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Gypsy frowns and then nods. Before leaving the room, though, she traces a symbol on Sierra's forehead and whispers magical words. "There's a lot of magic tied up in him," she says. "That will just tell me if any of it touches you." With that done, she leaves.
When the red light appears, Gypsy steps in front of Sierra and makes a magical gesture. Runes appear around the newcomer for a moment and Gypsy watches them intently, looking for signs of harmful magic. "What was that?" she questions.
Gypsy looks at Sierra with concern. "Does ... does Om... your mother know you were coming to us?" Gypsy questions, turning back to Firinn.
Gypsy manages to dodge the errant lasers and moves to stand next to Sierra as she checks the young man. "Oh, you're Firinn," she says in surprise. "I recognize you from school."
With a quick flick of her hand, a disk of violet energy appears between Peyton and the drone.
As the last of the revelers exit the area, Gypsy gathers more energy into herself to deal with the foe.
"No civie casualties. On it!" Gypsy responds and draws energy in around herself.
She spreads her hands wide. The words to her spell echoing about the dance area and on the final syllable, the sound system shorts out completely and the music dies. The heavy techno beat has been replaced with a shrill klaxon and all the doors that exit the area are ripped from their hinges to allow unhindered egress. "EVERYONE OUT!" she shouts in an amplified voice.
"Yea, us!" Gypsy calls out before being sprayed with water by a transformed elephant. She lets out a breath and lets her super suit flash away and swap back with her bikini from wherever her clothes go when she activated her super suit, and then says ”Let’s…see about straightening this place up a bit before VCS get here.” "Hey! Before they get here ..." Gypsy says, reaching out to guide Sierra towards one of the upended loungers. With a quick gesture the lounger rights itself and slides over near the unconscious Helldiver. "Lay down on it and act like you're just catching some sun," she instructs. In an instant her costume is gone and her clothes from before have returned. Well ... most of her clothes. Noticeably missing is her t-shirt and she doesn't seem to notice that she's covered above by only a lacy, pink bra. Pulling her phone from her shorts pocket, she positions the shot just so to capture the defeated woman, Sierra lounging with sunglasses, and an elephant spraying a fountain of water in the background.
Gypsy's eldritch flames close in around her as Helldiver's flames strike, splashing away harmlessly. Taking a few steps to her right, she attempts to circle the woman as Peyton suggested. Raising her hands, she directs arcs of black electricity at the intruder, avoiding Sierra in the process. The bolts scream as if in terror. "Watch out for the edge!" Gypsy shouts as one of the bolts harmlessly wraps around Sierra and pulls her back.
With her uncomfortable situation saved by a literal bolt from the heavens, Gypsy stands up from where the impact bounced her off her lounger. "This is private property!" she declares. "And you haven't been invited." Gone is the timid and embarrassed girl from moments ago. She waves her hand over her body and her shorts and t-shirt are replaced with her new costume. She gestures in a circle and an aura of purple flames coalesce about her, shifting the gray in her outfit towards the color of the flames.
"If you leave now, we won't charge you for the damages," she adds.
Gypsy visibly swallows. "Well have fun shopping," she says after a moment. "I've got to do some more research on spells that ..." She glances at Sierra again. "On spells," she concludes lamely.
"No issues on my end. No siree Bob. Not a single issue," she declares. "But Peyton likes your 'boy' form. Right, Peyton?" Gypsy says, looking to the sweaty girl for backup, her eyes pleading for an escape from the hole she's dug herself into.
"I don't think anyone could say that the 'form' you chose last night was unattractive," Gypsy says with a playful roll of her eyes. "It was just ... unexpected. I ... we ... didn't know you could do that." She glances at Sierra and then blushes. "How about we just stick to the 'boy' version of you for now to avoid any ... issues?" she asks, glancing down at her feet.
