Hazel found that she liked the texture, temperature, and sugary sweetness of ice cream - the one other time that she'd had it. The chill of the summer treat might be unfavored by people with sensitive teeth, but the odd tickle it brought was part of the fun. The feline wasted little time in making her way over after Gordon's call, drawn in easily by the promise of something sweet. If Suite was doling out weekly tasks like these, Hazel would gladly nominate Suite as the weekly-task-announcer...person-thing every week.

Of course, this came with a catch, and the minute Gordon said "three facts," Hazel's heart sank. Some people were great at this sort of thing; they had no qualms with sharing facts about who they were, what they'd done, or where they'd been. Sometimes, things that were supposed to be sad or horrible were said with a shrug and a dry smile. Other times, it was an attribute that barely scraped the surface of the person - like their favorite food or favorite name. Hazel wasn't like those people; she automatically felt like she had to spit out the truth, lest she live in a lie for the rest of her time. Which...she wouldn't be lying, per se, if she didn't tell the others about her past or some part of it. She would just be beating around the bush.

Hazel had stalled, golden optics pulling up a guard at the prompt for ice cream. Fine, Hazel thought. She could skirt around this, quick and easy. The cocoa colored feline forced her paws forward, shaking her head to pull a smile onto her lips. "Bribing us with sweets? C'mon, Gordon. What's a girl have to do around here for some quick and easy free ice cream?" She teased, tossing the rhetorical question like a line. She paused, letting Luna say her three facts, and - oh, wow. That was interesting. "I didn't know you could sing, Luna." Hazel tilted her head at the winged feline, grinning. "You and Margy should sing a duet sometime."

"Anyway. Three things, you said? Um..." She trailed off as she turned back to Gordon. Deus, this shouldn't be hard. Three simple, easy things that did little to describe what she didn't want people to know. "I wish I had younger siblings," one. "I speak fluent Latin," everybody knew that, but two. "and my favorite fabric is saffron." Bam, three. And one that was totally out of the blue, too.

Hazel assumed that since Gordon had scooped hers out after she had finished her facts, they were free to get theirs as well. The girl reached for a strawberry ice cream cone, because strawberry was good, okay?

★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★

Bastille wasn't exactly opposed to these sorts of games, honestly. He found them more interesting and useful than meet and greets, seeing how it actually forced people to get to know one another a bit, and besides -- he actually liked random facts. He might not seem very sociable, but in reality he just hated small talk. Give him something of actual substance to discuss and he was perfectly interested in talking to others. It helped that Rad had given him something that carried a subtle hum, a faint buzz of contentment in his veins; it'd been a few days since one of her pills had been entirely positive, and it had him in a better mood than normal.

He had both heard Luna singing and seen her posted up with books, so he supposed neither of those two were very shocking. The brother she had mentioned vaguely, and Bastille had never pressed her on it; he hated to admit it as he stopped beside his mentor, but he was desperately curious to know what Hazel said. He pretended he wasn't -- he glanced at her briefly but didn't linger -- but he noted what she said and felt a flicker of curiosity. Gods, he wanted to demand more facts from her, but he kept himself in check. Hazel barely even looked at him these days, and for good reason.

"Bastilleprisoner," he supplied with an arched brow, pausing. "Do I have to give you my last name, too, or some shit? Aurelius." He didn't actually want the ice cream -- drugs were a great appetite represent -- but he rattled off with a yawn, "Uhh, my mother's name would have been Frenchrevolution, all three of my souls are assholes, and... huh. I've never really lived in a group, before here, I guess." He didn't really count his mother's Clan, brief as that was and purely out of necessity.