[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

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[HE'S JUST CHILLING ON A CHAIR, IGNORING YOU]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[SHE'S JUST STANDING HERE, WISHING FOR YOUR DEATH.]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[HE ISN'T DROPPING DEAD. TOO BAD FOR YOU.]

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[from his chair, in his best condescendingly parental tone] Now, children.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE]

[HOW ABOUT NOW?]

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[NOPE.]

[He turns to Otacon.]

I'm ignoring her, what else do you want from me?

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[SHE'S STILL GLARING AT THAT BASTARD.] I'm not doing anything.

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

Oh, nothing. Just with some much glaring, I wanted to make sure the room didn't make certain people mute or something. [waves dismissively] Carry on.