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  1. ...the Hell? Val scans the group. Zyte? Panicking. Max? Completely confused. Okay, so this is a hijacking. Great. But you know what you can't hack? A friggin' cable. She pulls a cable from Marianne and gives a look to Kitty Riot! to tell 'em to do the same as she says Hell with wireless and just plugs 'er into the amp. Nobody's gonna turn her show into a PR nightmare. Not on her watch. She steps back, going back-to-back with Milk. "GET LOUD, GIRLS!" But before she begins playing, she grabs Milk and pulls her down for one long, deep kiss. If this show's gonna make a splash, it ain't gonna be for some conspiracy theory bull. It's gonna be for this. Then, she begins to jam, blasting over the broadcast. At least, until the eggheads can figure out what the Hell just happened.
  2. Is that... are those... ...The King? ...sort of? "Well... this is certainly the weirdest disaster I've ever seen," she says for the camera as Mer-Elvis flops by. As other heroes gather, Val goes for the most belligerent of the Elvices, the skeleton and fire ones. How does a skeleton even still have hair? Deep roots? "Well here's a blast from the past. Does The King still have the pipes to keep his crown?"
  3. I resisted the temptation to drop a hero point and ultimate effort that.
  4. Perform: Strings: 1d20+27 35
  5. "You're the best, Max," Val smiles, bumping fists before she's called away. She sends a smile to the crowd, then turns back to Max with an exaggerated look of concern over the prince before heading to the back. She takes one of her padlocks in hand. A silver-plated, V-engraved number. Always funny to feel; she still remembers the first lock. Just a ninety-nine cent number from a hardware store. She can remember when a day she pulled in enough money as this one lock cost would make her week. She taps her headset, "Whenever you're ready." A moment later, Kitty Riot! starts to jam. Val locks her choker, slips the key in her bracelet, and takes Marianne in hand. Good to go. She gives the rest of the girls a moment to shine, then charges out, hand held high. One moment, and... ...she shreds that guitar like few this world has ever seen. This ain't her kind of crowd, but she rides their energy anyways, uses it, and when her solo's gone on long enough, the key comes out. The lock comes off. A quick scan of the crowd, and she already knows where it's going; a long lob, and she throws it out to the side, where Alice is watching. Today probably won't be her normal routine, sadly, but Val would love the chance to see that one cut loose a bit. But this ain't the time for that! The set goes on into Val's most iconic song, kept fresh all these years by the constantly rotating bands that share the stage with her. My First Angel, a heartbreaking song about doomed first love that teaches what it even means to make that connection, and the pace does not quit until the final note of the final song, each piece flowing one to the other. And as that final note hangs in the air, she takes the physical mike in hand and raises the horn, "THANK YOU DUBAI!" Not that the mike is hooked up to anything. It'd just get in the way of the real audio setup.
  6. Val considers speaking up, but says nothing. Correcting Zyte's more trouble than it's worth. Maxine's too shy to correct anyone, and he's probably not going to notice the difference. She gets into makeup, but proceeds to mingle before the show, instead of some of her usual preps. The entire crew is sporting rainbow war paint, rainbow band painted around the arm, even her nails are done with it. Enough that you can't miss it. Not enough to break her usual themes of black and spikes and big buttkicking boots. "It's an honor, Prince Abdul," she bows, not... entirely sure if that whole, 'commoners aren't supposed to touch royalty,' thing applies with middle eastern royalty. Not that she's a hundred percent compliant with that anyways. At the invitation, "That's a very gener-" she trails off, feigning distraction by some technical detail before the topic of conversation moves on. To his little private room. ...and is he drooling? She presses her hand up against her earpiece. "I'm sorry; they're having a problem with the audio setup, and they need me. It's been a pleasure, Your Highness," she lies, and slips away to find Max. "Hey, Max; I just used you as an excuse to get out of an awkward conversation. Pretend we're talking about a problem with the audio."
  7. I literally can't roll worse than that, so Val wins initiative, but I'm also not acting yet. Bev's turn.
  8. Wayward shoots back a smile that tells Milk they can continue this 'exchange' later, but for now, gotta get back to business. Like trying very hard not to glare at Zyte over 'dynawesome.' But... he is actually good at tech-teching the tech-tech... Letting the nonsensical makeup suggestion slide, "Between our drones, I know we'll get enough good footage for post, and my buddy Max is giving the audio setup the once over twice. But the drones aren't mine; they're Max's babies. I'd get my throat slit if I let anyone touch them without permission. But for this shoot, I say the more up there, the merrier, as long as they don't get in each other's way." That's how drones work, right?
  9. Aw. She's trying to banter. That's adorable. Val shakes her head and downs her shot. Looks like she might be needed on this one. Staying quiet, she pulls her collapsed staff from her cargo pocket and stretches a bit behind the bar. It's not far. She can probably bolt across the distance before anyone can react.
  10. Which of the threads we have are you referring to, HG? We've had a few hang, but I'm not in any you just listed. Kit and Elite are retired now, so anything with them would be discontinued. But I believe we had a couple threads with Wayward.
