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[rathercommon]

[ On the screen is a magnificent tiger with golden eyes, regarding the camera with quite a bit of what looks to be amusement, if you're prone to anthropomorphizing animals. After a moment, that tiger speaks - and speaks with a very human voice, a light and girlish voice with a South London accent. And who else speaks like that? This is, of course, one Kitty Jones, living up to her name. ]

Hullo, all. Happy - slightly belated - Earth Day. I hadn't known about that holiday last year, so I didn't do a thing for it, but it's really a lovely thing, isn't it? So, a day, late, I'm doing a little charity drive, and I need all of you to participate. Proceeds going to the protection of the leaf-scaled sea snake, because no one ever bloody donates money to help species that aren't cute.

[ The leaf-scaled sea snake is also quite venomous. Y'know. Whatever. ]

So what this consists of is this. I want you to volunteer here, in this post, to answer questions from fans on rumblr. Give me a list of topics you're not willing to talk about, as well as how many questions you're willing to answer. Then your rumblr fans - or enemies, I suppose, maybe some of them will want to trap you in a lie or something - will bid on the opportunity to ask you questions. Whichever fan puts in the highest bid gets the right to ask the first question, then the second-highest bid gets second question, all down until you don't want to answer any more stupid questions. And then all the proceeds go to the sea snakes.

So who's in? Talk about yourself, help the environment. What's not to like?

[ That's all said very, very cheerfully. Then, in a flippant post-script, she adds: ]

Oh, yeah, I'm not dead, by the way.

[ Which is so nice! so kind! such a good way to announce that! a month and a half after she already came back from the dead! nice. ]


[ ooc: this post is just like what it says! You can comment here to have your character get asked dumb questions by rumblr fans. Please tell me the questions you want asked in notes in your comments!! Or I will be making up terrible questions. Fair warning.

edited to add: also if your character would bid to ask other characters shitty questions, feel free to threadjump their thread ]

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[rathercommon]

[ Oh. She giggles, a little flustered. Gregor sweet-talking her is something she's gotten used to; him sweet-talking her in public is a little newer. ]

Only charmless young ladies, right?

[vorbarra]

[ No lie, he's attempting to avoid the subject of him answering questions for charity. He would, but reluctantly, and only because it's Kitty.

Not that any of this is an exaggeration. ] God, plenty of those. Though at least if they could turn into a snake I'd have asked them what it was like.

[rathercommon]

[ Cheerfully: ]

Smelly, mostly.

[vorbarra]

[ With sudden, unfeigned interest, ]

It must be. I'm surprised you don't spent more time like that, smelling out everyone's secrets.

[rathercommon]

[ With a bright laugh: ]

Unfortunately, I've never been able to figure out what the smell of a secret is. I've been working on it.

[vorbarra]

Surely it's something musty and very, very enticing. Like something you lost that you very much want to find again.

[rathercommon]

Musty and enticing...Sounds like how you smell after a day in the library.

[ this is how nerds flirt ]

[vorbarra]

[ Okay, he actually laughs, though it's his surprised-in-public laugh, quiet and more of a chuckle.

Teasingly, ] I smell like how you imagine secrets? Somehow that makes complete sense to me. You're like a bloodhound. [ Her and Miles both. But Gregor is attempting to not mention them to each other too much, uncertain how things are falling out between them and not wanting to pressure. ]

[rathercommon]

Am I? [ She gives a warm little laugh. ] I suppose that's why I find you really hard to resist, isn't it? You're just too intriguing. I've got to pursue you.

[vorbarra]

That must be it. Right from the get go you smelled the secrets on us without realizing that's what it was.

[rathercommon]

Well, actually, that's not too far off the mark.

[vorbarra]

I suspected it wasn't. Though I really did think you and Miles were flirting most of the time.

[rathercommon]

Uh -

[ Wait. ]

Hold on, you thought...what?

[vorbarra]

[ A raised eyebrow. ]

You kept needling him about me being attractive, or something like that, but only to him and not me directly. I wasn't about to touch that with a pole.

[rathercommon]

[ Incredulously: ]

Yeah. I did it 'cause he had a really obvious crush on you. And I wasn't about to say, hey, Greg, your mercenary admiral's in love with you. That'd be rude to out him like that.

[vorbarra]

[ Dryly, ] I wouldn't have taken that well, no. I wouldn't have believed it, for one.

Hence I came around to thinking you were flirting in the weirdest possible way.

[rathercommon]

I think I'm offended. I'm rather better at flirting than that, you know.

[vorbarra]

I didn't know that at the time. If you decide to start flirting with Miles now, I assure you I won't mistake it.

[ A bit of a curious look, since by now Miles has contacted him telepathically, but he won't bring it up directly if she doesn't want to. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Ah. Yes. She falls quiet a moment, then says, a little subdued: ]

Well, we did talk about it, didn't we.

(private forever)

[vorbarra]

[ Gregor switches it over to private. Really, there's no reason to keep censoring himself for the public. ]

We did, [ he says easily. ] I got the sense from Miles that he isn't explaining himself well to you.

(private forever)

[rathercommon]

[ She hesitates, then says, frankly - because frankness is called for, frankness is necessary - ]

He doesn't seem comfortable with it after all.

[vorbarra]

[ Equally frank, ] I'm not either, to tell the truth. We're both a product of our culture. You must give us an opportunity to shake that off, like breaking in something new.

[rathercommon]

Well. You know how important it is to me that you're both happy.

[vorbarra]

Let us worry about that, hm? No sacrifices, remember?

[rathercommon]

Well, I'm not proposing sacrifices. Just...amenable arrangements.

[ Translation: I'm sort of panicking. But her voice is light and controlled, and who can read a snake's body language, anyway? ]