truth or dare.

[mllememe]

Truth or dare? is a mostly verbal party game requiring two or more players. Players are given the choice between answering a question truthfully, or performing a "dare", both of which are set by the other players. Players must perform the dare they are given, or answer the question asked, quitting the game to avoid a dare or question is not allowed, or switching the choice with the other.


How to play -

1. Top-level with your character.
2. Others make them choose between truth or dare.
3. Play till you tire.

Comments

[apocalypsegrown]

[ Her feet stop moving even as the music continues, and she’s quiet for a long moment. ]

The worst part is the knowing you can’t do anything to stop it, millions of lives ended over and over. In the worst ways. Just nothing but pain and suffering and terror… and at the same needing it to happen to keep you safe.

[timevariant]

I . . . read about the destruction of Asgard in a report. Just numbers on paper. It didn't feel real. It still doesn't.

[ asgard was meant to be eternal. the forever star. the first of its kind. to know its light just winked out is unfathomable. ]

[apocalypsegrown]

[ Ragnarok. The tempad had held files and records on it but– ]

That is the one ending I could not go. Too risky. [ and too painful. ]

[timevariant]

[ he seems to read between the lines. hard not to. ]

No. I can't imagine it was worth it.

[apocalypsegrown]

[ That acknowledgement puts a knot in her stomach and a burn behind her eyes, not for the first time. She is suddenly acutely aware that they’re just standing there in a mock embrace and her hands drop back to the crux of his elbow. ]

Could you play something a little less…cheery.

[timevariant]

[ he waves his hand and the song shifts to a slower tune. the beat slows. his hands quiver just barely, holding back. ]

[apocalypsegrown]

[ The shift is welcome but at the same time does nothing to make her step back. Instead it just makes that knot tighter. ]

… by your lead.

[timevariant]

[ loki huffs. ]

All right. I've got you.

[apocalypsegrown]

[ Sylvie tries to muster up some snark, after all he was the one who wanted to dance in the first place, but it gets stuck in her throat. Instead she just focuses on the music, the lyrics holding some distant fond memory. Slowly, hesitantly, she finds herself leaning into him until her cheek is resting barely against his shirt. ]

[timevariant]

[ his arms shift to accommodate her, palms pressed against her back. he doesn't say anything. he doesn't need to say anything.

speaking would just shatter the illusion. ]

[apocalypsegrown]

[ The silence for once is welcome, the music and his heartbeat filling that space plenty. She settles against him like a house, bit by bit, and it isn’t until the music ends that she realizes she had closed her eyes. ]

[timevariant]

[ the music slowly tapers off, fading into nothing but he continues to hold her, swaying with the disappearing notes. ]