VOICE-TESTING POST

[paranomasias]

Hey there! So I have characters, you all have characters... and I need some experience threading with some of my characters! Help a guy out? I'm gonna put some headers for different characters in here, and then toss prompts up in response to them! They... will probably be entirely murdergame-themed prompts, I am a simple creature. Feel free to respond!

If you want to do something that isn't a listed prompt, let's plan something out quick and one of us can drop a Bespoke Starter in response to the character toplevel! I am, perhaps, A Sucker for things like. You know. Shipping. If a character isn't ota, I'll mention it in the umbrella! But please do contact me elsewhere for other prompts. We can figure something out!

Uh... have fun and stay safe out there?

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motive

[haemorage]

[ By all appearances, Tia had been pretty chill about this motive – well uh, as 'chill' as Tia can appear to be about anything but regardless, she still disappears for an hour or so after it's given out and only makes herself known again when she comes to track down Caius wherever he is and whatever he's getting up to. ]

Hey, shit-for-brains. [ (affectionate) (?!?!?!?!) ] How much'd you put away?

[ Because of course Caius has also been putting away food. There's been a surplus here the likes of which Tia has literally never even dreamed of seeing before, but she knows full well that could go away any any moment.

Like it already has, clearly. ]

[myoptics]

[When she approaches Caius, he's in the middle of breaking down and meticulously cleaning one of his handguns- that ridiculous capsule machine hasn't given him any ammunition yet, but that's no reason to slack on proper maintenance.]

Bubblebitch. [(affectiona-a-a-a-a-ate?)]

[(not physically hostile), at least]

[It's not that she's here. It's that she's here to see her own entries on his public profile.]

At least a few weeks' worth, with heavy restrictions.

[...That's not quite what she's actually asking, is it.]

You wanna share with all the runts once the main supply runs dry, don't you.

[haemorage]

[ rest assured, she Pretends Not To See It. ]

Yyyyyup. [ She pops that 'p' a little at the end. ] Figure it wouldn't be a great look to be sitting on a fat stack of food while they're going skin and bones. Last thing we need is to give anyone an excuse to have it out with us when folks are gonna be crabby and high strung.

[ You'd thing these people had never starved a little before. smh. ]

I think if we combo and stretch it out we'd manage a month just me and you, but... [ A pause as she clicks her tongue in thought. ] All of us? A week and a half tops. Maybe two if anyone else has anything stashed.

[myoptics]

[And if he were any more self-aware he would be grateful for that.]

Okay. But consider that if they're starving, these scrubs are gonna be even weaker than they already are.

[He is already pretty confident they could take anyone here as necessary? Which may or may not be accurate depending on who exactly we wanna drop into this theoretical cast.]

You really think anyone else here is gonna have the discipline to ration their own stuff with the group?

[haemorage]

No shit, dumbass. But think about it. If one of these clowns comes swinging at us anyway and we swing back and someone ends up dead, then that's not gonna be a great end to the week, is it?

[ See? It's just logical self preservation. Nothin altruistic going on at all. ]

Anyway. Even if folks aren't sitting on real food, I bet some of 'em have been hoarding snack bullshit from the machines. That'll do in an emergency, I think.

[ Which this definitely is. ]