MEME 001: Truth or Dare

[seizeyoursouls]

TRUTH o r DARE


RULES
01. ) Post a new comment for each character.
02. ) Other characters will come up and comment with, "Truth or Dare".
03. ) Your character will choose ICly.

♥ For all truths, they will find that they can't lie.
♥ For all dares, they must complete it or otherwise, they must face a terrible consequence. This song will be stuck in their head. Over and over. Forever.

Or at least until they complete their next dare.

04. ) GO BACK AND FORTH FOREVER!!

Comments

[perfectionisms]

You don't even know how the game works. You just lost the game, Miles Edgeworth.

[ Outdated internet memes ahoy! This is SPARDA Ace Attorney!

... welp, wrong icon. ]

[prosecutory]

...I'm quite sure one asks the other to choose between a truth or a dare, instead of choosing for them.

[WELL EXCUUUUUUUUSE ME, PRINCESS. Will you be happy if he just decides to roll with it and brace himself for the consequences?

Just...staring at you right now, not because he lost the game, but because what is truth or dare WITHOUT THE TRUTH...

And pfffft I imported all my icons and now 85 of them will be inactive for a while...]

[perfectionisms]

To which you would definitely choose truth, which would make this whole activity so boring that it would cease to be a game.

[ I'M NOT A PRINCESS. I'M A QUEEN.

She is so serious about that point, it's almost laughable.

I only found out that you could import icons yesterday... whoops.]

[prosecutory]

[...why are they taking this so seriously even. I think they'll just spend this time arguing over the mechanics of truth or dare instead of actually playing it.]

The game is called Truth or Dare, which means I am free to choose truth if I wish. [Which means he's free to make this thing boring.]

[perfectionisms]

[... because... there's no interior decorating or rose bushes to pick on.]

The game is essentially a game. If you're not going to make it fun for everyone then why are you still participating in it? [NO U.]

[prosecutory]

[Which means they should pick on all the games. Next should be Monopoly because what are property and labor laws.]

Choosing truth does not necessarily make this game tedious. [It also depends on what kinds of questions you ask like DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANY OF THE WOMEN IN DEATH CITY]

[perfectionisms]

[Let's pick on Bop-it too!]

Of course not. It's you who makes this game tedious, not the choices.

[WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT WE'RE NOT IN GRADE SCHOOL NO MORE not that Franziska ever went to grade school welp.]

[prosecutory]

[And Snakes and Ladders? ALL THE CHILDHOOD GAMES.

He sighs.]

That would depend on the sort of question you would ask and the answer I would give.

[perfectionisms]

[That game is unrealistic. One of those ladders is a stepladder. It should be called Unrealistic Expectations: Snakes and Ladders + 1 Stepladder.]

And your experience with dares would depend on the kind of dare that I have yet to give. Why don't you give it a chance, Miles?

[prosecutory]

[Snakes and Ladders and Stepladder? But the rules are still the same?]

...

[Sis has a point. He finally gives her a small nod (and hopes he won't live to regret it).]

Very well. Dare.

[perfectionisms]

[It's Unrealistic Expectations: Snakes & Ladders + 1 Stepladder. GET IT RIGHT.

AND FRANZISKA CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS GLEEFUL FEELS.]

Heh...

[prosecutory]

...Well?

[OKAY OKAY and he has a bad feeling about this, but he won't show it. See the crossed arms? LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH.]

[perfectionisms]

Wear your cravat on your head... like a pretty ribbon.

[So she can snap pictures of it... treasuring the memories.]

[prosecutory]

[...and there goes his LET'S-JUST-GET-OVER-IT attitude.]

Wh-what? [Yes, he heard you. This is the kind of "what" that means, "I heard you but SHUT...UP."]

[perfectionisms]

I could tie it on your head if you wish.

[WHY COULDN'T PAPA HAVE BROUGHT HOME A LITTLE SISTER INSTEAD? :'C]

[prosecutory]

[TOO BAD. HE ALSO DIDN'T BRING YOU A PUPPY INSTEAD.

He sighs in exasperation, closing his eyes briefly as if praying for a miracle to happen.]

Nngh...all right. But I will take it off immediately after. [He unties his cravat slowly, and looks at it for one second before beginning to tie it onto his head. Miles feels like he's gift-wrapping himself.]

[perfectionisms]

[What is this urge to suddenly text someone with her celphone. Oops, she pressed the camera button while Miles' hands were still on his head. Oops.

NEW CELPHONE WALLPAPER GET!]

[prosecutory]

There.

[And just a second or so after finishing the ribbon over his head, he quickly starts undoing the cravat. He doesn't even notice that Franziska has taken a photo with her phone and really does think she got an important message.

Soon that cravat is back on his neck where it belongs. And he's glad that's over.]

[perfectionisms]

See? That wasn't so bad, was it?

[ And the only sign that she took a picture is that smile on her face. ]

[prosecutory]

...I suppose not. [Wow, sis, this must've been a really big deal for you or something.]

You seem satisfied, at least.

[perfectionisms]

Very satisfied.