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bakerstreet2013-11-13 09:29 am
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AWKWARD SITUATIONS MEME
Fall out of a tree and land on someone? Get drunk and hang off someone thinking they were someone else? Wake up in jail and can't remember how you got there? Take a dare to run naked through the streets and catch someone taking pictures?
We all know what it's like to be stuck in an awkward situation and now you are lucky enough to get stuck in that situation with someone else. Enjoy!
RULES
- Start a comment with your character's name, canon, and your preferences.
- Tag characters by RNGing/selecting a number between 1 and 12 for one of the prompts or just pick whichever one you like.
- Play out all of the awkward. Feel free to use any and all NPCs you need to make your situation work out.
- Profit!
PROMPTS
1. Dropping In - Falling down stairs, out of a tree, etc, and landing on or in front of someone. Falling on your face at someone's feet is always fun, right?
2. Eat and Meet - Spilling your coffee in that random person's lap, spitting out that bad sushi right in someone's face or onto their plate, coming out of the cake at that bachelor party and seeing someone you didn't expect, or maybe you got dragged on a date to a new restaurant serving foods you really don't want to eat. Food and awkward are age old friends.
3. Awkwardcalypse - The world is ending and it's too ridiculous to believe, but at least someone else is there with you. Yes those are alien tomatoes out to eat you and you should get out of there. Or maybe you're trying to outrun whatever plague is making people strip their clothes and run around naked. Are those zombies part of a musical about brains? Crazy is happening and you feel like the only sane person left.
4. The Morning After - You did something really stupid last night and you just ran into someone who may have seen you. Get drunk and cry all over a stranger? Moon a bus of people on a dare? Is this even the right person?
5. Put a Chain on It - You just got arrested and what more awkward kind of meeting is there than running into someone in the slammer?
6. Sticking With You - Trapped in an elevator, sinking in quicksand, tied together in a hostage situation, or accidentally pick up a leaking bottle of superglue at the store at the same time as someone else? Somehow you are now trapped together and need to figure out how to get yourselves out.
7. Turn Out The Lights - It's a black out and you're just trying to find a way out or get to the nearest light. Lots of awkward things can happen in the dark. Oops, that wasn't a doorknob you just grabbed.
8. Can You Hear Me Now? - Drunk calling the wrong number, sending sext messages to your best friend instead of your partner, lots of awkward things can happen over the phone, but at least you can't see each other while you're doing it.
9. Under the Influence - Had a little too much at that party, or maybe your prescription allergy medicine kicked in at the worst time, or you've just been hit by a curse where you can only speak in sexual innuendo. Something is influencing you and the situation is only getting more awkward from there.
10. Caught in the Act - It could be something completely innocent, but when that other person walks in, it looks like anything but. Maybe you're being a little naughty and public restrooms really aren't the place for that sort of thing. Or maybe you're on the run and need to drag someone in for a quick make-out session to throw your pursuers off your trail.
11. Double Dog Dare - You know you can't back down from a double dog dare! Even if it's the most ridiculous and unbelievable thing someone ever asked you to do. Like getting naked at the zoo and climbing into the penguin pool. You just hoped you could get away with no one else seeing you do it.
12. Mix and Match - Make up your own scenario or mix a few of the above prompts together for maximum awkward.
This'n closed to ASANCTUARY • • • no. 2
She's abandoned her dampened cloak and coat at a small table barely large enough to cater to the two chairs positioned at either side of it. All the better to pursue her most important matter of business today.
The baker's adult son had been staring at Astrid with one flummoxed eye, as if trying to determine if the young sorceress before her was playing a poorly executed prank: her asking for a list of the pastries available to her sitting before her to examine for herself. Is she joking? He wonders this very thing until he sees the girl reach deftly for her coin purse before fingering through each coin specifically. The older man's demeanor now is so suddenly soft, as to be rather apologetic, now that he has realized just why she's been giving him such a deadened stare during this whole transaction. A curious smirk is leaking into the corner of Astrid's mouth, amused at the man's alarming mood change.
"Oh no no, madam, I'll bring these to your table," the man insists, walking away to prepare her tea. "Near the fire, was it?"
Astrid turns to follow the direction where the man's voice, smile widening as she responds. "Oh my, you spoil me; le fael."
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Hovering inside by the fire as he slowly put away his coat, Moritz was very content to then walk up to the baker's son and choose a pastry (or two!) and collect his cup of tea. Coins dispersed for the food and drink, he starts making his way back to 'his' table, one of them closest to the warm fireside.
And that, unfortunately, is the first time his one-track mind of food warmth so cold out ow my toes hurt when they get feeling back starts to really take in more of his surroundings. He's usually high-energy, but the drizzling sleet and grasping winds have blown it clear out of him.
And that's when he first sees the table in front of him, blocking him from his own chosen seat. He'd managed to sleepwalk around it at first, but this time he misses it right until...now. When he walks right into it, hitting his hip hard against the table and his upper body jarring forwards still with momentum. He saves one apple turnover but the lemon square crumbles and spills away, and his tea? Utterly gone, cycling through the air. But it hits something so fast! Something solid that it spills against, spreading brown liquid all...over...
