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"My bed, surrounded by soft blankets and plushies. That's the perfect place for me... Cozy, quiet, safe..."
"Hmm. Speaking of which, do you have any plushies?" They curiously inquired of the next person.

"I do! I have a bunch. Mostly Disney and Nintendo related."

*She would hug her Eeyore and look to the next person.*

"Do you have a favorite number? If so, what is it?"

“I do have a favorite number, and that number is Three.”

Malina straightened the hem of her dress as she thought of a question…

What is your favorite bird?”

"Kookaburra! Because not only are they adorable, but apparently they eat the gumdrops from the old gum tree!"

"How many times is the letter 'R' in the song Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? The whole song, not just the title!" 🤔

(I hope it's already clear but I'll say it just in case, since I've seen some people take these things too personally: the following rude response is entirely IC, not me trying to be a jerk OOC )

"What a ridiculous question..." The boy muttered, rolling his eyes slightly. "I doubt anybody would know the answer to that, and I am certainly not going to figure it out for you. Find out yourself, if you want to know so badly." He huffed out a sigh, then turned to the next person.
"Now then. What is something that few people know about you, despite it not being a secret? As in, you would share the information if asked, but nobody ever asks?"

"Everyone knows, but never really asks, that Scoob and me enjoy the Devil's lettuce, man!"

Shaggy completely forgot to ask his question.

"Like, how do you feel about the current state of our TV entertainment?"

"Human television? I don't really watch it"

Have you been to space

"Not literally, but I've been known to 'space'."

Have you ever gone surfing?

Chiharu shook their head. "N-No, and... I... I don't think I want to. It kinda scares me..."
"Speaking of things that are kinda scary..." They turned to the next person curiously. "What do you think of roller coasters?"

"Personally, I am not a fan. I get the urge for the adrenaline rush, but there are other ways to achieve the dopamine release." He shrugged his shoulders and then turned to the person next to him. "How do you handle moral dilemmas when there is no clear right or wrong answer?"

“Life has never been black and white for me. I’ve always lived somewhere in between. There are different morals and values for land lovers than for pirates. We do what is necessary in the moment.


My question is, besides RPR, where do you spend your time online?”

"Well shiver me timbers! It's a pirate!"

Harley ran up to her and poked her arm.

"Yep, she's real alright!"

She pondered the question and giggled mischievously.

"I don't think ya wanna know where I spend all my time on the internet... Ya probably wouldn't approve. Bats definitely wouldn't..."

It would definitely be something illegal, not perverted, ya pervs!

"How much wood could a wo- Oh... not that kinda question? Hmm... Ooh! I know! If you could be in the last video game ya played, how likely are ya ta survive for one whole year?"

Smiles quietly in thought for a moment before she answered that last question. "Could I survive in the last game I played? Absolutely. There's already a house, built-in storage and more than enough food to gather, grow and cook. The bonus being that food in the game doesn't have an expiration date." A smirk appeared as she pondered what to ask before she spoke again.

"If you had to choose between killing someone you loved to save the many versus saving said love interest and not care if many perished...which would you choose?" Her head tilts slightly, arms crossed while the huntress leaned casually against a fence post.

Serena rolled her eyes, “Love? I don’t think I’m capable of feeling love. But to answer your question…”

She thought for a moment, “I’m a selfish being. While I don’t think I’m capable of love, I’d easily risk the lives of many for whatever person is currently entertaining me.”

She bit her lip, “Now, darlings, I want to know what draws you to a character? Tell us what it is that pulls you in.”

He placed his elbow on the arm of the chair he was relaxing in and propped his chin in his palm. He rolled the idea around in his head, giving it a good study before speaking.

"My unimaginative answer would be the vibe I get from the character as the story begins to unfold. Men are visual creatures and we trust that when the blood flows south that it means attraction. But I try to look beyond that and see if I can visualize a future in the story."

He shrugged, hoping he understood the question correctly and that his answer was sufficient. But it is neither here nor there now.

"Now it's my turn." He fidgeted his fingers a little, running his thumb over one of the bands of his rings. "If today was your last day to exist would you rather spend the day doing the one thing you always wanted to do or spend it with your closest friends or family."

Bella lounged back, one leg crossing over the other as her lips curved in a wicked little smile.

