The You Start Meme

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The You Start Meme

How To Play
- Choose one of the starting scenario to leave a comment with.
- In your comment write out a little scenario for people to tag in with their muse. You start the thread your way. Start with one scenario or write out multiple ones, whatever you want.
- Other people will tag your little starting post and you're off to the races!
- List preferences or link to permissions/kink lists/verses
- No more awkward "you start" comments!

Scenarios
Gen
i. Coffee Shop: maybe you're waiting in line for your coffee. Maybe you've got an open seat at your table. Maybe you think the barista is cute and you want to chat them up. Start your scene in a great place to meet people, the coffee shop.

ii. Travel Delays: the weather has conspired against you and you're not going anywhere for awhile. Your flight's delayed, you're stuck on the side of the road or your train has to wait for the tracks to clear. Either way you're stuck and maybe someone will come chat to relieve your boredom.

iii. Broken Elevator: well isn't this just the best? Your elevator has broken down and the helpful repair people say it's going to be a little while before they get it moving again. At least you've got company. Time to make friends with the person you're stuck with.

iv. Wrong Number: whoops, you just sent a text to/called the wrong number. Yet, instead of ending the conversation you find yourself intrigued and keep talking to this mysterious stranger you've met over the phone.

v. Morning Jog/Evening stroll: whether you're out with the sun, getting ready for the day with an energetic run or stumbling your way home after a fun night out you've found yourself walking/running along with a stranger. You might as well start up a conversation. Maybe they have some good health tips/hangover cures.

Shippy
i. First Date: your palms are sweaty, this is totally embarrassing but come on, it's the first time you're going out with this totally awesome person you met. You're allowed to be nervous. You just hope everything goes well it's your first date.

ii. First Kiss: so you didn't completely screw up the first date, or the second, or the third. Things are going really, really well. Now, you're going to make your move, lean in and plant a kiss right on those lips you've been staring at for just about forever. Go get 'em tiger.

iii. Moving In: how is so much stuff going to fit into one apartment/house? You were not expecting moving to be this much of a hassle but it kinda is. It's worth it though because now you get to spend all your time at home with the person you love the most.

iv. Proposal: you are totally head over heels, Hallmark Valentine's day card levels of in love. You know you need this person in your life forever. You can't live without them. You're going to do it, you're going to tell them how you feel and then pop the big question. You only hope they say yes.

v. Wedding Day: hey look, your palms are sweaty again and you thought you were past that stage. No one blames you though today's the big day, the day you say "I do" and pledge your life to your love. Here's hoping it goes off without a hitch!

Smutty
i. In Vino Veritas: a little bit of liquid courage has made you brave and charming. You've seduced your way into someone's bed and it's amazing. You're definitely not thinking about the hangover you're probably going to have in the morning.

ii. Sex Pollen: someone's sprinkled some magic dust on you and honestly if you don't fuck someone soon you're going to explode. Luckily for you someone else also got dosed and they're ready and willing to go.

iii. Mid-Fuck: the foreplay is over, so are the niceties. You're down to the down and dirty, fucking. You're not making love, you're fucking. It's really damn good too.

iv. S&M: the bedroom is also a playroom. Whips, chains, and handcuffs are where it's at. Whether you're the sub or dom, tied or not you love it a little kinky.

v. Candles & Flowers: tonight you're putting on a little Barry White, lit a few candles and put out a few roses. It's all romance all night long. You're not fucking, you're making love, sweet, slow and sensual.

AU
i. High School: time to learn some ABCs or sleep through first period, you know whatever. Maybe you're the A student, or the slacker. Maybe you're the jock. Whatever you are, you can't wait until you graduate and get the hell out.

ii. Daemons: instead of your soul being on the inside it walks next to you as an animal. Everyone has them. Everyone can see your soul, know a great deal about you just from one glimpse. There's no hiding in this world.

iii. Monsters: werewolves, vampires, and demons oh my! Which one are you? Do you howl at the moon every month? Have a craving for blood? Or want to buy and sells souls to torture them for all eternity? Either way, you're not exactly human or exactly good.

iv. Wings: maybe it's a mutation, maybe it's a magical spell, the reason doesn't matter. What matters is you have wings. Maybe they're small. Maybe they're huge. They're yours though, your wings to use as you see fit.

v. Dungeons & Dragons: welcome to a world of high fantasy where you can be a noble warrior with a sword and shield, the dashing rogue with clever fingers, or a powerful mage to call down fire from the sky. You're off an a fantastical quest for an equally fantastical item. It's time to save the princess.

