[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.))

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[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She lets out a long sigh, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight hug]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[And, after a moment of hesitation... he returns it, clinging tightly to Emma.]

[He may or may not be crying again. It's hard to tell, with him repressing any sound and his face hidden.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Listen to me, Hal. I love you. I have and always will. But you need to stop this guilt.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Still clinging to Emma.] 's hard.

[He nods nevertheless. Taking a deep breath, he dries his eyes and attempts to calm himself down.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[She kisses his forehead] It'll be okay.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He attempts a weak smile, still not very calm, but feeling better than before.] Y-yeah. Thank you.

[He has told the oldest Hal before, to use the opportunities the Nexus provides. He needs to start following his own advice.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... I think I remember where there's still a kitchen. Coffee?

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

That would be great. I-I had been looking for coffee before I -uhm- got caught there, actually...

[After a pause.] ... E.E.?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

It's down this- hm?

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

H-how do you feel?

I-I mean... you were trapped there, too. Are you, uhm, alright?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Embarrassed. Said some things I kind of wished I kept to myself.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Oh... I'm sorry.

W-want to talk about it? [A pause.] I mean. I guess you did already, and don't want to, b-but...

[He wants to be there for you too, you know.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... just... don't like remembering certain things.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly, he puts a hand on your shoulder. Trying to be comforting, and waiting for you to say something else.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She indicates her leg] Just this stupid thing and everything it entails.

Sorry, my internet is made of fail D:

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He strokes your shoulder, pensive.] I-I think you're really strong.

My older selves... uhm. I d-don't always agree with them, you know. I'm sorry if they can't see that.

S'okay!

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She closes her eyes, holding herself slightly] Strong, huh?

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Yup. You've been through a lot... a-and yet you're so strong. [More sure of himself.] Still wanting to help Philanthropy, f-for example, and...

And you're a great big sister, too.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She smiles a little, sadly] I guess.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

... I'm n-not helping, right?

But... I really think you are.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

It's just... I don't feel like it. I feel alone. My Hal... it's like he doesn't know me, just knows the glass figure of me. The one he wants to keep safe.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Worried. And he can't help but understand his counterpart's point now that he knows the circumstances that got them separated on the first place, but he also knows what is to be looked down on.] ... What about here?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... Hal, to them, I died.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

... Oh.

[After a moment of silence:] Well, then... w-we will have to prove them wrong, isn't it?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She finally takes his hand, squeezing it]