Fun, sex, and truth
Oct. 24th, 2003 01:22 amDuring the past few weeks, I've been having insanely much fun with a RP that might interest you,
mimine, and also
villainny (in case you haven't stumbled across it already). I'm playing Lady Lilith de Tempscire
the_good_one in a Discworld RP, and am impressed by my brilliant co-players each day anew, who are so amazingly in character (and pretty!) and come up with such incredibly hilarious concepts. And dialogues.
Oh, and it's slashy, too.
Behind the cut, I will tell you whom I'm sexually compatible with and will disclose the four truths and one lie about myself.
If some of you happen to talk to Sam, do tell him I've always liked him...
And here's the sad truth about me:
True: I used to have a pet bird spider but it was killed by my cat.
I did. The spider lived in a huge terrarium with a plastic covering, and the cat, which is about the smartest cat I've ever met, figured out how to open it. He had a lot of fun, I suppose, going on a real hunt. He sliced the spider open, and although the spider lived for three more days (my whole family, including Mum and Dad launched into frantic life-saving activities), it didn't make it in the end. I still like the cat, though.
True: I was given my second name only because my Granny thought my first name was too pagan for a Christian girl.
Quite self-explanatory, really. Granny was an old-fashioned Catholic, and my name is a very uncommon one, so there was no patron saint to take care of me. My second name is a proper Catholic one.
True: I've slept with the boyfriends of four close friends of mine, and they're still my friends.
Obviously, the Catholic breeding wasn't of much use, since I not only did it, but have never felt bad about it, either. One friend found out, two weren't technically in the relationship at that point, and one never knew. To my amazement, it never caused any problems, though. (Well. The first case was a bit tricky. But we handled extremely well - and extremely quick.) On the contrary, we had fun saying things like: "Told you he was a good kisser", and such. Um. Such...
So Not True: I'm fluent in six languages.
*applauds
laurelwood* You were extremely close: ...only because it's probably something like: "Mais non, it's only four languages, with a smattering of Welsh and Mandarin thrown in for good measure." It is only three, with a smattering of Mandarin thrown in for good measure. Alas, no Welsh.
I have studied more than six languages, including Ancient Greek, Esperanto, and Latin, but am so far from being fluent...
True: I once walked a dog that had its throat cut open.
When I was sixteen, I worked at a vet's practice, and one fine day, I had to walk a dog that had its salivary glands removed a few hours previously. It was a big dog (a Bobtail), and as far as I remember, had the glands removed because its owner wanted to stop it from drooling all over the place. Hm.
Anyway, I walked around the block with this huge, befuddled beast, whose throat and neck were completely shaved and who had a long cut, crudely stiched, all the way up its throat. And its fur was covered in blood. It looked rather like Frankenstein's (or Igor's) latest toy.
Nobody commented on this, but I received a few funny looks.
Oh, and it's slashy, too.
Behind the cut, I will tell you whom I'm sexually compatible with and will disclose the four truths and one lie about myself.
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If some of you happen to talk to Sam, do tell him I've always liked him...
And here's the sad truth about me:
True: I used to have a pet bird spider but it was killed by my cat.
I did. The spider lived in a huge terrarium with a plastic covering, and the cat, which is about the smartest cat I've ever met, figured out how to open it. He had a lot of fun, I suppose, going on a real hunt. He sliced the spider open, and although the spider lived for three more days (my whole family, including Mum and Dad launched into frantic life-saving activities), it didn't make it in the end. I still like the cat, though.
True: I was given my second name only because my Granny thought my first name was too pagan for a Christian girl.
Quite self-explanatory, really. Granny was an old-fashioned Catholic, and my name is a very uncommon one, so there was no patron saint to take care of me. My second name is a proper Catholic one.
True: I've slept with the boyfriends of four close friends of mine, and they're still my friends.
Obviously, the Catholic breeding wasn't of much use, since I not only did it, but have never felt bad about it, either. One friend found out, two weren't technically in the relationship at that point, and one never knew. To my amazement, it never caused any problems, though. (Well. The first case was a bit tricky. But we handled extremely well - and extremely quick.) On the contrary, we had fun saying things like: "Told you he was a good kisser", and such. Um. Such...
So Not True: I'm fluent in six languages.
*applauds
I have studied more than six languages, including Ancient Greek, Esperanto, and Latin, but am so far from being fluent...
True: I once walked a dog that had its throat cut open.
When I was sixteen, I worked at a vet's practice, and one fine day, I had to walk a dog that had its salivary glands removed a few hours previously. It was a big dog (a Bobtail), and as far as I remember, had the glands removed because its owner wanted to stop it from drooling all over the place. Hm.
Anyway, I walked around the block with this huge, befuddled beast, whose throat and neck were completely shaved and who had a long cut, crudely stiched, all the way up its throat. And its fur was covered in blood. It looked rather like Frankenstein's (or Igor's) latest toy.
Nobody commented on this, but I received a few funny looks.
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Date: 2003-10-24 02:08 pm (UTC)I'll just melt it and try to send it off via phone cables, shall I?
I'd gladly award you a drabble, if I'll manage to produce a decent one. Give me a name or theme, and I'll give it a try, OK?