What would your OC do if...

"Ah... I figured someone from the production team of _____ might do that. Perhaps the uh... fanbase might have to do something with it? If I wasn't engaged, I would be certainly a nervous wreck. One wrong slip with my date with them and basically the public could think I'm a fool. No way I don't to get involved with some celebrity drama. It's just... something I cannot handle..."

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What would your OC do if they dropped a whole cake when they spent hours cooking and decorating it?

"Heh, it's definitely happened before," Ethan laughed while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Well, I spent a good hour or two crying and cursing. Then I cleaned up. Then I went to the store to buy a replacement cake. Then I dropped the cake as soon as I got home and repeated the process all over again." He had tears in his eyes just remembering the ordeal.

What would your OC do if someone started running off with their wallet?

"Ohh... well there wouldn't be much I could do. Me tortoise legs couldn't chase em' and me throat would hurt from yelling. I would have to leave me wallet with them. But let me tell ya, if I were in me prime, they would get a walloping!"

What would your OC do if they saw someone drowning?

Fitzgerald merely shrugged and replied fairly flatly, "To be honest, it kind of depends on the situation at hand..." He raised a hand and a brow. "Will I get any foreseeable benefit out of this? Is this person someone I like? Is there any chance of me saving them?" the young man asked before shrugging, "There's too many variables involved, and frankly, I'm not the type of person you should ask if you want to deal with those types of questions. I'm a researcher and a rich man, not a philosopher or an ethicist." His voice had a hint of mockery in it, but most of it was just derived from genuine stupefaction from his part.

"To answer your question, though, it's not like I'd let a person drown by default," he retorted somewhat insistently, "I'd try to help them get out of the water, assuming that I could do anything about it and that they're not too heavy." Fitzgerald winced slightly upon taking one glimpse of his noodly arms. He coughed into his sleeve before continuing (this time in a calmer voice), "That's the obvious thing, though, isn't it? If I was the type to just let someone drown, then I'd be designated as a villain, and you know that's obviously not the case." After a quick snicker, he waved his hand, as if to dismiss the small grin that had formed on his face. "Still, though, if it's a hopeless case, then don't expect me to waste time on sunk costs. Altruism is generally useless, but it's especially useless when it puts you at risk of harm."

what would your OC do if they received a dish that wasn't part of their order?

"Oh, heh... That's happened before too," Ethan laughed weakly while rubbing his arm. "I, uh... I was hungry and saw an orange tree. I saw this huge orange and tried to pluck it, but it turned out it was a hornet's nest. I guess I was too hungry to notice the, uh, obvious. I learned just how fast I could run that day. Not very fast, heh. And, uh, to always make sure my shoelaces are tied." He shivered at the memory.

What would your OC do if they saw someone getting chased by a swarm of hornets?

"fight them!" She yelled. Probably intoxicated. "I fight them off for you, get behind me little orange man!" She said as she clenched her hands into fists and held them up to her face. Ready to fight.. a swarm of hornets.
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What would your OC do if they had to work together with their greatest rival/enemy?

Dolores coughed into her sleeve before looking over at the other party with... A resigned expression on her face? Like this wasn't the first time she had done this. Too many times, actually. However, after a few seconds, she just shook her head and gazed off to the side. Clutching the collar of her coat close to her, she murmured some incomprehensible words under her breath before glancing back, uneasiness still present in her expression. Might as well get it done with... There's no use avoiding the question. Dolores.

"Well," the elder responded with a volume so low that one probably had to strain their ears to comprehend what she was saying, "I would just go along with what the other party wants. My livelihood is probably at stake if I'm working for them, anyways. I've learned from experience that it's better to stay quiet and maintain peace, than to worry so much about yourself or the people around them that you just stir up too much hassle." She frowned and folded her hands together. "Is... Is that a suitable explanation for you? I know it sounds cowardly, but..."

"That'd apply to everyone. Even a rival or enemy," Dolores stated somewhat louder, "I'd try to make peace, at least in the short run... Then see what goes from there?" She averted eye contact once more. "I don't know. I could also just let them have free reign..." At that moment, her voice cracked slightly, which alarmed her so much that she took several steps back. "Um! I... I apologize," the older woman stammered while hastily waving a hand, "I'm just drawing this off my work experience, but... I do imagine, um, that even as a retired woman, the same would apply. You did mention work, after all, yes? So... I thought it was a reasonable path from there, really..."

what would your OC do if they were approached by someone in the middle of the night?

