guess who!

[bronze]

what's this? it seems like there's a board game for you and a friend to play — one guess who, featuring all the guests currently in saltburnt! post a blank top-level with your character and play the game in the comments, keeping your assigned character in mind (you'll want a different character for each thread, fyi!).

for ease's sake, all threads will be outside of the au event 🖤

Comments

[temporicide]

I would never give anything to a god except maybe a cherry coke spilled upside the head.

[ This here is an anti-theist who still believes in gods. It's a peculiar position to hold. ]

[poppycock]

( that actually get a laugh. creative. )

Have you quarreled with any particular gods? ( oh, wait: ) Ah, has your person quarreled with any particular gods?

( see, it's funny because it's technically grammatically interchangeable #dadjokes )

[temporicide]

[ Earning a laugh from him feels like a warm little thrill, she reflects, grin widening bright before it stems back down to mischievous smiling. ]

Mmmn, that's a complicated one for my person, and as for my person, [ and here she squints, theatrically, at her card, ] I don't think so. But I think maybe they could.

[ He looks tough. ]

But you didn't answer!

[poppycock]

Well, I'd rather hear about you.

( the response is smoothly dealt as he considers and flips down a selection of tiny portraits. his gaze is both light and weighty when his eyes lift to hers. )

I think they'd distaste any painting of their face.

Would they prefer wine, beer, or liquor?

[temporicide]

Oh! Well, for me it's a cultural, you know, [ sweeping her hand across the plane of her cheekbones, the shape of her brow and forehead, ] adornment. For special occasions. Or when I just feel like looking cute that day.

Looks like a wine person. Maybe liquor. Is your person somebody you'd hang out with?

[poppycock]

( he's smiling mostly to himself, glancing down, and considering what's cute about her already. ) Which culture? ( he's only gathered vague hints, here and there. )

More likely than many others. Do you find yours attractive?

[temporicide]

Sakha, from Siberia — the indigenous people who were there before it was Russia. From my mother and grandmother I'm Tatar and a little Evenki, too, but my father is Sakha, so I'm Sakha. [ Pride of purpose radiates in her voice, even many miles and many dimensions away from her motherland. Roza carries her people inside her, nested in the synapses of her brain.

Wherever she is, they are there, too, because she is of them. That's what assuages her grief when she comes close to the plucked nerve that is her homesickness. ]

I can't tell. I don't think I'd be his type, [ which is her typical presumption of nearly everyone, based on aesthetics alone, ] but maybe. That's not very helpful, is it? But there's the pronoun to make up for it.

Do you find yours attractive? [ Here she skews impish. She puts her chin in her hand, making a show of leaning forward to listen, attentive. What does he like? ]

[poppycock]

( he cannot relate to that shining pride. his viking origins mean as little to him as the time in which he was human: too distant now to matter. not to mention there's no love lost between he and his manipulative parents who have tried and failed to murder him time and time again. whatever pride he nurtures now is for his species, and even that roils with the hatred and abandonment he has received for being a bastard; a beast.

he cannot relate, but he does appreciate it, and the light she carries for it. she has not mentioned her father before.

how many centuries has it been since he first visited the far east? ) Yours is a beautiful region, though I would visit just for its horses.

( the pronoun, at least, helps. he would find it difficult to eliminate possibilities without it. he could be biased or he could be right.

his persistent smile deepens at her flirtations. )

He's not my type. Do you not believe your charms universal?