There are two kinds of fears, rational and irrational. Being afraid of realtors is an irrational fear.
— Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events
HOW TO PLAY:
Comment with your character. In the body of your top-level, your character is forced to admit their biggest, darkest fear. Maybe they assumed no one was listening, or perhaps this is the work of a magical truth serum. Either way, it's out in the open now.
Other characters can offer comfort, judgement, or probing psychological questions to delve into the root of this.
An especially evil character might look for ways to exploit this newfound information... but you wouldn't do that, would you?
Anything involving images, especially spooky images, should be linked and tagged.
[It's sure as hell not a yes, but it's not a fuck that either, and that's about the best he can manage. Still, he does look thoughtful]
You guys don't do theโ [He makes a motion suggestive of slicing something open with a fingertip drawn down the center of his chest] โthing so much, right?
Not unless you've got a traumatic chest injury, fucking hell.
It's a lot of scans and regenerators mostly. Bones is a surgeon sure, but even I don't go under hardly ever. And I'm usually the one getting my ass beat out there when shit goes sideways. Gotta protect the crew.
no subject
[It's sure as hell not a yes, but it's not a fuck that either, and that's about the best he can manage. Still, he does look thoughtful]
You guys don't do theโ [He makes a motion suggestive of slicing something open with a fingertip drawn down the center of his chest] โthing so much, right?
no subject
It's a lot of scans and regenerators mostly. Bones is a surgeon sure, but even I don't go under hardly ever. And I'm usually the one getting my ass beat out there when shit goes sideways. Gotta protect the crew.
no subject