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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[haggle]

( no real heat. it hits like stray shrapnel gone sideways, anyway. ani reclines back in her seat, settling into a tactical retreat of silence — the kind someone should expect after they drop a bomb like that, the impact still ringing in her ears. guess that's what happens when a girl lobs a loaded grenade of a dare and a guy fucking fumbles the catch — all eye-rolls, like she was dumb to even toss the idea out. to even think he had the thought in his head. )

Wow. ( about as animated as day-old soda gone flat, unimpressed. safe to say: points deducted from jake seresin's total. ) Slick.

( if all of his pivots are that fucking obvious, the navy's future looks grim. there's no lift of his eyes to meet, no attention to shutter out. ani follows suit, eyes trained on a bronzed, baroque candlestick — just as pretty and indifferent as him — she tip-taps the ashes of her cigarette into, for the butler to britishly bitch over later. )

Yeah. ( breezy, but only in the way that a distant wind is. felt, but far. maybe she's thinking, or just holding her energy closer, now. her little tiles boast six faces, compared to what he has left on the board. doesn't ask the follow-up question she should, or even the one most people would: ) Do you think you fucked up?

( zeroed in on the part that matters, because who gives a fuck about anyone else? clarifying, even if it means having to hint she gives a single fuck: ) — Made the wrong call, I mean.

[ailerons]

[ Jury's out, what does it. If it's the way her mouth shapes around the flat Wow, or he hears the raspy tap of ashes against bronze, or the fact she asks him at all. Jake's turn, to glance up and for his face to shutter, twisting between neutral focus and surprise. It wears strangely on him — almost uncomfortably, as if Hangman's never understood what the hell a word like that means until right now. ]

No. [ A pause. He fills it in with a clear of his throat, pretending like he's even seeing any of the faces he's back to frowning at. ] I don't make calls I want to walk back. I knew the consequences. [ It fucking throws him off his game, bizarrely. Acknowledging it in full. Going back, placed right into his own life like nothing's changed, cleanly dealing with the Navy brass. Plink-plink-plink go the tiles, until he's only left with 14 or so. Close, but still off-target.

Instead of leaning back to reconsider his angle, Jake stays put. His shoulders hunched, arms folded on the table's edge. He stares evenly back — like he's not walking back any of the other shit he's said, either. ] 

You have family in New York?

[haggle]

( it's a good answer. solid, steady, strong — jake seresin's shiniest qualities pinned to his chest. maybe not what makes a perfect little wind-up soldier, but a better man: medal-worthy loyalty to a personal belief, and the will — steel spine, and the balls to match — to stand behind it.

(unfortunate side-effect: that phantom ache in her chest, flaring up like a bad joint in winter, every time she's reminded she was a decision a man made. one he wasn't proud to defend.)

she hums a low, considering sound. maybe approval. maybe not. it leans just noncommittal enough to keep him guessing, even if he's finally said the right thing. point recouped, and all it took was the high cost of being fucking real. )

So tell 'em to go fuck themselves. ( — with the conviction of a lawyer submitting evidence. then: a purse of her mouth, recalibrating. rolls her eyes, like acknowledging the concept of authority is physically painful for her: ) Respectfully, or whatever the fuck. Could lose you one of your gold stars, but better that than your fuckin' spine.

( because that's the part they don't warn you about when they're trying to tidy up a narrative, reframe you as the mistake: your dignity is the first thing they target. first thing they try to take. ani meets the crosshairs of his sights, just as steady. )

Sure. I do. ( a small, almost imperceptible twitch of her mouth. technically an answer. no additional freebies. ) You think your CO'd like my tits?