tell me the truth

[oneholysock]

TRUTH MEME

you can't hold it in any longer. for some reason, be it a curse or just hit up side your conscious, you're now forced to tell only the truth.

①Post your character.
②Post to other characters.
③Have fun, anything goes.
④Profit.

Comments

[ciadirector]

Ok. [ This is awkward, talking about feelings. ]

What did you do on your long weekend?

[endof_theline]

Ok. [ Very. He doesn't like it either. So it's kind of a tit for tat thing. ]

My long weekend? I went away.

[Duh.]

[ciadirector]

Yeah. [ She just kind of stares, banking on mental osmosis. ]

Oh yeah, that's very descriptive.
Let's start with 'where the hell did you go?' and then escalate from there.

[endof_theline]

Why do I need to tell you where I went?

[ciadirector]

I pay you. Everyone started taking mysterious, random vacations.

[endof_theline]

Whatever anyone else did is not my problem until your full

[ciadirector]

Whatever. I'll ask you a new question.

What do you miss from the 40s?

WTF was I even trying to say there?? Lmao

[endof_theline]

I miss the music.

[And other more important things but he's not opening that up to Val.]

LMAOOO

[ciadirector]

Interesting. I do like Ella Fitzgerald.

Probably right before I passed out 🤣

[endof_theline]

I remember when her first recording came out in 1936.

[ciadirector]

Wow, that's almost older than you.

[endof_theline]

I came out in 1917.

[ciadirector]

Congrats, I guessed already.

[endof_theline]

Guessed when I was born? It's not a secret.

[ciadirector]

[ ...Jesus, he must be really in the closet. ]

Actually, you have two birth years on file, for some reason.

[ She knows the reason. ]

[endof_theline]

[ Maybe he was.... until his weekend getaway. ]

I know. The other one is 1991.

[ciadirector]

[ This has been bisexual bonding gone wrong (not talked about). ]

No one believes you're a millennial.

Dare.

[endof_theline]

[ There's been a lot of that around here lately... ]

I can get away with it. Someone told me I have resting bitch face down to an art.

I dare you to show me all the files you've got on me.

[ciadirector]

You can get away with that just about as much as I can get away with not being a Boomer.

[ She groaned and pulled out her iPad, swiping through a few things to find his name in the CIA database. ]

Here's the whole group. O.X.E. file, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Wakanda files, and what they had on you in Russia.

[endof_theline]

I've gotten away with it plenty of times.

[He takes the iPad from her, looking through some of it. Most of it. At one point his eyes go slightly wide and he stops, glancing at her.]

Send these to me.

[ciadirector]

That's probably just people being nice.

[ She waits for him to read through it all, then takes her iPad back out of his hands when he gives her that weird look. ]

No. They're highly confidential.

[endof_theline]

People aren't generally so nice.

They're my files. Send me the ones on Wakanda, then. At least those.

[ciadirector]

You especially can't have the ones from Wakanda. They're part of an ongoing investigation.

Truth or dare?

[endof_theline]

What the hell are you talking about? Why would my files be a part of that?

Neither.

[ciadirector]

Don't worry about it.

Okay, indecisive. I'll pick for you.
I dare you to text Mel a few lines of your favorite poem.