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So here's the idea: You ask my characters a question and he/she will do their best to answer it. It can be a thoughtful question or a stupid one... it doesn't matter! eg. ______, what’s your fave movie? You may ask as many times as you like, or as many chars as you like This is also a good way to develop my characters more so it's worth trying. (if you would like to see more of my chars up feel free to suggest some)

Zhao stared at the microphone, shaking as he meekly accepted it.
"A--a-c ... alcoho ... is ... it's ..." He stuttered, stammered, and finally paused and manuvered the microphone awkwardly close to his mouth. "It's n-no ... not good."

Janus grabbed the microphone before Zhao could pass it on, which was just as well since he was horrified and clinging to it for dear life. "I support alcohol of all kinds!" She announced, in a mock-preacher evangelistic voice. "IT SAVES SOULS! The world's ******** up, and there's nothing like ******** it by praying to the porcelain god and letting up your breakfast, lunch and dinner." The redmark twirled the microphone around in-between her hands, grinning wickedly. "Well, that was the answer you wanted to hear from me since I'm the local debauchery-ridden bum, but in reality I think it's shitty stuff and ruins lives. That doesn't mean I'll stop, though."

"Alcohol is horrible!" Iris began, in horror of Janus' rant and before the microphone even reached her. "It is terrible -- it breeds ignorance and it sucks up the money of good, working men who simply aren't strong enough to resist! I say it should be made illegal -- yes, illegal!" She insisted, furrowing as Janus jeered the good-will speech. "It's the stuff of sin, and causes people like Janus to think that they aren't any goo --"
"Don't get psychowanalysis on me, you yellow whore!" Janus screeched, clutching the arms of the chair and leaning forward.
Iris spun to face the woman. "Don't call me a whore, you -- you, you hobo!"
"Oh, she called me a hobo, I'm so goddamn offended!"

"I think alcohol makes people smelly," Kasume chimed in, leaning over to talk into the microphone, which was still in Iris' hands. He grabbed it as Iris and Janus began quibbling in the background; a consistent and bitchy white noise that he had come to ignore. "'Cause, like, Janus will have a lot, and then she'll come home and she'll smell and she'll puke in the toilet, and then that smells and then sometimes I go to the bars to get Janus 'cause it's late or the landlady is being mad 'cause the rent hasn't been paid, and I'll say, 'Hi, Janus! You need to come home!' and she won't hear me because she's not sobber, and people don't hear so good when they're not sobber."
He paused, blinked, and handed the microphone on down the line.

Janus fumed, staring hard at the microphone. "Nathan got into the question cards, didn't he? Son of a bi --"

Iris quickly nabbed the microphone. "Lace!" She answered, brightly. "It is very delicate and feminine and always makes the dress."

"Buttons, buttons, buttons, buttons, buttons," Kasume began in a steady chant before Iris even started to pass the microphone on. "Buttons are the best!" He grinned, pointing at various buttons randomly and sloppily sewed onto his clothes, but paused and looked to the side before handing the microphone to the next person. A disgruntled, bespeckled author wearing a Rocky Horror fan shirt and a camoflauge coat handed him a card and disappeared.
Kasume stared at the card for a while, turned it upside down, and then chucked it at Iris. Iris gave it the same confused scrutinization, and then gingerly passed it on to Janus.
"Goddamnit people, learn to read," she hissed upon inspecting it. "It says: I like buttons, buckles, ruffles and lace! Love, Malakai."
Janus frowned. "Oh, God, he's ... he's back. The human frou is back. Erika swore, she promised she had trashed him, and that he wasn't ever going to be in a story. This reeks of Raincrow!" She rose to her feet, knocking the chair back a bit and flinging the card in the air. "THAT CARD SMELLED LIKE PERFUME AND IT'S ALL RAINCROW'S FAULT, GODDAMN HER, I TOLD ERIKA NOT TO LISTEN TO HER AND NOW MALAKAI'S BACK --"

"Next person!" Kasume interrupted, passing down the microphone.

"You guys skipped me," Zhao whimpered.

"I didn't know I was supposed to have a favorite color," Zhao confessed into the microphone. He paused in thought for a long while, and then finally shook his head. "I'm not sure. I'll just say black."

Janus rolled her eyes, grabbing the meekly offerred microphone. "That's an absolutely retarded question, who cares what my favorite color is?"
"Stop being so difficult and start answering the questions already, Janus!" Iris hissed, kicking the redmark's leg.
Janus looked ready to hurl the microphone at Iris and go on the attack, but apparently decided it wasn't worth it and instead shrugged. "My favorite color is green."

"Purple!" came the ready answer from Iris as the microphone was passed along. "I love the color purple."