Comments

Kyouya Otori | Ouran High School Host Club | ota

[hostclubshadowking]

Look, it's-- It's fine.

[He is too irritated for anything else. The barista is obviously not going to get his order right. And he refuses to drink the syrupy mess that is supposed to be a very simple cappuccino. This is what he gets for going to somewhere other than where his father first took him and where he's gotten coffee ever since.

The three drinks he tasted and couldn't stand have been distributed between customers and workers alike, and he finally has a very plain coffee that he has personally added milk and sugar to.

That took far longer than it should have.]

This is fine. ["I won't be coming back, though. Or suggesting anyone else come here."]


(Other starters can be written if preferred. Women for platonic scenes or unrequited/club-shippy scenes. Men for platonic scenes or unrequited/club/sincere-shippy scenes.)

[overlordmaou]

[And suddenly Maou is there behind the counter, shift manager name-badge on display. It's new, and he's proud of it. His hard work is finally getting him somewhere, but only if his co-workers don't mess it up for him. So, smile firmly in place, he tells his co-worker to go clean the floor in the back (he will sort him out later) and takes over.]

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir! Unfortunately, we've recently had to take on new staff, and some of them are struggling to learn how the machines work, so your patience is appreciated. Allow me to re-make your coffee, or give you a refund.

[He means every word.]

[cakelover]

Do you want mine instead, Kyo-chan~? [ Mitsukuni's order came out fine.

...Of course, his order is also the most sugary drink mixture allowable by the menu, so it's unlikely that anyone in their right mind would say "yes" to this offer.

But at least he's making it, looking up at his junior with a mild concern. ]

Seimei Aoyagi / Loveless

[alwaysbeloved]

[Taking a stroll isn't one of his favorite activities. In fact he considers it a pain, but Madam had insisted. So, after donning a coat, Seimei is walking down a dirt path, his senses, as always, alert. Don't even think about sneaking up on him. You won't like the greeting you get.

Absently, he pulls out his phone and checks his messages. No, there is nothing from Nisei. How disappointing. Patience isn't a virtue Seimei accepts with open arms.

With each moment, his enemies could be closing in on him. There is no one he can trust.

So be it.]

[nephilimduke]

[ There are two bats flapping through the night, following a man who is out for a stroll on his own. The white and the black flying rodents are loudly scolding their master over not being back in Hell and doing his paperwork; the stuff has piled up to the ceiling again, apparently. He has a purpose, but apparently a demon of high position such as him shouldn't be out scouting for human foods like ice cream and crepes.

The master in turn is getting really tired of them, however. ]

Shut up and go back home before I roast you!!

[ At that, the bats seemed to pale, and flew off at high speed. ]

Amaterasu ☼ Okami ☼ OTA

[motherofthesun]

[Origin of Good and Mother to All, Amaterasu rules over much of the world still despite the time that has passed. Not surprising that someone like her was single. She's an old goddess, but still young in immortal terms and busy with many other deities and spirits abound.]

[Today she's made some time. Her smile is as radiate as always when she lands near and approaches, one only meant for occasions like this.]

Have you been waiting long?

[Though, she chuckles. Time being a delayed factor? A little hard when slowing time down is simple enough.]

[OOC: Rolled for a proposal situation, but if you'd rather another, up to changing.]

[dontneedscales]

[Amaterasu had first come to Alph at a good time, while he was having a crisis of faith over revelations about his own god. Now he was always glad to see the All-Mother in person, and had actually grown extraordinarily fond of her. He wondered if maybe it was at a different level than the reverence one should normally reserve for gods.]

[Either way, she wasn't the only one wearing a bright smile when they caught sight of each other.]

Not at all, I just arrived really. How are you?

