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WEIRDER STUFF

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Weirder Stuff is a Trinity Continuum game using an re-imagined version of our AWS setting. In Weirder Stuff (henceforth WS) you will play a teenage high school student caught up in the weird happenings and mysteries in the northern Montana town of Shelly. The characters will begin play as normal humans and will have the opportunity to develop into either Talents or Psions. This is primarily a Modern setting with Thriller, Sci Fi, and Supernatural components.

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WEIRDER STUFF: TRINITY CONTINUUM EDITION

Weirder Stuff is a Trinity Continuum game using an re-imagined version of our AWS setting. While we will be using the Trinity Continuum Rules (also called the Story Path System) we will be using none of the published setting. Any material I introduce from the published setting will be adapted to our setting and does not imply that the two universes co-exist. As far as we are concerned WS is a self contained Universe.

In Weirder Stuff (henceforth WS) you will play a teenage high school student caught up in the weird happenings and mysteries in the northern Montana town of Shelly. It is a modern setting which will run in a concurrent time line to our own reality i.e. the year is 2019, the president is Trump, Avengers End Game made a billion bucks in its first week, and so on. The game is loosely inspired by Netflix's Stranger Things, the teen dramas of the CW Network, and of course our own canceled Aberrant Weirder Stuff game. While the game features teens it is an adult game with adult themes and such. If you want to know how it would be rated I would say mostly PG13 and R.

The game is set in the small town of Shelly Montana. The town is a Fictionalized version of Shelby Montana which can be googled (  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelby,_Montana   Map https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelby,_Montana  ). If you want to know something about Shelly, and I am not available, you can look it up and see it for the most part at the Shelby website. I will note in a setting post any concrete differences and changes I make. The general public are not aware of the strange things going on in this area of the state, although if your a nerd and google every weird thing in the world there are stories of... well weird stuff happening, some of which are true.

While the characters are human, this is a game using the Trinity Continuum rules and will feature both Talents and Psions. Talents ( The Inspired from classic Adventure RPG) have always been around and there is no special classification or even understanding that they are anything more than lucky or skilled persons. For all intents and purposes Talents are just people who are good at what they do, maybe even exceptional.

Psions on the other hand are an unknown. Knowledge and understanding of Psioncs in the world of WS is just like it is in our real world, an unproven pseudo-science which is more often ridiculed than taken seriously, a staple of science fiction stories, the subject of hoaxes and charlatans running money grabbing schemes. There are those who think it is real and those who don't and then there are those who want to make it real and to use it for their own purposes. To date in the world of WS there has never been a Documented, Verified instance of actual Psionic activity.

Characters while starting off as normal human can become either Talented or eventually Psionic. Psionic characters will use a some what modified version of the Psion rules found in Trinity Continuum Aeon the modifications to those rules will be detailed later.

I wish to be clear about something, while this game is obviously an iteration of the former AWS game, it is not a continuation of that game nor is it a remake per se. It takes what I had wanted that game to be and has re imagined it into what I hope will be a better and more satisfying experience for all of us. But let me be clear, WS is not AWS. Even though there will be and are similarities with AWS, they are not the same. Internally as far as WS is concerned AWS does not exist. It is not an alternate world, it is not a story written by one of the current characters, it is not a program Sean is working on for a game. As far as WS is concerned AWS isn't a thing.

Characters based on the Original AWS Characters are welcome as are new characters. Those based on the AWS characters may have to alter some of their background to better fit into the new setting but the changes required will not be drastic.

We will be using the new Trinity Continuum Core and the Trinity Continuum: Aeon books. No other published material will be used by you the players although I as Story Teller may use some material adapted from the 1st Edition of Trinity, Aberrant, or Adventure or other non Trinity resources. In some instances I may make these additional resources available to some or all of you as the story demands.

