EVENT: TRUTH BOMB

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.

It’s an ordinary day—so not a very pleasant one. The weather is dreary and muggy, and the day’s lunch is a soup that’s a little too watery and bland. The griffons are being their usual level of noisy and swoopy. The work is its usual level of urgent and difficult.

But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.

Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.

The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.

A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.

Comments

[sulahnan]

She can't help but stare when he stands taller, heightening her awareness of just how very tall that is.

"You could snap me like a twig and I wouldn't mind...Ahem, yes. Scouting." She nods and, as an afterthought, holds out her hand in introduction.

"Athessa. You can call me Tess. Or...whatever you like."

[thorndergod]

"I could snap most elves like twigs and barely notice. You are all small. But I think most would mind. Most elves would mind, that is to say." Would anyone else really notice? Certainly if the elf was owned by someone the owner would mind, but in the South no one actually cared. They just pretended.

After a beat, he holds out his hand in return. "Thor, of House Asgard." While he doesn't think highly of elves in general, he won't deny that they're good at scouting. She's chosen, or been assigned to, a position suited to her race. "I am in Forces,Athessa."

[sulahnan]

The difference between most would mind and most elves would mind doesn't strike Athessa just yet, because during the time that her brain should connect those dots, her mouth is too busy saying:

"Oh, that's not--I wasn't meaning literally, I meant like, in a sexual way but you're right, we should just breeze past that, save us both the embarrassment. Smart. Forces, huh? That makes sense. Put all that strength to good use."

She nods through her rambling, then clamps her mouth shut to keep anything else from tumbling out. What is wrong with me?! Someone ought to gag me or something. He should do it. Oh, for fucks sake--