001: Rift Exploration - Neo Tokyo [Being paid was incentive enough for Astarion to donate his body to science for the minimum amount of days required for the rift poisoning testing. He figured he had the best chance of not being affected by it out of everyone, or at the very least, be able to bounce back from it after a good pull of blood.
After a few uneventful days, he does the exit survey before returning to the city proper, either unaware it would be public, or just not caring.]
How likely would you say it is that you would attack a teammate? (1 very likely, I’ve done this before to 10, I would never and have never).
6, but who hasn't felt the urge to do so before?
Wait, does attempting to drink their blood count? If so, 10.
How is your impulse control?
So very poor, darling.
Have you ever gambled? How likely is it that you would? Why, are the rifts being blamed for a gambling epidemic? Tch, typical.
Have you ever had a taste for blood?
Ha! Hahahaha!
Have you ever forgotten something important?
I could fill a book with what I have forgotten.
If I could remember them.
AI-generated questions created by SYNTHIA.
002: Maid for Trouble [This was entirely degrading. Dressed as a butler, forced disguise his lovely elven ears, made to serve. Well, "made" is debatable seeing as he technically volunteered for this in lieu of more strenuous work. And it was difficult for him to not want to show off how handsome he is in a suit, even if it was one of a butler.
All that aside, it was still degrading to be at the beck and call of other people. He should be free of such servitude, and here he was, balancing several cups of ridiculous drinks and cafe foods, putting on a charming face and voice despite how much he would love to tip hot drinks over some peoples' heads. He was popular, at least, and was making some great tips--amongst other things.
He approaches you, a fellow outsider likewise dressed like you're some beleaguered servant, and saying as he crumples up a napkin with writing on it:]
That was the 10th username I was given today. Are people truly that lonely here?
((OOC: If you'd like to do anything in particular with Astarion for the TDM, PM me or hmu at mundofine.))
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[Being paid was incentive enough for Astarion to donate his body to science for the minimum amount of days required for the rift poisoning testing. He figured he had the best chance of not being affected by it out of everyone, or at the very least, be able to bounce back from it after a good pull of blood.
After a few uneventful days, he does the exit survey before returning to the city proper, either unaware it would be public, or just not caring.]
002: Maid for Trouble
[This was entirely degrading. Dressed as a butler, forced disguise his lovely elven ears, made to serve. Well, "made" is debatable seeing as he technically volunteered for this in lieu of more strenuous work. And it was difficult for him to not want to show off how handsome he is in a suit, even if it was one of a butler.
All that aside, it was still degrading to be at the beck and call of other people. He should be free of such servitude, and here he was, balancing several cups of ridiculous drinks and cafe foods, putting on a charming face and voice despite how much he would love to tip hot drinks over some peoples' heads. He was popular, at least, and was making some great tips--amongst other things.
He approaches you, a fellow outsider likewise dressed like you're some beleaguered servant, and saying as he crumples up a napkin with writing on it:]
That was the 10th username I was given today. Are people truly that lonely here?
((OOC: If you'd like to do anything in particular with Astarion for the TDM, PM me or hmu at