 

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  2. As the blanket settled back onto her body in Devin’s absence, Lona had a moment in the aftermath of hormones to take tally of what had happened. She’d skipped school for the third afternoon in a row. She’d healed a magical cat. She’d joined the band. She’d punched her v-card with Shelly’s Premiere Playa. She’d had sex with a guy who she wasn’t dating and didn’t love. By the rules, she’d just fucked up royally. She didn’t care. It was a relief to not care about what the adults in her life thought. Devin had said he wouldn’t brag, and Lona trusted him to keep his word. Honestly, anyone who looked down on her for her choices wasn’t a friend anyway. She was sure that Lilly and Cade and Cass, and maybe Charlie would question the who of what she’d done, but they’d deal with it quietly or she’d deal with them. She wondered if they’d figure out that she’d wanted the no-ties sex with Devin as much as he had, or if she’d have to spell it out for them. If she didn’t just tell them to fucking deal and leave her alone about it. I’ll just turn Clara lose on them, she thought as she snuggled under the blanket, rolling around a bit to keep the warmth against her body. It was cold in Devin’s bedroom; she wasn’t sure if that was because it was in a basement or if the house was kept a little cold. She hadn’t noticed with her clothes on, but without them-- Devin popped back into the room with two water bottles in his hand and a string of condoms in the other. Lona smiled as she stated, “That seems ambitious.” “I want to be prepared,” he retorted, tossing her water. Lona caught it as she sat up, the blanket pooling around her waist. Chill air reminded her of nakedness just before Devin’s eyes latched onto her breasts. “Were you a Boy Scout?” Lona asked as he crawled over the bed, his water and condoms dropped by the bed. “Nah, wouldn’t get me on TV,” Devin murmured absently, dropping his head kiss Lona’s chest. “You realize if we use all of those, you’re going to need to eat some protein?” Lona took a drink of water and added, “And I’ll probably need a wheelchair.” “Mmm, you complaining that I’m gonna wreck you?” he laughed. “If that had been a problem,” Lona said, pulling his head up so she could kiss him deeply, “I wouldn’t be naked in your bed. Now let’s see how many of those condoms we can use before one of us cries ‘uncle’.” “Oh, that is a challenge I can’t lose,” Devin said with a devilish grin as he got under the covers and pulled her close. “We’ll see,” she whispered, reaching down to gently stroke him. As Devin found himself struggling to speak, Lona grinned wickedly and kissed him again. That’s one way to shut him up, she mused as they resumed their joint debauchery. Some time later... Lona leaned back a little further, wiggling her hips so that things aligned just so, shivering a little as the cool air played over her skin. Devin’s hands were spots of warmth as they moved over her exposed body. Some part of her was sure that this was crazy; they’d had sex all afternoon, and cuddled and talked between. “Deeeeeeeevin!” Marissa’s voice floated through the house and Lona froze in shock. A second later she was diving under the covers, half-sure that the beautiful twin was just going to saunter into his room for the sheer pleasure of torturing Lona.
  3. Sophia took the turn that would take them to Bunnee's. "I don't I don't have a lot of fashion sense, I like come-for-ta-bull, "she said drawing the word out syllable by syllable, "Darcy does my costumes. That's her talent, that and eating. When we go to a con or a larp I'll get with her and brainstorm. I tell her what i'm wanting and voila she whips it up." She finishes just as they pull into Bunnee's and she parks at a carhop station, "This cool? I don't usually go in." Charie looks inside for a second, "Yeah this is fine." "Cool. So you do you guys Larp or go to cons?"
  4. "Nowhere else I'd rather be." Charlie assured her with a smile. "You look great in that costume." Sounds like she's up for roleplay, the Marissa-voice snickered. Clearly, the Jason-voice surmised, she is demonstrating interest that extends beyond merely securing the lead role. You can use that as a justification for taking advantage of the situation without making any commitments you will not fulfill. Oh right, he'd used Jason as some kind of representation of an angel - or avatar of self-control. "How did you design it?"
  5. Charlie and Sophia "Well, I'm the GM, I play them all. But if I were playing in a game I usually play a spellcaster, mostly sorcerers or warlocks, but some times other spell classes." She slips her phone out of her back pocket, "You want to grab a shake at Bunnee" or you got soem place to be?" Her thumb flies across the phone screen then she hands the phone to Charlie, "That's me dressed up as Synirilla my Sorceress"
  6. Cade shook his head, picking up on what Beth was probably thinking. "No, no we're not busy." His tone did nothing to alleviate her suspicions, even though he seemed quite calm. Cade looked at the cat, wondering if it was the same cat, even if it was much smaller. He had friends with super powers, so at this point, he wasn't going to be all that weirded out by a size-changing cat. "She's very pretty." While his gaze indicated the cat, it could easily be misunderstood as him referring to Cass. There was alot going on and Sara had a point about bringing in others to the group who lacked abilities, it would definitely make them targets for the government, and possibly the Dark. Still, shutting themselves off from others and just associating with others with powers wasn't going to work for pretty much any of them. He looked to Cass, waiting to see how she answered. He'd go with her as he'd said, and even if they had to go to bunnee's first.
  7. Charlie was a bit surprised to hear her ask that. Given what had happened at lunch, he'd been primed to expect some kind of comment relating to drama or some innuendo-laden comment. "Cleric." This drew a surprised look from Sophia, before she quickly turned her attention back to the road. "I thought you'd play a bard." Charlie waved a hand. "Too obvious. What would you play?"
  8. Sophia slipped the mustang into 1st and slowly edged out of the parking lot. "So what do you play," she asked Charlie, not looking at him? "What?" He glanced over at her and struggled to keep his eyes from her chest. "What class? In Sean's game. You do still play don't you?"
  9. Sara looked like she really wanted to get away. "It does't matter where we do it or what you tell him. I know how uncomfortable you all are with all of this," she looks at Marrisa and nods, "if you can get him to Marissa's, after Bannon leaves, and after your run, tell him you want him to drive you over there and invite him in for a coke or something before he leaves. We can do this several way, I can read him and he won't know, or I can make him answer your questions truthfully and then forget it ever happened. However you want to do it."
  10. "I doubt Lona and Devin are interested in anything going on in the Real Word, today." She said bemusedly, doing her best not to spill what she knew was going on all day at her house. It was hardly a secret among the Fellowship nerds, anyone with an I.Q. over grapefruit knew they were fooling around all day. The only question was: how much? "And Clara," Marissa's humor and disdain for all happiness and kittens seemed to bleed away as she put on her serious, compassionate expression. "Girl, that is what this whole thing is about: trust. I think you should be honest with him and tell him exactly what we plan on doing, where, and why. If he refuses, then you know he has something to hide. If he accepts, well, he has nothing to lose and you two can go back to... whatever it is you two do. Maybe escape to Alabama so you blend in better, I don't know. The point is this about trust and honesty, and so far he has given you many reasons to doubt both of those things. Call him out. Make him put his man pants on, and we'll work on your diva game face. You can do this." Clara nodded. "I'll tell him we want to talk to him and we're getting together at your house, then. Doesn't out you, Sara, and gives him a chance to show us if he's willing to show up."
