Another Ask Game {Oakey}

[Mama Oak]

Cobalt, what have you started.

Well, why not? [: Ask my characters anything you want, and I'll answer. I can't draw, so you'll likely get a text reply with an accompanying GIF. Sorry if I get rambly, but I just might... depends on the question. And they can be personal questions, silly questions, or random questions; questions about love, questions about favorite foods, or questions about... well, anything goes! "What if..."s, "Would you..."s, "Have you ever...", and whatever else you can think of!

It's time to play, "Ask Oakey!" (theme music
begins, plays for a minute, then dies down)
Here we go!

Meet Elmstar, the old, snarky leader of ThunderClan. He's eighty-four moons old and doesn't like personal questions! Ask them anyway, because he just might not be around for much longer! (wide, game-host grin)

Now, Player #2 is a young warrior from RiverClan! Introducing Frosttalon, a charming and disreputable tom. Player #2, no please, stay in your seat! The ladies in the front row-- no, get-- get back on stage. Ladies, please! Don't encourage him!

Ugh, moving on. Next on the roster is Littlecloud, the medicine cat of ShadowClan. Don't squirm darling, it'll be okay. She's a bit of a... (mutters aside) she's a bit of a fragile nut... (normal voice) but we'll take care of you, dear, don't worry!

Now, this lovely... lad...y (?)... with the charming smile is Ezra. Hello, Ezra, you happy to be here tonight? (fake game-host laugh) Ezra is over six thousand years old and the God of Envy and Greed!

Lastly, we have Alliser and Leszek Poole, two brothers. Cheer up fellows, you're looking a little grim? Alliser is a man of the Wastelands, and as I understand, a deserter of the local rebel alignment, Terrorist Town? (mouths toward the wings 'Is his signer here?') Now, Leszek on the other hand, I hear you are still allegianced with the terrorist gang... hm, should I rethink sitting you two beside one another? (shakes head before mouthing toward the wings again 'Security standby?')

Well there you have it ladies and gentleman,
this... interesting line-up of characters are
here to answer questions on your whim!

[Petrichor]

(I LOVE ASKING THINGS SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS YOU ARE NOT PREPARED)


ELMSTAR
Elmstar, what's your opinion of the current goings-on with RiverClan?
Do you ever regret what you did? That thing with your predecessor?
What's your favourite time of day?

FROSTTALON
When did you realize you were such a player?
Why are you such a player?
Do you enjoy being such a player?

LITTLECLOUD
Was there ever a time in your life that you thought that maybe things would be okay?
What's your favourite season?
If you could live any other life, what would it be?

[Elmstar]

I am not certain that any of these questions particularly concern you! But, *sigh*, I did come here with the expectation of indulging nosy, paw-dabbling busybodies. So. To answer your first question, RiverClan as far as I see it, is in a state of decline. In all ways, especially in intelligence and honor. I never thought I'd live to see the name slandered by a leader who goes about accusing cats of murder and trespassing willy-nilly. Not to mention that dirty, disgusting breeder of theirs! The stank of fish is growing intolerable, and if they press ThunderClan anymore, ThunderClan will answer. Now, as for 'the thing with my predecessor'... *sigh*... I do not regret my actions. It needed to be done and with the death of one I ceased the potential loss of many, for if Redstar had been allowed to continue his... reign of utter madness... he would have taken ThunderClan with him. I... couldn't allow that. Favorite time of day, you ask? Well, that's a pleasant way to wrap up these asinine inquiries, now isn't it? Hmm. I enjoy that very small pane of time nestled between the evening hunting patrols and the dusk border patrols. When the majority of my clan has settled in for a meal and the sharing of tongues before they go about their tasks. It's a wonderful time of day for observing my clanmates and getting a gauge on how the clan is doing and how the cats of ThunderClan are prospering. (nods)

