Truth or Dare: Nexus Edition

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer isn't quite sure how this madness started. The angels had opened up the council chamber for visitors and of course Beelzebub had started them drinking, then they got rowdy and people started joining them. Who had brought up the idea of Truth or Dare was unknown but it rippled through the amassing group to a uniform good idea, despite the objective nature of it being a disaster.

Then there was some vote that Lucifer missed where Galahad, Prometheus, and Belial were made judges to keep things in line. That might have been the most reasonable and sane thing since this conversation started. Chairs were rearranged to a big circle.. and all the chairs from the villa had been taken. It was crowded, specially when they decided the judges should have chaises to lounge on. This was some true ancient Greek style madness with the drinking and the topics that were sure to come up. Still, it was all fun and games, right?


Rules of the Road:
1. Top level with your character.
2. Note if you are opting this in as canon for Nexus. This may be done in top level or in individual responses (If there is any questions about this please seek out players OOC.. Discord, PM in Dw etc)
3. A character may only ask truth or dare of the same character once.
4. However, a character may ask as many different characters as they please.
5. Characters may ask questions without doing a top level. However the 1 per the same character applies
6. If your character is crossing threads for a dare, please link back to the original comment where the dare was issued.
7. When in doubt ask?

Comments

Opting in for Nexus canon unless otherwise discussed

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale should have left the moment chairs started being rearranged into a circle, but he is well into the stage of drinking where the long-term consequences of fun party games are not taken into account. So he sits and waits to be asked and will let future!Aziraphale deal with any potential embarrassment.

[skeksisheretic]

"Hello! Good to meet you. I am skekGra the Heretic!"

A friendly bird-lizard approaches Aziraphale, accompanied by a four-armed creature which looks like a cross between a reptile and a puppy. skekGra's drunk, but not on alcohol. He and urGoh brought their own urdrupe berries to the party for their enjoyment, so they're as excited as they come, even by skekGra's standards.

"I think I know how the rules work by now. Truth or dare?"

"Think...carefully," adds urGoh. The Mystic observes the proceedings with interest, in his slow way.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale looks up at the two beings with obvious curiosity. He's never seen beings like them, and both so different from one another, besides. Although there is something oddly familiar about that sort of contrast, now that he takes a closer look at them...

Oh! Introductions, that's right. "Hello," he replies pleasantly. "My name is Aziraphale." There are a lot of questions he'd like to ask the pair, but they are playing a party game, and skekGra is correct about the rules. "All right... how about truth, then? Ask me anything."

[skeksisheretic]

"And I...am urGoh...the Wanderer."The Mystic lowers his head slightly, his way of greeting Aziraphale.

"No time, urGoh! We have to play the game!" skekGra melodramatically clears his throat before he thinks of a question. urGoh's right that he needs to think of a good one. He owes this friendly angel that much.

"What are the angels like? In your world, I mean." skekGra only really knows about the fallen angels, and even then his knowledge of them is relatively limited. The ones he knows have been good to him, but he doesn't know anywhere near all of them.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale holds back a small smile at their banter. Yes, this is terribly familiar. He hopes he gets the opportunity to learn more about who they are before they part ways.

But first, the game! "Ah, as it happens, I am an angel, so I'm more than qualified to answer your question." He smiles brightly before his expression freezes, turning a shade nervous. Yes, he is an angel, but he's the exception to the rule. To describe angels as they are on his Earth would be... not terribly flattering. Oh, dear.

"Well... we are ethereal," he finally continues. "We have bodies, but this --" He taps himself. "Is merely a vessel for my true form. We are tasked by God -- the creator of our universe -- to watch over humanity. To encourage them to do good instead of evil." He pauses a moment and adds with a wave of his hand. "Broadly speaking."

[lanceofwar]

Abigor was instructed, by thier all too drunk lord, to meet the others here and learn them. It was with that in mind they approach the equally drunk looking celestial angel.

This angel, unlike the other fallen, has black, furry bat wings in high contrast to the blonde hair and androgynous, fresh faced youthful appearance. The one thing that stands out in thier modern dress is an incredibly crimson red leather jacket.

"You're Aziraphale?"

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale looks up at the sound of his name and immediately straightens, his posture having gone a little slouchy in the comfortable chair he's been sitting in, nursing his glass of wine.