"Only weirdos walk up to other people in the middle of the night, you know." Manslaughter responded, nodding to herself. This was the absolute truth, she thought, and there was no swaying her. And she thought what she did at one in the morning was also completely different. She wasn't approaching people, she was kicking the shit out of them. The difference was plain as day!

"So, if someone came up to me, I'd stab them."

Wow!

Didn't expect anything else!

The girl folded her arms and nodded again. Yep. She was gonna-- "I'll kick their ass, and then I'd shoot them, like--" She gestured wildly, but one could easily comprehend how obscene her movements were.

But, of course, she was only a ten year old girl. She couldn't do any of that.

What would your OC do if they were teleported to the Carboniferous period?

"Well, assuming I didn't die right away from dinosaurs eating me, I'd wonder what the hell went wrong with whatever potion I was working on. I'd try to stay calm and start gathering ingredients to make a potion to fix whatever went wrong and get me out of there. But realistically, I'd either die, or learn to survive and become a badass prehistoric godess of a woman who hunted giant lizards and lived wild. Probably. I don't think I'd survive, to be honest. Hopefully that never happens!" Dreamy explains, laughing at her own story before yawning. "I'd probably fall asleep somewhere stupid and get eaten" 

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What would your OC do if they found out they were being haunted by a spirit/ghost? 

"Oh, looks like I finally have an easy thing to blame my nightmares on," Solin said with a chuckle. "'Yeah, I'm having bad dreams, but don't worry, it's just because of the ghost upstairs,' hahah...Though, what I'd do about it depends on how mean the ghost is. If they're nice, like Napsta, I'd totally just let them do their thing. If they're not so nice, well, maybe then I'd take care of them. Or, you know, at least call someone. I dunno." She shrugged.

What would your OC do if they discovered a time machine?

"Time... Machine?" Johnson slowly repeated with a grimace. Wow, this impression sure was turning out well for either party. He narrowed his eyes at the stranger before muttering, "Technology is weird these days, huh," and rolling his eyes. This didn't seem good. Much of his philosophy was based on the fact that time was an arrow, not a boomerang; once it flew, it kept on going and did not come back. Well, at least until it hit the ground, but the aristocrat felt that it was clear enough. Deep in troubled thought, he folded his hands together and allowed a few joints to pop in the process.

It was a personal attack. Of course it was. What if someone traveled back in time just to spite him? Kill him? Hurt him? The probability was small, but it was never zero... Johnson knew he had his detractors, whose hatred simmered underneath their cordial exteriors; it wasn't like they were few either. They just happened to lie low and wait.

The musing made his eyes narrow as he hissed, "I'd destroy it. Burn it, crush it, make sure it never gets found again..." His mouth twitched as he turned to the stranger with a snarl. "I'd have no use for it, and frankly, nobody should. It's a technology that interferes with what's considered vital to human ideals. Time is meant to go forwards and forwards only. That's just how it is in reality. If you want to go backwards, you only indulge in fantasy, which hurts your ability to think lucidly in the long run." The tirade caught him off-guard to the point that he coughed loudly into his sleeve after it was over.. Yet the icy look remained, juxtaposed with the contempt burning in his eyes. "Scientific advancement is dangerous when left unchecked. I'm only doing what'd be considered morally correct in the long run."

what would your OC do if they had to sing in front of a large audience?

Roswell let out a loud crow-like laughter as he firmly shook his head. "Dats why Oi don't have any friends, " he told you. He even pointed up a finger as to make a statement. "Yer cannea trust anyone, not even yerself lad. De world is out dere to catch ya, to rope yer right into the gutter." Roswell snorted. "But dat doesn't answer yisser question, now does it? I'd betray them, " he said. "Sell der secrets out before they selling mine."

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What would your oc do if they need to talk in a funny accent for an entire day.

"Not a fan of making other people laugh so I'd just pretend to be sick and be on my own. I can easily manage a day without speaking a word if I want to, so I'd just use it as an opportunity to study and practice with my flute more than usually." 

What would your character do if they were turned into a bird for a day?