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[ Merric / Lys / Ros / Sam ]


He had been looking at Sam, because it was easier; because to look at what was happening beside him was elliciting a confusing tangle of emotions that Merric did not want to even consider facing at the present moment and was, unfortunately, being forced to confront anyway.

His eyes strayed that way way, anyway, almost of their own volition. Merric's cheeks were flushed from a combination of embarrassment and alcohol and something else; he drew his hands into his lap and absently fiddled with a small silver ring on his right index finger. After a few seconds, after his chest tightened a little, Merric snapped his gaze gracelessly back to Sam, unable to do it with the ease he wished.

The truth night had not been all that wrong, it seemed. He had known that, somewhere, and couldn't find it in himself to do anything about it now, for a variety of reasons. It was really only setting into stone what had already been suspected, and yet...

He managed a faint smile to Sam, who had done nothing wrong, and said lightly, "I mean, I'm sure you'll put on a good one, you're a talented woman, I hear. And this young woman looks to be quite capable," he added, with a glance over at Brittney.

Lysander's question meant that they had finished. Merric's eyes moved back to him and found that he was still sitting bare astride Roswell's lap, both of them looking relatively flushed. It took a moment for the question to actually penetrate into his thoughts.

"Oh - " The flush deepened, as though Merric had only just become aware of his own clotheslessness and the private fact of his own little obsession, evident on his briefs and hand and discarded vest. " - I - the internet. It's startling how much you can find on there."

[ Rhys / Seren ]

No, no he wasn't ready for this. Rhys had been staring at a wall for the better part of this little activity, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do about a proposal. Whatever he might have thought about the dare he'd been given, he was the one who decided to show up so being a good sport was only fair.

It took a while, but when he was ready he got up and grabbed Seren's hand (once she was out of that hug), then tugged her toward him. "Right, so..." he started, obviously uncomfortable. "I know we just met and whatever but this place just got a whole lot easier to deal with when you showed up. I can't make any kind of grand promises but at least I can promise that whatever other shitstorms blow over this place, I'll be here. For you. If you'll have me, I mean." The dare included being "sappy," right? So at that point he got down on one knee. "What I mean is...will you marry me?"

Cue awkward pause as he looked up at Seren, obviously not sure at what point the dare was supposed to end.

[ Jolene - Everything Goes - Terror stricken noob ]

Dare or Dare? Jolene internally questioned the legitimacy of such a game, even as she was led along by her hand. She suddenly realized she was right back at the epicenter of the chaos and gulped anxiously as Britt was still trying to explain some things to her.

Some of what had been said was quickly lost to the dare that was brought forth to her. Her gaze followed the thumb over to Vash.

He looked like he had pockets. She looked increasingly concerned even though she was moving in his direction. One foot in front of the other.

OH GOD.

It wasn't until she was too close to chicken out that she realized his trousers were basically just painted on. She looked back over her shoulder to stare at Britt and emotively mouth a bunch of things at her that might as well have been just a string of swears.

She turned her attention back to the task at hand and stuck her fingers in his pocket while he was distracted. She thought it'd be a hit and run, but of course nothing was ever that easy. She had to grasp the edge of his pocket with her other hand to try and get leverage to force the first hand deeper. She kept her eyes determinedly on her hands as she shouted "SORRY" repeatedly, turning pinker and pinker each time she felt she had to say it again. This went on until, assuming she had his cooperation, her hand was firmly but most definitely squished into his pocket.

[ Roswell - Anything goes ]

This time, Roswell surrendered the jacket without a fight, entrusting it to Lysander with the knowledge that Lysander, at least, knew how important it was to him and had in the past proven himself consistent in this regard.

He had nearly been about to volunteer the jacket himself.

"I won't leave you here, sir," Roswell said.

[ October ]

Soleil snorted at her sister, grinning back at her shamelessly, though it wasn't as if Luna could see it, having whipped around so suddenly. "Moon Moon is also the subject of a meme featuring an incredibly clumsy wolf," she point out matter-of-factly, one slender hand coming to rest on the curve of a pale pink clad hip.

"Et vous connaissez le mur et bon que je ne le fais pas." She'd make a kissy face at her twin, before glancing around her at those gathered. It'd been a while since she'd given anyone a dare, and she needed a target.

Pale eyes landed on Nash's older brother, snuggled up comfortably on Melvin's lap, and she'd lift an arm to point a finger at him. "You. I dare you to strip down and run up and down the halls of all four floors of the dormitory."

[ Sam/Britt - anything goes ]

Brittney was in the middle of grinning like a cat that ate the canary while she watched her dare unfold wonderfully in front of her when someone wanted to dance with her. She turned, mentally debating whether she was going to be irritated that she had to look away from the dare she orchestrated, but figured dancing sounded like fun.

"I'm guessing this is for a dare but yeah, why not. Point me to the ******** that dared you though, so's I can dare them to sing the song we dance to." She winked.

[ Malkam - Anything goes ]

"I'LL KILL YOU," he said struggling against the guy, or girl, or WHOEVER IT WAS WHO'D PINNED HIM BACK.

At Mik's light touch, however, he rounded, Jorm still in his hands, his whole face red from fury and looking dangerously close to crying. The fight drained out of him, and he slumped in the arms of whoever had been holding him.

"I'll kill him," he said again, "Mik, knulla," and he talked miserably in sweden.
"Did he get you, he was too fast, I let him st-stick his tongue down..."

And he knew in a hot rush of shame, too, that he'd ruined the game, and he was still angry... Melvin retired to the laps of two other boys, like what he'd done was fine, like it was just a dare or whatever."

He gripped Jorm hard, who was all ready to fight and bared fangs. He hadn't even phased Melvin. Melvin could kill both of them, if he wanted to. Could do what he wanted. Take what he wanted.

"Are...are you okay?" Malkam asked, still shaking.