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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

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[ 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.

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?

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.

[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.

[ 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.

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.