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[trigeminalheadache]

Back when I arrived (the first time), someone posted this. It was a lot of fun, so I thought I'd do it tonight. It's better than staring at this data and willing it to change.

Word association. Reply with the first word that comes to mind. No cheating.

To start us off: help.

[ ooc: threadjacking is not only allowed, but fully encouraged! go nuts, people. ]

Comments

[Text]

[exceedinglybright]

Plotting.

Re: [Text]

[directed]

Mayhem.

[Text]

[exceedinglybright]

James.

Re: [Text]

[directed]

Friend?

[Text]

[exceedinglybright]

Husband.

Re: [Text]

[directed]

Congratulations.

[Text]

[exceedinglybright]

Thanks. Celebration?

[Hey, she's still playing.]

Re: [Text]

[directed]

Welcome.

[Let the game continue on, then.]

Victory.

[exceedinglybright]

Battle.

[directed]

Future.

[exceedinglybright]

Undetermined.

[directed]

[That her first thought falls along those lines? Endears her greatly to Rip.]

Sacrifice.

[exceedinglybright]

[There's a slightly longer pause than during previous rounds before she answers.]

Love.

[directed]

[Then it is his turn to pause; how is he meant to summon up all that love is to him within a mere word?]

Everything.

[exceedinglybright]

Consuming.

[Things are getting heavy, it would seem.]

[directed]

[Consuming, yes. Being with Miranda, whether stealing moments or sharing a life with her, had indeed consumed him—and that love burned all the brighter on the birth of their son.

They have gotten quite heavy indeed with their words. So much that Rip feels the aching of all too familiar wounds. He breaks the rules of the game then; what he offers next is far from the first thing to come to his mind.

But so much safer all the same.]

Meals.