Gypsy's face reddens again. "No ... no need to apologize. You're not from around here. So it would be expected that you wouldn't be accustomed to our societal norms." She thinks for a moment. "Speaking of ... Moon and I were doing some research - well, Moon, really, she's more of a numbers person than I am - and the statistical probability of an extra-planer race looking as much like a human as you do are ... well, the number is ridiculous. So after seeing what you did last night ... this isn't really your true form, is it?"
"Sierra," Gypsy says with a frown. "Moon's my sister. We tell each other everything. We don't keep secrets from each other. She knows everything there is to know about me." She looks down at her t-shirt again - Moon's shirt, actually - and the mess she's making of the hem. "She does stupid things sometimes, but she would never intentionally hurt me. She knows this is really private stuff and how to keep a secret."
Gypsy blushes and looks away. Her hands seek out the hem of her t-shirt and begin worrying at it. "I told her that I kissed you," she says finally. Her voice grows softer. "I didn't tell her that your lips tasted like raspberrys. Or that your skin smells like salt and jasmine. I didn't tell her that when I kiss you, I feel like my insides are lighting up with an energy that I can't contain. Beyond even magic." She looks back. "Was that too much?"
Gypsy lights up when Sierra smiles at her. "Good morning," she says with a grin. "I'll be honest; I was a little worried when you left last night. Moon had me convinced that I'd done everything wrong and so I was expecting you not to want to talk to me this morning." Looking for a more positive avenue of conversation, her attention is drawn towards the source of the loud music. "That was some game last night, huh?" She gestures towards Peyton in the midst of her work-out. "Do you think they actually ... you know?"
Gypsy nervously ventures out the next morning for some breakfast. With her phone clutched in her hand, she's wearing an oversized t-shirt and some loose denim shorts. The loud music coming from the gym tells her who is occupying that space this morning. Noticing Sierra out in the swimming area, she pauses, considers, reconsiders, and then finally pushes out into the sunlight. "Hey," she calls out before noticing the earbuds. In spite of the thousand suggestions Moon offered, Gypsy is unsure how to act after the previous night. She finally settles on taking the chair next to Sierra and quietly munching on her breakfast bar.
Gypsy's eyes are riveted on the contact point between Peyton's lips and Sierra's skin, following that spot and drawing a small sharp breath every time those lips press close. She almost doesn't even notice the finger trailing along her neck until Myth's words penetrate the fog filling her mind. "Stop!" she calls out suddenly and then just as suddenly smashes the pillow against her mouth in embarrassment. She hops up from the couch, tossing the abused cushion to the floor. "I'm sorry. This is just ..." She shoots Sierra a pained look and Sierra can see tears glistening in her eyes. "I'll leave you to do what ... whatever you want to do. Have fun with ... with whatever ... whoever." Without another word, she walks quickly away, leaving her bag and phone on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself.
"That's not what I ..." Gypsy begins when Myth returns with the collected clothing. She claps her hand over mouth and closes her eyes in defeat. Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a dollar bill and drops it in the bowl. Regarding the handcuffs, she points wordlessly at Peyton, before snatching the babydoll out of Myth's hand and vanishing out of the room. Moment's later and she returns wearing the shear material with a pair of blue panties of a slightly different hue underneath them. She drops back onto the couch and pulls the pillow to her chest covering her blushing skin.
That was obviously not the response that Gypsy expected and she stumbles for a moment. "Oh, uh ... " she mutters, her eyes jumping from Peyto, to Sierra, and then back to Myth. "Since it's a dare and some are almost bare, I challenge you here and now, to find the girls alternate clothes, no matter whose, no matter how." She then sits a little higher, proud of her rhyme.
Gypsy sighs in relief, but is that a tiny trace of disappointment in her eyes? "I accept your challenge to rhyme. This is the place and this is the time," she says with a grin, lowering the pillow. "Myth, you've demonstrated that you can be a lady, fair. So answer me this, Truth or Dare?"
Gypsy gasps as Sierra sheds her shorts, pulling the pillow in her lap up to cover the lower half of her face. "...." she mumbles in reply. Seeing the looks of confusion on the others faces, she clears her throat. "Dare," she whispers a little louder, still hiding behind the pillow.
