[OPEN] TRUTH OR DARE PARTY AIN'T LIKE ANY OTHER PARTY

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WHO: Sarona and everyone else. It's a free for all.
WHERE: Floor Lounge of Aube Dorm
WHEN: Late Night January 18th
WHAT: LATE NIGHT GAME PARTY. TRUTH OR DARE OR TRIPLE DOG STARE.
WARNINGS: HIJINKS. Language, kids doing stupid things for fun, possible light age-appropriate sexual content, but it should be warned for (keep it PG13 and below!)

Everyone should have received the mass IRIS message earlier that day:
One week down and more to go
Catch a zombie by the toe
If you're scared don't let it show
Dare to act or tell all you know

Join us for Truth or Dare in the communal lounge of Aube Floor 1.
Food and drinks will be provided, but there's always room for more.
Fun starts @ 8PM. Later you are, the harder the dares.

Anyone who decides to join in on the fun will find the communal lounge set up with couches, chairs, and tables placed around the edges, to make the center of the room open for people to move through. Subs, chips, a fruit and cheese platter, and unopened cans and bottles of soda and water on their own separate table. On another table is two unused fishbowls with strips of paper and pens next to them. On one fishbowl is written: Put name in bowl.

Sarona is going to wait until eight o'clock on the dot to start.

"So here's the rules. You ask 'Truth or Dare?' They answer 'Dare' or 'Truth.' Don't come up with anything that'll get the RAs on us, okay? You get one refusal, that's it. Otherwise you agreed to be here and you agreed to the game, don't chicken out on us."

And then she grabs the fish bowl and holds it up for everyone to see. "If you don't know who to pick when it's your turn, pick a name out of the jar. If you only call on your friends and/or enemies, you'll have to pick a name out of the jar. No breaking off into little groups. That's boring."

She sets it down and then gives a little grin, "Now let the fun begin."

{OOC: Have fun! Make your own prompts as the darer or the dared, etc, in the act of completing a dare or telling a truth, it's all good! This is a completely open log. Again, warn for any potential sexual content, violence, or disturbing content.}

Comments

[made_up_names]

Good job Peter?? Mission accomplished.

But yeah, he’s in for it now. Probably. As much as he is mostly okay with that, he. Uh. Thinks a dare might be dangerous! Very, very dangerous right now, and he just got a girl to ask him to the dance. Better not risk that immediately.

“Truth,” he says after a moment. “I think if I picked dare right now I’d probably regret everything.”

[heromedal]

"E-" Peter is granted the smallest hint as to what exactly Rex is doing to dare him to do when he gets the chance, with the single syllable revealing it at least starts 'e.' But Peter defies expectations by asking for a second truth.

Well, that falls within his calculations too, but he was really looking forward to that dare.

Without missing a bit, Rex leans in some more, his customised extra large personal bubble set aside for a moment. Of course, this means he's actually sort of. Hanging over Peter. It looks like the Grinch is picking on Max.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Though he adds, with what would be playful on someone else's lips but sounds sadistic coming from his- "Aside from the dare you gave me."

[made_up_names]

If you were going to make him eat something, Rex, you might regret those results. Peter’s spider stomach is made of iron. Except when it comes to peppermint.

But - more importantly, it sure looks like Peter is regretting not taking dare just now. He pales at Rex’s question, suddenly hunched in on himself. He was expecting to be asked a secret - which this would be, as well, but he was going to try to deflect him with something else. Not. This. God. For a moment he’s tempted to ask Rex if he’s sure, does he really want to ask that? But after how embarrassed Rex was by Peter’s dare, he feels like he really doesn’t have any right to ask for mercy.

He’s still silent a moment more. Eyes cast down, loomed over by Rex. Thanks, Rex. Eventually, when it looks like he might not actually respond, he looks up finally to meet Rex’s gaze. “I killed my uncle,” he says. Voice soft. Eyes sliding away from Rex’s as soon as the words are out.

[heromedal]

Rex's chronically low opinion of humanity had assumed that there would be something. But Peter seems a pretty good kid, which is very high praise from Rex. He was expecting that maybe he stole something or accidentally injured someone with those powers of his.

