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Who: YOU!
When: Day 143, afternoon
Where: Kitchen area, 3rd floor
What: Truth, Dare, or Chocolate

There is a table set up with large box amidst a veritable sea of chocolates! A large sign is leaned against the box, reading:

Truth, Dare, or Chocolate
Get to know your companions here! Find a partner or group to play with, and pick a card out of the box. It will either be a Truth or a Dare card. Answer the question or accomplish the task provided to you!

If you choose to avoid the card's task, you must eat a piece of chocolate.

[OOC notes: Each piece of chocolate contains a shot's worth of liquor. Those who successfully complete their cards for more than five rounds with another person will find that their apartment has been fitted with a high powered venting system that will last for a week.]

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[follows~]

Do you have a name?

It's none of your business.

[Looking for an opening to dodge him and get to the door. It's pretty obvious he's experienced with being in this position, buuut that really only makes the fear worse.]

That's mean♥

[walking forward still]

[holding still until he's alllmost in touching range

then suddenly diving to the right]

[grabs for him! his fingers melt into the skin and muscle of his forearm and he grabs the ulna to jerk him to a stop, fingers sliding along the bone to come up sharply against the ulna as well]

Edited 2013-06-12 20:18 (UTC)

[THAT. THAT SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE.

He is a little too scared and shocked to scream quite yet.]

[and dickworms should be possible?

He pulls slightly, dragging him forward a little and reaching for his face again.]

You didn't scream. Good. It's better that way.

[Nooo ducking his head

and in a tiny voice:]

Don't hurt... where it shows...

No one will see.

[he tugs again on his wrist and suddenly there's a white hot burning as the ulna, radius, and metacarpals are fuzed into a solid piece]

[oh no that means screaming and also his legs going out from under him]

[kneels over him, straddling his hips and leaning forward to press his free hand over his mouth]

Quietly. Always quietly.

[and slides his fingers up the radius.... to fuse the elbow next, Byakuya's hand splayed out to the side]

[He can't help it! He has to scream, and to cry, but he's also trying to go for the face with the nails of his free hand.]

[catches that hand, pushing it flat against the floor as he fuses all of the bones in it at one go -- that's a lot of bones :)!]

[nope nope nope cannot handle this sooo much struggling and sobbing into the hand over his mouth

maybe even muffled, if he screams loud enough someone will hear]

[too bad you led them down to the sparsely populated second floor and in to an empty apartment isn't it?

he slides a hand down and then up under Byakuya's shirt, pushing his hand into his stomach and moving upwards to slowly start fusing ribs to his spinal column]

Don't try to breathe so deep. You'll pass out soon.

[my apartment is down here :( my crazy family could hear!

also nnno just. mentally shorting out at that point, too much pain]

[well, if he's shorted, he'll slide his hands back out of his stomach and push his shirt up to look at the scars he could feel before]

... Messy.

[Yep there are lots and lots and lots of them, all over his torso and limbs. The fact that they're not where it's visible with long sleeves was deliberate. Can't go to PTA meeting looking like you got into a fight with a hedge trimmer.]