Oh Pelor no. "Oh my god! O-oh I'm so-- I'm so sorry, here lemme--" Moritz shuffles awkwardly and loudly around the table, attracting a bit of attention from the shopkeep. After a moment's hesitation he sets his remaining delicacy on the tabletop to grab a cloth napkin and wipe away some of the tea--
"Oh my god I'm sorry." Is what he says then, slowly and careful to enunciate, because he's just noticed he was cleaning tea water off clothed breasts and he thinks his heart has stopped. His entire face is red from more than just cold, now.
It's safe to say his hands are now nowhere near her chest, although they're wringing and worrying the napkin as he agonizes.
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And he's walking directly up to her.
Astrid lowers the almond scone from her lips and glances up, moreso out of instinct than needing to see -- as well as helping judge just where the echoes are ricocheting from. Just before she can verify that, oh yes, this man's trajectory is leading him just about to her table, there's a sudden clash against the bit of furniture she is seated at, a small earthquake that dislodges the scone from her hands and some tea from her cup.
But not moreso than the tea that dislodges itself from the man's hands and relocates itself absolutely all over her front. Astrid gasps in surprise, but mostly at the warmth that's spilling down her chest and lap. Better that than cold water, she reasons to herself as she wipes at her soaked top. She glances around as if she's lost something, unsure of what entirely is going on.
Once the scent of the tea is recognized as not what she ordered, she relaxes significantly, knowing that her cup is still safe on the table. "Oh it's quite all right, so long as my tea hasn't taken a tumble, you owe me no--"
And now there's a hand present on her bosom. Another gasp, but this time, she's huffing breaths of surprised laughter. She expects to keep her observations on the matter to herself, with at most a smarmy remark here or there once all is cleaned up and she's offered him a seat at the table, but it seems that the man's mind works just as quickly as hers. (That may not be such a bad thing, really.)
"Sorry for what? Are they really that bad?" Astrid grins as she presses her own handkerchief to her chest, attempting to mop up the drink while it is now cooling. She's "looking" directly at him...in that she's looking in his direction at nothing. "Oh, or do you not often greet strangers by laying your hands upon them intimately? I suppose I understand that."
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"This man botherin' you, miss?" A rough, heavy hand that nonetheless has to reach for his shoulder is tugging at Moritz. He turns with wide eyes to see the baker's son has snuck over from behind his display case.
"I-I-I-I--!!" Moritz says in his defense before turning back to the stranger he's spilled tea on, awaiting his fate.
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"Bothering? You might call it that..." She replies in a light tone, returning to her coin purse with the pure guidance of her fingertips to retrieve some silver pieces. Her head tilts fondly as a kind smirk tilts her lips. "But I certainly wouldn't.
"Be a dear and fetch some cloths? I'm simply dripping -- and another cup of whatever it is he was drinking that I am now incidentally wearing." She places the silver pieces on the table. "If you please?"
The man opens his mouth, but words hesitate at the woman's uncanny playfulness in the situation. It is at least an effective balm, and he can appreciate that. He leers instead at the taller man (an excuse for a frightened squirrel, really) and relinquishes his shoulder.
"Right away, m'lady." He takes merely one silver piece from the table -- for replacing the now broken cup lying on the floor, before setting off for his commissioned task. He's got his eye on you, sir.
"Are you going to stand there all evening, mister...?" Astrid teases with a motion of a light hand to the other side of the table...even though the chair is slightly more to her right. You get the idea, don't you, Moritz?
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"Oh!" Uh, well, he's clearly being invited to the table, and despite his horror about what he's done, he does so. He'd rather not offend her further. "I'm so, so sorry about this. Uh-- could I pay for your shirt? If, if it's ruined or anything." He probably has enough jangling about in the bottom of his bag, he's never fully tapped out, even after a harsh autumn of travel.
He drops his own tea and saucer on the table awkwardly, the both of them sloshed over with tea and leaving a little damp ring on the wood.
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"Mister Oh?" Astrid giggles; he very apparently forgot to introduce himself in his haze of alarm. "Pay for my shirt? Is it stained that badly?" She still keeps her "gaze" on Moritz as she pats down her chest, taking a deep breath. "Ah, black tea. Yes, that will be difficult to wash out, but perhaps not impossible!" She did wear a white top today, didn't she...? Look at just how heartbroken she is about it.
Astrid is mopping up her lap now, eye line wandering slightly: she's tracking the spilled drink where it has been soaked into her clothes before cooling. It's not difficult for her to miss. "Lucky for me I'm traveling, so I remembered to bring a few changes of clothing, so your repayment is not necessary. Are you all right, though? I didn't see you or the tumble you must have taken!"
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Perhaps she's losing her vision the way the old do, colors fading and parts blackening out, but the big picture can sometimes be glimpsed. They're not white, just a healthy-enough clear color, colorless and dilated maybe wider than Moritz would expect for being so near the fire.