Morticia Addams | The Addams Family

[madamemorticia]

(Aw yeah, d&d au!)

Morticia, the Chaotic Neutral half-elven assassin, weighed the silver in her purse thoughtfully. A good advance, certainly, and there would be more where it came from when she and her friends discovered the crown prince's location before his bride to be discovered he was missing. Had he been abducted? Had he run off? Whatever the case, he had to be brought back, even if it was in a net like an animal.

"We should have an exciting journey ahead of us," she said to her friends.

This is bound to be a trainwreck.

[dancinghaze]

"Well, hopefully it won't be too exciting," Atoli commented nervously. "In fact, I wouldn't mind it at all if it was completely boring. Like a nice walk through the cloister gardens or through the city park. Wouldn't that be nice, Miss Morticia? If we found the prince just out for a stroll? Then we could have a picnic ourselves afterward!"

As Lawful Good cleric of Pelor Atoli was likely one of the oddest of their group: sheltered and grossly naïve, she gravitated more towards peaceful encounters or prayer and the thought of engaging in any kind of combat terrifying her (not to mention that questionable actions or behavior often set her off on rants about how people should be nice to one another). Still, despite her quirks and how ill at ease she was with the more morally ambiguous characters, it was obvious the young human had been blessed by her chosen deity - her healing spells powerful and plentiful - so it was hoped that she'd manage to integrate herself into the rescue party.

...And even if she couldn't, there hadn't been another cleric available that could travel on such short notice.

"Um, well, I suppose that if he was out for a walk they wouldn't have asked us to help find him, right?"

Ryan Walker | Original | OTA | ii - travel delays

[amorality]

[Generally, Ryan is a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting around for the train. Watching people go by is entertaining, and if he makes his employers wait on him, then so be it. As far as he's concerned (a biased viewpoint, admittedly), he's indispensable and they'll survive.

Today is not a typical situation, though. He's working on a private project. The fact that there's been a crash on the tracks has him tapping his foot in an incredibly irritating fashion, letting out a huge sigh every now and then as he constantly glances up at the clock. The source of his impatience is the massive cooler sitting right next to him - the one taking up two seats. Of course, they're the only ones left in sight of the platform. Who knows how much longer the train will be? With the rain pounding outside so hard, no one seems keen to leave their spot in favor of trying to hail a cab or walk home.

Ryan's certainly not budging.]

[ex_apricots766]

[ Sitting not very far off is a very lithe, straight-shouldered, and moon-eyed youth. Easily looked over, unless one were to glance back at an angle. He's perched with knees touching but his heels elevated off the floor, looking about with an almost absurd amount of interest. See, though, this is his first time outside of the walls of his home and being the sentimental creature that he is everything is capturing his heart.

After ten minutes of letting the tingling of nerves and excitement overwhelm him, he stands to investigate, staring too long at people, getting in the way of a middle-aged and pacing man, he murmurs names of sodas and snacks from vending machines under his breath to himself, and then, finally, he dangles over the back of the seat on Ryan's left. ]

What're you traveling with a cooler for? [ a small, naturally lilted voice. ]

Anders : DA:2 : OTA

[fight_thecircle]

Canon Verse: Coffee Shop Pub

For once, Anders left his clinic and went to the Hanged Man without anyone twisting his arm. Varric didn't charm and Hawke didn't have to beg. He went and found a nice sat at their usual corner table. He almost seems content, sitting on the edge of the group. He had to shift suddenly to make room for someone trying to get through.

"Sorry, here, let me..." he said, moving his chair.

---
Modern AU: Evening Stroll

This wasn't the sort of neighborhood where one would expect to find a man wandering by himself at night with just a backpack over his shoulder. Anders walked with his head down but his eyes up, watching each shadow for someone. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been mugged while he made his rounds, going to the places no other doctor would go. His pack was full of clean needles, basic first aid and some expired medicine that the clinic wouldn't miss.

A rattle from the shadows had him shifting, facing what he expected to be an attack. "Who's there?"

[shipper_on_deck]

[hanged man all the way wooooo!

