http://justhalnow.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] justhalnow.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2009-11-05 09:20 pm
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[TRUTH ROOM] and I wanna hear what you have to say about me

[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.))

[identity profile] injectingly.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I've certainly seen worse. Like the inside of a Patriot interrogation facility -

[She bites down on bruised lips. That was not something she'd intended to speak of to a near-stranger.

Naomi set her mouth into a tight line, and went to rummage behind the bar.]

[identity profile] injectingly.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
...I see. [Very inconvenient, because -] I've been lying about most of my life, for years. ...I had to.

[She'd thought she had to.

She scanned the shelves. No sign of a kettle, or even any teabags, but there was at least a coffee machine. She bent down to pick up some grounds.] Would you like some coffee, Dr Emmerich?

[identity profile] injectingly.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She flushes, not sure whether she's embarrassed by her own confession or by the fact that he'd somehow seen through her already. She seized on the change of subject.] You did? When did that happen?

[She notes the gesture - a surprising show of consideration in a nexus bar, though if her father or brother or Nastasha or any of the Snakes got sucked in here, it would be for naught.] Of course not. I'm making some anyway. It's not like I was ever going to get any sleep tonight.

[identity profile] injectingly.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
After my time, then. I know very little of Philanthropy - just what I've heard mentioned in the nexus.

[She observes his hunched posture - like a testudine poised to retreat within its shell. She scooped coffee grounds into a filter paper, finding it helped to have something to do with her hands.] Up to you. Before I met Snake at Shadow Moses, it had been a long time since I'd said much of worth to anyone.

[That hadn't even been the room. She'd wanted to say that much of her life. Perhaps because it was all too easy to do so in here - that made her feel a little...liberated.

From what?

From herself.]

/i forgot i never replied to this. sorry!

[identity profile] injectingly.livejournal.com 2009-11-11 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
...A few things.

Someone told me that in their time, I was one of those who brought down the Patriots. [That wasn't something she would ever smile or gloat about, but simply knowing that she could do it, that there was a world in which she had done it, made her feel peaceful and fulfilled.

Whatever it would cost her to accomplish that, she didn't care. It would be worthwhile.]