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A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION


YOU MAY KNOW EACH OTHER ALREADY - OR YOU MAY NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU'RE NOW PASSING THE TIME ASKING EACH OTHER QUESTIONS. IT'S A GAME! A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION. YOU START OFF ASKING YOUR OPPONENT A QUESTION OF CHOICE AND IF THEY ANSWER IT, THEY'RE ALLOWED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION IN TURN. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ANSWER THE OTHER PERSON'S QUESTIONS ARE YOU ALLOWED TO ASK QUESTIONS YOURSELF, BUT THERE IS NO EXPECTATION OF TRUTHFULNESS HERE, LIE IF YOU MUST OR WANT, JUST KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING.

How to play -
1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference.
2. If you want, leave a question in the comment field that your character is asking their opponent. Or don't. I'm not the cops.
3. Pick other characters to question and have fun!

Comments

[juniorvarsitycap]

[Yeah, he's just going to blush a nice shade of pink.]

It gets the job done.

[immaterialgirl]

Oh, I'm sure you're quite thorough.

[god that flush is adorable.]

[juniorvarsitycap]

Right. So.

What's your favorite time of day?

[immaterialgirl]

Two am, once most everyone else has settled down.

Hobby you wish you had time for but never had a chance to pick up?

[juniorvarsitycap]

You can bother me at 2am if you want.

Wood working.

What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten?

[immaterialgirl]

Sure that doesn't interfere with your wakeup far too early routine?

... Interesting, I could see that.

Hm. Jello. I don't like how it behaves. What about you?

[juniorvarsitycap]

I'm sure.

It jiggles. Nothing wrong with that. Me? Calamari. Octopus is a bit too out there.

[immaterialgirl]

Guess I can rearrange my schedule.

Food shouldn't jiggle. Feels weird when you swallow it. Like it's wet, but solid, and starts dissolving... [wrinkles her nose.] Ah, never had that. Or snails.

If you could play for any professional football [and she painstakingly pronounces it the American way] team, which would it be?

[juniorvarsitycap]

You don't have to on my account.

Snails are gross, too.

My heart says the Atlanta Flacons, but my mind wants to win something, so the Kansas City Chiefs. Would you watch a game with me sometime?

[immaterialgirl]

No, I just... have a few hours where I can't do much else. That I need to work around.

Don't want anything that slimy coming near my mouth.

Ah, see, you don't think you could whip a losing team into shape with your exceptional leadership skills? [a small grin.] Or are you that much of a fan of Taylor Swift? ... [a pause.] You'd have to explain the rules, but. Sure.

[juniorvarsitycap]

Don't you sleep?

Cross okra off your list.

I'm not a miracle worker. And you've got to admit, she's got something going on there. We got a wall sized TV in the new rec room. Perfect for game night.

[immaterialgirl]

Usually, yeah. But once I'm in, I'm in for the night.

Noted.

[hah, in a way, she thinks he is more than he realizes, managing to coordinate a bunch of antisocial assholes is no small task. or maybe the Falcons are just that bad. or maybe he's making some sort of subtle dig at Sam and Joaquin, who can tell.] Sure you could've been the next Tom Brady. Is it more fun if we cheer for the same team, or opposite ones?

[juniorvarsitycap]

Then why are you wandering around at 2am?

It can be fun either way. Wait, how do you know who Tom Brady is?

[immaterialgirl]

Can't sleep well. [it's so hard to dodge around the questions, given she doesn't want to straight up admit she's recharging in her dumb glass box every night.]

Because he's the most famous football player, right? Everyone hated him but he kept on winning anyway. Pick up on random things while scrolling the headlines. How I first heard about you, too.

[juniorvarsitycap]

Why not? [He's not pressuring her for an answer, he's just curious.]

He's the most famous now, yeah. God, my headline must have been awful.

[immaterialgirl]

Difficult getting comfortable.

Famous enough for me to have heard of him. ... [a small nudge.] I think most headlines are written to be as sensational as possible, to get clicks. A lot of the nuance of the story gets lost.

Wait, whose turn is it?

[juniorvarsitycap]

Too bad.

Great. I was clickbait.

Um, I don't know. Yours maybe?

[immaterialgirl]

Can't really be helped. Special designed bed.

Now we're clickbait together, isn't that something.

Ah. Okay. Do you like any animals?

[juniorvarsitycap]

Maybe I'll be lucky enough to see it one day.

Well, we're what's important to all this.

I like dogs. I'm getting a puppy.

[immaterialgirl]

It's not really... that interesting. Just a cot.

... A puppy? Really? [does that sound more nervous or excited?]

[juniorvarsitycap]

Uh huh.

Yeah. A German Shepherd. Picking him up in a few days.

[immaterialgirl]

... I sleep in a glass box, John. [a bit of a frustrated confession, but the frustration really isn't at him for once.

hey, at least one of the dog breeds she actually knows.] You already have one picked out and everything? Isn't that a bit sudden?

[there's going to be a puppy and she has absolutely no idea what to do about puppies but that's okay because it's his responsibility not hers obviously but what if it doesn't like her and then John won't want to spend as much time with her and...]

[juniorvarsitycap]

Why? [A glass box reminds him of Snow White, dead to the world waiting for her Prince Charming. What? Everyone watched Disney.]

I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Finally found a guy upstate who has a litter for sale, so I’m going to get one. Already have a name picked out and everything.

[immaterialgirl]

Helps maintain my deterioration.

I bet it's real cute, you'll have to send me pictures. What name?

[juniorvarsitycap]

Okay. Makes sense.

[He takes out his phone and pulls up a few pictures of the litter.]

Jasper. You'll meet him soon.