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]

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.

[endof_theline]

Val, if my files are a part of it, I want to know. I'm already getting enough shit from the Wakandans as it is.

I'm not bringing her into this.

[ciadirector]

My Wakanda expert pulled every related subject when we were looking into an incident with a CIA research ship. There's some new loose ends, and that's all I can tell you.

I can get you a copy of personal files only if you make a deal with me.
[ Oh he was going to kill her for saying that. ]

Fine, I dare you to text John a few lines of your favorite poem.

[endof_theline]

Your Wakanda expert. Is it Ross?

[ He's definitely gonna kill her for that. And by kill, he means glaring uncomfortably. ]

What kind of deal?

What if I don't have a favorite poem?

[ciadirector]

Yeah, it's Ross, and the deal is that you have to leave him alone about it.

[ Not exactly what she had in mind at first, but she's going to cover her bases here. That's a dangerous line of questioning for Barnes to pursue for when Everett recovers from his little skrull venture and goes back to working. ]

I thought you were a romantic? Pick a random one from the internet.

[endof_theline]

So I leave him along and you give me a copy of my file. Nothing redacted. I can do that.

[It'll have to be good enough for now.]

I don't know who told you I'm a romantic, but fine. I'll text her a poem.

[ciadirector]

Yup. He's still in the hospital, so I don't want to stress him out with you randomly showing up there one day.

[ Not that she cares or anything... ]

I'll email you the files when they're ready. I can't wait to see that reaction.