Give me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

[thelongcon]

The Truth Meme



Whether by spell, curse or chemical, your character is now compelled to speak honestly about everything. There's a little wiggle room: all that matters is that all they say are true.



1) Post with your character, (you know the drill) they're now stuck speaking the truth.

2) Others tag in.

Comments

[riverborntorun]

[She laughs wryly.] Think about what you're suggesting. The Doctor doesn't do love notes or standing outside your window. His idea of a date usually involves running from some carnivorous thing in places like the Bone Meadows.

Maybe I should amend what I said - conventional romance is something I've never been afforded.

[tallymarkedman]

Well, that's unfortunate.

[riverborntorun]

I suppose. But I try not to dwell on it. I've been through worse.

[tallymarkedman]

Have you?

[riverborntorun]

Being kidnapped and brainwashed would certainly fall under the category of 'worse', wouldn't you say?

[Hang on a second, why did she admit that fact so easily? And with such specificity? Normally she shies away from bringing up those facts. Is it simply because it's Rory? No, she's usually better than that...]

[tallymarkedman]

[He frowns, of course. Concern, of course.]

It certainly would.

[riverborntorun]

[She clears her throat.] Yes, well...glad we agree.

...I'm sorry, I really don't know why I brought that up so suddenly. It's not something I normally talk about.

[tallymarkedman]

Is it something that you need to talk about?

[riverborntorun]

I...I honestly don't know. [And that uncertainty? Scares her.]

I've dealt with it. Or thought I did. I had the best hospital care. Therapy and the like.

But that was years ago.

I really shouldn't be putting this burden on you, it's not fair of me.

[tallymarkedman]

It'a hardly a burden. Something to discuss, perhaps.

[While they accumulate more marks.]

Izumo | OC

[swimangry]

[sixthanimorph]

You were a soldier, right? Is fighting demons worse than being in a war?

[1/2]

[acharmingsmile]

[That renders Gilderoy quite speechless. He's only forty-seven!] I-I... I.

[And then he's called soft and weak. Soft as in... pudgy? And WEAK? As in... not buff and heroic at all and-and old?]

[2/2]

[acharmingsmile]

[Ahh, he begins to sniffle. You made Gilderoy Lockhart cry A+ piracy!] Y-you won't tell anyone, will you? PLEASE don't tell anyone!

I..I've lied about my age so often I hardly know if what I think is my age actually is and I thought these robes would hide my, ehm, my extra pounds.

[gadje]

[ Mom's out of the trailer, Godfrey's got alcoholism... clearly it was time to break out the moonshine. There's two glasses and a mason jar full of peach-hazy liquid, coils of what looks like bark and unidentifiable chunks of something fleshy at the bottom. But when Peter unseals the top, just enough that the lid hisses from the release of pressure, there's the sharp scent of spice and something similar to apple. ]

Better get comfy - only place you'll go after a couple shots of this is face to the floor.

[ Pretty bold claim, he knows. Part of him is hoping to goad the other boy into proving him right, if only for the little chuckle it'll provoke before the real consequences. ]

No saying what's down there, either. We don't own a vacuum.

barnaby brooks jr. | tiger and bunny

[bundai]

[hiptothe_demonthing]

As if to say fighting demons isn't a war?

[An arched a brow. A gentle, wry snort.]

They're both pretty fuckin' awful, kid.

[sardonicism]

Every day.

[sardonicism]

Because I was scared. Because we just barely got out of that mess in Harlem alive and I—I didn't want to put you in any more danger.

[trustyclaws]

Little boys shouldn't ask big questions.

[Not that he's so little anymore but that won't stop Freddy from patronizing him. But, to answer his question:]

I'll get off this street and give alllll the little kids a sweet dream. FOREVER.

[dodgeslazers]

Used to, all the time.

[Back in training, back when his work for the government wasn't as voluntary.]

But then the world went to hell, not just the city. I'd probably be one of them, out there, looking for my next meal.

[And so, to turn the tables:]

What about you? Ever wished you took a different turn?

[qute]

Right, if not aeroplanes, certainly not rockets. Perhaps those were particularly ill-suited examples. What I mean is that your skills could have applied to many different sorts of pursuits. As a young boy, was your interest specifically in espionage, or perhaps more along the lines of game or software development? At what point did you decide that-

Goodness, that's probably a lot more questions than allowed.

[qute]

What's it like to kill somebody?

[ she's asked once... twice before, when they first met, but she knows well enough that time can change a man. ]

[plays]

What a shame. You could rock the red-eyed nightmare look.

[homily]

Aw. Say, how'd you get your job?