OOC Memes: When Writer's Block Attacks

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

Wishbone's chocolate made me remember an old meme that had been kind of fun.

Your character has been force-fed a truth potion and tied to a chair. There's no hope for escape, so don't bother trying. Yes, even for you, Bond. I see you working the knots. No, Lezard, you can't turn us all into tribbles.

Both characters and muns can ask questions. The characters have to answer truthfully, but if they're skilled in verbal gymnastics, they can try to talk their way out of answering. Make a post with the names of the characters up for play, and we'll interrogate them suitably.

Comments

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Since we're all having such a wonderful time baring our souls...

What was the most cruel, horrible, and thoroughly unenjoyable thing anyone has ever done to you? Toguro not killing you doesn't count.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

It seems we're not so different, are we Kurama?

Soon after that incident, I tried to kill myself. They found me and...let me reach the edge of death but wouldn't permit me to die. Then they tried to...fix my suicidal tendencies.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Such a pity that they failed.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

You want me to choose life then, Kurama? I'm flattered.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

*Glaring* I don't know why I even bother with you.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

Because I fascinate you.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Like a train wreck.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

Mm, so I do hold your fascination? I'm pleased to learn this isn't such a one-sided relationship after all.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Was it ever? We've been dancing around each other since the day we met. I can hate you and still find you interesting.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

I used to fool myself that it was, Kurama. I didn't want to believe otherwise.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Why? Isn't that what you wanted? Would you rather have me staring back or looking away?

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

In addition to the fear and hate? Yes. At the tournament, a part of me did.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

And if we had met outside the tournament? If we had never been made to fight, what then?

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

I'd have killed you. Slowly. I would have dragged it out for as long as possible, learned all I could about every weakness and insecurity you have, then taken your life while you looked into my eyes...so I could see the life leave yours. So I could hold you while your heart fell silent, so I could feel the heat escape over my skin and...

...but that was not possible at the tournament. I would rather you thought I wasn't worth your time, so I wouldn't be so tempted to devote mine to your perfect demise.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Is it only the weakness and insecurity that attracts you, then? You want nothing else from me but my death?

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

I...it's not only your weakness that attracts me. If that were true, I'd like any pretty face. There have always been other thing I want from you but...your death by my hand...it's more important to me than most anything else.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

But why me? What do I have to offer you aside from basic pleasure? If your ultimate goal is for me to die, even if it brings you pleasure, what's the point? After that, it's over. I'll be just a memory, and then you'll move on to find someone you like more.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

There...is no one I like more. I never planned to move on, from your memory...it would all end before I let that happen.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Then we would die together? History repeats itself....

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

We've died together...once before...?

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

I couldn't have survived and killed you as well.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

I hadn't real-...no. I did think that might be so, but the chance of deceiving myself...

We were dead before we began, weren't we?

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

A part of me still is.

[necrobird.livejournal.com]

And a part of me has yet to die.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

So for now fractured, until there is a way that we each meet our end. *a laugh* How ceaselessly you inconvenience me, you cad.