oc asks that reveal more than you think
- Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?
- Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?
- Ask them to describe their love interest.
- Do they look good in red?
- Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
- Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
- Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.
- Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
- Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?
- What age do they most want to be right now?
- They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
- Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?
- Name one thing their parents taught them.
- Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?
- What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?
- If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?
- Do they like children?
- Kissing: tongue or no tongue?
- Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?
- What do they like that nobody else does?
- What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
- Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
- Stability or novelty?
- Honesty or charity?
- Safety or possibility?
- Talent or effort?
- Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?
- Would they date a fixer-upper?
- What recurring dreams do they have?
- What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?
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“Thank you,” her voice cracked slightly.
At his triumph, she grinned big and listened, nodding, getting the tools they needed and assisting. “I’m excited, sir. I knew you would crack the code without blowing us up, hopefully” she grinned again impishly, “If you do, you owe me a cool robot body to house my sentience for when the aliens come to take me away.”
He couldn’t help but laugh “I haven’t blown anyone up yet” he told her, smiling “not by accident at least.” He gathered some tools as he spoke, a large smile on his face.
“I’ll be sure to make you something awesome” he told her “do you want your robot body to be more human like, or more clearly a robot?”
Her shoulders wiggled in triumph when he laughed. Evil goal accomplished.
“Oh more robot-y for sure. Go big or go home, I say. What’s the point in being a robot if you just look like a person? Well, I guess unless for spy things and stuff. Like in the Twilight Zone."
When they finished, she stood and stepped back from the machine, watching.
“…Thank you sir.”
She was quiet for a bit, just helping where she could. She thought about the answer for a bit. How she’d been entrusted with it in the first place… balancing work for Hale and the Administrator. Finding out that she could, in fact, do tactical rolls in the face of an explosive projectile… not being seen caught or killed.
She looked up to make eye contact with him.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m pretty damn proud of my work, actually.”
He grinned “that’s what matters most” he told her “you’ve got to be proud of the work you do, otherwise, you’re just doing what you’re told.”
He turned back to his work after speaking. A few moments of quiet later and a small laugh could be heard “I got it figured out” he said triumphantly. Dell pulled his head out, and guided the other in front of the machine. He quickly began to explain what he thought needed to be done, pointing it out as he went along.
“Should only take a few more minutes, then we can test it out!”
“Thank you,” her voice cracked slightly.
At his triumph, she grinned big and listened, nodding, getting the tools they needed and assisting. “I’m excited, sir. I knew you would crack the code without blowing us up, hopefully” she grinned again impishly, “If you do, you owe me a cool robot body to house my sentience for when the aliens come to take me away.”
She nodded, smiling, at his affirmation that he was proud with his work. But then he continued and her face fell. She sucked air in through her teeth and shook her head.
“Mmm…maybe mom would be… big maybe…if she knew what I actually do. Not my… dad… though. He actually thinks I’m a maid in San Francisco or something, I forget what we’re telling him. Doubt he believes I actually work, anyway.”
She clenched her jaw, glaring, before zoning back into reality and glancing back at Engineer, mortified, “I’m sorry, sir, that was unprofessional.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle “you don’t have to worry about that around me” he assured her “I’m not exactly the most professional person either.” He reached out for a tool, and kept working “but I still get the job done, that’s what’s important isn’t it?”
Dell took a moment leaning back, inspecting his work. Then he turned to face her “are you proud of what you do ma’am” he asked sincerely.
“…Thank you sir.”
She was quiet for a bit, just helping where she could. She thought about the answer for a bit. How she’d been entrusted with it in the first place… balancing work for Hale and the Administrator. Finding out that she could, in fact, do tactical rolls in the face of an explosive projectile… not being seen caught or killed.
She looked up to make eye contact with him.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m pretty damn proud of my work, actually.”
“Woah really?? Your grandpa was R-rrrrrrreally the original Engineer?” She groaned internally. It was a lot easier to not let on that she knew things when she didn’t have to talk to people. Not that she knew much just some stuff on the history of the teams. No actual names other than Raddigan Conagher, and him only because some of the equipment at HQ still had his brand on them, “Well that’s not boring, sir. I think following in someone’s footsteps and improving on them is really admirable. I’m sure he’s very proud of you.”
He smiled at her “thank you. I haven’t seen him in a while, or spoken to him. Something tells me that he would be though. Not to toot my own horn or anything like that. I’m proud of my work, so I’m sure he would be too.”
He looked to the messenger and continued speaking “I’m sure your folks must be proud of you too.”
She nodded, smiling, at his affirmation that he was proud with his work. But then he continued and her face fell. She sucked air in through her teeth and shook her head.
“Mmm…maybe mom would be… big maybe…if she knew what I actually do. Not my… dad… though. He actually thinks I’m a maid in San Francisco or something, I forget what we’re telling him. Doubt he believes I actually work, anyway.”
She clenched her jaw, glaring, before zoning back into reality and glancing back at Engineer, mortified, “I’m sorry, sir, that was unprofessional.”
