Okay, so this got a little out of hand tbh
but I can’t even be mad because I’ve had such a hard time writing over the last month that any type of character study is helpful
(Jake and Damien are the only two from the same story. Most of the others... should never meet LOL)
@elisabeth_ist enjoy
- Jake
- Damien
- Rachel
- Micah
- Beckett
- Linny
- Kezzia
- Tetrina
- Ben
- Tullius
3 and 5 get three wishes. The catch is that they have to agree on all three wishes before they get the benefits of any of them. What three wishes would they make?
Rachel and Beckett
Rachel: (texting) [Wishes have to be pretty specific, right?]
Beckett: * jumping * “How did you get my number?”
Rachel: (texting) [It wasn’t hard to find. You’ve never tried to cover your digital footprint. You didn’t answer my question, though.]
Beckett: “Uh, yeah, I guess vague wishes never quite turn out right. Umm. Just how specific are you talking?”
Rachel: * smirking * (texting) [I won’t ask any questions, if that’s what you’re worried about. You have any ideas?]
Beckett: “Let me think for a minute...”
Rachel: (texting) [GIF “I really do want world peace!”]
Beckett: * chokes on his drink from laughing *
Rachel: (texting) [What about steady work?]
Beckett: * pales * “I don’t think that’s a good idea... What about... peaceful, fulfilling lives?”
Rachel: * nods * (texting) [How about effective communication?]
Beckett: “Oh, yeah. I like that one. And... a lifetime supply of...”
Rachel: (texting) [Pizza?]
Beckett: “YES! You have the best ideas!”
Rachel: * face-palming * (texting) [That was a joke...]
Beckett: “Too late! No take backs!” * laughs *
9 kidnaps 8, and 7 and 4 must team up in order to rescue 8. What happens next?
Ben kidnaps Tetrina. Kezzia and Micah need to rescue Tetrina.
“How did this even happen? No one can sneak up on Tetrina!” Kezzia pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Don’t ask me, darlin’, I’ve never even met her,” Micah responded dryly.
“Why are you even here, then?” Kezzia questioned tersely, rereading the ransom note.
“I don’t f**king know. That’s what I’ve been asking you all morning,” Micah laughed.
Kezzia glared over at him, but continued her task. “This seems fairly cut and dry, but unless you have several million dollars lying around, then I’m going to have to sneak in to get her. My biggest concern-“
Micah snorted. “Why do you get to be the one to do the f**king hero work?”
Kezzia gave him a pointed look, silencing him. “If you would have let me finish what I was saying, I think I can help with the breaking and entering, but whatever they have keeping Tetrina there is not going to be my forte. But you’re good with electronics and such, yes?”
Micah huffed out a sigh. “That’s not my forte, either. But I think I know enough to be useful. Why did she even get kidnapped?”
Kezzia shifted around uncomfortably. “I think Ben might have gotten bored. C’mon. Let’s do this.”
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“Micah, whatever you do, don’t piss off Tetrina,” Kezzia whispered as they crept down a passageway.
Micah quirked an eyebrow. “I don’t know why you think I’d piss anyone off.”
“That’s all you’ve been doing all day,” Kezzia growled quietly.
“More concerning is that this has been too easy,” Micah pointed out with a grin.
“I know...” Kezzia paused, straining to listen to the tiny sound she’d heard. “Quick, in here,” she hissed, shoving Micah into a doorway and tumbling on top of him.
“Darlin’, you’re not going to seduce me with your feminine charms,” Micah drawled, moving Kezzia off of his chest.
Kezzia flushed. “I wasn’t. You don’t. Ugh. Never mind. I think there’s another way out of this room,” she gritted out.
Micah offered his hand to help her up from the floor. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “This way. She should have contacted us already.”
“From what you’ve mentioned, I’m sure Katrina is holding her own.”
“Tetrina,” Kezzia corrected.
“My bad,” Micah responded, trailing after like a lost puppy.