"I like all colors really well," Kasume chattered, holding the microphone too close to his mouth and getting some slight whining feedback from the electronic device. "I don't like pink, though, 'cause that's a girl color. And there are other colors that are girl colors, like this funny shade of purple that looks like it was left out in the sun too long and got washed out; Iris calls it 'lavender,' and that's a girl color too. I think, also, that the color of butter is a girl color, 'cause I've never seen a boy wear it before but I saw this one lady once with a dress that color, but the dress had flowers on it and the flowers were blue, which is a boy color. And you know what a funny color is? Puce! It's like whoever made all of the colors couldn't decide if he wanted it to be purple or gray and it's just weird. Also, I like the color green really well. And blue is probably my favorite."
He paused, took a deep breath, and then chucked the microphone on down the line.

Zhao beamed, finally having an answer ready. "I want to be a scientist when I grow up. It'll take a lot of school, however, so ..." he paused for a while, long enough to elicit a "Hurry the hell up!" from Janus. He looked at her and then looked at the microphone, and passed it on without finishing the thought.

"I have no clue," Janus said, mumbling through the cigarette now in her mouth. "And I'm not saying that just to be a smartass, either. I really don't know. I think ..." She thought for a moment, and then shook her head. "You got me," the redmark muttered, chucking the microphone to Iris in defeat.

"This isn't quite an occupation, but when I was little I always wanted to be a rich and proper lady; you know, the ones that have so much money that they have a different pair of shoes for every dress and pay people to do their hair and lace their corsets ..." Iris smiled in the nostalgia, sighing as she handed the microphone to Leon.

She paused.

"Leon? When did you get here?"

"He's been sitting there the whole time," Kasume said, cheerfully.

Iris blinked and then shrugged, and Leon waved somewhat sheepishly before holding the microphone so close to his mouth that it amplified his breathing. "Wanted always to work in factories, so could make money," he said quietly, struggling over speaking in English and patiently passing the microphone to Kasume, who was bouncing up and down in his seat.

"I wanna drive the trains!" Kasume chirped, before making a serious, stone-faced expression and proceeding to imitate the sounds a train made. "Chuggachuggachuggachugga, CHOO CHOO! Chuggachuggachuggachugga, CHOO CHOO! ChuggachuggaTHUD -- they ran over a rabbit -- chugga, CHOO CHOO!"

Zhao blinked. "I can't say I've ever heard of a woodchuck before. Is it something like a beaver?" He mused thoughtfully for a moment, and then handed the microphone to Janus. She passed it on to Iris without even bothering to give a smart remark as to the audacity of the question.

Iris shrugged. "I don't know. A lot?"

Leon quirked an eyebrow to no one in particular upon receiving the microphone, and shrugged; although he still brought the microphone up to his mouth as if he were going to speak the question.

Kasume was, as usual, ready with an answer. "If a woodchuck could chuck wood it'd chuck a lot of wood because it's a woodchuck and since it's got 'wood' and 'chuck' in the name you figure that the scientist discovery people named it because it could chuck wood, otherwise it'd be silly to name it that. Although a platypus can't plat any pusses, so I don't know."

Janus snorted. "Yinda has a crush on Vitae?" She smiled through her cigarette and then burst into a fit of raucous laughter, tearing up and flushing red.
Somewhere in there Zhao managed to answer that St. Patrick's Day was his favorite and pass the microphone straight to Iris, giving Janus and her laughing fit a cold stare.

Iris bounced the microphone around in her hands as if she were moving it in tune to some invisible song, and spoke as cheerily as if absolutely nothing was going on in the background. "My favorite is Valentine's Day! It's just so pretty and romantic. There's pink all over the shop windows, and you can see all of the cute little couples walking around, sharing the lady's parasol and so ... so in love with each other that they forget all of their troubles," She sighed, completely lost in her thoughts, and held up the interviewing line until Leon quietly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Christmas," Leon answered, passing the microphone on without giving a why or wherefore as to his answer.

"My birthday! That's the best holiday ever!" Kasume decided, nodding sagely.

"Coincidentally," Janus yelled, voice piercing enough to come across well without the aid of the microphone, "I like Thanksgiving! Free food!"

"I-I'm not sure," Zhao said, quietly. He paused a moment as if he might say something more, and then began to hand the microphone to Janus. She was lounging in her chair, smoking her cigarette and leaning her head on the palm of her hand in a completely dazed, non-chalant kind of way. Zhao wiggled the microphone and poked her with it, but she ignored him so he tossed it down to Iris.

"Neither!" She said, scornfully. "And it's terrible manners to talk about ... underwear ... in public."

"Boxers," came Leon's simple answer.

Kasume looked horrified, shaking and speaking rapidly into the microphone. "I-I don't know. I just ... I just ... I ... I just thought they were underpants. I ... I didn't know my underpants were supposed to have different names!"