[TRUTH ROOM] and I wanna hear what you have to say about me

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[The Oldacon's found a room where one of the kitchens used to be. It's not remarkable in any way other than it's irritating non-kitchenness. There are some comfy chairs, a nice plush carpet, some reddish mood lighting-

-and a door that won't open again.]

Oh, you... come on. [He fights with the door momentarily, getting nowhere at break-neck speeds. He sighs and moves to sit in a chair, looking somberly around. He has no idea what the room wants, but it's not letting him go just yet.]


((OOC: This is a room that forces people to say truths they normally wouldn't divulge. You can only get out after saying one of these truths aloud for someone else to hear. The effects could last for as long or as short a time as you wish. Feel free to either bother Hal or just wander in alone or wotever.))

Comments

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Just once, I want to walk into a kitchen that is actually a kitchen.

[Raising one hand to his head, Liquid sighed in exasperation.]

...Hal?

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[This Liquid was new to him. The silver-haired man waved a little from his seat.]

Liquid. Though... [squints at him] Something's different about you...

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal...?

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

You stuck too, Emma? [slouching in his chair, just looking around the room, which kind of looked like one of those Oak Bar places]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He spots you in the room, and immediately looks away.]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[This is not a kitchen, and he still hasn't had his coffee. Sadness.]

[He spots the older Otacon.] Uhm... hi?

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

I wish I could put a sign on the door. No longer a kitchen, just a one-way door. [belatedly,] Hello.

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

Hey, Hal.

[He waves hello.]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[Fear walks in, holding a throbbing head. Jeez, it felt like an awful hangover with bad flashbacks. He hasn't even realized he's not in the kitchen.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[GLARING SO HARD FROM THE OTHER CORNER OF THE ROOM.]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[Walks into the room]

I kind of want roll around on this plush look carpet.

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

It does look like it would be fun.

[He smiles weakly at Alek, still holding his head.]

...Sorry about... you know.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Long time, no see.

[She smiled slightly. Although the last time she saw Pain, he seemed to purposely without information about Alek from her...she wondered if there was a way to get it out of him now.]

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

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[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

Evening, Dr. Emmerich.

[Wave and ooh this one is older than the rest. Interesting.]

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[someone who knows him... not unusual, all things considered. there were so many Hal Emmerichs running around.]

Mind the door. You can't leave now that you're in.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

I appreciate you help me with Fear but I still do not like sight of you.

[JUST TO MAKE SURE THIS IS CLEAR]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[This looks like a nice place to read a book in.]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[Brb trying to hide unsuccessfully from this Pain]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[Alek trudges over looking like he's just eaten a rotten ration.]

Claude...

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

[Tugtug on your coat Hal.] Mr. Hal!

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[looks down, smiles faintly] Little John.

[necdeus.livejournal.com]

So, another kitchen that escaped and left a strange room. How fascinating.

[injectingly.livejournal.com]

[Naomi stumbled in to the kitchen, still feeling bruises hardening on her arms and blood seeping from her lips (http://community.livejournal.com/fissionmailed/808368.html?thread=70685360#t70685360). More than anything, she needed a nice soothing cup of green tea.]

...

[She immediately turns and fights with the doorknob, but to no avail.]

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[watching] That's not going to work.