"Have you ... have you ever had an intimate emotional connection with someone and would you do it again?" Gypsy asks, pulling the pillow tighter against herself.
With one of her long socks tied over her eyes, Gypsy is quite hesitant to place her hands where Peyton shifts them. Her relief is evident when it turns out that she puts them exactly where they were intended. Her movements are awkward at first, unsure as to how hard to press or how fast to move. The feedback of skin-on-skin contact quickly overcovers her reticence, though, and soon her hands are roaming over the exposed flesh. The skin beneath her hands is warm and creates a matching warmth in her ... Hearing a snort of laughter from one of the other girls, Gypsy pulls her hands back abruptly and snatches the blindfold off her face. Quickly returning to her place on the couch, she pulls the pillow into her lap and avoids the other girls' eyes. "Uh, Peyton ... Truth or Dare?" she asks, still keeping her eyes down.
Gypsy swallows. "Dare," she replies in a tiny peep.
"Our sun? Gypsy can't help but question before clapping a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, not my turn," she mumbles.
"Ummm ..." Gypsy contemplates from behind the pillow. "I dare you to only speak in rhymes for the rest of the game," she says finally. She drops the pillow, looking slightly concerned. "Or is that too hard?"
The girl's eyes widen and she grabs a pillow from the couch to hide her face behind. "Uh .... an eight?" she declares in a muffled voice. "Sierra, truth or dare?" she asks, still hiding behind the pillow.
"I didn't know you could do that," Gypsy whispers in a small voice, still flummoxed by the kiss. The fact that she's been asked a question takes a moment longer to sink in. "Hunh? What?" She shakes her head as if to clear it and then looks around, realizing that her phone isn't in her hands any more. Retrieving it from the floor, she tries to compose herself. Unfortunately, all she can think about is Myth's kiss. "Uh, truth?" she finally replies.
At the moment the three girls realize that Myth is no longer a man, there's a dull thud as Gypsy's phone drops from her hand to land on the floor, forgotten. Her mouth drops open and stays that way as Myth presses against her. As Myth's movements continue, Gypsy's breathing accelerates, her freckled skin grows flush and her hands grasp at the couch cushions with whitened knuckles. Her eyes move across the curved form that presses so close, yet is so out of reach. A nervous tongue darts out to wet lips dried by ragged breathing. Her muscles are tense, but frozen as Myth continues her sensual movements.
Gypsy blushes and mutters to herself as she taps away at the device. "That one's certainly not going on YouTube."
"What?" Gypsy replies. "She's got a lot of fans on her channel and you can't see anything important at this distance."
Gypsy follows as Peyton races outside, her phone at the ready to record the wince-inducing dive into the water. As the girl is wrapping herself in a towel, Gypsy nods her head in satisfaction. "You've already got six views and 5 Likes," she says as they walk back inside.
Gypsy seems surprised at Myth's 'Truth' question. "Oh, are we not ... ?" she begins, but then makes a show of buttoning her lips and relief is evident on her face.
Gypsy waves her hand dismissively. "That was just a simple blessing on whatever money is placed in there. 'Go forth and do good', that sort of thing."
Gypsy looks from Peyton to Sierra and seems to consider for a moment. "Um ... ok," she says finally. "One moment." She dashes out of the room and is gone for a good five minutes. Upon returning, she is carrying a carved wooden bowl and her shoulder bag. The bag she drops on the couch where she was sitting. The bowl she places in the middle of the small round table between the seats. Circling her hand over it and muttering a few arcane words, the bowl is illuminated for just a moment with a golden glow. Gypsy nods in satisfaction and takes her seat again. "None of the dares can be illegal, ok?" she declares with an eye on Peyton. "Who's first?"
Gypsy fumbles her phone as the stakes are immediately raised to such a high level. "Uh, I ... uh ... I've got some stuff I'm currently researching," she stammers. "So I'll have to pass on the game. Have fun." Rising from the couch, she moves to head back to her private quarters.
