✨ two truths and a lie!

[icyspicy]

Username/Display Name: summer / 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 🐙✨
Server Channel: #general
Time: idk sometime in the afternoon

Well well, would you look at that? The place didn’t burn itself down while I was gone, though not for lack of trying. Or so I’ve been told.

Anyway, it looks like we’ve acquired some new faces in the last month. In the grand tradition of the hotel forcing us to get to know one another, why don’t we play a little game?

Is everyone familiar with “two truths and a lie”? It’s simple enough. List three things about yourself, one of which is not true. Others must guess which is the lie.

Here, I’ll go first.

[ TL;DR - We’re playing two truths and a lie now! Thread hop around and tag each other! Winter will be hopping around to play too, but if folks just want to chat with him now that he’s back that is also fine! ]

Comments

[netherese]

Of course not!

[Probably.]

This just so happens to be an area in which I have a great deal of expertise, and you well know me to be of a curious mind.

[astarion]

A very convenient excuse, I'm sure.

If you MUST know, then I think I'd pair well with a good vintage of Elturian grey. Not that I could tell you for certain. I couldn't exactly take a bite out of myself at the time.

[netherese]

I'll take that as a satisfactory answer. It does seem to suit your personality well enough. Well— seems we can still learn new things about our friends every day, hm?

[astarion]

Yes, but... I hope you mean the wine suits me, and not my life as a sharp, somewhat smelly cheese.

[netherese]

As much as I'd love to preserve that bit of mystery, yes, I did mean the wine, not to worry. You smell just fine.

[...

Maybe he shouldn't have said that part.]

[astarion]

[....lmao]

Oh, do I? Have you been picking up whiffs of my scent now and again when I'm unawares, Gale?

[netherese]

[Gods, why does he do this to himself.]

Considering how ripe the lot of us got trudging all over the Sword Coast without hope for a bath a tenday at the time, perhaps it's more the lack of smell, in this instance.

On that note, showers are by far my favorite modern fixture.

[astarion]

[Because he's a fool, but so is Astarion, so it's fine.]

I don't know what you're talking about. I always smell wonderful. [citation needed] Only the faintest whiff of corpse about me.

The showers are nice, I'll agree. But nothing beats a hot bath.

[netherese]

[CITATION NEEDED.]

Gods, I'll hardly argue that. Hot baths with cedarwood and lavender oil...

[astarion]

[HE SMELLS AMAZING EVEN WHEN COVERED IN BLOOD AND GRIME AND SWEAT--]

Utterly divine.

Now that I think about it... do you think a shower would constitute as a vampiric bane?

[Running water and all that.]

[netherese]

[His tent was right next to yours in the Lower City, and they bunked together at the Elfsong. HE KNOWS THIS IS NOT TRUE—]

Hmm, that's a very interesting question. I hadn't given that much thought, being a bit preoccupied with thinking of how to engineer such a thing should I have the good fortune to return to my tower in Waterdeep.

Is it a bane if the water is not naturally flowing? You managed well enough in the cistern, but I suppose that water moves at more of a slow crawl than a run.

[astarion]

I would think, perhaps, that it needs to be flowing at a certain speed. It's not like I've had the inclination or the chance to test it out, mind you.

[Acid damage is acid damage, regardless. No thanks!]

[netherese]

Indeed, hardly worth the risk. The price one would pay for being wrong...

[He winces. Acid damange.]

It shall remain a mere thought experiment for now! Fortunately, there are few things more exquisite than a well-drawn bath, and those are suitable for the living and undead alike.

[astarion]

For once, we agree on something. Mark your calendars.

["For once", he says, knowing it's an exaggeration at best. Still! Gotta give this man a hard time on a public network all the same.]

[netherese]

[He does, or else people might see and then think they actually like one another!]

Believe me, it's been noted. Surely, an occasion that will forever be remembered by generations to come.