  11. "Yeah, because 'hey, orgy at the Jauntsen's' from someone like me won't send up any red flags at all," Clara said with a self-deprecating half-grin. "I was planning on going on a run with him and then stopping by Bunnee's where Sara would be in another booth and could scan him there," she said, still clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing. Not enough not to do it, mind; just uncomfortable enough about it to squirm. She shrugged at Marissa, "I can try and get him over to your place, but I don't really have a realistic reason beyond telling him the truth." She gave Sara a look, "I figured you wouldn't really want me to do that before we know if he's being level with us now." An almost wicked grin, the most amused/evil expression anyone had ever seen on mousy Clara's face before, lit up and she added, "I mean, unless we want to say it's a double date with Lona and Devin."
  12. "Oh," Marissa cooed, adding a little chuckle. "That was so dark and vague, I think I'm a little moist. When exactly are we planning this? Because I planned on inviting Jase over tonight and after that I have 'How To Lose a Guy' and 'It's All About Me'," she pointed to Clara and Lilly respectively. "Coming over around... I think I said seven thirty? Hey! Why don't we do it at my place? We can all gather there and destroy his mi-... I mean, find out if he is lying. Also, my mom will be upstairs, so if anything happens, you know, adult. Don't worry though, we could have an orgy down there and she wouldn't bother us." "How am I going to get Eddy to your house?" Clara asked. "Tell him there is four, underage, attractive females looking to spend some time with him. That is his shtick, right?" The goddess of Shelly answered simply. "Trust me, invite him. Once he is there I will have no problem convincing him to stay." Marissa smirked and Clara didn't trust that look in her eyes one bit.
  13. Jase & The Man In Black If Jason felt any kind of shock, it didn't register in his cold green eyes as they looked across at the smirking man behind the wheel of the Hell-Cadillac, his own lips twisting in a lopsided smile. The smooth-shaven features of the Caddy's driver were as composed as his own, the eyes every bit as cold as he inclined his head to the teen in a gesture that was somewhere between acknowledgement and challenge. Without even seeming to hesitate, Jason mimicked the gesture, then mouthed "Love the car." The Man in Black laughed, flashing white teeth, then inclined his head once more. No more words needed to be exchanged, not that conversation was really possible over the roars of the engines. Jase flicked his finger, silencing the blaring music from his MP3 player, and focused on the task at hand. Whatever advantages the hellish vehicle and Mr Dark had, he was in no mood to be cowed, or to surrender. Both cars were currently doing an easy hundred miles per hour down the two lane road, side by side. Jase figured his Charger had perhaps another eighty before it ran out of horsepower, and he had no idea if Mr Dark's car even used horsepower, recalling the atomic generator small enough to fit inside a chest freezer and the nanobots Devin had been injected with. What the fuck ever - the so-called 'team' meeting had left him in a mood to kick in the teeth of God if given a chance. His eyes gleamed now, losing their cold luster and taking on a feral, wild balefire sheen as Jason pressed his foot down on the gas, feeling rather than hearing the roar of the Charger's V8 as the speedometer crept up past one-twenty. The Cadillac kept pace, and the Man in Black was paying no attention to the road ahead, his eyes never wavering from the features of his young opponent while Jason was forced to flick his gaze between Mr Dark and the road, even with his heightened kinetic awareness giving him additional sensory input regarding speed and momentum. If it hadn't been for that, it would have been utterly foolhardy to look away from the road at all. The two cars edged forward faster and faster, Jason noting the speed dial creeping up over one-fifty, then one-sixty. The V8 was howling now, reaching the upper limits of it's speed as the dial crept over one hundred and seventy miles per hour. And the other car kept pace, the Man in Black not even really seeming to drive the damned thing, which Jase felt was simultaneously cool as fuck... and cheating. Then the Hell Car leapt forward as though it wasn't already going fast enough to redline a turbocharged muscle car, pulling ahead until it was easily a hundred feet in front of the Charger. It hung there a beat, then suddenly cut into the lane ahead of Jase and slammed on the brakes, the red lights on the tail flaring like molten coals - or the eyes of a hungry demon as the rear of the Caddy filled Jase's view, and foretold his end. A passenger in the Charger would have heard Jase swear then, a muttered "Fuck!" escaping his lips as he slammed on his own brakes, the Charger fishtailing before going into a screeching, tire-stripping spin. Unsurprisingly he didn't panic, steering into the spin rather than against it, his focus entirely on not wrecking his car for the next five taut seconds. The Charger came to a stop sideways on the road mere inches from where Jase's calculations told him the Hell Cadillac should be, but when he looked up the black car was gone. No trace of it, or the Man in Black. No glimmer of tail lights, no throaty otherworldly engine growl. Huh. Deep in thought, Jase started up ignition once more and headed home, paying attention to the road ahead and behind.
