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[aggressiveapathy]

Simple and easy! Here's how it goes:

1. POST a top-level with your character name

2. REPLY to other people's top-level with a question for that character

3. ANSWER the question you were asked

4. ASK a question of that person's characters in return!

We go back and forth like this asking questions in a thread until one or both of us runs out of questions!

QUESTIONS CAN BE ANYTHING. Serious or silly as you want! What does Jane think of (x)? What does Sarah have for breakfast? How many times a day does Alex masturbate? What's Tom's dream job? The only limit for questions is your imagination.

Replies can be as monosyllabic or as tl;dr are you want; it's up to you. Go wild kids!

Comments

[infomodder]

Leaving my spot behind the bait shop counter.

Which imPort has the most impressive power, in your opinion?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Laurie Collins. She could be a remarkable mass manipulator, and it would be so effortlessly done. Just imagine the cult following, the criminal activity committed in her name, for her attention.

Who are you going to turn to, when Crane inevitably hurts someone you care about?

[infomodder]

[Nose wrinkle at the mental image of a literal herd of Matthew Browns yelling for Laurie's attention, thanks buddy.]

I'll turn to myself and do whatever I deem necessary, should that happen. [Consult that Hannibal voice in his head, shh.] Who do you feel is your biggest threat here, Frederick?

[slightlyoffchilt]

At the moment? You. Crane is a ticking bomb, yes, but his explosion will do himself the most harm. Walt is... Emotionally difficult. Lucifer is unnerving, but ultimately I am not what he's interested in -- which grants me a certain liberty. Raina is enamored with me, and I respect her too much to do any real damage between us.

You're the only one here who can really know me. And you're the only one here with a history of courting psychopaths. I've done the math, Will.

[He was a calculating individual, after all.]

Do you understand that Crane has already set his sights on Abigail, and you've put me in a position where I cannot aid you?

[infomodder]

["You're a bigger threat to me than the devil," he says, and the reassuring thing in this instance is probably not to smile. Probably a bad idea—oh, no, there he goes anyway. Smiling, the nutball.]

I'm not sure I do. Did I put you there? Or was that exactly where you wanted to be so that when I gave you an opening, you immediately took it?

[Must be nice to sit under the shade of the "Technically I Couldn't Do Anything So I'm Blameless And Sticking To This Story Forever" tree.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Stop smiling, he nearly commands -- but won't, fearing that Will had already predicted that response. Consider that Will had predicted it, and still didn't care to mask his unregulated emotions. "You know what I can do," he speaks. "You should have saw this coming."

And perhaps Chilton ought to have seen it coming.]

I don't have many friends. [Spoken quickly, brusquely.] I had considered you among the few. But I won't let myself get killed. Your friendship implores a hazardous living.

Will I be able to trust you, once Crane gets himself convicted?

[infomodder]

[No need for commands, that smile falls away soon enough. Not having many friends, goodness, who else here can relate to that. Will Graham, empathizing with poor ol' Fred before he twists his lips, sports a look of tasting his reply. Mulling over what to say and how to say it before he spits. Poison, sweetness, something in the middle? Honesty is usually so bittersweet among them all, anyway.]

I'd like to think so, but I can't make that decision for you. [Especially since he doesn't know all the details about why he's in the dog house. But it's okay. He's used to being there. He's made it cozy by now, has a little heater and everything.] Do you want to be able to trust me again?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not sure how I can afford to. [It depends -- that's the tension string between his words. It depends. It's quite possible that Chilton will find himself in a position where he can't afford to spurn Will's fluidity and empathetic thing. It's quite possible that Chilton will need saving, and very few would be conceivably up for to task.

It depended if Will would offer rescue.]

I suppose we ought to end this round of questioning now.

[infomodder]

[He'll always be willing to open the door to his house, watch the dogs give Chilton a proper greeting, lose hot water for the next six hours, sure thing. Only there's no Jack Crawford for him to call, so there might as well be no one to call, to rat out any attempts at running as far and fast as one possibly can. So April and the rest of the house lose hot water for a little while, which isn't too bad. This still needs to get fixed! April and he did Easter, Fred and Raina better do Thanksgiving. But that's like four months away. Maybe four months of weird not talking to each other? Ugh.]

Suppose so. You know how to find me if you need anything.

[Call, text, drop by...or look in the mirror and say "I have it in mind to do something that could result in harm to Abigail Hobbs" three times. He'll Beetlejuice in like the angriest father penguin trying to keep his egg warm that anyone ever saw.]