Nics heart jumped up into his throat when he was asked to sing "PErhaps I am not the be-" was all he got out before Hart saved him with her suggestion to play the earth game of Truth or Dare, he was curious and had never played it before, or almost any game that involved other people

Hikari decided to watch the others. She wanted to see what their answers would be, or their dares. Hikari would probably take the dare every time. For all she knew, they could just as easily be enemies as they could be friends. She wondered if Nic even knew how to play, seeing how he was from outer space and all. Maybe that would be her question to him. Even though she was weirded out, it was easy to pretend he had hair dye, and… contacts. Hikari tapped her fingers on her thigh, trying to keep her hands busy. She didn't really like sitting still, it meant that she was either sleeping or reading, and right now she wasn't doing either. She wondered if the higher ups were watching her. Waiting to see if she would play nice. She didn't know why they bothered recruiting her at all. She was unreliable. She was untrustworthy. She always kept people at arm's length.

John bit his lip at the question.As much as he seemed open, he hated talking about himself. And people had never been his strong suit. "Who do I think is the prettiest?" John asked mockingly. He decided he'd turn it around and try and catch Hart off guard. "I'd say I think you're the prettiest Hart. Now, truth, or dare?" John said, smiling mischeiviously with a glint in his eye.

"This outta be interesting to see.", Jacque opened his eyes and watched the others quizzically as their impromptu game of truth or dare began. Jacque may not have been the most outgoing person, but even he had to admit that a bunch of super powered beings playing a game like this was an amusing sight for anyone. It seemed however that Nic was lost when it came to the game, oh well, he seemed to be a smart enough guy, with luck he'd be able to pick it up quickly enough.

Hart grinned at john's answer. "Fair enough. Now truth or dare... Hmmm. You pick. I'll do whichever you prefer." She raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a competitive state of her own. This... This would be fun and she knew it. She looked at Nic. "This game is really easy."

Krait almost chuckled out of the awkward amusement when singing was suggested. She kept hanging her head low, staring her crossed hands while thinking... as the question for the first dare was asked, she then lifted her head as in was this serious. Looking for a moment she just relaxed when John gave Sparkplug as the answer... the safest answer. She was interested in this little game made up though, so she was curious what John could possibly ask from Sparkplug or make her do... and more importantly, who was going after her.

"I think I'm gonna go truth," John said, grinning. "Which of us guys would you date?" John asked Hart, having been unable to think of any other questions that might cause a stir. John had always been a natural at truth or dare. The other kids at the orphanage never wanted to be the one at the end of his truths or dares.

Hart rolled her eyes. "What a boring question." She snorted, raising an eyebrow at John. "However, it's an easy one to answer." She looked at all of the males in the limo. "I have yet to really get to know any of you well enough to judge but.... If I had to choose one..." Her eyes stopped at Nic, making a point of looking at him with a slight smile. She then looked away, feeling her face heat slightly. She tried to keep up her appearances of being at ease and in charge though so she nodded her head towards Krait. "You go next. You can choose to ask someone or choose whether you want to be asked." She slumped back in her seat, crossing her arms across her chest to mask the growing awkwardness she felt. She shouldn't have answered that question at all. She mentally smacked herself

John smirked as he saw Hart blush faintly. He doubted he knew that she was even in to him. What was that he was feeling though? Disappointment? Was he expecting Hart to have said him? John had only had one serious relationship but he had always been pretty solid with rejection. Maybe he hadn't just said Hart was the prettiest one there just to stir the pot. Maybe he actually believed it to be true. No. John was here to get out of jail. Not to make friends or fall in love with someone who was just as screwed up as he was. Leaned into his seat, a fain blush creeping up his face.

Krait was almost sure Sparkplug looked past her when she told who went next, but almost stuttered when it came to it. Thinking for a second, she leaned forward to look at the candidates. "Hmmm... as much as I would like to ask about human problems from an alien..." Krait started, still thinking furiously. The little tactician inside saw this as great opportunity to find lacking information from the files. Something that was bit more important than how much someone would care for another in sexual form.

"Alright... Jaqcue, if I may?" Krait started, trying to make it sure it was alright to call him by his name for now, since 'Leather hide' felt so corny to her. "Truth or dare?".

