crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everybody everywhere
WHAT: Road games for everyone including those not on the road
WHEN: On the long trip from the Sunless Lands back to Kirkwall
NOTES: (1) Please threadjack and post your own would-you-rather top levels to your heart's content. (2) I think new rifters won't have their own official crystals until they get back to Kirkwall but please just have them participate over someone's shoulder or whatever else for fun.

I'm not actually walking across Ferelden again, because I'm not allowed to be in Ferelden, but if I were, you know, I think I would deserve some kind of medal. The Medal of Trudging. Awarded for walking clear across a country way too many times.

Anyway.

[ Anyway. The unspoken point is that he is bored, and it's time for a game. ]

Would you rather— [ continued in comments for organization's sake. ]

Comments

[byblow]

—have no elbows, or no knees?

[dashing]

I remain more elegant than yourself in either case.

[galvanising]

Does that mean your limbs are just solid bone straight through and don't bend at all, or do the joint bones vanish and leave them flopping?

[justice_is_blond]

I'd rather have no elbows. You can still find a way to reach any cats that need petting like that, but if you'd no knees you'd be out of luck.

[Okay, maybe it has more to do with being able to run, but hey.]

Would you rather be so tall you hit your head on the ceiling if you forget to keep your head bowed, or so short you can't reach a doorknob without help?

[nadasharillen]

No knees, absolutely. Don’t carve with my toes.

Yet.

Are my legs still the same length, or am I even shorter now?

[justnice]

Suppose you kneed them both.

[periastron]

( Yelled over someone's??? shoulder, )

Eat a barrel of fudge, or a drink bucket of the hottest chilli sauce out there? Both in one sitting.

[aforethought]

I had one of them chile things once, [ one WHOLE tiny baby pepper ] 'S easy as nothing.

[ she cried ]

[kecharitomene]

If I eat the fudge, do I get to choose who I throw up on after?

[somethingwild]

[Not quite yelling over someone’s shoulder, but speaking loudly over someone’s shoulder to be heard.]

The hottest chili sauce. I would rather risk burning myself rather than a heart attack.

[byblow]

For my countrymen, you might rephrase this as eat a barrel of fudge, or literally die, immediately.

[justnice]

Does this bit still count for a country? Does anyone here even know they're Ferelden? It's just a whole lot of snow.

[periastron]

Ferelden is a state of mind.

[kecharitomene]

Everyone knows what they aren't.

[byblow]

There's mud under the snow. I checked.

[champions]

Not allowed to be in Ferelden? What an overwhelming tragedy.

[byblow]

[ He tries to answer, to speak at all, but his longing for his homeland overwhelms him, like a hand around his throat, choking the words into sobs—

No. ]

I know. I had a much easier time with the women in Ferelden. [ He was never with a woman in Ferleden. Except Morrigan. But that's not relevant. ] The smell of wet dog drove them wild.

[somethingwild]

[Speaking into someone else’s crystal via over their shoulder.]

Would you rather huddle close to a pile of sleeping dragons or a group of awake polar bears for warmth?

[periastron]

Assuming the bears and the dragons got along alright - why not both?

[kecharitomene]

The bears we saw? Those bears, yes, them.

[justice_is_blond]

The bears, I think. It'll be fast when they decide to eat you, rather than you leaning on dragons waiting for a prolonged amount of time for them to turn you into a snack.

[justnice]

Getting eaten by dragons would sound better at the funeral. Bears happen to everyone.

[bouclier]

Would you rather be unable to feel pain, or unable to feel fear? [ such a fucking soldier question to ask. ]

[byblow]

Pain, I think. Fear's a little easier to work through.

[nadasharillen]

Be immortalized for something embarrassing or lost to history?

[thunderproof]

❰ NARI NO HOW COULD YOU DO THIS ❱

Nnnnnn... oh, gods, this is a terrible question, why would you do this — how embarrassing are we talking?

[faithlikeaseed]

--get a gold piece for every song you sang in public, or ten for every stranger you kiss?

[dashing]

I have no intention of doing either.