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]

Music had better be good.

( the unspoken implication: if he wants her to pay attention. like she won't be paying attention already, like she doesn't know it's better to keep a little something useful in your pocket — a switchblade tucked in a boot, pepper spray in a purse, details on the freaks rooming with them. self-preservation insists girls like ani stay equipped, stay sharp. )

Wrong. ( she grins, still in the game. ) Gideon?

[kobes]

I'll use one of the ones you mentioned. [because he remembers them, which would be unsettling, weird from anyone who isn't koby, who gathers information like it's the best way he knows how to show care, show affection -- i remembered this, i remember you, i remember everything you say.]

Wrong. [heavy sigh, clearly disappointed in himself.] We both fail.

[haggle]

( her smile lists to the side. of course he'd remember — koby has an encyclopedia where his brain sits. )

It's not over 'til it's over. I ain't no fuckin' quitter.

( ignoring the fact it's not even her turn: )

Dom? He's cute.

[kobes]

[for all intents and purposes, yes -- though the truth of it is that the important, pertinent issues tend to take up more brainpower than the minor details. unless he actually likes the person.

case in point: it's not her turn, she's beaten him, but koby just looks delighted by that fact.] Yes, it is! Ani, you're so smart!

[haggle]

( from another mouth, she knows what it could sound like — a shitty fucking attitude from someone who thinks only money and fancy tuition can buy you a brain, who doesn't understand there's more than one type of smart. not the kind spoon-fed from books, but fought for in the concrete streets of brooklyn, in a city that dishes out life experiences in hard, bruising lessons.

from koby? it's so tooth-rottingly earnest her mouth lights up on its own in a neon-bright smile. all smug wattage, pride brightening the healthy glow of her complexion. she sweeps a hand through her hair, flicking it over one shoulder. it swishes and swings, all drama. )

I know, right? ( a laugh slips out as she leans in, all pointed looks. ) So? The fuck are you waiting for? Go grab his hot ass. The two of you'd look cute together.

[kobes]

Ani! [her grin sets off a wider one in koby, pink-cheeked as he grabs a couple tissues and gives her one before starting to wipe off his own little laminated sheet. perhaps it’s a irony that he’d understand that world – a place where lessons are taught in pain, in work, in bruised knuckles and sleepless nights and in folding yourself into a small box over and over again – better than many others.

koby knows the idea of intelligence won through observation and cunning and planning, the strategic approach of someone who can’t brute force their way out of things. he admires that about silco – he admires it about her too.

huffing a little and wiping his board clean:] I have a very demanding work schedule, you know. I wouldn’t mind spending time with Dom, but – it’d have to be when I’m not scheduled for a shift. I take my responsibilities very seriously, you know.

[dweeb.]