"Me? No, I'm fine. All I did was knock myself into your table, my hip can handle itself even if my balance can't. God, I'm so clumsy, I'm so sorry. I just didn't see it, I don't know why I'm so blin--" The choking wheeze he makes when he cuts himself off mid-syllable is obvious, a blaring siren that he's misspoke, and Moritz just s l o w l y buries his entire burning face behind his large hands.
"I'm. Sorry." Is said muffled, carefully, not a letter leaving his lips without being double-checked. The heavens must be ready to open up and swallow him whole.
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She leans in to comment on his ramblings -- though they are exactly that, and she finds no opportunity to cut in until the man practically sputters across the table in horror at some sort of revelation...
And it takes Astrid all of a blink of her eyes' time to start giggling uncontrollably. The baker leers over at them from the other side of the room curiously, finding that Moritz is being dealt his share of punishment for his clumsiness -- courtesy of the karmic god, apparently.
"Suppose that makes two of us, then?" Astrid's voice bubbles as she finds her breath from behind her hand, sounding even more airy than before. "It's amazing, the insight you'll find in blindness, don't you think? There is something to be seen in everything." Something the Goddess once assured her -- something she attempts to channel as she reaches a hand out, deftly touching his forearm. Her knuckles graze against fabric before her fingers actually spread over his arm.
"Oh and, I'm Astrid."
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Moritz gapes, lips parted and eyes wide, whole body hunched away as though he's honestly terrified of this tiny woman, as she leans forward to tap his arm. His first attempt at vocalization is just a disbelieving huff of air. "Yo-- you, uh." He swallows, then laughs breathlessly, because nothing makes sense and he can't stop blushing from how much of an idiot he feels. "Astrid. Thank you. And...yes, I'd like to think there's something to learn from anything." He's certainly learned a lesson or two here, and once his heart comes back out of his throat he'll surely try to tease those lessons into the light of conscious awareness.
After a moment, his other hand comes across and pats Astrid's where it's resting on his forearm. Each one of his fingers is the size of two of hers.
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But the hand on hers is even more of a surprise, stilling her for a moment. She is the queen of polite touch: a hand on a shoulder, a grasp of hands, a congratulatory tap on the arm. She hasn't been graced like this since she last saw her mother. She bites her lip at the thought, feeling a spark of fondness for the man's constant string of actions and reactions. He must be very receptive, she suspects. Yes, much like her mother!
"There is!" Astrid eagerly confirms with a squeeze of his arm. "Tell me Moritz, though you are practically a stranger to me still: what sort of things have you learned recently? Not immediately, though; it seems like you've had quite a lot of excitement from today." She doesn't mean to joke at his expense! In fact, this is her trying to be kind.
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"Well..." That's quite the question, isn't it? Don't sound stupid, Moritz. He clearly wracks his brain a few moments, and then manages, "I learned to keep extra pairs of socks on me while traveling during winter." His blush is still there, although at least it's fading.
"And...how cheese is made. I stayed with a real friendly couple recently who showed me. We didn't really make cheese at my parents' farm back home." Those are silly things to share. But they're exciting, real things, and that sort of nervous energy keeps him talking. He's smiling down at the table even though he might not have a reason to hide his face in embarrassment - old habits die hard.
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"Oh! Your parents have a farm? Did you live there?" The half-elf remembers Cormanthor, too much forest for organized crops anywhere except for the Shadowdale, and even then she rarely saw the farms in the community. Being in a coven for most of your life gives your priorities a little bit of tunnel vision like that.
jesus i'm gonna get ANOTHER cavity from these guys
This is good, and clearly setting him at ease. A nervous man but a natural chatterbox, Moritz isn't even quite recognizing that they're still loosely holding hands to arms except in the broad sense of feeling rather happy about it. "Did your family have a farm too?"
I'm already platonic-shipping them I can't deal with it
And draw closer she does, settling her chin in her free hand like a child eager to hear a story. "Oh not at all, but I lived not too far from the Shadowdale, there are farms there. Our coven wouldn't have survived without them! I saw the farms a few times when I was very young; the animals were so large. I was scared of the cows for a little while." A bashful admission, and it comes on a soft chuckle.
There is a bonus piece of truth hidden in her answer, if Moritz knows where to look...and only if he's feeling brave enough to even address it again.
And if not: "What brings you away from your home and here in Silverymoon? There are more academics here than farmers."
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But he absolutely doesn't feel uncomfortable talking about general things. He perks right up again when he's asked another question. "Well, I guess I'm more of an academic than a farmer now, myself! I serve Pelor, I'm part of his church." A cleric, which is the obvious conclusion, although not the only one. Not everyone in the church has spells, but the training for those that can call themselves cleric is surprisingly rough.
Doesn't seem to have made Moritz any less perky, of course. "Right now I'm bringing a skin of a potion to the church here. We try to spread out our knowledge whenever we can amongst all our sister churches. I'm not-- an expert myself yet, but when our really great sorcerers and wizards figure out how to set a spell inside a potion or an oil, it helps protect people without magic.
"I'm bringing over a shield of faith from the church at Everlund right now. I've done a few runs like this before." He doesn't seem to mind being used as a transporter for a potion he's not going to immediately benefit from. And it looks further like he's got a reason why. "I love meeting new people when I have to travel."