Gypsy, who's sitting on the nearby large sectional couch, scrolling through her phone, looks up at Sierra's suggestion. "Uh, is that really a good idea?" she asks, twirling a wet strand of hair around one finger nervously. "I mean, Myth doesn't really understand a lot of our social mores, so he could end up doing something really embarrassing."
Gypsy considers Sierra's question and while she does, her finger continues to trace symbols on the back of the girl's arm. "I'll have to do some research, but I'm sure there would be a way to test it out in advance," she says finally. "In fact, I think I have a tome that talks about spells like that." She rises up from the water, the fire of curiosity spurring her onward. "I'm going to see what I can find." And with that, she's gone.
"Like ... what?" Gypsy questions with a curious tilt of her head, but then the light comes on. "Oh. Oh. Like ... that." The girl's face turns crimson, but she pushes through with her thoughts. "Well then forget I mentioned your bubbe at all. Bubbes and ... and that ... shouldn't be mentioned in the same conversation." She considers things for a moment before continuing. "I know that there are spells that ... enhance ... those sorts of feelings, so I'm sure that with a little tinkering, I could reverse the effects so that it would nullify those sensations." She nods and gazes off. Distracted by the presented problem, she unconsciously traces a finger from the back of Sierra's hand down her forearm as if drawing glyphs in her mind. The nervousness generated by the amount of Sierra's skin in contact with hers has vanished entirely. "Yes, I'm certain it could be done," she says finally.
"Hmmm... " Gypsy 'hmmms' and is thoughtful for a moment. "Was that in a 'really good' like a hug from your bubbe? Or 'really good, but I'm so going to regret it in the morning' kinda way? I ask because it could indicate how the pleasure sensation is created and the best way to defend against it."
As her comforting arm slips around Sierra's shoulders and pulls in her closer, Sierra can feel the girl trembling slightly. "I bet that was terrifying," she says. "You were alone then, though, and now you're not. That's what friends are for - we watch each others backs. But not in a creepy 'looking at your butt' kind of way. Nope."
"I can imagine. Without lots of sunblock, you're leaving yourself open to the granddaddy of all sunburns," Gypsy replies with a chuckle. Her voice grows more somber. "Good skincare probably isn't what you're referring to, though, is it?" She reaches out and cautiously places her hand on the back of Sierra's. "If it's something you want to talk about, I've always been told that I'm a really good listener."
Joining Sierra in the hot tub, Gypsy also scoots down in the warm water up to her neck. She seems to debate things for a moment or two before sliding around closer to her friend. "You don't think they going to ... you know ... here, do you?" she asks, her eyes seemingly locked onto Peyton and Myth on the artificial beach. "I mean we do have rooms for that sort of thing."
"I'm going to try out the water," Gypsy says, setting aside her hat and glasses and moving towards the water's edge. She doesn't look back before diving into the warm water.
Gypsy takes a furtive look at Sierra and Peyton's swimwear and then looks down at her own. "Or you could ..." she shakes her head, but doesn't finish.
Gypsy looks over the top of her sunglasses at Myth. "We're swimming. When one is swimming, it's acceptable to expose more skin to the sun as long one keeps one's ... private ... areas covered," she explains. Just in case that's not clear to the alien, she continues, "In the case of men, that means keeping your buttocks and ... groin area ... covered."
After enough time to explore her own quarters, Gypsy eventually appears at the pool. Unlike the other ladies, her suit is a one-piece and even has sleeves. Along with a large floppy hat, big sunglasses and her own bag of pool supplies, she takes a lounge chair next to Sierra. "Has anyone seen ..." she questions and after looking around as if there's someone that might overhear, continues, "Myth?"
With a backpack slung over her shoulder (filled with books by the apparent weight of it) and a large suitcase rolling along behind her obediently like a timid puppy, Gypsy gazes around the complex with wide eyes. "This is amazing! Do we get to pick our rooms or are they assigned to us? Is there a list of rules posted in the rooms or can we find them online? I have so many questions."
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