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 🖤

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[temporicide]

You know Saber?

It's fun to play with you. You want to go again?

[dwelt]

[oh jesus christ.]

I know him, he stalked one of my friends and threatened to kill him.

[said so casually with zero followup.]

Sure I'll play with you again. [getting the cards all sorted out again and placing a new card on the board,] You won, so you can go first.

[temporicide]

[ hol up ]

I'm glad he didn't. He didn't, right? Follow through. On that.

[ Where August is casual, she is concerned, although she does acquire a new card. ]

Is yours — no, I know. Could you take yours in a fight? [ August is pretty tough, she believes. This will narrow it down. ]

[dwelt]

No, he didn't.

[it's been quiet on theo's end so august assumes everything is fine enough he doesn't need to get involved.]

Absolutely. Do you think I know them?

[temporicide]

Okay. Good.

You might! But probably not real well. Is yours from Earth?

[dwelt]

From Earth? Yeah, they should be.

Is yours a vampire?

[temporicide]

Definitely not a vampire. [ But the idea is a profoundly magical one, and she spends about three seconds visibly thinking about it, sloe eyes briefly big as saucers. ]

Man. What a world that would be. Well, is yours friendly?

[dwelt]

You haven't met any here yet?

[not that they were running rampant at home, but they were more than myths and legends. her curiosity tugs at him and he's pulled from answering like he's reading from a script, if only for a few seconds, to be more present.]

Too friendly for their own good. Is yours on a soccer team?

[temporicide]

No, I have. I have. But this one's not. I've met three. I like them.

[ This opinion probably not of great shock to August. She has observed the pat nature of his answers, and the roguish instinct exists in her to draw physically near and attempt to dislodge him from that steadiness, but she doesn't have that right any more. She has to find other ways. ]

No. But I'd believe it if they had been. Is yours a man or a woman?

[dwelt]

They're alright.

['they' mostly meaning 'louis', the only vampire he knows on a deeper level than their name, which is hardly at all. he'd like to know more, he thinks, and looking at all these people on their tiny assigned squares he'd like to know more of them in general.]

A man, [and almost giving her a hint but holding his tongue–] I'm copying you. What about yours?

[temporicide]

Oyyyy, you're playing another game with me, [ Roza complains without real heat, smiling, ] you almost said something, didn't you?

But mine's a man, too. Does yours have light eyes?

[dwelt]

[there's softening in his body language, roza's playfulness rubbing off on him. she even earns a small smile in return.]

Okay, you got me there. [he can't help wanting to say more, like he wants her to win and lose at the same time.] They're very dark.

Is yours from the 90s?

[temporicide]

[ Little by little, she can make him comfortable, Roza hopes. She believes. Close distance through the human equivalent of catlike slinking around ankles. See, I'm sweet. See, you don't have to worry about me. ]

Dark eyes, Earthling, male, friendly, and you could beat him up. That about covers it, right?

Born in them? I think so. [ Early-mid, she'd guess. ] Is yours from the 90s? I'm copying, too.

[dwelt]

Oh, no– [a low chuckle, ticking a few faces down on the board.] fromthe year, but that answer's fine, too.

Definitely not. Do they use the network a lot?

[temporicide]

Oh. No, now I get you! I don't think so. But sometimes it's hard to tell, 'cause where I'm from everybody dresses like the 90s, anyway.

But no, I don't think so. Is he young? Like, 20s or younger.