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Date: May 30, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public! Come and arrive, we're playing.
Summary: Truth or Dare?
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Location: Bar
Status: Public! Come and arrive, we're playing.
Summary: Truth or Dare?
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"Get up on that table and strip for the ladies," he said.
"This isn't going to be precisely what you'll expect to see," Murdoc cautioned as he slowly got up from this chair.
"Trying to get out of it?" Atlan asked, one eyebrow raised.
"That'd be against the rules, now, wouldn't it?" Murdoc said as he slipped out of his shoes and socks before climbing on the table.
At least Kirby knew what she was going to get to see now... He hoped the girl Rose wouldn't be too shocked at the sight.
He turned around once, then started unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, letting the sleeves slide back to his elbows before unbuttoning the shirt down the front.
He studiously avoided looking at anyone as he shed the shirt. The left side of his torso and parts of his left arm were covered in old burn scars. His right shoulder sported an old gunshot scar, and both arms bore the telltale marks of bones surgically set and pieced together with steel. More scars of a similar kind ran down along his spine, complemented by those left by luckily successful attempts at repairing internal damage done by some misfortune or other.
His jeans fell, revealing more scarring down his left hip and thigh, marks that raised questions about how he was walking evenly - let alone engaging in unarmed combat - criss-crossing the other leg.
Turning once, keeping his eyes fixed above everyone's heads, he asked: "Good enough?"
"Good enough," Atlan agreed. He would have liked to ask what in all the world had happened to that man, but he assumed that would have to wait for another round and a "truth".
Murdoc spun the bottle wordlessly after getting properly dressed again.
IT pointed at Rose.
It took Rose a moment to notice that Mr. Murdoc had spun the bottle and that it pointed right at her now, so distracted had she been by Raphael's scent and behaviour.
She eyed the bottle for a moment like it was a dangerous thing and then told Mr Murdoc
"Dare."
Truth was just too dangerous...
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"Go and kiss..." he started, looking around the table, then settling on the oldest man present. "Joe."
Rose looked confusedly at Mr. Murdoc. Why did he want her to kiss Mr. Dawson? She knew of course what kissing was thanks to having gone to school and having listened to her classmates. But that didn't mean she understood.
Well, a game was a game, she guessed. So she shrugged, got up and walked over to Mr. Dawson. Rose gave him a quick peck on the lips and then straightened up again, thinking of several things that would taste much better on her lips. A frehsly killed rabbit. Or maybe a nice twitching rat. Or even a juicy, wet frog fresh from the pond...
She shot Mr Murdoc a questioning look, wanting to know if she had fulfilled the dare now and could go back to her seat.
"Okay," Murdoc grinned. "Your turn with the bottle now!"
Good, dare completed. Rose spun the bottle enthusiastically. She had absolutely no idea what she could ask one of the others or make them do, but she had agreed to try out this game so try it out she would.
The bottle spun and spun before it finally slowed down and pointed straight at... Mr. Dawson. Rose hoped he hadn't minded the kiss too much and smiled at him.
"Truth or dare, Mr. Dawson?"
"Truth."
Dare, he thought, was a bit too risky. Who knew what she'd set as a task for him.
Rose didn't have to think about a question for long. She was curious by nature after all.
"What happened to your legs?"
"Got torn off when I stepped on a landmine in Vietnam, back when I was nineteen," Joe explained matter-of-factly. "How much detail do you want?"
Well, 'as much detail as you're willing to give' would most probably be inpolite in human society, as much as it was the truth. Her brain was already whirling with questions like why did he go to Vietnam, can't one avoid landmines and how could a landmine rip off his legs but leave him alive?
Rose reigned in her curiosity and contented herself with
"I'm glad you survived such an injury, Mr. Dawson. Your turn, I think."
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He spun the bottle, which ended up pointing at Loki.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Why, Dare!" Loki said.
Truth was boring.
"Show us your least-liked gymnastics exercise," Joe said.
"Don't have one," Loki said, truthfully. "I never tried gymnastics."
"Okay," Joe said, considering for a moment and looking around at the people present, trying to decide who was most likely to be familiar with some unpleasant exercises. "Then show use Rose's most unliked one. Rose? Could you give instructions?"
Rose looked from Mr. Dawson to Loki and back. Why her least liked gymnastics exercise? She didn't exactly have one, being more flexible than humans. Then she thought back to school and told Loki
"Then do a handstand please"
because she had never gotten the use of that particular exercise. Who in their right mind wanted to stand on their hands??
"You heard the lady," Joe said. "Go ahead."
"How boring," Loki said as he stepped away from the table and obliged.
Upside-down, he continued: "Couldn't you at least have made it a BIT more difficult? Like, 'stand on your head in the shape of a fly' or 'strip while standing on your head', or something like that?"
"Yes," Joe commented. "I can see this is too easy for you. Well, I'll do better next time. Your turn on the bottle."
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It twirled for a while, then stopped pointing at Jan.
"What's it to be?" Loki asked, "Truth or dare?"
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"Tell us all about your first kiss," he said. He'd wanted to make it "first time", but he feared the man might be a virgin and get off easily by simply stating he had not had one yet.
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For a moment he considered claiming that he couldn't remember the fist time someone had kissed him and that it had probably been his mother, but he doubted that they'd let him get get away with it and after all the girl was long dead and nobody here knew her.
"My first kiss was with a farm girl of about fourteen or fifteen," he admitted. "I was ap... assistant to a ... rather scary looking doctor at the time and she brought in her little brother with a broken leg. The bone needed setting and the moment the little boy caught sight of the doctor he started to scream as if he were being murdered."
"The sister couldn't bare to watch it. She turned away crying and I put my arm around her - feeling rather brotherly myself at first - and tried to console her and promised that all would be well." He hesitated.
"Well, when I told her that it was done and the child stopped screaming, she just ... turned in my arm and kissed me straight on the lips."
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To Jan he said: "Your turn with the bottle."
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Jan gave Loki one last glare and sun the bottle. It pointed at ... Raphael. Just what he needed, another lunatic!
"Truth or dare?" he asked trying to think of appropriate questions or dares for people who ran around with little pink wings flapping on their backs.
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"Dare!" he smiled.
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"Hop once around the room like a bunny," he decided spontaneously remembering the man's pet. That should be harmless enough for a healthy young man and it would definitely look funny with the little pink wings flopping along.
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Raphael moved to the center of the room, put both hands in front of him like a pair of paws and hopped about. "How long?" He asked.
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"Once around the room - slowly if you like, don't exhaust yourself." The man didn't look that strong and he might receive another task anytime in this game.
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