Oh, sweet little bird, what kind of word is 'player'? Such a... unpleasant connotation. I'm just a lover, my dear. A very pleasant lover and I knew that from the moment I could tell my toes from my tail. Or maybe it was when I realized the way Duskkit's eyes sparkled when we would play, or the way she would laugh (quietly so not to awake our mothers) when we would stay up late in the nursery, whispering elder tales. Why? Now, what kind of question is that, hon? If you've got it, flaunt it. If they want it, give it to them. It's a service really. Why not? And do I enjoy it? My goodness, doll, these questions keep getting sillier and sillier. Of course I do. Who could suppress a purr when looking into the eyes of a pretty feline and realizing you've captured them? When you realize, you've won them.

Oh. Oh... well. (thinks nervously, shuffles feet) Well, yes. (nodding to self, gaining conviction) Yes, yes there has. In the beginning, with Leopardcloud, things were okay. But then not for a long time, no. When Leopardcloud... l-left... things never felt like they'd ever be okay. Until recently. Someone has shown me that things... though they might not be perfect, they'll be okay. Yes, they'll be okay. I feel that. I feel that now. For now, yes. Okay. Seasons? Oh, leaf-fall is wonderful. The feel of leaves underpaw and the sound they make when the wind rustles them, oh, there's nothing like it. Then that's when it rains a lot, and I've grown to like the rain, even though it's awfully disorienting. Yes, the storms... storms are good. (blinks thoughtfully) I'm sorry... what was the last question? Another life. (breathes in, thinks about it) I'd want to be a WindClan apprentice... one who could see. The open moor must be so beautiful and so... so free! To lay upon the hills and look up and see the stars or the clouds, with no walls or earth or blindness to conceal you in darkness. It would be... bliss.

(smile laugh) Oh, yes... the shit-storm of happenings. What can I say about that? I'm used to being flung around and put through hell, and... you know, we find something in the chaos. It's not all for naught. We grow from it. It's not all bad. Well, most of it's pretty bad. But, you don't live for six thousand years without having learned to weather. And once you clean up the mess that is this shit-storm, you can usually find something among the debris. At least... yeah, you tell yourself that. I'm sorry. (waves hand) Rambling about nothing. I never said six thousand years makes you smart. Next question. Ah, as the God of Greed and Envy, I'm pretty fucking useless. If you ask me, which you did so I'll tell you, it's pretty goddamn unfair that I exist at all. I mean what sort of dick decides to create an entity personified by insatiable longing and never-ending desire? A pretty big dick, let me tell you. But, you know... when I feel particularly moved to... I try. Envy... greed... they aren't such bad things, you know. They makes people strive to better themselves, and some people need that. I can help them rise when they need to. When they need help looking into themselves and finding something there to build upon. (small, almost-sad grin) I'm not always successful. And sometimes I'm... too.. successful, but. (looks down) Well. I never claimed to be good at anything. Yeah. (sniffs and looks back up with a grin) Hobbies? Well. I like to cook, and sing and paint. (laughs) Not particularly talented at any of that, but *shrug*.

I left Terrorist Town because it as not a safe place for my siblings. If I am to be looking after them and ensuring their safety, then I will not subject them to that place. As for Leszek (glances at brother). I wish he had come with us, and I might not understand what could be more important than family, but... I suspect he has his reasons. (turns back to inquirer) The Wastelands, it's... more comfortable. Cleaner and kinder faces. By no means is it a paradise, but I feel it is safer and with better company.

A super-power? I get the super power question, oh fucking lord, of course I do. My immediate answer was to read people's thoughts, but... nah, I probably couldn't... couldn't take what some people think of me. And for many, I don't have to read their minds to hear their thoughts. Flying would be neat. Or that sterotypical invisible thing. Whatever, silly question, next. (waves hand) Alliser's leaving. (scoffs) I think it's not so big of a goddamn deal as people make it out to be. He left, he's gone, why is everyone still going on about it? And no. (looks uncertain) No... why would I leave Terrorist Town?

