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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[diarists]

I'm not a buzzkill. [she said, like a buzzkill, one foot kicking out under the table and nudging his shin, not exactly gently. still -- the contact means affection, the way a grumbly, irritable cat sits close enough to be pet.]

This place is the crazy sex dungeon castle and we're acting like we're at a middle school party playing games while the cool kids make out in the closet.

[still -- she wants to win. she really wants to win. and the mention of saber sleeping with her gets a quick quirk of one corner of her mouth, before she hides it by ducking her head and grabbing another card.] Mmmmnope. Is yours someone you know?

[masticated]

[the nudge is met with his own, if only to hit back harder.]

Why, you wanna make out in the closet instead? We can. There's one right over there.

[a sidelong glance to a well-hidden supply closet with his mouth tugged up into a dimpled grin. he'll do anything to distract her.]

No. Is yours someone I've slept with?

[diarists]

[shauna makes a face at him, leaning in and flicking her hair out of her face.]

Don't try to distract me. Maybe if you win. [or if she does; she hasn't decided yet.]

I don't know everyone you've slept with. You wouldn't, though, it's a guy. Is yours a guy?

[masticated]

I'll distract you all I want.

[from the very beginning, saber has thought of shauna as a terrible liar. she gives too much away and leaves little to the imagination. he has an ah-hah moment, one he prolongs for her sake. she didn't have to say he wouldn't sleep with them.]

Jesus, are you bad at poker, too? [tick tick tick goes all the girls on the board.] Mine's a guy. Are they older than me? Wait wait, lemme rephrase that. Are they over thirty?

[diarists]

I'm still playing, aren't I? [a little pout, a wrinkle of her nose.] Soooo, it's not really working. You should probably give up.

[ticking down the tiles, making a face, tongue poking out as she thinks.] Uhhh, maybe like...right about? They got one of those faces.

Does yours work here? Gainful employment, like the Pink Slip? [a flicker, a look up under her eyelashes.]

[masticated]

Givin' up isn't in my DNA.

[everyone knows that. he assumes everyone knows since he's done everything to make his needs obvious and on the table to be dissected since nothing about him is secretive.]

'Gainful employment'? You tryin' for the big girl words now, huh. [a teasing tone for the condescension.] No, they don't work with me or you or any of us. He's a loner. Does he have red hair?

[diarists]

Yeah, so I've gathered.

[and maybe -- that's what shauna likes so much about him. saber is easy to read in that he doesn't tiptoe around what he wants, what he likes, what he dislikes. he doesn't seem to care about whose feelings he hurts, true, but -- neither does she, anymore.

so her voice is softer, her mouth curled at the corner in that soft, almost-smirk.]

I got into Brown, asshole. No, he doesn't have red hair. At least not in the picture. Is yours someone you'd get along with?