He works out that things will be darker than that very quickly and his own smile drops back to his neutral frown automatically. Oh. No no no. This is why he's not allowed at parties, he just drains the life out of everyone and everything and if he was even trying to be fun, to get involved. Looks like he should cut all that out. Look at Peter's face! He rescinds his loom, hands slipping into his pockets. It's an indication of how grim Rex's thoughts are naturally that he already thinks Peter is about to confess to murder.

Which is why he doesn't wince or widen his eyes. He doesn't say a word for a moment, once again showing that tell of his where he touches the beauty mark above his lip. Like it's a button to make thoughts. Eventually, he concludes-

"If you don't want to tell me more I understand," he replies as calm and composed as he usually is, the hot embarrassment of his prior dare cooled by the chilling revelation. He takes care to ensure it's not tentative when he puts one of his gnarly hands on Peter's shoulder. "But based on my knowledge of you as a person, I suspect I don't have all the pertinent information."

Frankly, he doesn't think Peter could actually kill someone. Not as he is. Not intentionally at least and that's hardly killing at all.

[made_up_names]

Peter has done both of those things - accidentally, on both counts - but it's sure not where his head goes. No, when Rex mentions the worst thing, of course it's Uncle Ben. There's nothing else it even could be.

He's not going to give Rex the whole story. No one on the planet has the whole story except Peter himself, and if Orihime and Héctor and Aunt May aren't getting it, Rex sure won't. But. He earns points for being calm first, and respectful of Peter's feelings second. Clearly he's not demanding answers, and that ... hell, that goes a long way with Peter.

"You don't," he admits after a moment. "I didn't - I didn't mean what happened. To him. But it still happened, and if I'd chosen differently, he'd be alive."

Not murdered in an alleyway by a lycan for the crime of searching for a missing nephew who refused to stay safe at night, despite them having fought just earlier that same day.

[heromedal]

"Ah."

Rex manages to fit a huge amount of meaning in that little noise and accompanying, knowing nod. It's a sound of familiarity and acceptance, casually made. Apparently, Peter has said all needs Rex to hear. There's a lot he can extrapolate from the way he phrases it, giving that sense it wasn't an action exactly direct at his uncle. It's not a dark place that Rex visits often. It's where he lives. Rex's own brush with tangential responsibility for the death of a loved one is even less direct- merely by being someone his mother wanted to protect. Being a burden. But when does guilt have to be logical? When does anything to do with death?

Of course, the fact that the quiet unceremonious response goes a long way in explaining why exactly Rex is the way he is is intentional. Because even now, even hating himself for it, it seems a good way to trick more goodwill out of Peter. Same for his respectful manner. Forcing the issue would surely just cause him to retreat.

The fact a long howl in his heart just doesn't want to hurt Pete anymore is ignored.

"You've already told me more than I had the right to ask," he states it as fact. It really is. A guy like Peter shouldn't be talking to Rex at all, but life isn't fair is it?

He makes a soft sighing sound, "goosh". His fingers squeeze just a little bit on Peter's shoulder before coming away, slipping back into his pocket.

"...We can stop playing, if you like."

[made_up_names]

Even if Peter ever does work through his responsibility for Ben's death - even if he finds peace on that front - that guilt is going to live with him forever. There's no drowning that little voice out with logic. If he'd come home sooner and not been angry about their fight. If they hadn't fought in the first place. If he'd listened to his uncle even before all of this happened...

Well, regardless of Rex's reasons, Peter appreciates Rex not forcing him to talk about it. He wasn't sure how Rex was going to react, honestly; quiet acceptance is about the best he can hope for. And if Rex just wants goodwill or doesn't want to hurt Pete, or some combination of both, that's fine too.

Anyway. It all got real heavy real fast, huh? He rubs at his neck after Rex lets go, looking up at him again. "What were you gonna dare me to do?" he asks. "You sound like you had something in mind."

Not. Necessarily offering to do it but. It's a peace offering? Not quite continuing the game.

[heromedal]

Rex knows that one. It's hard being the smart guy logic man and also... not, all the time. Being able to think of so many variables just means you can think of all the ways you could have gotten a new result in the past, but you can't do anything about that now can you? Just let the stain fade, but never disappear.

It seems so incredibly awful now they've had that moment Rex rubs repeatedly at his cheek and seems to have looped right back into embarrassment. Though now it's more actively his own damn fault, but he does relent and mumble out his planned dare.

