[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

[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]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He squeezes back, and offers you a smile.] I-it's going to be alright. You told me.

Let's... let's go get that coffee.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Coffee's good.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] W-where's that kitchen you told me about?

I'm, uh, kinda hopeless as a cook but... I can fix us a sandwich, too.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

This way. [She leads him down a hall] I hope it's still a kitchen, anyway.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[A nervous laugh.] A-after yesterday's kitchen, and this morning... Yeah.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[She coughs] Okay. This should be it. [She peers in] Kitchen. Yes.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Awesome! [He follows you inside.] L-let's hope it doesn't do any tricks.

[He opens the fridge.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[She gets to work on the coffee]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

W-what do you want on your sandwich, E.E.?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Turkey, mayo, carrots.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. [He starts to work on it.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Work you stupid piece of... [Now time for Emma grumbling at the coffee pot]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

I-is there any problem?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

There won't be if it starts percolating n- ha! [She smiles as it starts dripping coffee goodness out]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He shivers a bit at the smell, and pauses his sandwich-making endeavors for a second.] That smells so good.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Brewing coffee, oh yeah.