jikan_network | un: meffy | Forward-dated to July 1st

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un: meffy | Forward-dated to July 1st

[There's a video playing. There's no one speaking, but the audio is the sound of small monkeys chittering, as three plump little monkey-like creatures dance in front of the magi-comms camera. While no explanation is given, these creatures are demons known as the three wise monkeys.]

[While characters have they option of closing the video right away, those who watch for more than ten seconds will be affected by their power, forcing them to tell the truth. They may not even be aware that they're being so forthcoming until the effects wear off, and may even spontaneously reveal things that were not asked.]

My, you've all had a hell of a time recently, haven't you. I do hope most of you are on the mend now, yes? So why don't we play a little game?

I think after last month, it would be better for us refugees to get to know one another better!

Oh, that's enough stalling! So why don't you pick, hm?

Truth or Dare?

[ooc: It's a game canon truth or dare meme! Post your top-levels and tag around! Feel free to decide how honest the monkey's power forces them to be, if at all! The effects won't last longer than an hour after they put their magi-comm down.]

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[He told him so easily... did he just not like using it, then? He'll have to ask again later, but--]

[He's still 50% sure Childe will ask him to do something unpleasant, so.]

I'll pick truth again.

[ Everybody gets one

Honestly he's a little disappointed he hadn't chosen dare, but not out of want to drown the man. Still... ]

What's the most extreme thing you've ever ordered someone to do with your pheromones?

[ pls say something involving a fight or a battle or a beatdown or even a murder, pls ]

That depends on how you define extreme.

I've brought an entire room of humans to tears during an interrogation, and forced the culprit to confess. But considering it was to clear an innocent man's name, I don't know if it would qualify by your standards.

[He knows Childe craves violence okay.]

[ listen he's a simple man okay ]

I don't know, that seems fairly impressive in its own right. I don't think I'm near talented enough to bring an entire room of humans to tears, so color me impressed.

I'll go with Truth again, for mine.

[You know what, he's tired of being the only one to answer unpleasant questions so--]

Are you a sadist?

A - a what? A sadist? Why would you even think something like that??

To answer your question, no, but I'm still really curious...

Well, you did seem to enjoy tormenting me in the pool.

[He's going to hold this grudge forever.]

Though perhaps a better question would be to ask whether you're a masochist, given you did ask to experience my pheromones again after knowing what they're like.

Listen, I was only trying to help!

[ He swears he's not a masochist or a sadist, because isn't it normal to feel ~*~*alive*~*~ when you get into a particularly violent fight??? right?? ]

If you weren't so averse to fighting I'd ask you to have it out with me, to make your point through fierce combat. You're not much of a fighter, but I don't have any issues with thrashing the weak. Just don't expect me to hold anything back.

Well, now you just sound like a vampire.

[He says this like it's an insult?? It kind of is.]

But I'm not interested in fighting you. I was just curious. It's just part of the game, right?

I'm pretty sure we both know who the real vampire is here, Shell.

[ sticks and stones and all that. ]

You know, one of these days you're going to come to me asking for lessons on how to defend yourself, and I might just say no.

But yes, I suppose it is part of the game... so then, Shell, Truth or Dare?

...dare.

[Is this a bad idea when he's clearly pissed him off? Yes.]

[Does Shell care when it might help put Childe back in a good mood by doing something ridiculous? No, but he probably should.]

Bite me.

[Son, ur triggering him.]

I don't think I can do that through text.

You'll have to pick something else.

You can't, but I'll give you my address. Or I can come to you. You're the one who picked dare.

[....]

[In which Shell is making a terrible decision by giving his address to Childe.]

Just a bite. I'm not going to drink from you. That wasn't part of the dare.

Just a bite.

[ Honestly, he's not sure why he chose this particular hang-up of Shell's to hone in on, but he's not going to back down from a challenge.

And it's not like he hasn't been bit before, just less for fun and more out of wanting to actually kill him.

but, either way, it doesn't take him very much long to sidle up to Shell's door and give it a sharp rap with his knuckles. ]

[And the door opens and-- now Childe will know why Shell didn't want to leave, because his AC is cranked to the max.]

[But also: does he look a little more pale than before? There's some dark circles under his eyes, too.]

...you really came all this way for me to bite you?

