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Would You Rather? Meme

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Reflective surfaces are showing more than Star Children's reflections. It's still there, smiling, winking, or waving back (hey, did you do that? It's fine, don't worry about that). More importantly, a question appears with the reflection. It might be spoken aloud by the tree behind a Star Child or appear in a thought bubble off their reflection. However it appears, it will not disappear until it's answered. It asks: Would you rather...

Should a Star Child avoid answering the question, it follows them around. The environment continues to speak it aloud. It's in the book they read. It's written in the clouds. It's everywhere. The longer it's ignored, the louder, larger, more intrusive it gets—so that it might draw attention or an audience.

As soon as a Star Child answers, they're connected with another Star Child who hears their answer. They may see each other in their reflections, talk or text over their relics, or be near each other when it's answered. Regardless, at least that one person will hear the answer, and with it comes the compulsion to explain the answer. To give at least a little reasoning. Oh, and the urge to ask them a question in return. This compulsion may only last for one question each, or it may last for many. Perhaps it's forgotten altogether in an easy conversation.

For some Star Children, but not all of them, they may find themselves presented literally with completing the situation they are asked about. A non-permanent change situation. Suddenly they're streaming on their relic or in conversation with a friend or at dinner with Thirteen. Who knows! The initial questions appear before Star Children, but they can take it wherever they like. Star Children who complete at least one challenge receive a gold star anywhere from 1 inch to 1 foot across. Touching it gives Star Children a better sense of certainty in themselves. It may be kept, exchanged at Cutting Edge for some other metal, or turned into Thoth for her answer to a would you rather question.

This meme is game canon unless marked otherwise at the start of threads! Threads can be used for spoons and application samples.
Characters are presented a 'would you rather' question first in their reflection, then if unanswered around them wherever they go.
Characters face a strong compulsion to explain their answer... and to ask their partner at least one 'would you rather' question of their own.
Characters may have to complete the question they answered. If they do, they receive a gold star (once only!), which gives them a sense of certainty. It can also be exchanged for metal at Cutting Edge or to ask Thoth a would you rather question.
Meme is open for three months!
Please include and answer one (or more) of the following questions (or your own) in your top level. You can also ask one for whoever tags in, if you'd like:

Would you rather have dinner with Thirteen or your worst enemy?

Would you rather be famous, recognized wherever you went and remembered after death, or unknown, unrecognized and unremembered?

Would you rather have conversations over voice or text?

Would you rather have a perfect day or a good week? A horrible day or a bad week?

Would you rather perform before a huge crowd of strangers or a small group of friends?

Would you rather retain your current body or mind indefinitely, immune to aging or illness?

Would you rather know how you'll die or when?

Would you rather have a stranger or your closest person identify aloud what you have in common? Would you rather do it to a stranger or your closest person?

Would you rather share three things you're grateful for each day with everyone on the network for a week or share what you're most grateful for with someone not of your choosing?

Would you rather be raised the way you were or another way?

Would you rather meet, share coffee, and talk with a stranger for an hour every day for four days or tell someone as much of your life story in detail, sparing no secrets, for four minutes?

Would you rather wake up tomorrow with a new ability or without one you currently have?

Would you rather know the answer to something about your past or your future?

Would you rather try to do something you've dreamed of or explain why you haven't tried it yet?

Would you rather share your greatest accomplishment or learn what your greatest accomplishment will be?

Would you rather share your most treasured memory or your most terrible memory?

Would you rather return to your life unaware of Folkmore or with your memories?

Would you rather be close to your family or distant from them?

Would you rather see your father or mother again? Or which of your parents, more generally?

Would you rather share what is needed to be a close friend of yours or an embarrassing moment in your life?

Would you rather share when you last cried and why or what is to serious to be joked about?

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Would you rather have dinner with Thirteen or your worst enemy?

“My worst enemy.” He didn’t even need to think about the answer he wanted to give to the question and gave it without a second of hesitation. “Because then I’d get another chance at being able to finally kill that son-of-a-bitch.”

Judging by the rage within Dex’s voice, there was definitely a story there, though not one most people in Folkmore would have heard. He didn’t trust most people enough to really confide what had happened to them, the mental injuries he’d experienced still not having healed right even after six months after everything had gone down when Fisk had ruined his life.

"Here I thought Thirteen was your worst," Ava comments with a small, bitter laugh.

"At least he's not here to bother you anymore."

"She's getting up there. But Fisk still makes it out ahead for killing Julie. At least Thirteen hasn't killed anyone I care about yet." The 'yet' was his cynicism with having had so many people he cared about always leave him one way or another.

He leaned in, resting his head on her shoulder, the area where they touched turning that same shade of green again as when their Soul Mate bond had first started. "Not having him here was one of the things I needed to help me take the second chance that was offered by being here. What about you? Same question."

"That is a fair point." As it the emphasis on yet. Even if not death, she knows well enough that people here tend to... vanish. She hasn't known any yet personally, but with as limited as her personal circle is... yeah, she resents Thirteen too for all the damage they've been through toying around with their lives. But Fisk had messed with Dex's far more directly, deliberately.

