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meme: questions

It has been since March since we did this one, and we have a whole bunch of new characters to ~~interrogate~~ interrogate!

Pose a question (or as many as you'd like, and they don't all have to be in one comment, so you can come back later and add more if you want) to your fellow students, teachers, townies, alumni and expatriates, and they will answer them. These are IC questions and IC answers and should be truthful! They can be personal or silly. You don't have to answer all of them! Nothing counts in game, of course.

So, for example, I'd ping in with a question like 'Are you in love? If so, with who? If not, why not?' And people ping in under me and answer that question. There's no latesies on this, because of the format, so people can ping in at their leisure. And ANYONE can ask questions!

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I maintain that he would absolutely hate it here.

...unless Dr. Watson came along as well.

I love parties.

Octavia. Marc. Detective Watts.

But I'm also always trying to get to know everyone better, while simultaneously divulging as little of my own self as possible.

I'm the one who was lost.

I handle it by pretending I never even had parents, or friends, or a career, or a life in a city that miss with every second of every day.

The Perk. Specifically that one table by the window where you can see the street and the whole shop perfectly.

My entire life in London -- the empire I built -- blew up because I fell in love.

With a man.

With a gay man.

And it was because I succumbed to the temptation to make his fucking name my phone passcode.

What family?

I KNOW A MONKEY'S PAW QUESTION WHEN I SEE ONE.

No, thank you. This is how I end up actually dead, or with prehensile earlobes, or in unflattering tights.

Oh, you know. I amassed a wealth of blackmail material from my client base and then decided to try to play with the big boys and go after the future Queen of England for a payout and ended up mixed up with James Moriarty and my head nearly in the sand.

Who's not done similar?

Fancy, unless you've got tea.

My loneliness. Dark thoughts resulting from that loneliness. Guilt.

Impeccibly.

My weaknesses.

(Or that I even have them).

Most people see the clothes and hear the accent and make a very incorrect assumption about how frightening they should actually find me.

I am much, much more ruthless than you'd probably expect.

Oh, if my usual options were somehow unavailable and we all reset our brains?

Hello, Octavia, dear. Do come in.

Again, what family?

(I am an only child, my parents loved me, I miss them more than I have words for, and I'll never stop being sorry that they think their daughter has been dead for a decade.)