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bakerstreet2012-12-22 11:46 pm
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university life au meme
| do this: ☑ leave a blank comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject for others to reply to. ☑ when replying, use the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 10. ☑ or cheat and pick whichever number you like best. ☑ your characters are now in a ~*situation*~ together. make of it what you will. |
| scenarios: [01] lecture hall ➟ who the fuck actually pays attention during these things? well, maybe you. or maybe you're texting someone, dicking around on the internet, or going oldschool and passing notes. [02] cafeteria ➟ chow time! sit down to eat with your friends, stand awkwardly and look for a table like you did in middle school, or be that creep-ass in the corner, eating with his hood up. [03] doorsock ➟ awww yeeee. it's time to get down to business. just don't forget the sock on the door, dude. seriously. (and use protection!) [04] sexiled ➟ someone else put the sock on the door, because your ass is stuck out here. at least you're not alone? listen in, interrupt, find something else to do, or just chat and wait. (they won't be long, right?) [05] room inspection ➟ oh shi— maybe someone gave you a heads up, and you're scrambling to hide your shit. maybe someone didn't, and you're basically fucked. [06] frat party ➟ drunk? stoned? costumed? alone? about to get lucky? about to get busted? it's up to you, man. [07] new roomie ➟ who's this douchebag? your new roommate! help them get settled in, draw a line down the center of the room, label all your shit. however you roll. [08] study buddies ➟ an all-nighter cram session, or a regular weekly thing? maybe you don't even get much studying done, but hey, whatever, right? [09] morning after ➟ what the actual fuck happened last night? bizarre texts? underwear hanging in places they shouldn't? a bathtub full of tequila and limes? just a gorgeous being in bed next to you? [10] go crazy ➟ pick one or make up your own! get fucking creative. |
04.
There's a sock on her doorknob and Lydia's first reaction is relief that they remembered this time.
Her second is (pure, unadulterated rage) intense agitation - because she's papers due soon, her bookbag is heavy and making her shoulder ache, her laptop is dying, and she'd left the charger in the room - that has her slapping at the door a few times and cursing Allison through the door loud enough to disturb anyone who might be within her immediate vicinity. ]
Allison, come on this is the third time - shit!
[ But there's a sock on her doorknob, and loud, bass heavy music thudding within the room in time to the squeaks of the bed spring, so if anyone is disturbed, it's an innocent bystander because McCall and Allison don't even seem to notice. ]
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[ theon's peeked his head out the door because he'd about gotten used to the bass thumping and bed bumping but now there is a new commotion, and it's disturbing his attempt to pull an essay about business ethics out of his arse at the last second. ]
[ the new commotion is a hot redhead who looks like she's about to blow her top. ]
They've been at it for hours. You're welcome to come into mine, if you want.
[ a silky smile, because he knows american girls tend to like the accent, and he brushes his hair back off his face. he's wearing a pink tshirt and tight denim and so fucking glad laundry day was yesterday. somehow he'd missed that he had a hot neighbour — probably because he spent next to zero time in his own room. theon went to other people's houses and brought down havoc, but he only uses his dorm for sleeping, showering, studying, and smoking cones. ]
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[ the accent reeks of transfer or exchange students - which she didn't think the university housed with everyone else because the faculty seemed very sensitive about culture shock and had held poorly organized seminars on community and diversity at the beginning of the year - but who knows, he could just moved to the states recently or something... of course, it wasn't like she was curious or anything. ha, no, that was silly, and she should focus more on remaining angry with scott and allison, or else planning out her revenge. ]
[ not wondering which province he came from, or why she'd never seen him around before if he supposedly lived right across the hall. it was disconcerting to have strangers pop up uninvited - a la mccall. ]
I wouldn't want to bother you. Besides, I need the charger for my computer. [ and she gestures to the door, behind which someone has started keening. ]
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[ theon glances at the door with a grimace, because he isn't going to be able to concentrate for as long as the noise keeps going. ]
Your laptop and my essay are both going to have to wait until marathon man's done, likely.
[ he opens his door wider, inviting. ]
Come on, I'll make you a cup of coffee and we can make fun of their sex noises. Or take turns bashing on the wall. Or put on some music of our own.
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[ lydia casts one last, forlorn glance back at the socked doorknob and can swear she hears muffled exclamations of i'm coming, i'm coming, but that really doesn't mean much because, as he'd alluded, mccall could be winning medals in sexual endurance, and allison might be getting a few lectures on friendship. ]
[ but that would come later, and she tears her gaze from her door, smooths out the pinched and annoyed expression that curls her lips, and makes to slide into the room. ]
I'm Lydia, by the way. What kind of music do you have?
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Dubstep. Trance. Bit of folk for when I'm feeling mellow.
[ mellow, of course, could mean any number of things; there's a lingering sweet scent of marijuana. mostly theon doesn't sample his own merchandise, but he likes hookah and he likes the occasional bowl. ]
[ the inside of his apartment is clean in a bare way, the furniture mostly beanbags and milk crates, though there's an electric guitar leaned up against one wall that says he's not as poor as all that. the coffee table is heavy with textbooks and papers and his laptop. as promised, he moves into the little kitchenette and puts the coffee pot on to boil; the smell of that will soon override the last lingering whiff of drugs. ]
You can put your own iPod on if you'd rather.
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[ lydia idly peruses her playlists first, but finds most of them unsatisfactory; none of them were nearly grating enough to bother scott and allison next door (or at least drown them out) without giving her a headache and possibly pissing off her host. just because lydia thought her musical tastes were refined didn't mean everyone would appreciate the stylings of sade or taylor swift. not if he was the type who liked dubstep. ]
[ which is eventually what she selects; choosing a random song from his player and turning up the volume until it is at noise disturbance level, but not headache inducing itself. maybe the base would break the small dorm windows and let some fresh air in here to rid the room of the lingering pot smell, but she'd settle for disturbing her friends. "friends" - she who sexiled her from her own room to have marathon sex with her boyfriend was no longer a friend, but he who took her in and offered her coffee might just have friendship material. even if he was a stoner. ]
[ satisfied with the base in her song choice, lydia eventually turns from the speakers, flips her hair and smiles at him. she has to raise her voice above the music, but manages to call sweetly; ]
I don't suppose you have cream and sugar, do you?