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Date: May 30, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public! Come and arrive, we're playing.
Summary: Truth or Dare?

Following up on an idea she had had a few days ago, Kirby had slipped small notes into people's rooms before she had goen down to the bar, inviting them to join her in the bar for drinks and a game to better get to know each other - considering they were living in the same place, after all.

Now she was sitting at the bar over a glass of beer, playing with the empty bottle. Jan sat across from her at the table. She had not informed him of the game she had planned, but simply invited him for a drink. He didn't seem the type that would purposefully seek entertaiment.

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Raphael nodded his acceptance of the dare. "Excuse me..." He moved from where he was sitting to stand in the space a few feet from the table. Just as when he showed Dustfinger, he let his aura extend but this time he let it shine a little further than before, as far as his human corporation would allow without being destroyed. Holy holy holy is the Lord God Almighty thrummed in the air around him and he began to sing with it.

Or maybe every sound in Heaven had joined him. Maybe Raphael had become the song itself. In any case he sang with everything he had, not holding back, letting his voice join with the song inside of him.

Then he sucked back in his power, red hair falling in front of his face, breathing heavy. "Is that okay?" he asked.

"It wasn't precisely an aria, but I think we can let it pass," Atlan said. "Bravo."

"Thank you," he smiled, returning to his seat. "Don't forget I have cake!"

Raphael moved to give the bottle a good spin... and it stopped, pointing at the space between Jan and Murdoc. He looked over at Kirby, silently asking what to do. His wings folded against his shoulders as if in confusion themselves.

"Try again," Kirby suggested.

He spun the bottle again, looking rather sheepish. This time it actually pointed at someone and his cheeks colored.

"Kirby?" Human corporations could be such a bother sometimes. Well, she is very pretty. "Truth or Dare?"

Kirby smiled brightly at his reaction. "Truth," she said.

Raphael had fully intended on asking if she had ever been in love. Not that he couldn't have tried to sense it of course, but he didn't want to use his powers for such a fun game. Instead, completely missing his brain-to-mouth filter he blurted out, "Do you have any children?"

His cheeks brightened until they were the color of his hair. Yeah, someone just come discorporate him now, thanks.

Kirby's smile grew a fraction wider as she noticed his blush.

"Not to my knowledge," she said. "And I think it'd be hard to miss."

"Well yes, I'm sure you'd notice if there were little Kirbys running around. Because... because they'd look like you. Which is not to ah, imply anything I just ah, meant because they'd be beautiful. Well all children are beautiful what I mean is... ah..." He facepalmed, blushing furiously. "That's a good enough answer," he stated flatly.

And well, if the Healer of God was attempting to sink into his seat and disappear he had only his human corporation to blame.

Gabriel gave him a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"My human corporation is being bothersome," he mumbled quietly, still obviously embarrassed.

He didn't get it. Rose was certainly beautiful and he's seen her undressed and his corporation hadn't reacted this way. He reached over and took a slice of cake, trying to appear focused on the chocolate.

The Messenger frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

Kirby gave Raphael a particularly sweet smile.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm told pregnancy is pretty hard to miss as well."

She spun the bottle. It pointed at Gabriel when it stopped.

"Truth or dare, Horatio?"

"I don't know. My corporation is acting weird," he said. And just when he thought he couldn't get any worse, his heart started pounding when she smiled at him. Oh for the love of cheese nips...

He got back to his cake, grateful when the attention was turned away from him.

Gabriel wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders, wondering if the cake was safe. It didn't smell bad.

"Er. Truth?"

"What's your wingspan?"

"About five metres," Gabriel answered.

"Big birdie," Kirby said.

"Your turn."

The Archangel laughed. "Well, I don't make nests - unless pillow nests count - or lay eggs."

He spun the bottle, which pointed to Loki. "Truth or Dare?"

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"Dare."

Let's bring some fun into this..., he thought as he gave Gabriel a challenging grin.

Gabriel grinned back, thinking of everything he'd read about Loki. Asking for every shape Loki was capable of would probably take far too long.

"You can change forms, can't you? Would you show us your least favoured form?"

"By me or by others?" Loki asked. "Because really, as far as I'm concerned, they all have their uses!"

"By yourself."

Gabriel laughed. If Loki had chosen Truth, he'd have asked if the Norse god had ever regretted what he'd done to lure Svaðilfari away; being pregnant with an eight-legged child certainly didn't sound nice. "Hmm. Which form do you use least often, then?"

Loki shrugged out of his clothes to take on bird shape. If anyone objected to seeing a nude male before he changed and after he changed back, that was their problem, not his.

He took a short flight once around the room, lit on this chair's back and squaked at Gabriel to as if he could change back now.

Gabriel had kept his eyes on Loki's face as the blond undressed. He smiled at the bird, wondering if it would be bad manners to ask if he could touch.

Hoping he'd interpreted the squawk correctly, Gabriel nodded, pushing the bottle towards Loki.

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