Hokeydokey, I wanted to do this. Funtimez! I choose... Rita Affranto, Lee Powers, Bianca Albus and Pelapiana Makaiau.


Who are you?
Rita: An acrobatic, songwriting, knife-throwing, Italian thief. With a cool hat!
Lee: A perfectly content with life poet.
Pela: How do I put this delicately? Hawaiian, uh...
Rita: Striptease.
Pela: Yep.
Bianca: Albino former slave with trust issues.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Rita: I had a brother and sister...but they both died.
Lee: Nope.
Pela: I don't know...
Bianca: Yep. My former masters.

How old are you?
Rita: 23
Lee: 23 also.
Pela: Do I have to answer that?
Bianca: ...I don't know...

What's your height?
Rita: I'm short. Really short.
Lee: I'm taller than most...scarecrow-ish.
Pela: Average height.
Bianca: Short. Malnourished, y'know?

Are you a virgin?
Rita: Um...yes...
Lee: Isn't that sorta personal?
Pela: Nope!
Bianca: Who wants to know? *glare*

Who's your mate/spouse?
Rita: My lovely Frances Byrd.
Lee: Nobody. Isn't Frances a girl?
Rita: Why yes, she is.
Pela: Don't have one.
Bianca: *glower* You're kidding, right?

Do you have any kids?
Rita: Lord, no.
Lee: Nope.
Pela: Um, no.
Bianca: I'm getting sick of this...

What's your favourite food?
Rita: CANNOLI. CANNOLI.
Lee: I...like soup.
Pela: Hmm...poi.
Bianca: Anything. Having any food is good.

Have you killed anyone?
Rita: Uh...no...
Lee: Goodness, no!
Pela: No way!
Bianca: ...
Rita: Well?
Bianca: Yes...

Do you hate anyone?
Rita: No...
Lee: Uh-uh.
Pela: Of course not!
Bianca: Hate? More like utterly despise.

Have any secrets?
Rita: As if I'd tell you.
Lee: I don't...think...so...
Pela: Um...yes?
Bianca: Alright, that's it! *goes for whip*

Do you love anyone?
Rita: Yes, my lovely Frances!
Lee: I did...once.
Pela: *shakes head*
Bianca: No. Trust issues.

What is your job?
Rita: I write songs. And perform acrobatics and knife tricks. Mostly I'm a thief.
Lee: I do calligraphy.
Bianca: Waitress.
Pela: Heh...strip.

Boy or girl?
Rita: Girl, as much as I don't look it.
Lee: I'm a man.
Pela: Girl. Proud to be, too!
Bianca: I'm a woman.

What do you do to relax?
Rita: Write. Play piano. Walk on my hands.
Lee: Write poetry and sing. Maybe read.
Pela: Go out for a drink, flirt a little.
Bianca: I don't relax.

There's a person who's teasing you; what could you do?
Rita: Flip over their heads, or insult in Italian.
Lee: Walk away.
Pela: Sam as him.
Bianca: Punch in the nose.

Let’s say you have a person who you really care about but she/ he doesn’t know about your feelings. How do you tell her/him?
Rita: Tell them.
Lee: Write a poem and send it to them.
Pela: Flirt!
Bianca: I don't care about...people.

Do you like your maker?
Rita: I guess.
Lee: Of course!
Pela: *shnuggles*
Bianca: Long, painful torture. Then a more painful death.


That was...interesting.