  14. "I'm down," he smirked and kissed he cheek as he stood up from the bed. "I mean, two teenagers, in home unsupervised, not dating, and skipping classes so they can both have sex for the first time... how much trouble could we possibly get into?" He chuckled to himself. Devin didn't possess much in the way of shyness. His years of auditions and being on stages performing had washed away most of his modesty and while Avvie was sliding out of her pants and retrieving the condoms from her pocket he gingerly dropped his sweats. "I just jinxed us, didn't I?" Lona pulled the covers up over herself and smiled. "Are you nervous?" She chuckeld at looked to Devin who was crawling into bed naked. "Relax. I'm the one who has to deal with that," she pointed at his junk as she scooted over to make room for him. "I'm starting to think Dr. Cook was genetically engineering porn stars." "What? I work out, okay? Plus I keep the situation trimmed and groomed becau-" Lona kissed him deeply and passionately. "Please, Dev," she slowed her pace and gently kissed him with heavy breaths warming his cheeks as she spoke. "Shut the fuck up and put this on." She slapped a condom against his chest. Their first time was as awkward as any could have imagined, but with a bit of laughing and a lot of kissing, they managed to get through it together. Thankfully one of them had decided to use the internet for something other than porn and knew a few things about what to expect and how to deal with each bridge as they crossed it. She had to hand to her partner, he was attentive and as considerate as she could have hopped for. He let her control the pace all the while showering her with tender kisses and loving caresses but she swore to God that if he he asked 'are you okay' one more time, she'd smother him to death with a pillow, make a mold of his penis, and just go home and do it herself. They lost track of time in those first awkward moments of adulthood, but soon they had their rhythm and were moving more like lovers and less like beginners, fumbling for a clue. Lost in the ecstasy of the act their bodies tingled and pulsed with electric fire. Every muscle seemed to tighten and every touch seemed magnified by a thousand. Devin had received several blowjobs from numerous donators across Shelly, and with the condom on he didn't feel too much, but he could feel her. Her hands gripping his sides to control his rhythm, her nails digging into his back and her body tightening around him the deeper he went. She reacted to everything with a moan, a whimper, a kiss, there were not thoughts, only actions and reactions as they kissed each other passionately. He lifted himself above her and could feel the chill air swelling the red welts on his back from where her nails had raked him as she went through her beginner bouts of pain and unease. She traced her hands down his chest and abs and back up before she gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into her for an embrace and kiss as a primal sensation began to take hold of her body. She'd experienced an orgasm before, they both had, but nothing prepared her for what took hold of her body and possessed every muscle, every nerve ending and took her ecstatic sensations straight to eleven. Devin didn't stop, despite the nails in back or every part of her trying to squeeze the life from him, and half way through her throes he joined her rhythmic spasms. After several long moments they'd both eased and Devin was back to slow, teasing thrusts as his hips moved less on intent and more on base instinct. "Wow," Lona panted. "Why do people get jobs? Why leave the house? Just stay home and do this." "Right?" Devin said, his shoulders and chest glistening with the onset of sweat. Sex, it appeared, was an amazing workout. "I've never felt anything like that," Lona gasped. "You've never...," Devin made amusing face. Of all the things he could talk about it appeared talking seriously about sexual things seemed to allude his skill set. "Y'know... rubbed one out? Taken DJ Diddles to the club?" Lona laughed, or tried to between Devin's hips and ever muscle in her body feeling like it'd been through a melee, she managed a weak chuckle. "Yes, I have. Numerous times, and it never felt like that..." "We have two more," he looked at her and smirked. "We have a whole drawer full," she smirked back, correcting him as she kissed him. "Get me a drink, please?" She felt a static run across his body, a noedic vibration she'd never felt before, but then again, she'd never been this close to him and there was a pop in the air and he was gone in a shimmer.