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"Yeah, I got a question for Leszek. Why are you such a good for nothing sack of shit? Your fuckin' traitorous coward of a brother was more useful then than you have been in your entire fuckin' life."

(Turns to Alliser and signs 'fuck you' to him)

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(gets increasingly annoyed throughout rant and just sits there quiet for a moment once Hyde 'finally shuts up') Well. I'll just pick through that and answer the only marginally-sensical questions worth a response. Right after murdering Redstar? For a long while I was only... well... I suppose you could say... nearly... numb. But there was relief there as well and resolution. It needed done. And once it was done, (shrug), it was done.  In the quiet of my den, after the tasks of the day are done, I usually share tongues with Leafcloud or Quailfoot. Rudiment over the clan happenings. Definitely not take. Catnip.

From what I hear, Nightpelt's drugs are rather fantastic. I can't just take your word for them being bad without trying them first! I'm no stick in the mud like the rest of clanmates, sheesh. Experimenting is always fun! Condoms must be silly twoleg things... and as for diseases, I had whitecough one leafbare, but that was awhile ago! (oblivious to STDs, what) No doubt there are a bunch of little me's out there, there's no telling how many, but you can certainly count on them being damn attractive things. Just making the world a little more aesthetic, one litter at a time. (wink) I like kits, really! Such impressionable devils. Okay, the water question is just silly. I'm a RiverClan cat, funny twoleg.

If I could see? (blinks) I would walk the paths and visit the places I've walked a million times before. I wonder if they look as they smell? I'd go look at RiverClan's lakes, the WindClan moors. The abandoned office building and the diner. I would study everything. Map out the faces of everyone I know, finally able to match them to their voices. I would find out what soft looks like. What beautiful really means. I don't think... I would ever go to sleep... ever close my eyes again. (uncertain for a moment) Even... even if it wasn't as pretty as I imagined. Yes, even then. As for your... your other question. (peers sightlessly at other clan cats before dropping gaze with a breathless, nervous chuckle) I don't know what you... medicine cat's aren't... I don't. (bites lip, brow knits together, raises face with sudden resolve) His name is Stormheart. And he is my near-everything. But I love my clan, too. (nods) I don't know why that's not allowed... it isn't a bad thing. It... can't be. It isn't.  Thanks, for the.. the compliment. It's a funny thing to say to... oh, oh okay... uhm, bye.

(visible struggle not to smile as Hyde turns on him, spreads arms to beckon at cats) I haven't the slightest idea! I sort of figured it was something of your doing, to be honest. (leans forward after glancing at cats and whispers excitedly) They're so cute, aren't they!? (settles back with a laugh, swiveling in chair) And the ice thing... yeah... heh. (shakes head) Yeah, I'm still... trying to work that out. I've noticed you've been pretty busy... haven't seen you around much. Beginning to (nervous chuckle) think maybe I had scared you off. That you came to your senses after the... that ice thing. But (shakes self), sorry. Uhm, yeah, see you around. (How did I get here? Someone asked nicely... and they can be quite persuasive. I'm not even sure I could have said no. But they mentioned that there'd be cats and gave me a flower to put in my hair. And here I am!)

I was part of Terrorist Town because Axel and I were brothers, just as much as Leszek and I. He was my only friend and I'd followed him for years. And I would have continued to follow him, perhaps, had it not been for Felicks and Bryony. Or... at least, I would have stuck around a little longer... tried a little more to make Axel see what Terrorist Town was becoming. And what it should have been instead. There are definitely things that need fixing there, and I tried. I did. But Axel is stubborn, always has been, and I had to leave. He's not a... a bad guy... just, the power went to his head, I think.  If Mjolnir wasn't around? (narrows eyes and thinks) Well, Axel would probably get his ass kicked once or twice, which would do everyone well, I think! You know, that massive brute of his has made him think he's "invincible" and he's... (laughs) he's fucking not.  Super-powers? The force-field thing would be neat, but only if I could project it to others in addition to myself. (casually ignores vegetable questions) And for Axel: (I really wish that gif had sound effects from the "Game of Thrones Bad Lip Reading/Medieval Land" because I hear it every loop and it's perfect)

