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Nobody expects the Strider Inquisition

Who: Closed to Rose, Bro and Dave
What: A three prompt log in which Bro and Dave bust into prison, save a Rose, live the drag life and get their asses hauled back for interrogation and a family vacation in prison.
Where: The prison, Femme dela Femme drag club and back to prison.
When: Beginning of Jailbreak and then five days later.
Warnings: Cursing, talk of torture and murder and peacekeeper brutality. Bro stripping.

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Bro shoots Dave a withering glance when he starts poopooing the song. Bitch, these are his coping methods and you're shitting all over them. He's just taking in a deep breath to start continuing the song when Rose speaks up and offers a peaceful solution to everyone's problems that doesn't involve going to blows against the forcefield.

Fine. He'll play the game, but only because this game is a guilty pleasure.

Before he consents, however-

"Itgoesonandonmyfriends!" He'll say it in one breath, looking pointedly at Dave, before throwing his hands up. "But fine, let's play Fuck, marry, kill. I'd imagine Prude Strider would rather the PG-13 version, though. But he can suck it up."

He loves you Dave, he do. "Speaking of, you can start us off, bro."

The most hateful look is shot at Bro when he bursts out that one stupid line of that god awful addictive song. It is the crack of songs, it gives him all the ill fated side effects too.

"I'm fucking sixteen. Almost seventeen. Shut up." No wonder you assholes like drag queens, always reading him. A plan is forming just from that thought, but he needs to address things before he makes his first play. "I'm not a goddamn prude, I'm classy." He says like anyone will believe, exhaling as if he needs to think about what his list will be. "Let's go with the theme for the week: Oceana, Holly and Jolie. Choose wisely. Do I have to say mine? Should I say mine? Alright, I will. Fuck Oceana, marry Holly and kill Jolie because she's, what? Twice my age?" He shrugs and looks to Rose. "Go ahead."

She can't help but snort softly at the way Bro blurts out the song, a smirk in the corner of her lips. This feels familiar, and for once she just lets herself go with it. They're in prison, but they're together, and she lets herself enjoys this brief moment of family bonding, even if it's just for a second.

"My sincerest apologises, of course," she says, the mocking clear. "Seventeen you say? Why, that's practically ancient, you must be a well lived man of many exploits by now." She shoots a glance to Bro, still amused as she rolls her eyes at Dave's continuing. "Of course, of course, whatever you say."

He at least did put out a good challenge at least and Rose is already considering it, even as she studies Dave's answers, analysing them. "Almost predictable, actually. Also what's wrong with someone being twice you age? I've never had a complaint, and I've found it just leads to a better experience in general."

She tilts her head slightly, and contemplates her decision out loud. "Holly, from what I've heard is almost annoyingly cheerful. And Oceana while quite stunning, and with a fantastic attitude, would undoubtedly not be interested in my own advances. Really the only easy decision here is Jolie despite her relationship to some of us.." She pauses for a second before nodding slightly. "Fuck Holly, because I feel she'd be enthusiastic, marry Jolie and kill Oceana. Bro?"

Edited 2014-09-08 15:08 (UTC)

Bro is hella getting tired of Dave using his age as an excuse, but he's not going to argue. But he's pretty sure that he did way more than Dave at a younger age, he's just saying. At least Rose has it in her to give Dave a bit of a hard time over it, because at this point he just can't be arsed himself.

And of course Dave mentions the drag queens. He should see it coming, but a part of him is surprised that Dave goes there. He won't show it though, and he can't deny that it isn't an interesting an interesting question. He does, however, give Dave an unimpressed look at the dig at Jolie's age, shaking his head judgmentally.

"You can't deny that even if she's old, she's aged like goddamn fine wine," he shoots back at Dave, before turning to Rose. "I like your choices, to be honest, but you're doing Oceana a huge disservice. She deserves way better. So I'm gonna say Fuck Oceana, Marry Jolie and kill Holly. I dunno, there's just something about that one that rubs me the wrong way. Enthusiastic, maybe, but she'd probably stab you in the eye if she got mad. And she'd do it with a grin. That shit ain't cute."

Guess what, Bro? When Dave was thirteen, the world ended. The pool of viable hotties drained and the idea of sleeping with someone you'd be stuck on a meteor with for years was unappealing in every sense. Now that he's here and getting eyes from people, he really doesn't know what to do with it. He just thinks that being sixteen is a reasonable age to only just be considering going all the way.

"There's plenty wrong with it. It's a crime in America, too. Just saying." He shoots Rose a look and shoots Bro one too for good measure. He isn't particularly surprised with any of the answers, but it isn't his turn this time so he looks to Rose. "Congratulations, cougar, name some names for the game."