  15. The squeal of Bannon’s wheels as he tore out of the school parking lot signaled the end of the meeting for all intents and purposes. Sara apologized and told them she was too wound up to make the network tonight, that everyone should think about it and that she would may do it tomorrow. One by one they started to drift away to do their own things. As Sara left the bleachers, she passed Charlie who gave her a look that she interpreted to be blaming her for Jason leaving. She shrugged lowered her head and started the long walk home. Charlie Charlie saw Lilly and was going to go ask her for a ride when a car horn sounded behind him and when he looked, he saw Sophia Fingleman in her blue ’17 mustang that her wealthy daddy had given her on her 16th birthday. “Hey! Cole! You need a ride?” She called from the rumbling car as the passenger side window slid down. With a glance Charlie could see she was alone in the car there was no sign of her sister who usually rode with the buxom red head. Charlie knew, better but with a glance back over his shoulder to where Lilly was still talking with Clara, and with the stupid crap that just happened between his friend and Sara, he thought what the fuck. “Sure,” He called back and jogged through the fence and got into the tight little sports car. Cass and Cade “Well that was peachy,” Said Cass as the group broke apart, “Hey Cade you still up fo going with me on my errand?” Cade followed Sara with his eyes but Cass’s question brought his attention back to her .”Yes of course,” he said with a smile. As they were coming down from the bleachers discussing which car to take they ran into Beth who was holding a cat in her arms. A cat that looked remarkably like the cat from lunch but the size of a house cat instead of a Doberman. Cass and Cade looked at each other. And almost in unison “Where did you get that cat?” “Is that your cat?” “No, mom would never allow that but isn’t she adorable? Or he, maybe,” she giggled, ”I was looking for you to see if you wanted to go to Bunnees and saw her by your car. She was so pretty I mean look at her ears.” It was about then she realized that she was gushing about a cat in front of Cade Alistair, and then it dawned on her that Cade and Cass had been up in the bleachers after school. Suddenly she blushed and looked down not wanting to embarrass herself further. “Or later if your busy.” Marissa, Lilly and Clara “Well that’s great,” said Clara “What?” “Sara and Jason were supposed to help me get the truth out of Ettie at Bunee’s this evening but doesn’t look like that’s going to happen now.” Lilly looked off at where Sara was just now leaving the fenced in field and noticed that Marissa was texting again. “Who are you texting? Mari looked up and was about to cut like a razor but stopped herself. “Autumn, she just texted me she was going to be late to the meeting. I told her not to bother the drama train done left the station. We can help with the traitor creep, sorry I mean Ettie,“ she smiled like a barracuda. “What you need us to do?” Clara considered a second then looked questioning at Lilly, her muscles would be just as good as Jason’s powers if push came to shove. “Lilly?” Lilly nodded “Sure.” “Good. Lets catch Sara.” Marissa looked annoyed. “Why do we need Sara?” Clara “To make sure he is telling the truth or to let us know if he is lying.” “Please I can do that.” Still they caught up with Sara before she left the school grounds and after briefly explaining the change in plans Sara nodded. “I’ll be there, just get him there, and we will find out everything he knows.” Sean and Laurie Everything had gone by so fast. Neither of them had the time to really form a question or make a remark before everyone seemed to say fuck it and left. Laurie looked at her big shorter brother “We are doomed.” Sean shook his head, “It isn’t that bad,” he held up his keys, “I have a jeep we can escape in when it all goes to shit.” The hyper intelligent brother and sister bumped shoulders and left the bleachers to go find the jeep that would save them all. Bannon Bannon stared straight ahead out the windshield as the car sped out onto the highway, music blasting wind tossing his hair from the rolled down windows, occasionally his eyes would flicker to his mirrors. It was during one of those flickers that he saw something. It wasn’t yet night so the headlights barreling up behind him wouldn’t have normally stood out but these were bright, not bright like those godforsaken blue things the assholes put on their 4X4s that blinded everyone, but bright like a flaming rocket. He put his foot down a bit and his speed edged up, still those lights closed the distance separating them. He edged his speed up more and now he could make out the car a big black beast with eyes of fire. The black caddy ate up the distance and seemed like it was going to slam into his rear. Jason hadn’t realized it but he was doing almost a hundred and the caddy was keeping pace easily. Suddenly it whipped into the other lane and pulled up beside him and Jason looked across at the man in black.
  16. Lona smirked and replied, “You sound like my therapist.” “You’ll be getting my bill in your slot anytime you want it,” he shot back, grinning at her. Lona grabbed a pillow and hit him with it, unaware of the fascinating gyrations she was creating. Devin noticed, which allowed Lona to hit him a couple of more times before he reacted, blocking the pillow and pushing her back down to the bed. They wrestled for dominance, but Devin was far more physical than Lona, and soon she had been pinned, gasping for air under him. “That wasn’t nice,” he told her, laughing. “I was just making my billing practices clear.” “Haha, yeah, right,” Lona said, running her hands over his toned arms. He lay in the cradle of her legs, and she could feel his desire. It blew her mind a little bit to know that he desired her. “So I need to go after what I want, huh?” “Yep,” Devin agreed in between kisses to her lips, jaw, and throat. “You wanna know what I want?” she asked him quietly. “If you want to tell me,” he answered. “You. I want you.” She smiled as he looked at her. “You sure?” “Positive,” Lona said, and started to wiggle out of her pants.
  17. "Wait," he looked off like he was doing the math in his head. "That's kinda hot, actually. "Seriously?" His half naked counterpart glared at him disapprovingly. "What," Devin protested. "Old Spice has it going on, I'd spread cheeks for him." "Oh, my god," she covered her face with her hands, trying to be both amused and disgusted simultaneously. "You're horrible. Absolutely filthy." "True, but Avalon, you dedicated all your time to your father before his passing because you wanted to show him how much you cared, and how much you loved him. He left knowing that. Your mom? Babe, you can't worry about what other people do. She's gotta tote the burden of the type of human being she is, and she has to live with the destruction the person she is leaves in her wake. Her, not you." His hand traced her belly, teasing her softly with finger tips and as his eyes continued to feed his urges with how beautiful she was. "Focus on you. Do the things you want and live your life. Trust me, one day all her antics will comeback on her, but in the meantime you have no control over how other people act, or how they grieve. Let her have her fun and one day, when the fun's all used up... she'll want her daughter. Then you can decide the sort of person you're going to be that day." He gently kissed her his tongue teasingly dancing across her upper lip. "For now, Avalon has too much going on to worry about petty people and their small problems. Keep being that beautiful woman who loves big, cares a lot, and," he looked down at her naked body and chuckled. "Obviously has been working out without telling anybody, because she looks amazing." They both laughed a bit until Devin gently kissed her again. "The world will sort itself, Avalon. At the end of the day, you're the only person you have to live with. So, worry about you and what you want."
