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Take a Seat: Make a Friend

Who: Everyone!
What: BALLS
When: Morning of August 3rd to the Morning of August 4th
Where: The castle lobby
Rating: mostly PG-13 for silliness

It happens very suddenly. You might even be downstairs right at that moment, eating breakfast or coming down the stairs, but some time in the early morning, the empty lobby is very suddenly filled will thousands upon thousands of colorful plastic balls. The lobby furniture is still there - the backs of couches and the tops of lamps sticking out of the sea of color like small islands.

Find yourself inside the borders of the lobby, however, and you'll notice there are words on all those balls and a sign that reads:

Make A Friend!
Choose a question.
Each person in room must then answer.
Answer two questions or more to exit.

OOC rules: Just like a meme, you may roll on the following table with the help of Random.org or pick your own!

Name someone you admire and why.
Name one of your guilty pleasures.
What did you want to be when you were younger?
What is something you are afraid of and why?
What is one of your biggest regrets?
Have you ever been in love and who was it?
Who is or was one of your best friends?
Name a book/play/movie/etc that impacted you deeply or changed your perspective
What is something you miss the most about home?
What is something you’ve always wanted to learn and why?
What is something embarrassing that has happened to you?
What is a place you traveled to and why?
What is one of your hobbies?
Who are your parents and what did they do for a living? If you don’t know the answer to either, name the reason why.
What do you think is your worst personality trait?
What is your earliest childhood memory?
What is your biggest achievement?
What is one thing you own/have owned that means a lot to you and why?
What is the kindest thing you have done for another person or another person has done for you?
Do you have any siblings and who are they? If none, have you ever wanted any?
Describe a time you got into trouble.
What would you choose to be your last meal?
What is one goal you have for your future?
Name two pet peeves.
What is something you are skilled at?

The character that picked the question must answer the question provided within five minutes, or the text will shift to a dare-style challenge they can then complete instead. Again, you are free make make up your own instead of rolling randomly.

Sing and act out “I’m a little teapot”
Do a bellyflop
See how many balls you can fit in your mouth
Tell a knock-knock joke
Challenge someone to a drinking contest or thumb war
Perform interpretive dance
Do an impression of an animal
Confess your undying love for Paradisa
Start a rubber band fight
Fill your pants or shirt with balls
No cursing for the rest of the day or you end up back in the ball pit
Pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time
Lick your elbow. If you can’t lick your elbow, lick your neighbor’s elbow.
Attempt to eat a tablespoon full of cinnamon A.K.A. The Cinnamon Challenge
Attempt to eat five saltine crackers in one minute A.K.A. The Cracker Challenge
Attempt to eat a Ghost Chilli. Don’t die.
Kiss the person closest to you
Look into a mirror and say Biggie Smalls three times in a row
Give an impromptu lesson on one of your personal talents
Put on a false mustache and wear it for 24 hours. If you take it off, return to the ball pit.
Serenade the person closest to you
Slide down the banister
Play a card game with the person (or people) or closest to you.
Swim beneath the surface of the balls and grab someone’s ankle
Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. (For one minute)

Anyone else present in the room at the time can complete either the challenge or the question. You must complete two things in any combination before you are allowed to leave, but you may of course stay. If you leave the ball pit and return later for any reason, you must complete the questions/challenges again.

If you happen to still be around when evening rolls around, well, you're in for another treat. A swim-up style cabana bar shows up in the corner, equipped to dispense snacks and booze to the stranded. And then the dance music pipes in. It's just like someone is saying - loosen up and have some fun!

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"I think so, friend," Castle said, giving a cheery wave at the person who spoke; he himself was in no rush to leave and was sprawled on his back in the ballpit, clearly relaxing. "Maybe the castle's forcing us to have a mixer. Get to know each other."

It was not as if anyone could leave the ball pit quickly, taking a stride too fast resulted in stumbling over the multicolored balls and tumbling face forward into them, which poor Giovanni did more than once. It resulted in no injury but... this was fun? On that he was not so certain. His first experience with a ball pit you see, it was a bit... odd.

"Then I suppose I should answer unless I wish to lose this game. My mother was a lady of noble birth and she did as most woman in her station do, stayed in the confines of Monteriggioni to see to it's running and maintenance as well as watch out after her children. My father, also a man of noble birth, managed his land holdings and did what he could to see to the education and well-being of his family."

He intended to end the answer there, leaving the rest unsaid, but apparently the sin of omission was not to be allowed during this game either.

"He was also an assassin."

Castle listened intently to the man's answer, raising his eyebrows when the last part was added in.

"Wow, sounds like they were interesting people," Castle replied, then felt the strangest compulsion to answer in kind. "My mother was- still is- a theatre actress, and was a little... absent for most of my early life. Now she runs an acting school. My father I didn't know about til well into adulthood, and he's... some sort of agent. Could be he's an assassin himself. He's not exactly forthcoming."