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RED Base- Badlands NM
Circa 1967
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The Messenger had survived the briefing by the grace of either God or the Administrator. Probably the Administrator. She had a way with words and unsubtle paycut threats that Messenger was 98% sure had saved her from some sort of mercurial death. Heh. Wait shit was that why the word was mercenary? Because of mercury- wait no mercury was the messenger god, she was thinking Mars and focus. Rubbing the rope burn on her wrists from being tied to the chair, Messenger kind of looked around awkwardly at the mercs still in the rec room.
“I uh, well… that was all I had but, uh, I’ll be back with… y’know, mail and directives and stuff. Um… well thanks for not killing me this time! I uh mean, any time. In general. Thanks.” she double finger gunned and backed out of the room, and into the hallway.
She didn’t stop moving until she had managed to find her way outside to where her scooter was waiting, certain that spy or someone would be following her. The moment her feet hit the red dust again, Messenger slid to sitting, leaning against the wall of the base. She pressed her hands to her chest to try and force her heart to stop having a fit.
“Breathe, idiot, we still have to get back,” she mumbled and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “hoo that went better than it could have though.”
He had stood in the back of the room, watching and listening as the meeting when on. He almost felt a bit sorry for the woman they’d introduced and had tied to a chair.
When it was over he stepped outside, and hearing a bit of mumbled turned to find her slumped against the wall. “You alright there, Sheila?” He asked, glancing down at her.
“HUAOGH!”
Messenger startled with a sort of, holler (? if you can call it that?) and dove sideways into a roll and duck before her brain processed Sniper’s words or tone. There was a long pause before she looked up, face now streaked with dirt. She gave him a very awkward smile.
“Oh. Hi, yes I am…goooood.”
Her face was red with embarrassment by the time she finished her words.
“Are you, also, well? I mean, not to say you don’t look good! you do- I mean healthy wise, you look alive and uh…”
Okay, time to shut up.
She stood with a grunt, smacking dirt off her shorts, “Sorry, yeah I’m fine. Just…”
Admitting terror probably not the best idea.She gestures vaguely instead.
Messenger early in her career: Oh jeepers I gotta be careful not to spill these little incidental things I know about mercs to them!
Messenger by 1970: [spitting blood] Sir you could eat my fucking spleen in front of my fucking eyes and you’d still get more fuckin intel out of a pet rock than I’m gonna fucking give you.
She puffed her cheeks and sighed “That is a really long, mostly classified story, but I can tell you that it involves my former place of work being literally swallowed by a rare Atlantic Colossus Eel. But the interested part… well I didn’t exactly have too many options being… me. And y’know, kinda wanted to get away from home so. Boosh.”
She went a bit quiet after that. She’d probably told him more than he wanted or needed to know already.
“What about you? Why Badlands and not NASA or something?”
“My stories a bit more boring compared to that” he chuckled “my grandfather worked for the first team as an engineer. I loved helping him, seeing him work, and eventually took after him. They called me to work in 1960.” He smiled as he spoke, it was something he had been proud of for a long time.
“Woah really?? Your grandpa was R-rrrrrrreally the original Engineer?” She groaned internally. It was a lot easier to not let on that she knew things when she didn’t have to talk to people. Not that she knew much just some stuff on the history of the teams. No actual names other than Raddigan Conagher, and him only because some of the equipment at HQ still had his brand on them, “Well that’s not boring, sir. I think following in someone’s footsteps and improving on them is really admirable. I’m sure he’s very proud of you.”
okay please reblog this if you are happy to write lengthy threads with long, complicated plots and multiple non-player characters, whilst driving the plot forward on a mutually-responsible, mutually-beneficial basis, sometimes winged and sometimes not, using the “yes and” technique to build a story
“Just a little stressful. Just a tad. And uh.. no. Mostly I kinda run and hope for the best. I don’t look like a threat and, coincidentally, am not a threat, so I can usually be pretty inconspicuous… ish. I mean more in a ‘walk up to people’s houses and apartments as a civilian and drop some mail or whatever. I obviously” she gestured to her bright orange and purple,”yeah, don’t blend in super much. I have a camo uniform for…specific people. But that and a tazer is kinda… it. And the scooter.”
She looked at him with a funny expression then crouched to help where he needed her. “Thanks… but it’s mostly just recklessness and a good paycheck. That’s nice of you to say though.”
“Suppose that’s true” he said, shrugging a bit.
He scooted over slightly, allowing some more room for her to see and help with his project. “How’d you get involved, by the way. What make you interested in working for Mann Co?”
She puffed her cheeks and sighed “That is a really long, mostly classified story, but I can tell you that it involves my former place of work being literally swallowed by a rare Atlantic Colossus Eel. But the interested part… well I didn’t exactly have too many options being… me. And y’know, kinda wanted to get away from home so. Boosh.”
She went a bit quiet after that. She’d probably told him more than he wanted or needed to know already.
“What about you? Why Badlands and not NASA or something?”
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