"I... Was going to use magic to make some snacks look like flies and make you eat them on camera," he absolutely cannot look Peter in the eye as he explains that. He'd said everyone always asks him if he's got the gross stuff and exposing the world to a fly eating Peter would have been great revenge! Fun and funny!

But no, someone had to say 'truth.' Geeze.

[made_up_names]

That ... actually cheers Peter up a little? Probably because his sense of humor is equally demented but. Look. He'd vine the hell out of it if Vine still actually existed.

"Seriously?" he says. "You can do that with magic?"

Since he's not actually eating flies, he doesn't see how this isn't a win-win for him.

[heromedal]

Okay, this is good. Get back on track. Pretend to be the Good Friend, except he's only pretending he's pretending and actually is trying. Rex's head is a hard place.

"Yeah. The fruit platter has raisins and they're nearly there already," he points over to some to illustrate. The same pointing motion adds a quick and dirty illusion, probably putting at least one person off the snacks. Doesn't hold up to close scrutiny, but blurry video? It would absolutely work. "And I can do sound effects very easily so..."

His other finger swirls in a small circle and Peter can enjoy the sweet sound of BBBBZZZZZing out of nowhere.

[made_up_names]

Rex sweetheart. Have you tried just being friends with Peter. It might work better than you think.

But - okay, wow, he's impressed. Mostly because his own magical abilities are blisteringly shitty, outside of his spider-powers, but hey. Still impressed.

"Okay, yeah," he says after a moment. "That oughta work well enough for a video or something."

[heromedal]

He's gonna need some of that sweet sweet nectar of character development for that, Pete. He's pretty sure he's unlovable scum.

"...Wait, you want to do it?" Rex had just assumed Peter was asking to change the topic and possibly force him to do his own dare instead.

[made_up_names]

He's not mean enough to force Rex. Maybe savvy enough to talk him into doing it together.

"Why not? That sounds hilarious." He's down for it, okay.

[heromedal]

He lets out a long sigh, but it's a very 'what am I going to do with you' sort that might just, barely be considered a very small and quiet laugh.

"Okay. We should do it so it looks like I've caught you doing it, right?"

He doesn't really know what. Funny is. He wants to learn.

[made_up_names]

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Gotta sell it." Otherwise he just looks like a weirdo. More of a weirdo. Gotta make this entertaining.

[heromedal]

"Hah." He really needs to practice his laugh- just the little one there sounds like a super villain laughing at the hero getting ready to fight in the first act when a curb stomp battle is coming. "Okay, let's do this."

Since both of these simple spells take one finger each, he ends up throwing out a peace sign with one hand and his phone in the other hand. "I'll come in from behind and circle around."

[made_up_names]

Look, as long as Rex doesn't actually turn out to be a supervillain, it's all good.

"Cool. I'm on it." Peter's not like ... a great actor or anything, but eating food is about as easy as it gets. He's got this.

[heromedal]

He's trying very hard not to be one. Which is not a thing most people have to do. But he has been trying since heaven told him to be a hero.

"Three, two, one," he counts out for Peter's sake as he steps backward and begins recording. Gives a moment for Peter to start eating and then, slowly and smoothly, circles around to catch Peter in the act (pun intended) of filling his mouth with apparent flies. "What're you eating, Peter?"

Rex's tone doesn't modulate much, which helps him in the acting front.

[made_up_names]

Peter does a pretty good bug-eyed look. He sort of freezes, staring at the camera, and mumbles something. Sounds like. Uh. Well, he's not sure himself, but it definitely looks guilty.

[heromedal]

"Pies?"

Rex moves the camera back and forth from the raisin flies, quick enough they can't be easily examined but that what they supposedly are is clear.

"Oh. Uhm. I'm gonna go-"

And Rex deliberately makes a fumbling mess of putting the phone away, recording a little longer in the process. Perfect chance for a last comment from Pete.

[made_up_names]

Right, make it snappy. Something quippy.

"What? What's wrong? Don't spiders eat flies?"

Nailed it.

[heromedal]

Rex clicks the recording off, stepping beside Peter before he pushes play so they can watch their masterpiece.

"Heh." He lets out that same, sharp laugh, followed by another. And another. Three seems his limit, but his grin is a lot less sinister than usual and his cheeks have gone a slightly rosy colour. "That's funny."

And he says that like it's a rare treasure.