Truthplot or Dare [Dated to June 10/11]

[noonelaughed]

It's a fuckin' brilliant idea, it is.

It's not as if Chris has been planning it for long at all; it's just an idea he's come up with. Of course, the last time he went camping with his mates, Michelle's sister's car had ended up in the sea and Maxxie's stalker had shown up and had been shagging Anwar. Mostly, Chris had just been happy someone had

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[lucked]

Jessica Drew is a unique one. Make no mistake about that. Granted, all that I really know of her is what I see during class- we share a lot of them, and weirdly enough only the ones that Peter teaches, which makes me wonder if there's something else going on there- but she's got a lot of traits that remind me of Zach, weirdly enough. Seems confident. Confident in her geekiness, actually, and I admire her for being able to embrace that in full. God only knows I'm enough of a dork, but that half of the time, I try to hide it. Not nearly as brave, me.

All in all, I'm glad to finally have an opportunity to talk to her, and one that doesn't require being all weird and asking her up-front whether or not she's got a crush on our math teacher. Those marshmallows, too? Are pretty impressive.

"Hey, hey, hey," I protest, wrinkling my nose, before highlighting my normally light accent. "Watch what region you attach me to, Drew. Notice my lovely and classic Southern twang- total Texas girl at heart. But alright, think you can take me on? Hit me with your best shot."

[notaparker]

"Hey, maybe you took your Truth or Dare champion routine on the road, I don't know," I protest, putting my hands to my chest and then holding them up to the sides, palms out, to express the limits of my knowledge. "All right, then, Tex: Pick your poison."

[lucked]

I tilt my head in concession. "Fair, fair," I nod, laughing lightly. Biting my lower lip, I weigh for a moment the likelihood of Jessica giving me a dare that goes too far for my taste- problem is, though, after challenging everyone in the way I did, backing down for truth seems like it'd be the ultimate level of lame. So I grin and nod solidly. "Let's go with dare, this time."

And if I'm nervous, I'm hoping that grabbing another marshmallow hides it.

[notaparker]

"Leeet's see," I say, tapping my marshmallow stick -- as in, a stick that holds one, not a stick made of it, because managing actual shapes with them was beyond me -- against my mouth. "A dare for Claire. A Claire-dare."

What's traditional? Embarrassing, but not too much. Man, this is tricky. It's not a game I've played a great deal of, honestly. Was never really in the crowd that did. I never minded -- I had other interests, and still do -- but it would have come in handy right now.

Oh, geekiness. There's my option, that's how I spin it to being me-flavored.

"Ooh, okay, I've got it. From here on in, every time you say something, you add 'in accordance with the prophecy' on the end. Everything. That's the dare."

There's a chance it will entertain only me, but screw 'em, it's my dare, and I think it's hilarious.

[lucked]

Nerd humor. I can dig that. Sure, maybe it'll make me sound like some kind of ridiculous, religious fanatic, or like a girl who actually plays, I don't know, Dungeons and Dragons or whatever sorts of games involve prophecies, but this is the kind of dare that's actually kind of cool, in its own way. I just hope that I can remember the phrase every time- I've never been that good at Mao.

"Every time I say something, I'll let you know what's in accordance with the prophecy," I repeat with a smile and a shake of my head. "...in accordance with the prophecy."

Leaning forward and laying on my stomach, I quirk a grin over at her. "Does that mean I get to ask you truth or dare, in accordance with the prophecy?"

[notaparker]

"Yesss," I say, ducking my head, clapping my hands and kicking my heels up with delight. As a response to the fact of her acting in accordance with my awesome dare, rather than directly to her question. "Um, yes, I mean," I say. "I believe it does. Okay, dare."

Which is risky, since last time I said that I ended up in the state I'm now in, which is to say, in my skivvies, but I think I'm in safer hands, here.

Possibly poor choice of words, considering, again, in my skivvies. Not that they're crazy revealing, but still, you know.

[lucked]

I'm not exactly anticipating such an enthusiastic reaction, but I'm definitely not one to complain. The whole point of this outing is to kick back, have some fun, get to know some people (though hopefully not in the Biblical sense until everyone's dispersed and in their own corners of the jungle), and this is probably the most fun I've seen Jessica have. I think my dad would approve of her a whole lot more than Jackie, let's say that much.

Pursing my lips in thought, my eyes scan over the crowd.

"Okay," I nod with a wicked grin. "Choose the person who you think would be embarrassed most, and go Rickroll them. Song, dance, everything, in accordance with the prophecy."

[notaparker]

I clap a couple of times again, because I can't help myself, I adore this part. The prophecy part. The dare itself is very slightly troubling.

"Oh, the Midwest never knew what hit it when you rolled into town for the competition," I say.

Fighting a guy with a deathray? Fine. Sitting around in a sports bra and boyshorts? Fine. Performing of any description?

Less so.

"Oh, man," I say, scanning the group for options. Only one jumps out at me. "Okay. Okay." I grab the nearest cup of wine and knock back a not very large amount that nonetheless makes me cough, because, well, I need it, and stand up. " Here goes."