TRUTH OR DARE

[cactusy]

1) Post your characters, one per comment.
2) Comment around ICly asking other characters "truth or dare?"
3) Truth is self-explanatory; dares should involve tagging out to another character's top level somehow ("Insult someone you find terrifying", "Tell someone you think is hot one thing you find sexy about them", "Strike up a conversation using the most awkward non-sequitur you can come up with", etc.)

Comments

[cactusy]

[The question actually seems reasonable enough to Shaw, and she takes a step forward to examine him more closely - studying not just his hand, but his facial expression too. She pauses, too, before answering - making sure she can gather her thoughts in Spanish, mentally searching for any words she can't remember off the top of her head. She's pretty fluent, but all the same, it doesn't come quite as naturally to her as English does.]

It could be a lot of things. Stress, anxiety, fear. Frustration. Exhaustion. My guess? A combination of a couple of those things. Even if nothing scared you at home, this is... beyond what any of us have ever experienced before.

[She shrugs.]

The change makes sense.

[salamanca]

[ It calms him down somewhat that she treats his question as reasonable, and that she's willing to speak to him in Spanish. Even before the island, he's never been one to judge a non-native speaker on their fluency. He appreciates it when anyone tries.

He smiles a little. ]

Your Spanish is very good.

[ Calmer now, but he still shakes his head. ]

No, no. You don't understand. It doesn't make sense for me. If you knew me before here, you would understand. It's — you are who you are. I was who I was. Who I am now... I don't feel like the same person anymore.

[ And there it is again. Another new feeling: deep sadness at what he has lost. ]

[cactusy]

Is any other part of your life like it was before?

[salamanca]

You believe you would always be the same no matter what changed or what your life was like. Yes? Because you know yourself. You are who you are. I believe you.

Please grant me the same courtesy of believing that I know myself the same way. What has happened to me... it's not because my life has changed. This can't be explained by changing circumstances, or my life being different. It's something else. It's like I am possessed by a demon.

[cactusy]

[For the first time, Shaw breaks eye contact, her gaze flicking away as he inadvertently calls her out on-- not a lie, exactly, but an oversimplification.]

It wasn't true for me. Not really. I don't have any more emotions than I used to, but I'm-- I'm not exactly the same now as I was before a group of assholes dedicated eleven months to divorcing me from my sense of reality. But okay. Fine. I believe you.

[She pauses - and then her gaze jerks back up to him, her eyes widening a little.]

Oh, hell. Are you in love with Cohle?

[salamanca]

[ His head tilts as she breaks eye contact. ]

The people who made you think this is a simulation? Why did they do that?

[ When she jerks her gaze back up at him, he smiles a little for the first time in a while. ]

You have to ask me "truth or dare" first. That's how this works, eh?

[ Forget that it's her turn. They can circle back to her later. ]

[cactusy]

Truth or dare, Salamanca.

[She'll answer his first question after he picks.]

[salamanca]

Truth.

[cactusy]

[And there it is.]

Are you in love with Rust Cohle?

[salamanca]

Sí.

[ That's perhaps not quite true; hard to be IN LOVE with someone you've only known for two weeks, after all. But Lalo isn't lying. He believes it to be true, anyway. And he does genuinely feel something. ]

Truth or dare?

[cactusy]

La verdad, por favor.

[salamanca]

[ He is pleased, hearing Spanish. ]

Decirme about your ideal self, in ten words or less.

[cactusy]

[She pauses. Thinks. Counts off the words in her head on her fingers, and-- okay, good, that's ten.]

Exactly the same, but capable of real love and grief.