(tries not to choke on spit at Hyde's forward question) I'm... I'm still here because I understand what loyalty is. Simple as that. As for Jorik*, I'm sorry, I don't know. If I was a dog? (laughs) A loyal creature that sticks around despite constantly being put down low and kicked around? (just laughs dismissively) I wouldn't mind waking up in an asylum, you know. Sometimes think I belong there anyhow. And I wouldn't mind not having a brother. It's not like this one, the life and the brother, have been particularly kind to me thus far.  (also causally ignores vegetable questions) And, finally. It's 'Leh-zhek"**. (turns to Axel and just stares at him for a long moment, lips pressed in a firm line, jaw set, before a blink) Well, (swallows with a bitter, forced, half-grin), guess it must just fucking run in the goddamn genes, right? [*Why do I imagine Jorik torturing Leszek because he's a deprived homosexual but also 112% closeted and because Jorik is the irresistible Jorik? **Link ]

[Petrichor]

I'm doing it again, but these questions are more hypothetical, complicated, and are also an over-the-top way to find your characters' opinions of other characters without having my characters ask. I am very sorry. No I'm not. I'm sorry I'm not sorry.


TO ELMSTAR:

"Was Quailfoot a good deputy? If he was younger, would he have kept his position?"

"Leafcloud is your mate, right? You don't love her like most cats love their mates. How do you feel about her?"

"Do you think, when it comes time to die, if Flowerfur winds up having to fulfill her promise, that you'll regret it? That you'll ask her not to do so? That you'll back out? If you did, for whatever reason, would you want her to go through with it anyway?"


TO FROSTTALON:

"Remember Dusksong? Tell me about her."

"Your daughter, Minnowpelt, is eternally stuck in the mindset of a kit. She will never truly grow up, though she'll be loyal to you and her Clan forever. What do you think about that, and what do you think about her in general?"

"If Dusksong had never died, would you have been the same "lover" that you are now?"


TO LITTLECLOUD:

"You sure do ask a lot of questions. Why?"

"Do you think you'd be a good mentor?"

"If you could have kits, if it weren't against the warrior code (and you could have them with you-know-who), would you have them, and if you did, what would you want them to be like? Do you think you'd be a good mother?"


POST-SCRIPT:

Oakey, I am so sorry. I like this question set-up. I am still sorry for asking so many questions, but I'm so interested in your characters that I just can't not the questions. If anything, take it as a compliment.

[Mama Oak]

In Quailfoot, there was everything a leader — and a friend — could ever hope to have in a deputy. If he still possessed the youth and strength, I have no doubt he would have remained steadfast with his responsibilities. And made a legendary leader. Yes, Leafcloud is my mate. She is the mother of my kittens and I do love her. I do. And now, as I approach the end of this life, I realize that she perhaps deserved much more than I was ever able to provide and show her. Which is precisely why I love her as much as I do — she accepts and always has accepted that before a mate, I am a leader. That my clan is first, always. She is a brilliant feline, and a she-cat most deserving of everything that remained unsaid. One day, when we both are among the stars and I am allowed my rest (if it is the stars and rest that I am given, because I am not entirely certain that will be the case), she will be loved with all that I've been unable to share with her for these nine lifetimes. *glances about audience, as if wondering whether or not Leafcloud is there, watching* I promise it. If the situation arises where Flowerfur must fulfill that vow she gave to me, then the circumstances are that I am a liability to ThunderClan. If that is the case, then I could not regret myself... and the threat I may hold to this forest... being removed. I expect her to prevent me from causing harm to my clanmates and their well-being, and nothing less. I do not suspect I would feel any differently when the time came, but if I did, I would most certainly... expect her to keep her promise faithfully.

