<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Golden Morning Radiance<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>As reactions to Harmony's stipulations went, the retreat of the woman's hand from the recorder stone and miserable expression on her face did not inspire confidence. "I do not understand. I must surrender experiences in order to gain experiences? I have none to give. That is why I came here." She looked from one woman to the other, but avoided Fei's gaze at the last moment. Yes, she had thought to while away the hours in the Sensoriums, and perhaps she was one of those hedonists to be weeded out. The clueless woman was flustered, not just from the puerile near-sexual experiences still fresh in her mind, not just from being sandwiched between two women with a single loosely tied cloth between them, though that was certainly a part of it.<br/><br/>"My name is Golden Morning Radiance," she said, with equal weight to the whole title, not even entertaining the possibility of shortening it to a syllable or three. "I am not sure if I remember pieces of my life, or if I only imagined it based on a description I heard. The one thing I truly remember is awakening before the Judge of the Dead and having my deeds read to me. If I had a worthwhile experience to offer, I would gladly- or if I had a guide, I would fetch these things the Sensate gods crave." Her eyes were pleading, and her fingers clung to the hem of Fei's silk. "Will you instruct me on finding sensations within this city?"<br/><br/>There were voices out in the halls. "...looking for a visitor who may have come this way," came the familiar dulcet of Cuatha Da'nanin. "Five feet high, with straight black hair. She may be dressed in fine silks." She could be heard interviewing Sensates in passing, asking the same questions, providing the same description that bore a certain likeness to Golden Morning Radiance- but then again, it was at least halfway accurate for Fei as well. The door to the shared body heat of Harmony's Sensorium was closed, and so the Factor did not disturb its occupants. With a lockdown in place, she wouldn't need to. It would be a simple matter of tightening the vise, unless the quarry were very crafty. Golden Morning Radiance was anything but.<br/><br/>On a flight of panic, the olive-skinned woman pressed her lips to Harmony's mouth. Maybe it was to silence the law-abiding modron, but she was too timid about it, her hands behind her back and her soft mouth ticklish from the touch. She learned, not from the sensations the recorder stone had already given her, but from Harmony. Her silk-wrapped head tipped to put her mouth vertical across Harmony's, and a shy tongue etched lightly along the slot to lay claim to the modron's mouth from one corner to the other. Her hand went across the recorder stone again, not to activate it, but to tangle with Fei's fingers and Harmony's. It took real fear, fear that thudded in her chest, to exhibit any of the wildness she sought to nurture. "I need more time," she whispered.</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Prisine.jpg)<br/><em>Prisine </em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Prisine<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Guest Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Closed for Ihaana &amp; Bryseis<br/><br/>"Proclaiming the future," Prisine answered to Rysse. The tiefling's fingers at her throat and the hot smoke of the drug against her gills soothed her, though both were implements of destruction. "What the One dreams will come to pass. You know all about the power of thought, don't you? Of course you do- you're a clever woman." There was no longing when Rysse moved to nibble the next body that caught her eye. Prisine was the calm eye of the storm that surrounded this upstart sect of Signers, the rocks against which crashing waves broke. "You exist because you imagine your world. Maybe when you're drugged out of your mind, you've got someone else doing it for you. Point is, the whole multiverse is thought up by something."<br/><br/>The tattooist's needle was cleaned to an oily shine, and Prisine was surveying its next conquest. The glittering jewels of her eyes marveled at the landscape of Ihaana's markings, and the light touch of her fingers followed the roam of her gaze so that she wouldn't lose track. "Most of us have our limits, especially non-Signers. I might think up a little pocket of Sigil, and maybe you and your angel, when you forget. <em>You're welcome." </em>A sprawl of her fingers across Ihaana's skin told that she'd scoped out a place for the brand of Aoskar, a conversation starter to be sure if only one could find it amidst the aasimar's crowded ink. "But the One, he has no limits. Don't listen to them when they tell you he's barmy."<br/><br/>The needle made a tinny clink on the palette as Prisine framed the canvas for the tattooist on Ihaana's flesh. The firm pressure of the water genasi's fingers was a gentleness all around the white-hot sting of the needle's first touch, again close to the bone- the pain was a part of the incentive to remember Aoskar, and steal the forgotten god from the clutches of oblivion. "I've seen into his mind. It's...thought so dense it collapsed in on itself. A pinpoint of light that stretches off to infinity and opens into some vastness we can't comprehend." Her voice followed the perforating stroke of the needle, as though she were narrating its journey. But much like her relationship-apparent to the One, Prisine was only a bystander, interpreting.<br/><br/>The guest quarters sprawled across half a dozen large chambers. Even as this one filled with smoke and sweating bodies, Prisine pressed against her Sensate companions to stand and sashay into the open bath. A conduit to a plane of eternal water cascaded like a crashing, senses-drowning waterfall, and the genasi stepped into the flow. In seconds she would be cleansed, devoid of the marks so many of her sisters and brothers had taken, keenly sober, ready to face the new day. "Sods are going to come to Elloweth for a vulgar show," she said as the water swept her hair down to her knees and brought out the shimmer of miniscule scales amidst her skin. "We're going to give them the very center of the multiverse."</td></tr></tbody></table>