“Easy. I’d spend my last day doing the one thing I’ve always wanted to do.” Her voice dipped lower, velvet-soft. “Why waste it being safe when I could go out with a little scandal?”

She traced the rim of her glass idly, her gaze locking on his. “Besides… if it’s my last day, I won’t have to live with the consequences, right?”

A playful pause. “Speaking of consequences , here’s my question. Would you erase one regret from your past if you could… or are you the type who’d keep every bruise and broken moment because it made you who you are?”

"One regret gone forever, huh?"

With his feet already parted, Cepheus leaned forward in his chair. Whatever he had to gaze upon Bella with, she was only greeted with a metal brand of the star sign Pisces. A gloved hand rested on his thigh while his other forearm rested on his free leg.

"That's a pretty tempting offer ya got there," he said. The 'eye' contact was still direct. "Readin' whatever log of whatever deeds I did in the past don't mean that much to me. The list of scandals I dealt with and been in is so long, it'd prolly start borin' even you. But-"

His forearm was replaced with his elbow on his leg, thus freeing his hand to raise a finger. He wagged it slightly.

"Ya also make a good point about the whole 'erasin' that regret' thing. I mean-" Leather creaked as he reclined now, his hand brushing through his faintly glowing 'hair.' "If y'ain't a Novakid anyway. None of that stuff really matters when ya live thousands a' years. Yer gonna stop regrettin' it because ya don't even know about it anymore. Time'll heal the situation, or whatever the sayin' goes. So, whadda'ya do with the stuff you do remember? The stuff that you know shaped who you are today?

"Ya sayin' I get to pick which thing I can just. . . undo all together, as long as I'm actively hatin' it." For once in his long-winded and irrelevant lecture, he turned his brand anyway. "Not keepin' what I regret prolly means I wouldn't ever meet my crew."

Then, he became quieter. A passing beat.

"Textbook cliche, ain't it? 'I'm keepin' that thing since I wanna be with the folks I eventually meet afterwards. They're my best friends.'" Pointedly, he met her eyes again. "Well, that's exactly why I'd do the opposite."

For his body language, it was said a little bit too casually. He seemed comfortable with this answer, confident even. The same kind of gusto was carried with his question, directed towards the next person.

"So, stranger! Let's say. . . you were some kinda immortal critter or what have you. Tell me; do ya wanna get rid of all a' yer enemies forever, or keep those close to you forever? Whatever you say, I ain't judgin'. Can't promise others won't though."

“Well, you speak a convoluted question… all rife with specifics. I will say that the enemy of my enemy can be my friend, and the reasons for one to be enemies may be seeded in misunderstandings the past, so I will not be rid of them forever. Enemy or friend, each I judge by their individual merits”

Malina picks up her artificial leg and turns it awkwardly as she brushes off something stuck to her shoe.

If you find that a friend you have had for a long time expresses a belief you yourself know to be hurtful and hateful, would you still cal” them ‘friend’?

She leans back as she crosses her ankles and ponders the question at hand. She turns slightly to the youngling in front of her and raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "Wouldn't that be the same as you forcing your beliefs on them and calling it the truth? And if they don't agree with you then they are wrong? How is that a friendship to begin with? Darling, if you can't agree to disagree on things without it hurting ones friendship then you were never friends to begin with. You can't judge someone for believing something different than yourself. A friendship shouldn't be one-sided. Therefore it seems you weren't a friend to this friend either, so no I wouldn't call you friends." She spoke firmly, yet genuinely as she placed her hand in her lap.

"I believe it's my turn. If you could go back in any period in your lifetime and modify that event for the better, without any repercussions. When would you and why?"

“Hmm… I could think of a few moments in my short history that I could do this with. The one I seem to keep returning to in my head would be a decision I made in 8th grade.I agreed to go smoke a joint with Ray Davis at the far end of the football field at lunch when he asked me. But the whole point of going back to modify that one decision I made and decline would be to have a different outcome, hence there would be repercussions rippling to the present. So I’m not sure what the whole point of it would be to do.”

Jennifer looks at her fingernails and takes a deep breath. Looking back up, she asks, “if you could go back in time to a different era, when would it be you choose to go, and why that time?”