Oh, Dusksong was a gorgeous feline. A beautiful pelt and pattern, with dazzling eyes to match. Not only in appearance was she beautiful though... in retrospect, actually... she wasn't all that capturing in her looks. Moreso, she was strong and pretty in her independent being. Does that make sense? I'm not sure it does. Oh, but she had this... this quality to her whispers that could really get a tom's purr going! She was thrilling. Striking. And I'm sure a spectacular parent to Minnowkit when she was born. She was one of the only she-cats who did not screech at me when they became queens. She never hated me. At least, I don't think so. *thinks for a moment* I... would be lying, if I told you that if Dusksong had lived, I would have stayed with her. Or settled down. Or not been the tom I am today. I left her alone while she was living. I'm not under the belief that she could have changed me. But perhaps I am mistaken. Who knows. It's... it's silly to think about, really. *ear flicks* She's gone. Whatever might have happened can't happen. So, who knows. But... I would be lying to you, too, if I said I did not feel anything at all when she died. Dusksong was the first she-cat to ever love me, and whether or not she still did after all I put her through... well. *shakes head* I felt something when she left this world. As for our daughter, Minnowpelt is perfect the way she is. An innocent incarnate. You look into her joyous, shining eyes and you know no matter what mindset she has, she is a strong, pretty cat just like her mother. In a different way, yes, but still very strong. I could have been a much, much, much better father to her than I was and am, but she must know that I do love her. In my own way, and in a very strong way, I do love her. And I see her mother in her, everyday.

A lot of questions? *quiet squeak* Is that a problem? Do I ask too many? Should I cease? Oh, I hope I'm not badgering... but... well... I just, I... I sort of suppose that... well. Ooooooh, *squirms a little*. I guess it's just that... I really desire to know how others feel. Not just from what I can deduce from their manner and what comes rolling from their pelts, but how they really... perceive things. How their mind works, or how they think their mind words. I want to know how that perception differs from my own. And it is such a peculiar, insightful experience to ask these questions and hear their responses from their own mouths. I guess... I have curiosities. And to sit back upon these curiosities and not let them be filled? Oh, I don't know if I could hold it all in! Is that okay? Really, tell me... should I stop? Mentoring? I... I don't know. I wouldn't bet on my being a good teacher. I... well... I haven't had the best teachers myself, if you can understand that. And I suppose I would get nervous. And sometimes what I am... am trying to say, doesn't come out right. Well, actually... a lot of the time. I don't know if I could instruct another feline... but I would... I would definitely try! And things might be rough at first, but I would learn! Eventually I would grow comfortable... and maybe the words would come easier. I guess... *chuckles*... I guess if an apprentice were to be patient with me, yes, yes I could be a good mentor. Oh! *blinks rapidly at kit question, a little startled* Well... if it weren't against the warrior code... yes, without a doubt, I would have kittens. Yes. *laughs lightly, rather... longingly... before quickly inserting—* Uhm! Assuming... of course, that You-Know-Who wanted them too! I-I... I-I wouldn't, if, if he didn't want to. Heh. And it goes a lot like the mentor thing. I never had a real mother, so I am not certain exactly how one should be. I know how Speckledbird was, but she wasn't there for long. But I know... I know what I longed for when I was a kitten. How I felt a mother should be, and how painfully I wanted one. I would spend days thinking of the way she would be. The way she would laugh, the sound soft chimes like birdsong. The way she would sing to me, maybe. I can still remember Speckledbird's lullabies, even though she passed along early in my kithood. The way I would feel her cautious, loving eyes upon me always, when I ventured from the nursery and into the main chamber. The feel of her tongue upon my head when she pulled me into her chest and into the comforting rumble of her purr. If I had kittens, I would try my absolute hardest to be the mother I always wanted. I don't know if I could... but, I would... I would... *shakes head* Heh, well... it doesn't matter much what I would do, does it? I'll never be able to... because... because well, *laughs*... it is against the Warrior Code. This has been silly. Heh.

