DNET VIDEO ☏ TO EVERYONE EVER ☏ WEDNESDAY

[lear]

Hullo, chums!

[ There's a chirpy redhead on your screen. She looks a little mischievous. ]

I'm not sure this is quite the purpose these were built for, but bugger it. I'm very new and I didn't get to meet half as many of you as I would have liked after the Ceremony since everyone's off being a superhero. So!

[ She holds up a white card in front of her. on it is written: ]

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

Classic icebreaker.

[ Or so the internet tells her. ]

Here's how it works. You state two facts about yourself and a lie, in any order, innocuous as you like, and everyone has to see if they can separate the truth from the lies. Good practice for all that covert ops stuff.

I'll start!

My favourite food is blue steak, I'm a chess grandmaster, and I speak Mandarin Chinese.

[ Sense Motive check of DC18 to pick the second fact as the lie. ]

Comments

[slays]

Also a viable option, but probably equally absentee and hard to get in touch with. And then it'd be like, well, how far calculated do you want to go back. Because, I mean, thanking the first guy with an abacus might even require seance.

[nepotism]

Maybe we better just go with some general gratitude then.

[slays]

General it is. Which, you know, while we're on the subject of generally speaking ... Did you ever play football? Not college, obviously, but high school or something? 'Cause, I mean, maybe it's the fifty push-ups-per-minute arms, but you kinda seem like the type.

[nepotism]

High school, yeah. But the whole dragon blood thing was seen as a 'natural advantage'. I got kicked off the team my sophomore year.

[slays]

[ There's a blank, confused look for a long minute, but just give her time. She'll figure it out.

Processing ...

And then realization and surprise hits. ]

Oh! You're -- With the. You're Wynn's -- ?

[nepotism]

Grandkid. With a few greats in there, yeah.

[slays]

Must be one exciting Thanksgiving. [ A beat. ] Or -- I guess. Living in England, and all, Thanksgiving doesn't really ... come up. Or, you know. Exist. At all.

[nepotism]

Not so much. [It gets a laugh out of him though] Family doesn't really... gather up for the holidays.

[slays]

I guess it'd probably be tough to round them all up. [ There's a sheepish look at that as if it ... just now occurred to her that, yeah, Jack said most of them weren't in England anymore. ] It must be so weird for you.

[nepotistic]

Weird's not the word I would use, exactly.

[slays]

Oh yeah? What word would you use?

[nepotism]

... Awkward, maybe?

[slays]

... [ Cringe. ] Which I'm probably not helping with by giving the third degree. i'm sorry, I didn't -- I'm still just getting used to the idea of Wynn having [ ... ] a-a relationship at all. I mean, he seems so -- So, the whole big family line thing ... Wiggy. But ... probably less to you. Being all ... descendent and all and, wow, I'm really going for the gold in the ramble-a-thon here, aren't I? I should just ... stop.

privating this.....;

[nepotistic]

Naw, it's alright. It's just that a lot people treat me... differently once they know, y'know? I'm just like anybody here, trust me.

[He doesn't see put off by her rambling, either way] I don't know how much of a 'relationship' it was, but it's not uh, something he really talks about, anyway.

... It's still weird, though.

private;

[slays]

You're wrong. [ There's a pause before she explains. ] You're not like anybody else here. [ Her expression becomes a little shyer. ] But, it has nothing to do with who your ... great-great-great-however many greats-grandfather is. [ It's followed up by a smile. ]

private;

[nepotism]

Oh? [His eyebrows lift slightly, interested] What's it have to do with then?

private;

[slays]

[ She shakes her head dismissively. ] Just you. [ There's a fond look there, but she gets distracted by something off-screen. She reaches to grab her bag, giving an apologetic look to the phone. ] I should probably -- Mission, and all. I've gotta get going. Catch you when we get back to town?

Private;

[nepotism]

Here's hoping we won't be passing mission trains in the night. [He gives her a little salute with two fingers to his forehead]

Private;

[slays]

I'll keep my fingers crossed. [ And away she goes~ ]