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[cactusy]

1) Post your characters, one per comment
2) Go around with your characters and have them ask other characters questions-- anything goes!
3) Forced honesty time! Lying is impossible because of reasons
4) ICly discuss the confessions and revelations

Comments

[salamanca]

Fuck, marry, kill: Cohle, Jet, Squalo. Go!

[lonelynotforsaken]

I- what? Jet's the only one I've ever actually seen. I don't know!

Um... M-marry Jet. Have sex with... Squalo. Kill... Cohle? I'm sorry! But he's a police officer and I think he's older, and I don't know!

[salamanca]

[ Dies laughing and claps Martin on the back approvingly. ]

Say no more, say no more! I'll let Detective Cohle know you don't care if his corpse sinks into the ocean...

But Jet, eh? Is it when he saved you? Is that when you fell in love? Or is it the biceps?

[lonelynotforsaken]

That's not what I said. None of that is what I said! I like Cohle more than I like you. Cops are just- I've had some bad experiences with them, okay?

And Jet's- yes, he's attractive, I have eyes. But he's also, like... 10 years younger than me, probably. And I'm in love with Jon. My actual boyfriend.

[salamanca]

[ LAUGHS EVEN HARDER ] Buddy, I'm pretty sure you like the asshole who brought us here better than you like me! That doesn't mean anything. Am I right or am I right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I get it. You love your boyfriend. Your love is written in the stars. Very touching. Very sweet. But in the meantime, he's not here and like you said — you have eyes.

New question! Favorite body part on... I don't know, let's say every guy here. Every adult guy. Not the jailbait.

I do know what you mean, though. About the cops. They're pathetic. Fuck 'em all.

[lonelynotforsaken]

The asshole who brought me here is a group of eldritch entities beyond human comprehension. So, no. You get to be higher on my list of things I like more than that. At least you haven't spent the entirety of human existence tormenting random people to feed yourself.

And it really, really varies what I like about different guys. It's usually not even the way they look. It's their personalities. Eyes are what I notice first, at least. And if they've got a-a sort of, um... broody disposition.

[salamanca]

[ This delights Lalo. He continues laughing, deeply entertained with himself, and reaches out to poke Martin's cheek. ]

"Broody," huh? Oho. So you like bad boys? Is that it? Nice! I didn't think you had it in ya. [ Said very cheerfully. New question! ]

Three weirdest places you two ever had sex. Go. [ He whistles. ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Lalo's hand is being smacked away. No.]

I like... brooding academics. And people who maybe seem like they could use someone to look out for them without being completely helpless.

[God, he's going to die. But no one would ever accuse Jonathan Sims of being a 'bad boy.']

And Jon and I haven't had sex. He doesn't do that.

cw: suicide/ideation...

[aluminumandash]

[ UNDEFEATED ]

Detective. [ Just a factual correction. ] I'd do it myself if I could.

...and if I weren't in the middle of something, back home.

cw: suicide/ideation...

[lonelynotforsaken]

I don't- I don't actually want you dead. That's just the way that game's killed. I'm sorry. You're all right for a detective. But what are you in the middle of? A case?

[aluminumandash]

Don't worry about it. The living are a species of the dead and all that.

[ A hard pause. ] Yeah. Dead woman. Serial killer. We were...close to something.

[lonelynotforsaken]

[What a horrible way to think about that.]

Oh, gosh... that sounds awful. I-I mean, it's good you were close to someone. But... serial killers. J-just in general. It must be hard work.

[aluminumandash]

[ Some of us find it comforting :D ]

Yeah. [ He allows, but there's some hesitance to it. ] I asked to work Homicide. It's probably not what you're thinking, it's a lot of [ —looking at black and white photos of dead bodies after everyone else has gone home— ] legwork, sometimes chasing your own tail. But it's worthwhile.

[lonelynotforsaken]

Legwork with horrible things is still horrible things. That's kind of what I did back home before everything went bad. The archives at the Institute had stories from people who were traumatized by supernatural events and monsters and things. It was my job to research those and try to verify whether they were true or not. Some of the stuff was obviously fake, but some of it... the stuff that wasn't was really bad. Just reading about it gave me nightmares sometimes.

cw: awfulness

[salamanca]

We're all in the middle of shit back home, Detective.

Do it anyway, if you're serious about it.

Re: cw: awfulness

[cactusy]

Dude.

[salamanca]

What?

[cactusy]

Take a wild guess; what do you think?

[aluminumandash]

What're you in the middle of?

[salamanca]

Revenge. [ Doesn't miss a beat. Still chipper. ]

You, Detective?

[aluminumandash]

Nothing that'd interest you, I reckon.

[sharktrash]

Solid choice.

[ who's laughing not him he's trying on his new sex god tiara thanks ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

[He would really like to sink into the Lonely right now and never emerge again.]

You-you just seem too free-spirited for marriage.

[And unstable.]

[sharktrash]

[ understandable. good thing this is a meme or he'd never let you live this down ]

That's one way to put it. [ He's not even offended. ] 'Sides, we've both got other priorities. Wouldn't want to overstep.

[ As if boning other people is less of a boyfriend betrayal than marriage, but maybe he's got a point there. ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

Yeah. That's- yep!

[Thank you for providing an eloquent conclusion to that. He is going to go and hide now.]