*laughs loudly and smiles, while swiveling in chair some more, clearly amused at first question* I'm not mistaken for a female much anymore, but when I was younger... oh my goodness, you wouldn't believe. *laughs again* When my hair was longer, and I wore it brushed down? I got used to it very quickly, you understand. It wasn't offensive. Almost, actually, rather flattering. Then again, I did wear bubblegum lipstick back then, as well. How could I get offended, when wearing bright pink lipstick? *smiles* The answer is many times. Many. Innumerable. *laughs quietly as next question is asked* I do love cats! You have no idea, I imagine, how wonderful this peculiar little situation is for me! I mean, come on, can we just take a moment... to... there's talking cats! Talking. Cats! Three of them! You might have already accepted that, yes, you've been asking them questions, I know — but take it in... just one more moment... let it really settle in. And look at those cute little faces, I mean... they're such cuties! I almost can't handle it. I really can't.... *throws hands up*... Yes. I like cats. And this flower, yes, I do love it! I think it really matches the sequens on my belt, don't you? *stands, so you can see his sequen-y belt* *sits back down, leaning eagerly upon table and lacing fingers beneath chin* Jekyll! Oh. He was... a good fellow, definitely. An intelligent man, for sure. He'd probably be upset with me calling him intelligent, because he's far beyond intelligent. The word intelligent doesn't even touch his caliber. He'd very likely be offended. But he was a good sibling. He locked himself up a lot, but he was always willing to listen and put up with me. Sometimes I would just sit in his room, curl up in a chair, as he worked quietly away at something. He was... he was nice. I do miss him, still. Yes. I realize now that I don't know much about him... that while he listened to me, I never really listened to him. Or better, there wasn't much he shared with me, even though I felt entirely free to share anything with him. But he was good. He was good, I know. And as for Edward and that... that meadow thing... no, no I don't regret it. I'm still a little scared, yes... because... well, I don't know why, but it's scary. It's definitely scary, but uhm... in the strangest and, I think... a good way, if that makes any sense. Shit, I'm still trying to work it out myself! *quiet laugh* I mean, it's a good sort of scary. It's a scary... bordered by some sort of... hope, maybe? It's terrifying because it's something I've always wanted, someone to— wait, is Hyde here? *glances around, suddenly embarrassed and feeling foolish* No, I don't regret it. *nervous laugh, brushing of pink clinging to his cheeks* *as the next question progresses, his smile fades; he tries to chuckle once or twice throughout, but by the end he's completely silent and still* *a long moment passes, before Ezra makes a clucking noise with his tongue against the roof of his mouth and cocking head* What kind of question is this? Why would you ask that? What made you fucking think of something like that? First of all, Jorik and I have never been together, so how could we get back together? As a side note, that would never fucking happen. And second, who says I would leave Hyde — assuming Edward and I were together — to be with him? Do you think that I'm that fucking shallow? That I could just drop someone? *blows a long angry breath, trying to compose himself a little and failing horribly* Hypotehtically speaking, if this ridiculous scenario of yours were to hypothetically come to fruition, then I would go to this silly little fantasy castle you've thought up in your brain somehow, and talk to him. Of course I would! I'd find a way. And when I got there, I wouldn't leave until he was coming back. I'd give two batshits whether or not people named him insane. I wouldn't leave that castle unless he was coming back with me. No matter how long that took or what I had to say, I would stay for as long as it took and say everything. *fuming pause in which he runs his hand through his hair, scratches his scalp, and takes out his flower* I hope that was quote-unquote interesting enough for you. *suddenly, again, remembers that Hyde might still be around and stares down at table* Whoo. Ezra has absolutely no idea that if this happened and Jorik actually came back, that he would very likely end up leaving Hyde for him. Ezra doesn't think he's that kind of person, but he's never made much sense (most especially to himself) when it comes to Jorik anyway. That was... wow, that was.. phew.

