A wired set of paws carried the canine towards the forming crowd, bringing all movement to a pause when his towering figure neared Crow’s proximity. Leroy had witnessed the formation of the group, and how the General strategically instated a good gap between him and the two others. That’s not how the game worked. Truth or dare was about interaction, contact, conversation, and uncomfortable scenarios. Abjuring oneself from the cluster of people playing was dirty play, as it put those actually trying to have fun at a disadvantage.

Seeing that Crow’s communication skills were so abominable that he couldn’t bear to sit near a couple of juveniles, the guardsman chose his drab superior as his neighbour for the occasion.

Casually seating himself down, with a momentary batting of the eyes in his leader’s general direction, he’d announce, "I’m in!"

Florence was given this task as a test to see how a child could handle managing a game. One inkling kept recurring in his mind, however; ”Don’t see no formal report”, he’d satirically mutter under his breath.

    Truth or dare. The mention of the notorious game seemed to instantly summon his presence -- what could he say? He was a sucker for games. The little sawbone neglected to announce his arrival with more than a chilled draft of air before his gaunt figure popped into existence from nowhere, stumpy tail wagging in excitement. A rusty bucket handle hung from his mouth, belonging to a snarling flytrap. Audrey III hadn't sensed real living, breathing creatures in a while. Which was probably why Beck brought the mutated plant along for socializing.

    Setting the admittedly-hefty portable pot of Audrey down at his side, the mangy feline plopped himself into a seat distant yet still close to Kiira with a wordless sigh. While Audrey swiveled its head this way and that in an effort to detect the subtle movements around it before defeatedly slumping over and resting its chin on the earth, Beck was practically wiggling in anticipation, his image slightly distorting with each twitchy movement. He couldn't help but send Crow a toothy grin at his predicament -- Leroy did smell like shoe polish after all.