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[seaboards]

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

There have been a lot of riftfarers arriving lately. It seems like there have been more arriving than usual. So many different kinds of people from different kinds of worlds with stories to tell and experiences to give.

A little game has appeared on the shellphone network in hopes of getting to know just a little more about these otherworlders. You might find it on your shellphone as you’re scrolling through one day.

Tell the world two truths and one lie about yourself. And let others try and decipher which of the three is your lie. If they can guess right, perhaps you’ve been able to make a new acquaintance. Or in the least learn more about someone from another walk of life.

Comments

[deepstar]

Nope. Not the lie.

We left the party before midnight and just decided to go for it.

[octoblot]

[It takes... a moment before Azul responds again, as he had proceeded to message Leona to see what the lion has to say for himself.

Before midnight... then... it would have to have been soon after Azul had seen Leona in the garden outside...?]

is that so

[deepstar]

[ Claude's never acknowledged it, of course. But he's not unaware of some of those feelings. People don't pin Khalid as petty, but he is possessive. Just as much as Leona is, actually. ]

Neither one of us really felt like putting off something we both wanted, so yeah.

C'mon. Keep guessing.

[octoblot]

No.

I'm not interested in playing this game anymore.

[deepstar]

Your loss, Blue.

I enjoy these games.

[octoblot]

[There are... several things that Azul starts to type, because how fucking dare Khalid act so smug and shameless right now, as if all this was just a game too in terms of succeeding at winning over Leona before Azul could even tell him that he--

And then he stops typing, because something suddenly hits his shell-phone screen in his hands; a wet, dark liquid that's now obscuring the words, startling him out of his momentary rage upon seeing it, dropping his phone against his desk.

That's... his octopus ink from his mouth from gritting his teeth so hard, right? Not anything else that it might be just because he's getting worked up here... right?

Azul forces himself to take a breath, then two, before picking his phone back up and deleting everything he had been in the process of typing up to respond with. He turns his phone completely off and sets it face down against the desk before wiping his face clean.

... He needs to go back to work. He shouldn't be wasting his time on pointless games anyway.]