*Alliser stares at Ezra for a moment longer, not sure what to think of what jsut happened, but gradually comes around - the mood of the game room is suddenly too tense and Alliser hates having to be the one that bounces it back* Uhm. Well, my little brother, my little sister, and I, we're doing just fine. The Wastelands isn't a paradise, and it's still a dangerous place, but we've managed well and I feel rather confident in our safety and well-being. I'd rather not share where we are lodging, to maintain my sense of safety even just marginally, but it is a quaint place with people I've found to be acceptably wholesome. Bryony helps in the inn, Felicks helps in the stables and outside, while I am usually about the community, picking up any jobs that I can. Exploring some of the ruin. Salvaging. Keeping an eye on many things. As for friends, there've been few. I try not to extend myself very far, so as to keep my "circle" small and thus safer. But there have been a couple. The people at the inn, for one. They've become important to me, just as they have become important to my little siblings. There's a young cook at the inn that Bryony is especially fond of. A sweet girl. Her, along with a few others, I would protect with my life. If Leszek and I...? *glances at Ezra, who is still just staring down at the table, eyes narrowed* You've got some interesting questions, don't you? Well. I would outmatch him, assuming it was a fair fight between just the two of us. But I couldn't kill him. *glances at Leszek* He's my brother, and I dearly hope he would feel the same. *looks a little uncertain for a single moment* Life-or-death, huh? If one of us had to die? Well... I suppose it would depend. If I were gone, who would look after Bryony and Felicks? Who would keep them safe and defend them. Leszek has already abandoned them once, so how would I know they were taken care of? Or know that they wouldn't be brought back to Terrorist Town? I guess, in the end... if one of us had to fall... it would have to be him. *continues to stare at Leszek, until his translator catches his eye and repeats the last question* Lucy! Yes! That's the name of the cook... Bryony's friend. She's a nice girl. I'm glad that Bryony and Felicks have her as company when I am away.

*glaring at Alliser as he finishes and completely ignores first question, before snapping attention to asker; his words are considerably bitter, sarcastic, and a bit monotonous* Mjolnir? Huh. What to say about him? He's Axel's second-in-command. His little deputy. I'd tell you he's a dick and I hate him, but that'd be forefeiting all regards to my well-being. So — he's just. Wonderful. A goddamn beam of sunshine. I just love him. If you want to know about Terrorist Town is like, drop in sometime. Unlike the others here, I don't feel entirely obliged to indulge you in my daily schedule. To paraprhase, or really, to quote, I spend most of my days being a good for nothing sack of shit. A short and sweet answer. You expected that, though, didn't you? I'm not exactly verbose, right? Axel is. He's... *brow knits* He's very... *blinks, visibly struggles for a bit, then gives up with an exaggerated gesture of frustration* He's just wonderful. Another goddamn beam of sunshine. I love him. *eye twitches*

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Wow, some heavy stuff! Wooo! Heh heh. But ladies and gentleman, Player 7 has now joined the game! Phew, sorry, Mr. Persephone... you couldn't have joined at a better time! Things are a little tense here at the moment, but welcoming a newcomer should really lighten things up!

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Hello Ezra~ Looking as gorgeous as ever oh my gosh I'm jealous! How long does it take to look that perf in the morning??

Hey Leszek!! I totes ship you with Axel, I believe in you baby!! He'll realize his feelings someday, you just gotta keep trying!! Be the Castiel to his Dean, the Marco to his Jean, the Watson to his Sherlock! The Jake to his Dirk even *Double pistols and a wink* Oh yeah, question.... question.... What was your favourite childhood movie?

