that time of the...uh...again

[terribly2shy.livejournal.com]

We've got some new meat this podpop, so let's roll on with the IC truth meme!

Premise: There's something happening to you...you feel strange...like you wore the wrong socks, or you accidentally ate that week old egg salad sanwich in the back of the fridge. Whatever you feel, it makes you suddenly want to be...truthful. More than that: you feel like there's something inside of you just bursting to get out!

It's!


...the truth.

Rules:
1. ICly reply to this post with your characters blurting something truthful out. It can be a deep dark secret they've been harboring, or that crush they have on that one crew member, or anything else. As long as it's the truth, it can be said.
2. Make as many truths as you want. Or..just make one really long list of truths. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.
3. Reply to other people's truths with your characters' reactions. Anything goes. pie throwing?
4. To help people scavenge through the truths, maybe put your characters' names in the subject box. optional.

Comments

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Well...[shrugs] At least you had a good childhood, it seems.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

[just shrugs]

I survived it. I guess that counts as good.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[arches brow]

Join the club.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Childhoods sucking is a near-universal thing, I gather.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[At this point, she'd change the subject, but since it's the truth...]

For the youth of the 31st century, it was.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

...I find it highly disappointing that people haven't fixed all the sucking after that many years from my time.

this sounds like some bad sci-fi movie

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Well...they tried. Tried being the keyword. And then it snowballed out of control. In turn, with the advancements and the rise in production, and the peaceful and calm utopia...came a hellish security that bound youths to their governments parents.

Nuerally.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Can you translate for the futuristically-impaired?

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[you just get this look.]

As society grew, so did security...and in turn, so did fear for the next generation. The adults decided to put their children on leashes so that they could control their lives and the cruk excuse to "protect" them.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Like they actually leashed their children? That's messed up.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Well not so much as leashed but as...put a tracer on you that would allow them to track you, watch you...

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

My dad did that.

Well, not with a tracer, whatever that is, but sometimes he'd have the whole village keep tabs on me to keep me out of trouble.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

It. Wasn't. Like. That.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Worse than that?

Worse than actual leashes?

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Imagine that your entire life is controlled by someone. They tell you what to eat, when to sleep, what to wear, who to meet, who to not meet, who to date, who to not date...

Who you will one day be...

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

I'm still not hearing any part of this that doesn't sound like my dad.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

You've never been through the cruk I've been through, so I'll hold back on the frustration.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

You've never lived on a dirt rock in the middle of a freezing ocean which is in turn in the middle of nowhere, was (until recently) beset with dragons, before the discovery of penicillin and the invention of the flushing toilet.

We've all got our cruk.

And insanely protective parents aren't exclusive to anytime. It's just how they smother you with sheer force of personality that changes.

Sounds like it all got very high tech.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

[just stares.]

I swear to...

Do you know someone by the name of Element Lad?

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Nope. I think I'd remember that name.