Castle then blinked and seized a ball, looking at the question- only to find the text on the ball was slowly shifting.

"'Fill your pants or shirt with balls'? Oh, I get it, this is a big game of Truth or Dare! Only I didn't exactly intend to tell the whole truth..."

Horrified. That was a good term to use on this 'game'. Here he had been so careful to keep mention of the Brotherhood a secret and one slip up threatened to undue it all? Or... maybe not? As Castle answered it began to sound as if the mistake would go by. If he had a parent who was also an Assassin then, no harm done?

Still Giovanni pouted at the balls littering the room just... not understanding them.

"I have never heard of a game called Truth or Dare. Must you now," Erm... how to say this in the most awkward way possible? "Fill your pants now?"

Castle laughed. He was definitely going to brush off the assassin thing, seeing as how from what he knew of his father... it was likely the man had plenty of kills under his belt.

"Well, it's exactly what it sounds like- you play it with two or more people and challenge each other to either answer questions truthfully or dare them to do something if they refuse a question. It looks like... the balls are rotating between questions and dares. So I'll just pick something different, even though it'd be funny as hell to say I've got balls in my pants and shirt."

Castle began rooting around, tossing balls aside.

"A belly flop! I can do that. You game?"

Giovanni twisted his hand in the air making a slight gesture, something of the nature of an 'after you'. It was a crazy situation but why not?

"Since that is what they are here for we might as well."

But for his part he searched around in the unruly ball pit to find a short chair to climb up on before leaping from the seat and sinking down into the balls like a stone might sink into water.

Castle followed Giovanni's cue, unashamedly flopping onto the balls... then wincing as he sank a little.

"OUCH. OK, that was about as ungainly as a hippo." He turned over on his back, then lay still. "... Come of think of it, I wonder how many of these we'll have to do before we're allowed to leave?"

Ungainly as a... he chuckled before finding some way to sit upright in all this mess.

"Perhaps it just takes a little practice to get the technique right? It is probably more a game for children than adults like us."

The balls or their part sat around unmoving, save for the words that briefly appeared across their surface.

"If it is the castle I imagine they will remain until it is satisfied. I am not even sure playing its game will eventually grant us the ability to leave."

But it was sort of fun anyway so... he reached for another colored ball. Name some one you admire and why."

"And I am way out of shape when it comes to playing in ballpits," Castle agreed. "We didn't have them when I was a kid, though my daughter used to love them." He pushed himself back onto his feet.

"Someone I admire... that's a tough one. If fictional characters count, then Agent 007 is right up there. He's a spy- one of the best ones ever- and reading books about him when I was younger inspired me to start writing."

"I would think children would adore a room like this."

He could see Petruccio hopping in and out of the balls now, he would have to be reminded to slow down and take it easy... if only he were here to enjoy it.

"A spy would lead an interesting life. I would not mind reading stories about this man myself. But for me I think... I am sure it is true for most boys but I always admired my father. He was a tough man when he needed to be but fair, with a strong sense of justice."

"Absolutely... and kids-at-heart, too. This one's actually big enough for me to play in."

Castle grinned.

"Glad you had a good relationship with your father, then. Fictional spies are all well and good, but having someone like that around is even better. Of course, I still do admire Agent 007 and reread his books when I can- they're in the library here. Sometimes, that's all I need to get over writer's block."

This smile was returned but in a some what more restrained manner than Castle's had been. These days his good humor seemed always tempered by loss.

"I do enjoy a good book. After I finish the one I am currently reading I will have to look up one of those 007 books."

He raised a hand to the nearby rail of the stairs, testing to see if they had done enough yet to leave. It was something of a surprise to find the barrier gone and the way to the first step possible.

"It seems that might have been all that was needed in order to leave. Still it, was an enjoyable game. Grazie."

"And do tell me what you think. ... I'm Castle, by the way," he said, realizing he'd never asked the other man's name. "I work at the Death Match, so if you're inclined to have a drink and discuss books, I'd be more than happy."

He nodded.

"It certainly was. I think I'm going to stay here for a while, myself. I'm always up for meeting new people."

"Giovanni Auditore da Firenze," this said with a polite bow of his head as any properly raised Italian Renaissance gentleman would. "And I may just take you up on that. It would be nice to be able to discuss literature with some one again."

He couldn't say he had ever been to the 'Death Match' before but, why not? It might make for an interesting evening and he did need to get out more often. Patrolling the town was all well and good but one also needs to occasionally speak to people as well.

"Do enjoy the rest of your mingling."

"If there's anything I like better than writing or reading books, it's talking about them," Castle said eagerly, then gave a wave before wading back into the ballpit.

"And mingling is another of my favorite hobbies, so I definitely will. Hope you don't get stuck again."

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