002; elevator of forced honesty

[memefox]

elevator of forced honesty

» POST: a top level for your character(s) » RESPOND: to other characters ICly. your characters are now trapped in an elevator together. » UH OH: neither character can lie. » ADDITIONAL, OPTIONAL COMPLICATIONS: at player discretion characters may also... a. be unable to remain silent when asked questions b. be unable to speak around the truth when answering c. be compelled to reveal truths/secrets unprompted THE POWER OF THE ELEVATOR COMPELS YOU.

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[chumpelstiltskin]

You know what's really fucking disgusting? I'm kind of jealous.

[bottombitch]

Heeeh?

[ Aoba can't believe this. But also? Isn't too surprised. In any case, he just kind of assumed everyone grilled their orientation team like he did. Obviously this isn't the case. ]

Did you sleep through orientation or something?

[scholiast]

(She can't imagine such a rule.)

If you've seen– everything, and from such a large scale, how do you ever take anything like this seriously? Do disagreements seem petty to you?

[dothelokimotion]

[ His lips twitch minutely. ]

My father's rule may be long and vast, but my world is small. I take nothing for granted anymore.

[umbrastaff]

Because you would have stopped me.

[winscenario]

Anything can serve as a 'type'. Just about any physical or personality trait, or even something they're good at. So a person's type can be something as simple as 'funny', or something like 'brooding musician with dirt blond hair, an old car and a collection of worn and torn up jeans'. Or you can slot people into stereotypes and go with 'jock', 'nerd' and so on. That's sort of dated where I come from, though.

[scholiast]

(This is a truthful assumption, but Lucretia still looks exasperated.)

You're Lup Taaco. Nobody can stop you once you've started.

[umbrastaff]

[Like with the relics?]

You... I didn't want to upset you, either.

[bottombitch]

I feel sorry for your teachers.

What about here?

[dothelokimotion]

[ How . . . bizarre. But Loki supposes that Asgard had their own stereotypes. And they were certainly a lot more demanding than . . . what was attractive. ]

Our types range towards the species. Troll, elf, monster and the like. Asgardians do not differ much among each other.

[winscenario]

Yeah, you and your brother are two of a kind. It's almost impossible to tell you apart.

[ That's sarcasm so technically he's still respecting the laws of the elevator of truth. ]

[bottombitch]

Heeh? [ People died? And Dave just said it so casually, like describing the story of a video game or something. Aoba stares back. ]

I... kind of do and don't at the same time. Going back home doesn't mean I'll see all the people I miss, and I'll just end up leaving the new friends I've made here behind.

[ Aoba rubs his arm, shifting uncomfortably. ]

...I guess I'm kind of on the fence about it.

[dothelokimotion]

He is not my brother. And I am not Asgardian. Merely a monster dressed in their finery.

[spellslots]

[Carefully, he reaches out to tap his fingers lightly against Loki's knuckles, an unspoken suggestion to untense.]

I don't think it works that way, you know? It sucks that you're hurting, but this- the way that you are, that's who I'm friends with.

[His voice is gentle, the same soft tone he used when Magnus was deciding whether to give up his quest for revenge, when Lup was hurting over the destruction the relics caused. Taako has it in him to be kind, with the people he cares about.]

[smokedout]

Scars don't need an explanation to tell stories if you're smart enough to think them through.

[He leans against the back wall of the elevator, shrugging lightly.]

Facial scars are for betraying someone more powerful than you. Scars on your back are for breaking rules. Scars on your hands are for being careless. Scars on your legs are for taking stupid risks.

[He looks him over with a calculating expression.]

Which checks out, since everything about you says stupid risks, yeah?

[franciscoramon]

Alas.

[ Cisco sighs melodramatically at the wasted opportunity. ]

Well, I asked you something deep and personal, only fair you should ask me something back, now.

[winscenario]

What?

[ Okay, now he's confused. ]

Hold on, didn't you come from Asgard? And he says you're his brother, so how come you're saying that?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki snorts delicately. ]

Thor says it because he believes it. He will cling to that one truth even as the world collapses. But it does not change the truth. I was a spoil of war, from another realm. I have no claim to Asgard save my childhood.

[winscenario]

Being from another world doesn't make you a monster. It's what you do that determines that.

[ Of course, if Jim only knew. ]

Didn't you grow up together? Play together, help and care for each other? That's a brother in my books. Doesn't matter where you came from.

[scholiast]

(Perhaps.)

I know, but. I really wish you'd told me.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shoots him a flat look. ]

You do not know what kind of world it is.

what a good girlfriend

[dancingmd]

Oh, lots of things - I can't paint or draw and I was never very good in my history classes and you know my Klingon is atrocious.

Also I'm really bad with money.

[dancingmd]

You didn't do anything wrong!

[winscenario]

It's irrelevant. My galaxy has its fair share of hostile worlds but I won't call everyone from the species that inhabit them monsters.

So if you're not an Asgardian, then what are you?

[dothelokimotion]

How enlightened.

[ His tone is bland. ]

I am part Frost Giant. Where the other half hails from, I know not.