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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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[dendarii]

Then don't talk to me about it and we can both pretend we're doing fine.

[rathercommon]

[ She gives a noise of frustration. ]

First, I don't want to stay silent about it. And second, you, like, bring it up a lot. Like, really a lot.

[dendarii]

[ Miles throws up a hand in surrender. ]

Consider that the last time, then. My apologies.

[rathercommon]

[ A noise of greater frustration. ]

That wasn't a request to stop. It was me pointing out that you're, like, really hungry for someone to talk to about all of this. So it should be someone who's good at it, instead of someone who's shitty at it like I am. Who's shitty at it and just gets really sad. I get really sad about you sometimes.

[dendarii]

I don't want you to be sad about me, Kitty. But - but you have to accept some boundaries here. I'm not budging.

[rathercommon]

[ Flatly: ]

Then evidently, you don't care that much about me being sad. Since in the battle between my worry for you and your manly pride, manly pride wins without even trying.

[dendarii]

[ Without the alcohol to soften him, he's starting to get legitimately irritated with the subject. ]

That's not fair to me and you know it, Kitty. Boundaries.

[rathercommon]

Boundaries meaning room to do myself harm, right?

[ But she fluffs up her feathers and bites out a bitter: ]

Whatever. Fine. Back to the original topic, then.

[dendarii]

[ Somehow, it doesn't make him feel any better. ]

Being Gregor? Sleeping with him? I'm ecstatic, in fact.

[rathercommon]

[ More bluntly, now, without the filter of sweetness and gentleness: ]

Are you? Really?

[dendarii]

... Yes, Kitty. Unquestionably.

[rathercommon]

[ A breath. ]

Because if you want me to fuck off you really ought to say so. You really ought to. Just pretend my feelings don't exist and tell me if that's what you want.

[dendarii]

... But I don't want that. I truly don't.

[rathercommon]

[ A flash of magic, and she turns into a mouse. ]

Yeah, but - I mean, again. Set my feelings aside.

[dendarii]

Yes, yes, I'm doing that already.

[rathercommon]

Don't you want me to fuck off, then?

[dendarii]

Absolutely not.

[rathercommon]

[ With a bit of mounting frustration: ]

Don't you want things simplified?

[dendarii]

Kitty, please. Is anything I do ever simple?

[rathercommon]

Yes.

[dendarii]

No. No, I don't want things simplified, or whatever else you're going to say. Gregor and I both want you to stay.

[rathercommon]

Yeah, but if it weren't for Gregor's feelings, what would your feelings be? That's all I want to know.

[dendarii]

... What the hell are you doing, Kitty? Are you going to just keep asking me until you find a reason for me to reject you?

[rathercommon]

I'm going to keep asking until I get an honest answer from you.

[dendarii]

Fine. Here it is: I'm not comfortable sharing Gregor with you right now, but I'll be damned if my manly pride gets in the way of things. You being with Gregor as well does not diminish my happiness with him.