Jacque's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Krait picked him next, "Uh...I guess i'll break the pattern here and pick dare.". Truth be told, neither option seemed particularly appealing, but when faced with the choice of doing something stupid or revealing something about himself, doing something stupid won seven times out of ten.

"Alright then." Krait said, as she cursed inside of her for not getting the possibility... of course the guy had to choose dare. "Something daring..." she said, thinking for a moment, as she was lacking any good ones that wouldn't wreck the vehicle and crush everyone to death and wouldn't fall for easy category. "Fetch the hat from our driver for me, would you ever be so kind." she then said, trying to make it sound like rather simple task. There was no connection to the driver and passengers on inside, having a wall between for probable information security reasons. Only way was through the doors. If she wasn't getting information by words, she would get a good observation of his abilities. "Don't worry, you can chicken out if you prefer that way." she then added, stretching her arms upwards for a second.

Roxy rolled her eyes at the stupid dare. Sure there was no obvious way to reach the driver, which was probably intentional, but the task wasn't impossible. She could think of a couple of ways to accomplish the dare. She wondered what method Jacque would choose.

Jacque let out a heavy sigh at the dare, 'Of course, make the guy with the busted arm do something involving a lot of movement...'. The gator man looked around the interior of the limousine, it appeared there was no physical means of reaching the driver without getting out of the vehicle, unless..."Alright. Seems simple enough.". Jacque raised his functioning arm and balled up his fist, the limb underwent a partial transformation, quickly expanding muscle, and replacing skin with thick scales, and nails with claws. Not even stopping to think about it, Jacque punched the wall just to the right of Krait's head, his arm smashing through the wall with only minimal resistance, right where Jacque assumed the passenger seat of the car would be.

The driver shrieked, the vehicle swerved slightly swerved a bit, "What the FUCK are you people doing!?", Jacque drew back his fist and leaned forward, "Gimme your hat." he said calmly, "My hat? Why would y-", "The next one goes through your chest.". There was a brief moment of silence, then a shuffling sound before the hat was pushed through the hole Jacque had made. Jacque picked up the hat and twirled it on his finger, "Un chapeau.".

Krait crossed her arms, turning her head slightly though the expression on her face was covered by the masking. "Well done." she said. "Almost thought you wouldn't even break anything while at it. Now, if you just give that along with your 'truth or dare'..." she said. She hadn't thought this entirely through, in the fact she was now on the responding side...

Despite his normally somewhat disinterested expression, a corner of Jacque's mouth curved upwards imperceptibly as he flicked the driver's hat onto Krait's lap and regressed his arm back into its human state. Before deciding which person he would pick, Jacque offered up a quick apology to the driver who merely sighed and grumbled something along the lines of 'not getting paid enough for this shit'. "Lets see...how about you?" Jacque crooned before pointing at Hikari, "Truth or Dare?".

Hikari raised an eyebrow when she was chosen for Truth or Dare. Considering that she'd been quiet so far, she wasn't surprised when it was finally her turn. Sooner or later they'd pick her out. "Truth." A dare at this point would only needlessly endanger her life and she didn't want to do anything stupid after what Jaque did. Honestly, she'd underestimated their capacity for creating dares. She didn't want to try and stand on the car roof or anything like that. So she'd roll with whatever question they asked. She might even attempt to include Nic in the game when it was her turn.

Jacque cocked his head sideways when Hikari picked truth, "Back to the pattern huh? Alright, I guess I can work with that.". He lowered his finger to Hikari's arm, "I read the file on you, it mentioned something about how you wouldn't talk to them about the tats, so, what exactly do they mean? Where'd you get em? You can either either one of those questions, doesn't matter to me.".

John was intrigued by the question. He had wondered about those tats before as well. They seemed familiar to him for some reason. He wondered why considering he had never met Hikari in his life. Or at least he didn't think he had.

Hikari thought about the question. They had asked her about them, but she refused to answer. "I got these tats because I was good at running stuff back and forth across town. Illegal stuff. As to what they mean... they don't mean anything except that I liked the design." Partially true. The tattoos were both decorative and served a purpose. It was actually something people would recognize as her's and if they knew her, then they would approach her for jobs. However, this just didn't seem particularly relevant. "As for the second question, I don't remember." She answered this one only because she figured her partial truth on the first warranted it. "Now, it's my turn right?" She made a bit of a show trying to 'figure' out who to pick. "Nic. Truth or Dare?"