𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

[money]

NEVER HAVE I EVER

it's a sleepover, and you're all invited. this is never have i ever, and the rules are simple: icly comment with your character and a "never have i ever", people respond with judgement, jokes, or in the event they've done what you haven't, a shot of alcohol. comment around, thread hop, and react as you see fit!
(meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

Comments

[homosexuals]

I was young. It was the first time I'd ever done something like it. It ended badly - and it seemed like the consequences multiplied over the years.

[it seems silly to admit now that something like getting caught on his knees by his father for a boy he loved at sixteen would somehow be the catalyst to that same boy following him into the army and dying. but that's what it felt like - that love, and vulnerability above all else - just got people killed.]

I don't know. If it isn't broke, don't fix it, yeah?

[kobes]

I see. I'm sorry. [It's not silly -- Koby doesn't need to know the details to know that a first time ending badly affects someone, lingers for years. His own had been here, in Saltburnt, in Otherworld, which wasn't something he'd ever anticipated, but it wasn't bad. It's not years of consequences.] You don't need to change anything, you know. Not unless you want to.

It doesn't have to be broken, though. You can just be curious. That's...sort of the point of this place, isn't it? [Figure out what you like, in between struggling for survival.]

[homosexuals]

It's alright. Like I said - long time ago. Things look a lot clearer on this side of things, though.

...Doesn't it - how do you give up the control? I trust Tim, that's not the problem. But I can't reconcile the idea that once I give up a little, it'll just dwindle away.

[kobes]

Mmm. Still. [Pouring another shot, just -- for fun now, since they've lost the thread of the game.] It doesn't have to be recent to hurt.

...are you asking me, personally? [A moment of doe-eyed blinking, before:] Well. I ask for what I want. And I get exactly that, no more, no less. So even when I'm asking for something -- filthy and debauched and shameless, it's still me who choses it.

But there are still things I can't do. Things that get -- close. [A pause, running his thumb around the edge of the shot glass, before:] She used to tie me in the hold. Back on the -- ship I was on, if I disobeyed or talked back. It was days at a time, sometimes. That's why if anyone does that here, it has to be someone who'll stop the second I say stop, so I stay...out of my head. So I'm really here, not there.

Could you trust Tim to do that? To stop, the second you say it?