you lied to me before.

[shitglasses]

TRUTH MEME

Sometimes, you have to tell the truth. No, I mean, you have to. Maybe it's magic, or a promise, or nanobots; who knows. But you have to tell the truth, and everyone knows it. Of course, do half-tuths count? What about lying by omission? That's up to you, and how far you want this curse, this ailment, to go. The only thing that can't be escaped is the truth, whatever form that truth takes.

What happens next?

You decide.

• Post your character to the meme.
• They have to tell the truth when they're asked questions.
• What others ask is up to them. Nothing is off limits.
• Your character has to answer... eventually.
• Tag around and ask other characters questions!

Comments

[gruffs]

[ He considers this, wonders if he should tell the story. It's a true one, not as extravagant as his bullshit stories but... still. Did end with a stabbing. ]

So, in college, right? Folklore major. Film minor. Don't tell anyone. But I was in college and me and a few buddies went to this... I can't shit you. It was a indie film festival. Art deco shit. Super pretentious. Anyway, after one of the screenings, I went to go take a piss and as I was in the bathroom, I heard some weird ass noises and I go to take a look and -- there's this guy. One of the directors for one of the shitty films and he's standing with his lead actress of his turd movie and just. He was being an utter ass to her. Groping her, touching her, etc. Treating her like dirt.

It was gross, is what I'm saying. And she looked super uncomfortable so I go and get in there and call him out and let's just say it sort of uh, spiraled? Out of control? He got aggressive, I pulled out Mary just to scare him a bit but then he lunged and I kind of just, stabbed him. By accident. None of us expected it. Then I started crying, which is the most embarrassing part of that story and probably the only reason I didn't end up in jail.

[ A shake of his head. A sip of whiskey. He looks a little rueful and it's obvious why at the last bit because -- ]

Anyway, long story short. That's how I met my wife.

[toblame]

[ She knows when he's full of shit. Which is most of the time, especially when he gets to telling stories. He's got a knack for it. Maybe film school would have suited him.

This? Isn't one of those stories. ]

My. I don't think I've ever been party to something so chivalrous.

[gruffs]

[ a shake of his head here and he looks to the sky as if they're going to open and give him some support. good grief. ]

It wasn't that chivalrous. She called me an idiot and threatened a restraining order against us both. Ended up taking the same library work study position a few weeks later so we kind of had to talk to each other and it went from there. We were cool back then.

[toblame]

Well, going over the laundry list of stupid choices, I don't think that's the one to beat yourself up over.

[ She says it fondly, looks deeply approving. Stabbing some fucker giving a girl a hard time? Good on you. ]

[gruffs]

[ he pauses and considers it. he supposes she's right, that was a pretty good experience overall -- even if their relationship didn't end... great. death doesn't really make for a good break up conversation. ]

It worked out for me in the end, I guess? We loved each other for a while before we stopped. And I would never give up Val for anything.

[ if only she was here to hear it ]

[toblame]

[ Alright, no getting maudlin on her. She promptly reaches to set another shot down in front of him. ]

You're going squishy on me. Here. Drink that and think of a fun route to walk home tonight, alright?

I feel an itch in my rock-throwing arm.

[gruffs]

[ and he is, very automatically, going to knock back that shot. a sigh of contentment after and he hums. ]

We should write 666 on a rock and throw it in a church window.

[ it would be. the funniest thing that has ever happened in maple bay. he's sure of it. he is also maybe not sober. ]

[toblame]

[ One hand absently pats his back. ]

That's the spirit.

[ He deserves to be able to take all of that out on something. Someone. And they both have their point of focus, don't they? The source of shared anger and bitterness.

Why shouldn't he get to hit back? ]