"Oh, I'd fuck her if she was interested. But I doubt even acquiring additional anatomy of the removable sort would interest her. She doesn't seem to be so much as into hot people as she is into hot boys." She says with a slight smirk. "Perhaps I can find out after this."

She snorts softly about the comment regarding eye stabbing. If anything that just endears Rose to the thought of the Queen. She can appreciate that having done said act more than once.

Rose like Bro has grown up fast. Perhaps it was the additional memories, perhaps something else, but she's always felt older than she is. And younger some days, but all in all it made for a maturity that lead her to exploring early on. Still, she supposes she can't fault Dave too much, not when she is vaguely aware his options were limited to a. trolls or b. herself.

"Only if you both get caught," she says to Dave's response, smirking back at him when he looks at her. There's a little mockery of a half bow too as she considers names, tapping her fingers against her thigh in a faint rhythm.

"Ok. We've done those of the 'feminine persuasion' how about we lean towards more masculine types? I'm sure we're all familiar with them, one way or the other so, Thor, Tony Stark or Captain America." A pause, and she almost seems to be considering it. "It's difficult I admit, cause you could easily place them all in the same category but I suppose my answer is fuck Steve, marry Thor because then at least I get to be royalty and regretfully kill Mr Stark."

Edited 2014-09-19 07:15 (UTC)

Bro can only roll his eyes at the two of them, but especially Rose. As much as he regrets their little run in involving Jolie, he still doesn't like the idea of Rose going there. It creeps him out a little, considering he got there first. Stay away from his territory, okay Rose? Okay.

He's glad to move on, so he'll focus on the question when it finally rolls around. "Aw, hell. Are you for real? That's harder than you realize." How can he pick from the avengers? It's fucking impossible. They're all so gloriously beautiful, how is he supposed to pick?

"Fuck. Okay. Fuck Captain America, star spangle his booty all night long, y'know? And, uh. Marry Thor, cuz I imagine that comes with benefits. Probably. Then I'll kill Tony because I'm rich already and I don't need a sugar daddy like that."

Dave thinks both of them are weirdly obsessed with the woman, but she does sort of seem to encompass some mutual interests they have. Namely the fact that she's fucking weird. He had no idea they'd both go local so fast, but it saves all the prime hotties around his age for him. All three of them.

Despite his attempts to seem cool and unperturbed by the idea of fucking people twice his age, he can't help the way his nose crinkles upward at the suggestions. "Of all the people.." He grumbles, moving to bury his face in his hands when they talk about who they'd fuck, groaning all the while under his breath.

"You know two out of three of them are trying relentlessly to adopt me? Right? Captain America tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. And I just.. I can't. Honestly say I'd fuck the guy who keeps trying to re-enact Annie with me either." He seems really at odds with himself right now, but he should probably not make a big deal of it. "FuckThorMarrySteveKillTonyit'stheonlyfairthingtodo. Bro you're next."

Oh wow, he can nearly feel the awkward radiating off of Dave when he has to choose between the Avengers. He can also feel a slight sense of jealousy at knowing Captain America tucked him in and kissed him. Not because he feels like Cap is moving in on his brorental territory or anything, but- well, where are his forehead kisses from the Captain? It's not fucking fair. He's cuter than Dave.

"That's really fuckin' gay," he murmurs darkly, masking his jealousy with insults. "It's great we both kill Tony. I feel the similarities between us just bouncing off the walls here."

He has to think about it for a long moment, before he finally settles on something Dave probably won't appreciate much more than the previous, but he has to go there. "Anna, Elsa and that guy with the majestic sideburns. Hans." And then he gives his answers before the inevitable reaction comes. "Fuck Elsa, Marry Anna and kill Sideburns." As much as it pains him to kill off such beautiful fuzzies, he has to.

"When has something being Freudian stopped you?" Rose asks, head tilted and the barest hint of the smirk on her lips. She can't help poking that, and it amuses her a little that it's even a thing she can still tease, even in situations that weren't so obvious at first. She hadn't known in fact of his relationship with the heroes, and a part of that tells her she needs to pay more attention to things. Can't have herself getting out of the loop, and having that interfere with her meddling.

"I feel a little sorry for Mr Stark in fact. He seemed to get the short stick from all of us... I suppose when you're up against an actual God and a man with the body of one you fall a little short." A small shrug, and she considers the new list, frowning slightly to put faces to names. Softly she hums, taking her time before finally. "Fuck sideburns then, marry Anna and kill Elsa. I feel she's a touch more innocent than her sister and I wouldn't want to upset her in that manner?"

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