"Same... hm," Ava ponders. "I guess the resentment toward my greatest enemy has lost a lot of... intensity, lately. Dr. Pym. I held onto that grudge for such a long time. Now it's..." she shrugs. "I suppose Hank. Just to discuss a few things, get clarification. And I rather stay off Thirteen's radar and out of her interest as much as possible."

The strange questions continue to haunt Folkmore residents. K doesn't bat an eye at having yet another person answering in his presence, but the obvious rage in the man's voice does give him pause, his brow beginning to furrow as he considers what to do. Ask him to elaborate? Answer the question himself? At least this isn't a complete stranger — he remembers Dex from the network.

"I don't usually eat. Do you think I can opt out of having dinner with either?" he wonders, tilting his head in lieu of a shrug. Dex's answer was more interesting, but he has the feeling it should be approached with some caution. "But opportunistic murder? That's one of the more creative answers I've heard," he says wryly and without sarcasm.

"I think that defeats the purpose of the question," Dex told him before elaborating a little on his own answer. "I'm good at killing people. It's one of the only things I ever have been good at. So I might as well take the chance again to remove a piece of shit way worse than me from the world." Maybe if he did something good like that, it could make up for some of the bad he'd done too.

"What about you? What's your answer?" He questioned.

The elaboration has K regarding Dex in a new light. It sounds as though they have that in common — made to be weapons. In a literal sense of the word 'made' in his case, but he's no stranger to the ugly things humans even do to their own kind.

"Closest I have to a worst enemy is the entirety of the system that enslaves my kind. Don't know if that could really be represented by an individual... Maybe the head of the corporation that manufactures us," K says thoughtfully. "I'd choose him so I could talk to him."

And possibly take a page from Dex's book, though he suspects murdering Niander Wallace would only achieve even harsher restrictions and punishments for androids on a societal-wide level. Dismantling the whole broken system would require more.

"You were military?" he guesses. An informed guess, because soldiers tend to be easy to peg once one knows what to look for.

"'Your kind'?" Dex repeated, wondering what the man could have meant, with the mention of being manufactured only adding to his curiosity. K looked human enough but Dex had been around long enough to know there were plenty of species that looked human who weren't at their core. Take a number of alien races in his own universe for example.

"Is it that obvious?" In Dex's case, yes. Yes it was. There was just something about his air that screamed he was military or at least some sort of government agent. Ava had managed to accurately peg him right off the bat from the moment she'd first laid eyes on him.

Oh, right. They'd never been properly introduced. It was easily remedied.

"I'm the resident android who talked to you on the network before," K explained and offered his full designation: "KD6-3.7." But he didn't immediately offer his hand — he tended to defer to others when it came to such customs — nor the usual banal pleasantries about it being nice to finally meet him, since he suspected the man wouldn't care for them. Dex's other question was met with a slight smile.

"A bit." An understatement, because the man definitely possessed a certain je ne sais quoi that distinguished him from other Folkmore residents. A quality that K wasn't unfamiliar with, having been military adjacent himself. "Is that how you acquired your particular skill set?"

The only question so far that doesn't irritate Yelena, to be honest.

"Think how much fun you would have, if it were here in Folkmore. You could just kill him over and over. That is my only regret about killing Dreykov. Well, I guess, one of two. I only got to kill him once and it was such a quick death. He deserved a very long, drawn out death."

"And here I was thinking not being able to stay dead here was more of a hindrance than an advantage." The satisfaction of someone not staying dead took a lot of the fun out of the proceedings for Dex. "Maybe after killing him a dozen times or so, I'd be satisfied." Maybe. At least it would give him a chance to get evermore creative with how he'd kill Fisk again and again.

"Who was Dreykov?" Dex asked.

"Sure, it IS a hindrance, but since we cannot change it, we might as well consider ways to have fun with it or make it an advantage. When we can, at least." This place worked against them in plenty of ways, which gave her a lot of motivation to figure out ways she could make it work for them.

That question surprises Yelena. This place messed with her head, she was starting to lose track a little of what she had already shared and what she had still kept secret. "He was the man who ran the Red Room. I blew him up."

"I like the way your mind works." Among the many other reasons why he liked Yelena of course. He truly hadn't thought of how satisfying it might be to kill someone over and over again in evermore elaborate ways.

The matter-of-fact way the Yelena said that she blew her enemy up made a bark of laughter come forth from Dex. He honestly hadn't been expecting her to say that. "Did it satisfy you or make you happy, having him dead?"

"Thank you, thank you very much." Compliments on her mind were still a special treat, likely always would be, after how long she had spent under mind control. Smug is a common expression on her regardless, but that turns it up a notch even for her.

The laugh, and thinking about that kill, did not hurt on the smugness factor either. "Oh, yes. It is still satisfying me and making me happy, when I remember killing him. A lot of people had tried to do so, over the years, including my sister, but I am the one who succeeded. It is the thing I am proudest of."

"You too?" There's dark mirth in Morgan's voice, but she completely agrees. Stepping semi-closer to Dex, but not crowding him, mostly so she didn't need to look up so much, she laughs quietly. "I wonder how many have that answer for that reason?"

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Would You Rather? Meme

Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter | MCU | Myth

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