  18. "If only your knack for understatement was as keen as your daily haircare regiment," Marissa grumbled as she kept straightening Autumn's fiery mane. After a few moment's of silence she nudged her guest. "I'm kidding, lighten up." She chuckled and stopped brushing. She stepped around to face Autumn and leaned against the dining table that was not far from the 'bar'/island that sat divided the small kitchen, dining room areas. "Why do I scare the hell out of you?" "You're kidding, right?" The red haired teen looked at Marissa like she was out of her mind. When her hostess just raised her eyebrows and nodded, she conceded an answer. "Marissa, you're intimidating, an absolute bitch, now let's tack on that you're also incredibly rich, gorgeous, and powerful in terms of the social hierarchy. You've never been nice to anybody, as far as I know - you twins have been godawful to everyone for a long time. Hell, you were friends with Courtney." Marissa's eyes went wide as she took it al in, slacking her lips into a frown and nodding in appreciation of Autumn's honestly. When it looked like she might apologize for something she she said, Marissa raised her hand to stop her. "No, no, it's okay. You're right. Except the Courtney part. We weren't friends so much as associates. I've never had friends before, I've never even had a sleepover. Hold on..." She gestured for Autumn to wait a moment and scurried off not far to the book shelf just by the massive television and gaming consoles. She lid a book off by its spine and ran back over, handing it to Autumn as she leaned on the table again. It was an old book, or at east, it seemed to be old. It was folded, creased and worn with all manner of writing and little post-it tabs sticking out from practically everywhere. It was titled '200 Tricks for Making Friends and Finding Self-Confidence'. Autumn turned it about in her hands, looking at it from all angles, expecting it to maybe explode or be a glamor that concealed the fact that she was holding Marissa's spell book and she was really a witch. She thumbed the pages like a deck of cards and inside the book were all kinds of notes, either scrawled on the edge of the pages or on little post-its or torn notebook paper. "Wh-what's this?" She asked, a bit confused. "Origin story time," Marissa smiled, pushing her butt from the table she went back to brushing Autumn's hair. "Listen for the pizza. So, Devin and I have never really had friends before. Our mom was always trying to use as a stepping stone to get into Hollywood, because, well, California. From as long as my brother and I can remember it was pageants and talent shows and commercial auditions. We did the whole Disney casting thing every year. I mean, we were twins, and we were attractive... so mom just wanted to get rich making us child stars." "So, as you might imagine it was a lot dance classes, acting classes, all manner of instruments and of course gymnastics and singing. You name it, sister, we did it." She said in a rather unenthusiastic tone. "Can Devin really do flips and stuff?" Autumn asked. She tried to tild her head back to ask Marissa directly, out of habit, until Marissa pushed her by the cheek with three of her fingers so she was looking ahead again. "I heard he was like doing all kinds of flips and stuff over the picnic tables at school, once." "He can, and he was," she laughed. "He took to that as his outlet. I just walked away with stage fright." She sighed. "Anyway, school in Malibu is a bitch. We were going to school with children of actual celebrities and senators and the richest of the rich the world had to offer. We all know kids are brutal, well, rich kids are worse. By Malibu standards, out family's almost seven figure income was like trailer park living, so we got treated like the poor kids. Picked on, talked down to, and when they heard our mom was trying to get us into the child star racket, well... it got worse because overtime we didn't get a part or win, they destroyed us over it." Marissa laughed. "You think I'm gorgeous? Autumn, these kids were professionally pretty. They were living, breathing, walking images of what their parents needed them to be in public so they made mommy and daddy's cred look better. We had a girl in our class, we were," she paused to think for a moment. "Twelve maybe? Right before we moved here, so yeah. Anyway, she started filling out her training bra and within three months... she had implants." "What?" Autumn exclaimed, shocked. "Yup. Like, is that even legal? Answer: In the real world, no. In California... yes. I swear to god when I tell you that this was her reply when she was asked about them... 'my mom said I'd grow into them'." She fumed and although Autumn couldn't see it she was rolling her eyes, heavy on the roll. Devin used to be beat up all the time. Sometimes just because, most times because he was standing up for me. I was just average in a world of glam gods. So, through out the years when Devin needed someone I was the person who he collapsed into and cried. When Mom had ran us ragged with dance and gymnastics classes and my ankle was swollen to the size of an orange? He was the one rubbing my ankle with Icy Hot for hours until the swelling went down. We were the only friend the other had." "Growing up for us was a miserable experience," she chuckled but Autumn caught the stress in her voice, like she was trying not to get emotional. "I mean, look at this place. They even moved us down stairs and gave us our own apartment-like basement so we wouldn't bother them." "So, what about the book?" Asked Autumn, wincing as Marissa caught a small knot in her locks. "How does it play in? Because honestly, I thought you were going to say something like you were bit by a radioactive mantis or something..." "When we moved here we hated the idea, but we had all summer to prepare for, well, Shelly High. We were the rich kids now, frankly Shelly was a fun-void, and we were bored as hell. So, we discovered that if you applied those two hundred lessons to ourselves, and bullied the opposite into others, we could rule the school. We wondered if it would actually work, so I started wearing more makeup and YouTubed up my Diva vibe, and Devin, well, he just kept acting like himself, honestly, and we gave it a shot. Sure enough I were elevated to god-like status in only a few months. We were never going to feel like we did in California. We were weak, bullied, picked on, constantly put down because have the life all the other kids had. Three years later, I guess the persona has stuck, it's who I am now. You should have met me in California. I was the sweetest thing, naive, completely stupid and fighting evil spirits in four inch hiking heels? Not a chance." Autumn laughed. "You know that's not a thing right? Hiking heels. Ow!" Marissa tugged her hair. "I stand by my purchase." She said flatly. "So, you and your brother, as a demented social experiment, decide to use a self-help book, emotional abuse, and reverse psychology to brow beat and bully an entire school district into worshiping you," she shrugged like she was guessing because the idea seemed so ludicrous. "...because you were bored?" "Pretty much." Marissa replied as a casually as the raw truth could pass a woman's lips. There was a long moment of silence. Marissa sat her brush down and it appeared she was done with it for now. Autumn did all the math in her head and shook her head with a grin. "The is, without a doubt, the single most messed up, evil, and maladjusted thing I've ever heard... also, the coolest. Points for dedication, you two are beasts." "We try." She smirked and handed Autumn a mirror. "See?" At that moment the door bell rang and Alexa announced the pizza had arrived. "Duh, stupid robot voice. Be right back." With a bounce in her step that seemed out of character for Shelly's unofficial ruler, she ran up the steps to collect dinner.