“Here,” Kezzia pointed. “There’s traps that need disarmed on this one. That means she’s close.”
Micah began sweating. “I’ll, uh, do what I can, but no promises, okay?”
“Oh, I don’t need any promises. Mess it up and we all die,” Kezzia mentioned nonchalantly.
Paling, Micah began carefully tinkering with the wires. After several tense minutes, there was a hydraulic * hiss * and the door popped open slightly. “I think it’s safe now?” Micah perused the wires one more time.
“Perfect.” Kezzia cracked the door slightly, inching it open slowly before it was wide enough to slip through. “There,” she whispered, gesturing across the room.
“How can you see? It’s f**king dark in here,” Micah grumbled under his breath.
They both froze as a spotlight flooded over them.
“Nice of you to join us,” a mellow voice greeted them. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up.”
“Ben,” Kezzia growled. “What did you do to Tetrina?”
Across the room, Tetrina sat up. “He didn’t do anything, Kezzia. I was just waiting for you.”
Kezzia gaped at them as her brain attempted to make sense of what she was hearing.
“Hi, I’m Micah. I don’t think I’ve met you. And I certainly would have remembered meeting you, Ben,” Micah smiled flirtatiously.
Kezzia rolled her eyes as Ben stared at Micah in confusion.
“Ben, we can’t keep coming to rescue people,” Kezzia chided.
“Wait, this has happened before?” Micah shouted.
Tetrina stretched and yawned in the background as Ben cast a sheepish glance around. “No one was answering my messages,” he admitted quietly.
“What do you need help with,” Kezzia groaned.
“Here,” Ben quickly handed out laminated papers to each of them. “I have your tasks all printed out.”
Tetrina shook her head in amusement as Micah stared at them all in shock.
“Just text us individually next time, Ben. None of us check the group message,” Kezzia ordered. “Don’t you have people to help you with setup, anyway?”
Ben nodded. “Yes, but they’re too nosy. Plus, this was more entertaining.”
“I told you he was bored,” Kezzia stated, her triumph tempered by her annoyance.
7, 5, and 9 are in the car while 3 is driving. They near a McDonald's. Who demands to stop there? How does 3 respond?
Kezzia, Beckett, Ben, and Rachel is driving
“We’ve been in the car all day. I’m starving,” Beckett grumbled quietly in the back seat.
Kezzia perked up. “I just saw a sign for a McDonald’s. Want to stop? Is that okay, Rachel?”
Rachel frowned and wrinkled her nose, but finally shrugged and nodded.
“Yesss,” Beckett practically bounced. “You have to take this exit right now!”
Rachel cut through several lanes of traffic before giving Beckett the middle finger.
“Rachel doesn’t like backseat drivers,” Ben calmly reminded the two in the back while pulling his tablet out. “What do you to want to order? I’ll compile a list.”
“Of course you will,” Kezzia mumbled.
“We can just order one of everything and sort it out once we’re on the road again and then we won’t need to stop again for a while!” Beckett suggested enthusiastically.
Rachel snorted, rolling her eyes as she cued up in the drive thru.
“As long as I can file that under trip expenditures,” Ben mused, quickly typing a few notes.
Kezzia peered at the menu. “Ooh, extra apple pie orders, please!”
“And extra fries!” Beckett tacked on.
“You two have ridiculous appetites,” Ben noted apathetically.
“Yep,” Beckett and Kezzia agreed simultaneously.
1, 4, and 10 are staying the night in a haunted house. How do they respond?
Jake, Micah, and Tullius
Micah: “Wait, is this a ‘haunted house’ or a haunted house?”
Tullius: * glancing around nervously * “I’ll stay awake for the first few hours. Who’s up after me?”
Jake: * laying out his sleeping bag * “What? Just go to sleep. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
Micah: “I don’t know, Jake. I kind of like the fact that Tullius brought his f**king sword.”
Jake: * snorting * “That’s not going to help you against a ghost or anything else supernatural.”
Tullius: * jumping at tiny noises *
Micah: “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better.”