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[solitaire]

_{( For once, Remy might actually be in his apartment. He's sitting on his bed, not in coat or costume but a simple cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's got a roll of cloth bandages, and is wrapping his hands methodologically. )}

Y'all really know how ta discuss, you know that? I'm very impressed.

_{( He's not, actually. He thinks the talking around such matters is a waste of time, and also a way to show the Initiative their hand. But he doesn't say so. )}

But I have ta say, all this bleak talk ain't really for me. Can't keep at it for very long. Désolé.

So, for those of you who care ta lighten the mood, here's a game. First player--that'd be me, I like ta deal--gives you a word. You say the first thing that comes ta your mind, after that. An' y'keep goin', over an' over, until someone cracks an' has ta ask the reasonin' behind your answer.

Whether y'tell 'em is up ta you.

_{( He laughs, to himself. )}

It's an option, anyways. If you don't wantta keep talkin' 'bout how unhappy y'all are.

_{( ooc / idk if this'll come up but if you want to threadjack and play with each other, i'm totally cool with that. )}

Comments

[freewoman]

[Her brows lift, and she pauses with a soft smile.]

Endless.

[solitaire]

Banishment.

[freewoman]

Home.

[solitaire]

Easy.

[freewoman]

Rabbits.

[solitaire]

_{( He chuckles, at that. )}

Kittens.

[freewoman]

[What is she supposed to do with a kitten?]

Babe.

[solitaire]

Yes.

_{( Chuckling, at that. )}

[freewoman]

No. [Because she has to argue.]

[solitaire]

Challenge.

[freewoman]

Knife.

[solitaire]

Throw.

[freewoman]

Ax.

[solitaire]

Lady.

[freewoman]

Silk dress.

[solitaire]

Ripped.

[freewoman]

[That gets a snort.]

Black eye.

[solitaire]

An' red.

[freewoman]

Fire.

[solitaire]

Burnt.

[freewoman]

Heat.

[solitaire]

Touch.

[freewoman]

Soft.

[solitaire]

Skin.

[freewoman]

Meat.