  11. Again, Val assures Zyte that she has her own makeup artists getting ready, and doesn't need the help, as they make their way to the pad. Val taps knuckles with the Kitty Riot! crew, keeping things mellow. Tracy, though... she gets a lingering look. The face is unfortunate, but that body... Mm... But, time for business. "Welcome to the sand box," she turns her gaze out to the brown haze obscuring the horizon. "Always good to start things freeform. You three jam for a bit, then I come out for a solo on Marianne. Get the juices pumping, get the crowd worked up. From there, we start at My First Angel, and go down the list to Forever." A list tailored to the occasion. A good balance of her classics, with some of the new stuff in the middle. Zyte surely wouldn't settle for not having the latest in there somewhere.
  12. Val's eye twitches at, 'Rockette,' but says nothing. Stay professional. "It's nice to meet you, Zane," Val smiles and waves, but doesn't offer her hand. That would be rude to a bodyguard. Alice, on the other hand, does get a handshake, "A pleasure, Alice," but her eyes say, I'm so sorry., then quickly returns her attention to Zyte. "I should greet them, but we need to get to makeup soon if we're going to stay on schedule." Ah, schedule. Savior from so many unwanted conversations.
  13. 'Missy?' 'Awesomesauce?' 'Flaunt it?' What is this guy? Whatever. Just roll with it. "Zyte! Glad to be here. We're almost ready on our end; makeup and costume are still unpacking," she assures him. "As to the set...?" she raises a finger, forestalling any questions. "Show's no fun without some surprises, hm?" she smirks. Now stop insulting my professionalism, you ass. "But please; do introduce me to your friends. I didn't know you kept such lovely company."
  14. Val raises an eyebrow as Amanda's slips get worse, but elects not to comment. Her thoughts on pussy are a matter of public record. "He's gonna want a meet and greet after. No getting out of that, and probably some public appearance or another to bump elbows and show the world what great friends we are. So, I'd like to avoid the meeting I can get out of until then. Keeps things a little more straightforward." She heads over to the computer to get a look at the guy. "Mm... y'know, that really doesn't work for him. Not even if the beard matched... maybe if he bleached the eyebrows, and dyed the beard blue? Maybe then it'd look like a fashion statement, at least, instead of just wanting attention. But the beard just makes anything other than classic black hard to work with. Even bleach blond would need him to lose the beard for it to work."
  15. Not her preferred kind of crowd, but whatever. Sounds like a good gig anyways. "Aw, but you and Slug made such a cute couple," Val teases, but doesn't press the subject. "I've got someone in mind for this one. New group called Kitty Riot! This... well, let's just seem like it's their idea of a good time. And I like their style; I think they'll bring a lot to the set." She was always one to take a chance with an up and comer, and give them more freedom than they'd normally get in their situation. Sometimes it backfires, but she remembers when she was first starting out. It's good to pay it forward. But there's something she just can't drop. "He really changed his name to Zyte. Guyste." She spaces the two words out, not liking the taste. "I hate this guy already. I'm guessing no middle name to ruin the stupid?"
  16. Val waves her hand at the coffee as she kicks back in a chair, looking out the window to the city below. "No, thank you; I swore off rocket fuel after the last time. You're a stronger woman than I am." Last time Val tried Amanda's idea of coffee, she was sure the crash after would kill her. Then again, Amanda's probably still alive because she drinks so much of the stuff she never comes back down. She turns her gaze up to the clouds as she considers. "Yeah, I think we can do some good, there, and I've never been one to say no to the camera, but let's have our own security solution on this one, okay? I'd rather have a crew we trust if you're not a hundred percent on Mr. Savant, hm?" She doesn't recall a 'Burj Khalifa,' but she can figure out enough. "I'm guessing we ain't gonna fit a crowd up there. What's this, a playing all to the camera thing, wind blowing, panning city shots, that sort of thing?" A live audience is always better. Get that energy going, revel in it, but she can do the business well enough without.
  17. Val High Note Room of Danger 7th Edition
  18. Hm? Who's this? As someone new enters the stage, talking like another cape, Val takes interest, and decides this may be a bit of a show. These two newly minted villains don't seem like the sort who could be especially dangerous. This might make for a good show. The star digs out some cash from her pocket, puts it near the register, then grabs a glass and pours herself some Jack.
  19. Yeah, that's definitely weird. This could do for a closer look. At a gap in the exodus, Val ducks low and dives through, for the first cover she can find.
  20. Attempting to reduce the general chaos and get information. Skill Mastery on Diplomacy. Enhanced charisma up, and assuming Attractive doesn't apply; result of 27.
  21. Val wanders the street, hoodie up and shades on so she isn't immediately recognized, when a stampede busts out of a nearby club. What the Hell...? Well, that ain't right. She makes her way over to the group, and tries to bring a little order to the chaos. If nothing else, make sure no one gets trampled, and maybe get a few answers, "What happened?" she asks on of the more stable looking individuals as she wards off the runners from stepping on someone who stumbled and collapsed before helping them up and to the stability of a nearby wall.
  22. TEEPD BY HGM Updates for Wayward. Updated image link, now that Photobucket is dead. Increased Mind Reading to rank 10, now capped, raising array to 11 points; increased Enhance Charisma to 10 within that cap, and both added Objects to Comprehend and increased Communication to 3, again within the new cap. Updated skill totals and Attributes for new totals. Cost: 5 PP Added immunity to aging. Cost: 1 PP Total PP Available: 6 PP Total PP Spent: 6 PP PP Remaining: 0 PP
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