everybody, put your hands up; yes, flying – imagine it like that!

[shuttermouse]

[ You know what this murderschool needs? Party games. She talked about it with Tarrlok during the afterparty and today's the day she's going to host a game of truth or dare. After that unpleasant little motive, she's sure a lot of people are going to appreciate a distraction. She's a little too old for this, but watching each other perform stupid dares should be entertaining.

So during the day, she writes a bunch of notes and slides them under everyone's doors. One also goes up on the fridge. ]

Are you looking for a distraction after yesterday's incentive? Are you just bored?
Come to the dining hall at 6 pm today!
There will be food and we'll be playing truth or dare!
- Chie Hori

[ As promised, there's food! The main attraction here is the build-your-own-parfait bar, but there's a nice assortment of other things too - yakitori made by Kyrie, Fern's mac and cheese, Sayaka's curry, plus a tea/coffee bar courtesy of Weiss. There's also a few bottles of booze Chie grabbed from the bar. Drink responsibly, please.

Have fun playing truth or dare, everyone! Remember, you can refuse a truth or a dare if you want to, but then you'll have to drink one of the shots of hot sauce Chie has prepared. Unless you're being asked to reveal what's in your envelope, then you can refuse without punishment. ]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

Sure, sure, I can do it!

[ Hmm, well... ]

I've got a son, Henry! Henry's a very kind man, like I said. Honestly, perhaps a little bit too much - the man's servile enough that he's okay with being married to the shrew of a woman he happened to marry. That's Calera, by the way. Anyway, I guess good and questionable mix to produce good, because their three grandchildren are gorgeous.

Ren's the oldest, he's several years older than you. He's a bit rough around the edges, but he happened to get James's good looks! He'll grow into his father's gentlemanly vibes eventually. Then there's Karin! Oh, dear Karin... she's a late bloomer in some ways, even if he body's really over-developed. She'd be about your age, actually! The spitting image of me, other than some bits she got from her mother. And then finally, little Anju. She's eleven or so right now, and you might mistake her for a doll if she was standing still, so long and pretty is her platinum blonde hair.

[bloodbiter]

They all sound lovely.

[But...]

You aren't fond of your daughter in law?

[matchbreaker]

Of course not! She's the worst!

[Adelina no, there is nothing but darkness ahead here... ]

[bloodbiter]

[And yet, here we go.]

What has she done?

[matchbreaker]

What hasn't she done?!

[ Inhale and- ]

Oh she's just the worst, the worst! She's always mouthing off and smirking like she owns the place, strutting around my manor like it's something that she built herself when I remind you that no, no, we did, me and James! And speaking of that, just because James said that she would be a perfect match for our Henry being more the assertive sort that's clearly not the case! She's so mean to him! Demanding to much, scolding him fort the littlest thing! Oh, I've seen her hit the man with a shoe before, even, can you believe that?! There's a difference towards being a tough partner for a somewhat soft man and being some overbearing tyrant of a woman! Honestly, she's probably the reason that Ren's ended up the way he has, with her condescending smirks and her low cut dresses, just because she's a little bit on the top heavy side! Is it any wonder that the boy can't respect women worth a damn with a mother like that? And I know she was the one who put a rock on top of my coffin last time around, I'm dead certain she was going to up and kill me! Not to mention that one time when we were young and she was trying to keep me away from little Ren--

[ . . . This can continue for several more minutes. ]

[bloodbiter]

[She does take a moment to process all of that, but once she has—]

...She hit your son with a shoe and attempted to kill you?

[Those two things definitely stand out.]

[matchbreaker]

Yes!

[ . . . On both accounts! See, you get her. ]

[bloodbiter]

How dreadful! Why would she do such a thing?

[matchbreaker]

Didn't I just tell you? Because she's the worst!

[bloodbiter]

And your son doesn't find this behavior troubling in the least?

[matchbreaker]

Oh he's just smitten with her, always has been. It makes the best men blind.

[bloodbiter]

...I will hope that he sees the truth soon, then. I'm sorry you have to deal with her behavior in the meantime.

[Anyways.]

Dare this time.

[matchbreaker]

[ She nods but FINALLY, HER TIME HAS COME- ]

Oh good, I've got an easy one for you! Go and do a handstand for me.

[bloodbiter]

[She nods.]

I have never done one before, so I'm uncertain how well I'll do...

[And then she goes towards one of the walls to give it a try. It's a pretty clumsy attempt, but she does manage it for a few seconds.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Hopefully he dress or whatever doesn't fall too much?

But she'll be watching, nodding approvingly... But when it's only a few seconds: ]

Oh come on, you've got to have more upper body strength than that!

[bloodbiter]

[I totally did not think about that but it's fine, probably.]

You did not specify how long the handstand had to last.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, yeah, I know.

[ :T ]

[bloodbiter]

So... Truth or dare, Elda?

[matchbreaker]

Let's call this the last: Truth.

[bloodbiter]

[She considers it for a moment.]

What is one goal you're looking to accomplish in your home?

[matchbreaker]

[ A goal...

Honestly, she simply never wants to be alone again. So she smirks to herself and, ]

I'm going to live long enough to meet my great-grandchildren.

[bloodbiter]

That's a wonderful goal. How long do your kind typically live, if I might ask...?

[matchbreaker]

I'm already quite old myself. The elder... he's got a good - over a hundred, less than two hundred I think years on me. Longest anyone's ever heard of living is four or five centuries though, outsider of true legends like -- well. True legends.

[ Spelling those out would tip her hand about what she is too much. ]

[bloodbiter]

I see. So - you could still live for over one hundred more years, if I'm understanding correctly?

[A small smile.]

I'm certain that you will be able to meet them. Your title is not Indomitable for nothing, after all.

[matchbreaker]

[ If she keeps her help up. But her cheeks color a little at that title. Indomitable. It still sounds os grand, so... well, flashy. But all the same, she nods, puffs out her chest, and she "ends" it by way of boasting:]

Oh no, I intend to live three hundred more years, at least!