The "TELL ME SOMETHING YOU'VE PROBABLY TOLD PLENTY OF PEOPLE" meme

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Okay, the way this meme works is you comment with a question that can be answered by the characters. Examples: "Do you believe in true love? If not, how do you feel about love?" or "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" Then other players will respond to the comment and answer the questions. The catch is you can answer the questions IC or OOC. So you can have the character either answer ICly or you can explain the character's viewpoint on the subject. Or you can answer both ways. For instance, you can have your character answer ICly, but elaborate on their viewpoint or state things they wouldn't say out loud. Entirely up to you.

Characters can respond to the answers and play things out like usual.

You can also add new questions. Just make sure you're not repeating something. (You might want to post questions anon-ly, so you don't get a million notifies from the answers).

I'm going to post a bunch of questions to start us off but if you have your own, go nuts!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

What is your earliest memory?

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Buildin' my first engine with my daddy. He was so busy with it, and I'd been in the shop before and felt like helpin', so I snuck right into the shop, and he let me sit on his lap or on the bench and hand him bolts while he worked. I ended up pointin' him right to the problem spot, he told me.

Don't remember anythin' more after that, but apparently my ma was all kinds of worried 'cause she couldn't figure where I'd gotten to, and my brother didn't have an idea neither. Finally came into the shop, and daddy 'n me were snoozin' away in his chair. After that I was in the shop near every day, soon as I had the chance to.

[governorkang]

Killing a clutchmate.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ SADFACE :< ]

[governorkang]

[Hey, it was them or him. :<]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ EVEN MORE SADFACE SG;OBJKGS ]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

I was really little. I mean littler, if you can even imagine it. Maybe two or three. It was really cold. Just a bad winter, I guess, but that happened sometimes in Berk. We had some winters where, if the fire went out in the night, you'd nearly freeze to death if you didn't stay under the covers, sometimes the sheep would die in the barns.

It was just one of those awful winter nights where the wind rattled the whole house, and the cold crept into your bones, and I think--I think I'd kicked the covers off at some point while I was sleeping. When I woke up, I was shivering and so cold my hands and feet hurt and I couldn't get warm...so I think I started crying. I must've made some kind of noise, because my dad woke up and came over to my little bed.

He saw I'd kicked off my covers and felt my hands and said, "That's no good." That's it. Just: "That's no good."

He could've just tucked me in again and gone back to sleep, but I remember he...he put on his fur cloak and picked me up and wrapped me up in the blankets and took me downstairs, and got the fire going again in the firepit. And he just kicked up his feet near the fire and sat there holding me, trying to help me warm up by the fire, all wrapped in blankets and half in his cloak. You probably couldn't have have found me in there, all lost in his huge, huge arms and all the blankets and everything--and practically buried in his beard.

His beard was all scratchy, but I used to like it. Because if it was scratching my face, it meant he was hugging me or holding me and he didn't do that much. I used to get my fingers all tangled in it. That had to have annoyed him, having me yank on it like that, but of the many, many things he scolded me for, that was never ever one of them.

And I think he...he smiled at me. As much as my dad smiles, anyway. My head kept nodding, and I couldn't really keep my eyes open, and he looked at me like--like he was just happy I was there.

With all the trouble we had understanding each other, later, if I ever asked myself why I didn't just give up trying to make him proud or give up on trying to make it so we could understand each other, moments like that reminded me why. There was the dad that got all stern at me for every, little thing and was always disappointed in me, but always, underneath that, was the dad that made me breakfast and made sure I didn't have cold hands.

[behaemmert.livejournal.com]

Getting commanded to beat someone up and doing so.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

My first hunting trip with my father. It... may have been a little traumatizing for a small child to take down a harmless creature, but it was a necessary survival skill and learning experience where I'm from.

And the meat was worth it.

[morphitudinous]

I was lost, maybe two or three years old. My family was frantic with worry about me, but I felt safe where I was, and I wanted to learn more about the object in front of my nose.

I'd crawled under a car, and when my parents found me, they were furious. I never did that without protective equipment again.

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

Waking up once when I was little to find something staring at me from the window. I couldn't have been more than four or five, but goodness, did I scream.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know.

{Truthfully, she remembers better days when her parents wouldn't leave her in the care of a babysitter. Sometimes, they would come home with Chinese food and she'd sit between William and Annette on the couch and eat. It made her feel special. She likes chicken chow mein because that was the only thing they could think of to buy for their picky child.)

[staturity]

Visiting my dad at Riker's Island.

[birthmural]

Trying to help my mother in the kitchen. Of course, I was useless as I was about half the size of the counter. I still remember her pulling out a chair for me to stand on. She was humming a song to soothe Satana, who she had moved into the kitchen to keep an eye on her.

[rollwthechanges.livejournal.com]

Our father arranged the stars with a loving message for Us the day We were born. ♥

[alterniantaurus.livejournal.com]

I don't, really... my really early memories are, uh, really sketchy. I remember... fire? And, another time, uh, I guess it was later, I remember using my powers, maybe for the first time ever. I tamed a cholerbear, all by myself. It was so awesome.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Part of my training to become a Grey Knight. I was 10.

I was instructed to choose between the life of a serial murderer, and an innocent man who had survived a daemonic invasion, alive but tainted.

I killed the latter. His name was Pavar Helton. I remember his face as I pulled the trigger. I swore to remember the faces of all those innocent I slay.

The other man died alone in a penal colony a week later. A small vindication.

[bonnypiperlad]

Sitting and watching my father practicing the pipes. I was a wee thing, no more than five or so. But I remember how he used to play for hours, just for the joy of it. I could sit and listen to the the music drifting out over the moors and be perfectly content.

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

I was eight days old. And...

You know what? If you want to know, then go watch the movie.

[He just doesn't want to talk about the fact that his first memory, and only memory of his parents, was of them sending him off to Earth before they blew up. What kind of first memory is a goodbye?]

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

I... think it was either playing catch in the local park with Father, or it might've been with mom, I had broken my arm, and she got me a whole pint of my favourite ice cream after I got out of the hospital, and she let me eat as much as I could.