[The unspoken "are you sure you're not a masochist" remains unspoken, but is implied.]

[ OH. oh it's cold, and he likes this very much. It reminds him a lot of back home - back home back home, not just the harbor in Liyue. It's not exactly as cold as the snow-covered landscape in Snezhnaya, but it's passable. ]

Your place is really refreshing.

[ He's just. Gonna maneuver himself inside, thank you. ] A dare's a dare, so don't think you can get out of it so easy - uh. Are you okay? You don't look so good.

[He closes the door behind him to keep the cool air in, before moving to find a spot to sit on the floor. Which is taking some getting used to, even if he has since fancy floor-chairs now instead of just cushions.]

Don't worry about it. I was among the kidnapped last month, so... I'm just still recovering from that.

[Which isn't wrong, but it isn't why he looks like shit.]

So. Do you have a preference? I'm not going to bite you anywhere it'd be too dangerous to do so.

[ Ah - he remembers that. It felt like so long ago, really, and he was fortunate enough not to be among those that had been taken hostage. Had it really only been last month? Time certainly did fly in this place. ]

It looks like they really did a number on you.

[ But he doesn't comment further on it, since he is a guest and all, and follows Shell over to where he seats himself on the floor. After deliberating a moment, Childe follows suit. ]

Truth be told, I was expecting you to try and cite some clause about dares having a time limit or something to try and get out of it. [ This is him shifting his legs out, knee bracing up his elbow and the other folding under him. ]

Are you going to be able to hold yourself back? If so, the neck is fine. If not... I'll let you choose.

It's just a game, isn't it? So it's fine.

But... n-not the neck.

[He's trying really hard to convince himself it's just a game, that he won't have to swallow any, and that he won't hurt Childe. But it's hard. And honestly, he's not sure why he's trying so hard. He could insist no, and Childe would likely give in, or switch dares eventually.]

[But maybe, if he can go through with this no problem, his curiosity will be satisfied, and Childe won't bring it up again. Or at least, so he hopes.]

Your arm would be better. Maybe... your upper forearm? I've only ever done this a few times, and I can't promise it'll be a clean bite, s-so... I don't want to risk any lasting damage...

[ Oh. Oh that's smart, why didn't he think of that?

Probably because he's the type that usually jumps in first and asks questions later. It probably doesn't help that he doesn't perceive Shell as any kind of threat, no matter how much the pheromones had fucked him up that first time. ]

The upper forearm? [ He questions, but he's already pulling his sleeve up a bit. It's fortunate that his Harbinger uniform already kind of shows off his arms, and with some maneuvering it's easy enough to loosen the fabric enough so he can roll it up and give Shell room to work with. ] Like this? Or do you want me to take it off?

That... should be fine.

[The facade he's put on to try and get through this is quickly falling away as the reality of what he's agreed to do sinks in. Could he rationalize it, because it was just a game? Or think of it like Childe offering? Did that make a difference?]

[Maybe in some respects, it did. But it didn't change the fact that the taste was going to be a reminder of what he is, what he's done, and what he has to do just to go on living.]

[He reaches down and gingerly takes Childe's arm, his own hands visibly trembling. He's only really done this twice. The last time was with One, just before he left, and only at One's instance.]

[But the time before that--]

[Ultimately, he won't even get close enough to be leaning down before he tries tapping out.]

...I-I can't.

[ Honestly... he didn't know what he'd expected. But he thinks, as he watches Shell react to something like biting, something so close to what he needed to do to live... he thinks he should have expected this a little.

Childe remembers the aftermath of the swimming lessons, how Shell had looked so small in that moment when he was crying on the ground. At the time he'd thought it was because Childe had hurt him, but now he's not so sure.

The tremble in his hands is unmistakable. He's scared. ]

I'll think of something else.

[ A quick look around the room, gears turning around in his head. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't said the dare just to tease Shell a little, really. ]

Or - we can probably just not play altogether? It's just a game, after all.

[The relief is immediate, but Shell sure does look like a kicked puppy right now. He'll even roll Childe's sleeve back down before giving his arm back.]

...sorry.

[It feels weird to apologize for not biting someone?? Please.]

I feel bad for making you come all this way. Even if it was... for a weird reason to start.

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