  19. “Tickles, tickles!” Lona gasped, dropping her phone and grabbing for Devin’s face. He resisted, adding kisses to the laughter that had Lona squirming. For several minutes, they tussled before Devin relented and allowed her time to breathe again. “So, what did Clara want?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand toyed with the hint of white lace peeking over the top of her jeans. “She wanted to be sure we weren’t having unprotected sex,” Lona said with a sigh. “So, she really is like your mom,” Devin noted. “I’d get tired of her mothering me all the time.” “It’s not like that, not since we had our fight. She’s just worried about me, she cares. And, no, my mom is lame and Clara at least cares more about me than getting laid,” Lona groaned. “Your mom’s got a boyfriend already?” Devin asked, idly dipping his fingers into her jeans far enough to realize that it was all lace. Lona froze, debating what to say. She was quiet so long that Devin stopped what he was doing and looked at her expression. Before he could ask, she said, “So, I’m invoking the ‘don’t talk about this with others’ rule you mentioned earlier, but…” She swallowed and said, “She’s banging Clara’s parents. Both of them. Has been since Dad died. For all I know, they were doing it before Dad died.”
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    anyone have a post for in the bleachers get it in today or tomorrow i am moving forward
  21. The sensation of having her hair brushed- the repetitive, surprisingly gentle tug of the bristles as Marissa coaxed knots and snarls into loose, voluminous waves- was a soporific one, lulling Autumn into a near-trance state typically achieved only by high-level yogis, Buddhist monks, and that guy in Algebra who listened to Phish and smelled like Little Tree air freshener. So it was, then, that the redhead was less guarded in the Mantis's lair than she would normally be. "I'm not trying to be rude or anything, it's just weird to be here, I guess," she murmured dreamily. Had she ever been pampered like this, indulged in such a simple luxury with someone else? She couldn't remember. Maybe... there was a vague memory of her grandmother doing something similar when she was really young, brushing and curling the fine copper strands through her fingers until Autumn had fallen asleep in her lap. It was odd to compare the two scenarios, she acknowledged distantly, but it also felt kind of the same? There wasn't a name she could put to the feeling, but it was nice. Not for the first time that day, she let herself be vulnerable, baring her metaphorical throat before the fangs of an unfamiliar beast and trusting that it wouldn't bite. It was a risk, definitely, but something had cracked Marissa's perfect, exquisitely deadly mask for just a moment when she'd thought her brother was in danger, and Autumn had seen something far more beautiful, in her mind, underneath. Humanity. "I haven't had a sleepover since my birthday, in like, fourth grade, and you scare the hell out of me," she sighed, exhaling the words more than uttering them. "This weekend has been wild."