"Yes, that's me," he says politely. He recognizes the other being as a fallen angel, although one he hasn't met yet. He's fairly certain he wouldn't have missed those bat wings. "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

[lanceofwar]

They offer their hand, laughing at the way the angel straightens. "Great Duke Abigor. I serve under Lord Beelzebub as head of the royal guard and... " They glance at Moloch. "...divine babysitter."

It was a duty they didn't mind, a necessary one. Though it did seem there was some benefit to Moloch having moments to socialize and discipline himself, or be disciplined harshly.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale shakes their hand, his expression warming at the mention of Beelzebub. "Nice to meet you, Abigor." He glances over at Moloch as well and winces in sympathy. "Ooh, I don't begrudge you that job in the slightest," he sighs, although there's no revulsion in his voice. One would assume that an angel would barely tolerate the presence of a cannibal, but Aziraphale sounds more sad about Moloch than anything.

Focusing back on Abigor, the angel regains his good cheer. "Anyway, I'm assuming Beelzebub sent you over? I hope he already explained to you that I'm an angel from a different universe."

[lanceofwar]

"Right now, it is as much for his safety." Abigor sighs heavily but puts on a smile. "He's angered my lord and they've been coming to blows."

That was the job Abigir didn't want, breaking up that fight yet again. They match the cheer if thier companion though, putting aside the less pleasant thoughts. "It was, but I knew of you before. No one enters or leaves the villa without my knowing."

Invisibility and a good amount of animal speech kept this angel well informed though they didn't pry in personal matters. "I was at the holiday celebration but on duty all night with Moloch."

[sohoangel]

That doesn't come as much of a surprise to Aziraphale. He can easily picture Moloch getting under Beelzebub's skin. To ask for specifics feels like gossiping, however, so he settles for another sympathetic look. "Well, let's hope that everyone behaves themselves this evening."

He blinks, although Abigor keeping track of the villa's guests shouldn't be much of a surprise, either. "Oh, that's a shame," he says sincerely. "It was such a lovely party, too." He pats the seat next to him. "If you can spare a moment of your duties now, I'd be delighted for your company."

There's the matter of the game, too, but he imagines that Abigor will bring it up if they're interested in asking Aziraphale for a truth or dare.

[tryingitall]

Honestly, unless Crowley is around, Aziraphale is low-hanging fruit where giving kisses is concerned. Balthazar doesn't even hesitate, simply bringing a decanter of whiskey over to top off the other angel's glass, and kissing him on the bridge of his nose while he's distracted.

"Thank you for being part of my dare." Grin. "Can I get you anything while I'm up?"

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale is about to thank Balthazar for the top up when he's interrupted with the sudden nose kiss. He goes briefly cross-eyed, then looks at the other angel in confusion.

Oh, it's a dare. He chuckles a bit. "Thought someone'd snuck a mistletoe crown on me again when I wasn't looking," he jokes. "No, I'm fine. Who dared you to kiss someone?"

[vliste_staba]

Deet has been dared to share food or drink with someone she hasn't met. For whatever reason, Aziraphale looks particularly soft and approachable, so he is the person she selects. Walking over to stand on the floor by his chair, she reaches out and tugs the corner of his coat, just in case he hasn't spotted her.

"Excuse me," she says. "Hello! I can't reach the top of the table where the drinks are. Could you please help me? You're much taller."

...granted, so is everyone else in the room.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale is a little bit in his own world at the moment, nursing a glass of whiskey and passively watching the party unfold. The tug to the corner of his coat pulls him back into the moment and he looks down, astonished by what he sees. That's a faerie! Well, best not to jump to conclusions, but the little lady strongly resembles his idea of one.

"Oh, yes, of course I can help you." He smiles warmly. "Did you need a... er, a boost? Or did you want me to fetch you something from the table?"

[vliste_staba]

She's not sure quite why he's so surprised to see her, although she might recognize the word faerie if he said it--not because she is one, but because he's not the first to think so. She certainly exudes innocent cheer in a way that matches children's tales of good fae, although her wings are tucked away just now. Aziraphale may also notice the cloak she's wearing, which is made of dark, thick black feathers.

They're Thnisko's feathers, in point of fact. Whatever else the two of them may be, in relation to one another, he's already very protective of her.

She smiles in response to his willingness to help her. "Well, either, I suppose? I'm not sure it's polite for me to stand on the table...but actually, I've been dared to share food or drink I haven't tried before, with someone I don't know yet. And I won't know until I look if there's anything there that I haven't tried. So if you'd like to share something with me, that would be wonderful! But even if not, I could use the help."

