work for me... how about we reschedule for a later date? I can give us a more appropriate stage, we could make an entire spectacle out of it, we could invite the whole of Diadem to come out and watch?~"
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*If they won 2 out of 3,*
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"And satisfy they did, that was better than any workout I've had in a long time~ And I work out in zero gravity AND ten times gravity~" She laughs proudly before reaching between her tits and pulling out a long coiled up whip, handing it to your group.
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"This is your prize, the Regalia known as Star Scourge. Take it with my blessing, treat it like the treasure it is, but come back anytime you like~ I do private shows on request~" |