  22. "Don't thank me yet," he said with half a breath, one hand squeezing her gently as his other slid across her side and up her back, arcing her spine with a shivering glide upwards. Within the span of him touching her back and tracing over the strap of her bra it was undone. His grace and precision in the maneuver reminded her that he was far more experienced at heavy petting than he was leading her to believe. "Still plenty of time to disappoint or offend." He smirked. Without warning he gripped her tightly and spun her about, hefting her hundred or so pounds like she was nothing more than a feather and he was a breeze. it was her turn to lie on her back and thankfully the rich kids parent's sprung for the Queen-sized mattress or she was sure they would have rolled off by now. With a tug, he pulled his tank top off and Lona realized she wasn't the only one holding out on a fit body with loose clothing. Everyone knew Devin was a gymnast, but no one had ever seen him actually perform, but judging by his hardened frame, working out was a way of for this guy. Yeah, the thought returned, a month ago, she did not see herself making out with a guy like him... more many reasons. They both lost track of time in the flood of desires. She could feel how turned on he was and certainly all he needed was the green light, but the more involved she became, the more he met her enthusiasm. His mouth explored every inch of skin she bared to him, allowing herself to be lost in the waves of new sensations and drown, if only for awhile, in her passions. This, she knew Devin would agree, was living.Just feeling his skin on hers was as electric as any kiss or touch and it was simple to understand why Devin always had these sorts of thought on his mind, it was addicting. He kissed down her body, moving lower and lower, getting more confident with every heavy breath and soft moan his partner gave him. Her jeans were already undone but still on. That happened maybe ten, twenty minutes ago? Neither knew. Her stomach quivered and she laughed slightly as his kissing her lower tickled. Then her phone rang... They both sighed, Devin's head collapsed into her stomach and Lona rolled her eyes, groaning with the poor timing. "Sorry, thought it was on silent. Shit," she said looking at the screen. "It's Clara." "Answer it," he urged while taking a small nibble at the side of her tummy. "Or they'll know we're up to something." Avalon groaned with frustration through the tiny laughs of Devin' nibbling on her. "Fine." She feigned irritation and swiped her screen. "Hello? Hey." She replied to Clara. Devin could hear Clara's muffled voice through the receiver and Lona shot him a look as she tried to keep a straight face as he continued to kiss and nibble on her stomach, still slithering himself lower and lower. "No, he's okay. Still a bit bruised up but he's definitely up and active." Devin's lips rolled under his teeth and he bit down to stop himself from laughing. He glared at her as she smiled back devilishly, sticking her tongue out at him. "No, no... he just headed downstairs..." Devin collapsed on her, cupping both his hands over his mouth until his laughter was nothing more than compressed wheezes through his nose and back of his throat... like that dog, Muttley. "Yeah... sure. Call me if you need anything. I know. I know. We're not. Jesus, give me some credit." She clicked off her phone and Devin began laughing, burying his face in her stomach.
  23. "You could always-" Charlie started, then immediately thought better of it. No, he couldn't. "No, I couldn't." Jason said, as if echoing Charlie's thoughts as the smile faded from his face. "You should probably go and find out what she's telling everyone, though if you want my advice you'll avoid asking her to repeat herself. Or indeed to pass the salt. No telling what'll light her fuse." "It might be important for you too." Charlie ventured as Jason ducked into the driver's seat of his car and glanced up at him. "It probably is, if she read Cook's mind. But she didn't want to tell me - she wanted to have a tedious discussion about ethical use of power first, which would have started a prolonged debate with everyone expressing their views, and I would be sitting there listening to my brain cells dying while people scored oh-so-sassy snark points against a backdrop of the philosophical equivalent of 'I like the orange crayons' filling the air before anything of real import was discussed." He gave Charlie a narrow smile. "I'll get the Cliff Notes assuming anyone cares to share with me. See you tomorrow." With that, he pulled the door closed and started up the engine. Music roaring through the windows as the MP3 player flared to life, the Charger growled once like an angry beast before peeling out of the parking lot.
  24. Cassandra, having watched the drama play out while feeling unsure about how to intervene...or even if she had the right to...finally piped up when Clara mentioned 'people like us.' Here was something that plugged into something else she'd seen today. "What if it's not just people like us?" she suggested. "Scientists test these kinds of things out on animals first, right? What if there's...super...animals out there?" At the looks she got, Cassandra scowled and looked at the sky for a second. "Okay, let me rephrase. There are super animals out there. Me and Cade met one. I don't know if it's because of this Proteus thing though."
  25. Clara had smacked her forehead with her palm so many times in her mind, a bruise was forming from sheer frustration. Snapping at Jase for being too inflexible or Marissa for being hypocritical wasn't going to help, so for today she just ignored it. "Sara, even if it's not all of us, those willing to be in a mindlink can at least help create a bit of a safety net. At the least, if I'm connected to you, I can provide a boost for you if you need to broadcast to someone that isn't in the link. I don't know if Jase is going to be up for our plan after this now, but if Etienne does check out, perhaps he could be in the link. We could get realtime updates on what Cook is doing or whatever Etienne might be able to dig up on this 'Project Proteus'." She bit her lip, looking nervous and keyed up. "If they've also got people like us, do you think being in the link might keep people safer from being messed with by another telepath?"
  26. “Well, your case is difficult,” Lona said, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his scalp. “You seem to have accelerating symptoms. Hmm, I have a procedure in mind.” Tilting her head to the side, Lona kissed his neck, sending a shiver through him. Startled but delighted at the response, continued doing it, trailing her lips up and down his neck. “I’m not sure you’re responding to care,” Lona whispered when she came up for air, wiggling in his lap a little. “I might need to get a little more aggressive in your treatment.” “Whatever you think,” Devin murmured, catching her lips in a kiss. She felt him striving to be gentle and not push her, but she pressed herself against him more firmly. With lips and tongue, she deepened the kiss so that it resembled their first kiss. This time, there was no audience, no parents yelling at them to stop, only their own restraint. Lona, for one, had no intention of stopping, at least not yet. Each touch, each kiss inflamed her desire for more. She might chicken out later, but for this moment, she wanted to do this. She also really wanted to do this with Devin; a month ago she would have been appalled at the idea and assumed that she was drunk or stupid enough to fall into his “trap”. So much had changed, mostly Devin, and she was amazed to find herself here with him. She wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but at some point she felt ready for more, and she guided Devin’s hands to cup her breasts. “You feel so good,” she murmured, “you make me feel so good. Thank you.”
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