Meme borrowed from Hellbling, who stole it from someone else...

[same_difference]

1. On your livejournal, list in order from most recent, any character you have roleplayed as in the last year or so.
2. Include the game you played them in and when you last played them.
3.People can then comment asking one question general enough for anyone to answer it, or ask a specific character a specific question.
4. You then reply with the answers each character listed would give.
5. People can ask multiple questions if they wish.
6. No giving away character's deep dark secrets. These are answers your characters would give. They could lie if put on the spot.

Aurinyan (TL - last IC meal)
Seeker Harold Cumberland (TL - last Sunday)
Lucien the Swaeger (TL -last year sometime)
Linte Masta (TL - Sunday before last)
Sihoiba Keeper (Steve's D&D - last wednesday)
Turk (Ailsa's D&D - thursday three weeks ago)
Durant (LT - somepoint)*

*Haven't played in a couple of years but meh, I may again soon.

Comments

[xanthipe]

To all:

What would be your first reaction on being dumped in our version of reality?

[same-difference.livejournal.com]

Aurinyan: Panic and attempt to turn invisible, then depending on if it worked or not try and find a way home or panic some more, and go find somewhere to hide.

Seeker Harold Cumberland: Curiosity, I'd try and approach everyone I can and start asking questions, at some point it should involve being in a pub.

Lucien the Swaeger: I wouldst do the only thing that a warrior on such a goodly venture shouldst do, ask the local common folk for the residence of the local lord so I couldst pledge mine sword to him in service whilst I explore this new lande.

Linte Masta: Confusion, followed by distracted excitement as I spot all those fast moving vehicles.

Sihoiba Keeper: Look for Zath, worry. Then go and hide at the bottom of the River to think, and work out what I'm still capable of.

Turk: Turn and swear at the Sun, then curse Miranda, the Red Prince and Miranda again for good measure, then go and locate a pub to buy or intimidate some strong alcohol for myself.

Durant: Mild confusion, I'm used to not recognising where I am, or
who's around me.