"Oh! And I'm Deet. That's my name. Hello!"

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale has not had the pleasure yet of meeting Thnisko, but the feathers give off a familiar celestial aura, one that has him giving the cloak a careful look. But soon enough, his gaze is back on the little lady herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Deet. My name is Aziraphale. I think it would be easiest if I help you up so that you could get a good look at all the offerings at once. It'd be more efficient than me describing each item to you."

He leans down, arms forming a kind of makeshift basket that Deet could settle into, if she chooses. Aware that this requires a certain amount of trust, he adds, "I'm an angel, like many of the others at this party. I'm also a connoisseur of human cuisine, so feel free to ask what's best to try."

[vliste_staba]

If she could see Aziraphale's wings, she would already realize who and what he is, but she has yet to meet an angel that doesn't wander around with them out and all over the place. It seems that it would be hard for some of them to get through doorways like that, but she has yet to see any have trouble. In any case, she doesn't have quite the knowledge base to identify an angel on sight--or by psychic feel--but there is something very wholesome and peaceful about him that she likes.

"It's nice to meet you, Aziraphale. Thank you for the help," she gives him a sunny smile.

She's already willing to let him lift her, even before he explains. Even if he didn't feel pleasant and wholesome, this place is safe as far as she's concerned, with Thnisko and his family in the same room with her. She brightens when he explains, though, settling in his arms and holding onto his sleeve for balance. "Oh! But where are your wings, then? Are you from Chaos like the others? I haven't met all of them, but Thnisko is my friend."

Maybe a little more than friend. Best friend? Romantic interest? Neither of them is sure yet.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale makes a funny little sound when she asks if he's also from Chaos. "Oh, no, my dear. I'm from a different universe than Lucifer and his court." Is it worth also explaining the theological differences to a being from another world entirely? He muses on that while Deet gets settled in his arms, but ultimately decides to answer her other question instead. "I keep my wings tucked away on the astral plane. I suppose I don't need to in the Nexus, but it's a force of habit at this point."

He smiles at the mention of Lucifer's son. "I haven't had the fortune of meeting him yet. He's rather shy, isn't it? Hopefully I'll be given the opportunity soon."

Moving on to the table in front of him, he carefully shifts Deet's weight to one arm so he can use the other to point out what food is available. "That's a bowl of mixed fruit: pears and peaches and plums. You can't go wrong with any of those, although pears are my favorite. That's a platter of assorted cheese and crackers. Cheese is made from milk, and it's one of the best human inventions, right up there with bread. And that's a bowl of potato crisps. A rather pedestrian sort of snack, very salty, but highly addictive. You'll want something to drink with them for sure."

[malcolmeffect]

Oddly opposite, in all white to Ian's all black, he looks like someone who might appreciate Harley's dare. He even based the song he sings randomly at this guest on the nickname he was given.

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale blinks up at the man who approaches -- human, so far as he can tell -- and sits silently while he is serenaded by a song whose lyrics he does not recognize, but melody that he has heard many times before.

"Ah..." he says when the stranger is done, before clapping politely at the performance. What sort of dare prompted this? "Lovely rendition of In the Hall of the Mountain King. What were those numbers that you were rattling off to the tune of it?"

[malcolmeffect]

Ian laughs when he's done singing because the expression on the other's face is amusing. "The first hundred digits of Pi."

[sohoangel]

For a moment, Aziraphale thinks of a different sort of 'pie', and Ian gets to bear witness to the expression of an incredibly disgruntled angel. "I see. And might I inquire who put you up to this dare?"

[malcolmeffect]

Ian wonders what the expression is for but then surmises maybe this person had encountered a dare, or an uncomfortable truth, in the past few minutes. It was the name of the game after all.

He looks around for a moment and points out Harley. "Uh.. she did. I was dared to sing a song about an equation."

[sohoangel]

Aziraphale looks over in the direction Ian points and immediately relaxes when he sees who it is. Harley comes with her own particular brand of teasing, but so far as Aziraphale knows, she's unaware of the pie reference. Truly just a reference to the number, then.

With a much warmer expression, he smiles at Ian. "Good thing you have that particular song memorized. A useful number, that, or so I'm told." He offers a hand. "My name's Aziraphale. Was that the extent of your dare?"