*Weird-ass jazz hands* I didn't know you were here my cutie patoot bestie!!! How've you been darlin'? I got this JeanMarco fanfic written for you for later on, best not to read it in public~ My question is can we have a sleepover tonight? I promise I'll wear something to bed okay just share your bed with me this time!! Being naked on the floor is lame. >:T

Ezra you're invited too darlin', we can play with each other's hair and you can see how the cool kids spend nights together~ *Giggles*

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Heeeeyyyyyy Ezrrraaaaaaa~

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*raises head with small, subtle smile* Oh geez, Ann. Thanks, lovely, you know just what to say. Of course... it depends on how much time I feel like standing in front of the mirror, but gosh, it does take awhile no matter what I plan on doing! I've got a lot of pretty girls at home to be envious of! *wink*

Oh, you... you do? Hm. That's interesting, that... that you think that. But you have... met Axel, right? Well, *waves hand*, nevermind. You've sure got a silly imagination, ma'am. So do I, yeah... *tries not to smie behind the hand he raises to his mouth* But, seriously, I don't. *coughs and straightens up* I don't know what you're implying. As for movies, aaaaaaah... Alliser was always constantly, and I mean constantly watching those Star Wars movies, so... I suppose I liked those. (*Alliser swivels a little in chair* Yeah, we used to fight with sticks and pretend they were lightsabers. But that wasn't your favorite movie, Leszek. You only watched those so much because I made you. You were really into that... that Van Helsing show, remember?) Oh, yes! *grins suddenly with a laugh* Hugh Jackman with a beard and these ridiculous accents. We'd square off as werewolf and vampire. *nodding* Yeah, I remember that. You never let me be the werewolf, because you always wanted to do the howling. And yeah... you're howling was always terrible, by the way. *chuckles to self for long moment, before remembering that he is supposed to hate his brother, fidgeting a little and looking back at Ann* Yeah, Van Helsing, that's the one.

*gives a small start as Ann turns on him* Oh, heh! Ann, I'm so glad you're here! Hey! *small, awkward wave* I don't, don't uhm... really know what this is. *glances down at other contestants* And I think I overdressed, oh gosh... I didn't know what to wear! If, if it was formal or casual or casual-formal or that weird, gray thing inbetween casual-formal and that other thing! But a Jeanmarco fanfic! Really!? Oh, Ann, I-I.. I don't know if my heart can take another... I'LLREADITASSOONASWEGETHOME. *bounces a little* But if it ends like the last one, then this sleepover tonight — definite yes for that, oh gosh yes, and clothes YES — is going to call for some serious scrapbooking. And probably a few tears. And some ice cream. *bounces a little and knocks off the mic that's clipped to his shirt* Oh, oh! *picks it up and struggles to pin it back on, mumbling constant combinations of 'sssh' and 'oh jeez'* (Thorin: Someone help him, please, this is painful.)

*Ezra rolls his chair over to fix the mic while Cricket turns a shade of pink*) Hey, I'm for sure game for some ice cream. *pats Cricket's chest as the mic's secured and he rolls back to his place* Always wanted to be a cool kid! *smile, that quickly turns into a frown as Jorik walks up* ... What the FUCK, Jorik!? *sputters, spinning back in chair, wiping face with a big, incredulous jaw-gape* GOD!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!! *launches self from chair, across table to full-on — absolutely no restraint, holding nothing back — throw himself at Jorik* *cameras cut to Thorin, who looks a little more than frazzled as he flashes his uncertain game-host smile and laughs* Ohhh, goodness, ladies and gentleman! Ha! Unfortunately, it seems we've run out of time! *looks over shoulder to firmly whisper* Is someone taking CARE of that!? Hyde!? *crashes and yells; the guy from Spongebob screams 'My leg!'* For Christ's sake, this is NOT Jerry Springer! *turns back* Haha! I sincerly hope you join us next week for another game of "Ask Oakey!", when our contestants return... if... they haven't killed one another, that is! Heh! Thanks for tuning in, and have a dandy rest'o'the evenin'~! *camera pans out, you can see Ezra trying to strangle Jorik though people are frantically trying to pull him off; you don't hear anything, it's just the game's ending theme music; confetti is falling all over the stage, what's going on, how did this show pick up another season?*