Survey says...

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Today Ienzo's set up several tables in the main room, each of which is piled with a stack of stapled pieces of paper. Each page consists of many questions, and there's even a writing utensil available for those who may pass by and catch interest in these questions.

As for Ienzo himself, he's seated on a nearby couch, watching to see if anyone responds. He figures that, after spending so long in the DR, a survey type deal might be intriguing. And what do the questions say? Well...]

1. What is your name?
2. How old are you?
3. How long have you resided in the dressing room?
4. What sort of world do you hail from?
5. Are others from your world present? If so, are they from roughly the same time?
6. Do you possess any special abilities? If so, what?
7. Have you experienced death, either before or after your arrival here?
8. Have you been affected by some of the spells? All of them?
9. What do you think could make this world a safer and better place for the residents?
10. If you had to choose between returning home without your memories of this world and never returning again or staying here and keeping said memories, but never returning home, which would you choose?

[ooc: Anyone is free to tag this post, but please make sure spoilers are whited out. I thought it'd be an interesting idea! Consider it a mingle type post as well, so threadjacking is alright, though Ienzo will probably tag back, but if I don't tag your thread, please don't be too offended! There's a lot of threads here.]

Comments

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

You're ridiculous.

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't have me any other way? [ b) ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[he would actually have you incoherent and against the wall, but who's keeping track]

Something like that.

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ first labtables and now walls, you kinky minx -- ]

What, something else in mind?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[don't judge him]

Not particularly, no. What did you think?

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ That's okay, Braig thought of the ceiling. Sliiings his arm around Even, floats so he isn't much of a shorty. ]

Something had to be some thing, after all.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Spare me the wordplay.

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ Mocks a pout by doing that sad kissy face-thing instead, then -- ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Oh, stop that.

[but look! he's amused.]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

[ Score. Pulls him in to give a peck on the cheek, then grins. ]

So, what did I miss?

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

Not much?

Have you met Ienzo's parrot. [this is his "oh god it's horrid" face]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

Not as long as I'd want, but your face is saying something about it.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

It's grating. But he dotes on it and I can't convince him to get rid of it.

[IT YELLS AT HIM --]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

You can always just keep it out of the lab. [ Pat pat goes the shoulder -- ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

No, no, Ienzo insists.

[tinyzo gets special treatment okay]

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

-- So the parrot gets to stay, but not the pup I brought that one time. [ HUR, OLD STORIES FROM RG. ]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

The parrot is loud, not damaging.

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

I was totally training him to be a guard dog.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

In my lab!

[triqqerhappy.livejournal.com]

He had to enter the lab someday, so I made him get in early.