The 2910 Census

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...after a bit of box crack, here comes this game. Basically, you answer the question given in the post above you, and then pose a question of your own. For example.

John Doe asks in his post:
How many people live in your home?

Jane Doe responds in her post:
21

And then asks in that same post:
How many of them own a white Bronco?

Get it? Okay...so here's the initial post to get this whole thing going!

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A man knocks on the door. When you answer, he gives a cheery smile and announces he's with the 2910 Census Beaurea and he has some questions to ask. His first question is:

Do you or anyone in your household own a magical talking cat?

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Titus picks up Apollo and hugs him with all his might while squealing, "Kitty!"


The man blinks at the response writes it down with a nod and continues with,

"Uh huh. How many short sailor skirts do you own?"

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((...ninjas in before someone else can answer...))

Padma gives the census taker a thorough look over while smoking her pipe. Just when he thinks that he probably won't get an answer, she says, "No."

The man coughs as a puff of smoke is blown his way, and after a minute asks his next question.

"Which of the following applies to you?
A) I am a Japanese citizen.
B) I am a foreigner of Earth origin.
C) I am a foreigner of extraterrestrial origin.

If C, what is your place of origin?"

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The poor Cenus man.

""Which of the following applies to you?
A) I am a Japanese citizen.
B) I am a foreigner of Earth origin.
C) I am a foreigner of extraterrestrial origin. If C, what is your place of origin?""

El stood in the door clad in his white bunny slippers, a pair of shiny, silver boxers, with his wet hair wrapped up in a towel on the top of his head. He took a long drink of coffee, staring deadpan at the man.

"...Foreign of Extraterrestrial Origin.. Argenia-Ophiuchus."

The man jots that down, a sweatdrop appearing on the side of his head. "Uh... Are you single, married, divorced, widowed or other?"

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Emma knew she shouldn't have answered the door when she wasn't expecting anyone. Or she could at least have closed the door in his face once he said he was from the census bureau and had a few questions for her!

To the man's question of marital status she replied, "Quite single."

The man's eyes dared to wander questioningly over to the baby she held in her arms, one which was at the moment happily swinging a plush toy frog around by one leg.

"Don't judge me," the woman said crossly. "You know nothing of who I am or my situation."

He wisely neglected to mention finding out about her and her situation was exactly the reason he was there. Instead, he simply carried on to the next question.

"Have you ever been convicted of a violent crime?"

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Kanbei scratched his chest as he regarded the census man. He came all the way here to ask such a stupid question?

“Yeah, sure,” Kanbei answered casually, then gave sudden pause. “Wait, that was on Argenia. Does that count? Nah, probably not. Let’s see…convicted on Earth…” He put a hand to his chin. “Well, I committed a lot violent crimes, but I guess I never got convicted. Or maybe I did…does torture count as conviction? Damn, this shit is complicated. Makes me kind of pissed off.”

The man backed up a step and laughed nervously, “I’ll just put you down as a yes then…”

The man cleared his throat and read off the next question.

“Are you in any way physically or mentally impaired? If so, please explain how.”

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Ami disliked the idea of labelling herself "disabled", or "impaired", as this census worker put it. She could still do most of the things she could before, almost just as easily, since she'd adjusted to using her prosthesis. Still, on a census that would, amongst other things, help determine funding for health care, this wasn't the time to get all up in arms over labels (she thought, as though she would've been likely to make a fuss at any time).

"I lost my right arm below the elbow in the events of last summer," she said. As usual, she stuck to the official story, "It happened that day all those statues were running amok in town. I'm a doctor, and I was trying to help get the wounded out of harm's way. I didn't expect to become a victim, myself."

Of course she had the (perfectly forged) hospital records to back it up, should anyone ask. She'd spent centuries covering up for the Sols' civilian identities, and had it down to almost an art form by now.

"I'm sorry," the man said with the sensitivity trained into him as he took down the response and moved on. "What are your religious beliefs?"