Yeah, so have an Isabela leaning forward, hovering at your shoulder]

What a gentleman, Anders. I'm almost touched. [grin]

Naoto Shirogane ⊗ Persona 4 ⊗ F/M

[pishirogane]

[Scenario 2-V]

[The clock seemed louder than it ever had before. As the bridesmaids talked among themselves, the bride herself was sitting in the room at the mirror, checking her appearance over again. Nothing was out of place, but it just felt like something would go wrong. Wardrobe malfunction? No, that couldn't be. The one who made this dress fitted it properly. Make-up? No more needed to be applied. Hair and veil? It was all in order...]

[A quick rapping at the door made her turn and a bridesmaid peeked in. She rose to her feet, blinking]

Is it time?

[They nodded hurriedly and gave Naoto a smile before closing the door. Fiddling with her white gloved hands and playing with the necklace she wore, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. This had been a long time coming.]

[Turning back to the table for a moment, she picked up her bouquet and walked to the door. Her heels clicked with each step and she stepped out to meet her grandfather. He was smiling brightly and she managed one back. She couldn't have a better escort down the aisle.]

[topgun_textiles]

[His heart was thundering in his ears. He, too, had run the list through his mind again and again. Her dress was perfect, and he'd checked his twitch about a hundred times. Everyone had called and said they were here on time; the florists, the caterers, the bakers, the officiator, the guests...

Was this the jitters? They had to be. Because here he was standing at the altar - something he never thought he'd ever be doing, a guy like him - wanting to scream at the top of his lungs both that he was getting married and that if he could get anything right, please let it be today. The tie he wore almost felt too tight, but when he swallowed and nothing bumped against it, he knew it was his own imagination.

When the music was queued, Kanji momentarily stood rigid and kept his mouth clamped shut, or his heart was gonna jump right out. It was tradition that they didn't see each other today, and he'd been careful never to see her in the dress. When he turned his head, he sought to end that right... now.]

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney | Oh hey, I have one of these AUs...

[truthsnomiracle]

[It isn't every day that the investigations Miles Edgeworth makes into crimes in Fairhaven lead underground. Frankly, as superstitious as the residents are about the long-abandoned Cathedral of the Silver Flame, the so-called "atheist cleric" is surprised he's not heading into that frequent hideout again. There must be a reason why this particular band of thieves is operating out of the sewers instead, even if it's not yet clear and will most likely need to be discovered along the way.

The prosecutor-cleric isn't looking forward to slogging through such a filthy place, but even before his arrival on Eberron a year ago, truth was the most important ideal of all to him and the centerpiece of his life. Now, it's that and far more -- truth is also his share of the whole of divinity, the purpose of the magic he's learned to wield, and the very breath of the soul he now acknowledges exists within him. As such, he has all the more reason to do absolutely anything for it.

Unfortunately, the small measure of power he has doesn't make him a warrior by any means, and chances are rather high that the sewers of Fairhaven are as dangerous as they are rancid. As such, arrangements have been made for him to receive some assistance -- assistance that was supposed to arrive three minutes ago...]

[OOC: Have a jamjarred cloistered concept cleric Edgeworth, as seen roughly a year after Turnabout Devotion thus far -- which is to say, this can be considered a D&D AU prompt. Urban dungeon, anyone?]

[notyatsuka]

[It was meant to be his sister who was accompanying the cleric today, but she'd drunk a little too much last night. Instead, Togusa was going to have to go with this cleric through the sewers, and the last minute substitution and trying to get the information out of Seri meant he was running a little late. Carefully keeping his hood up and his head down, he approaches the only person who meets the vague description his sister gave.]

I apologise for my lateness. I believe you were waiting for someone named Seri; I'm her replacement for today. My name is Togusa.

[He's a little nervous, and his chain shirt and short swords are plain and have seen slightly better days. He's comfortable with them, though, so he'll stick with them.]

Rapunzel | Tangled | 2-in-1

[daydreaming]

Gen :: Coffee Shop

The moral of the story is don't take a girl who's spent her entire life to a coffee shop. Or any kind of shop where there's tons of options, actually, because at one point or another, there's going to be a breakdown of communication due to her absolutely being overwhelmed by variety.

Less of a breakdown, though, and more of an absolutely blissful dilemma.

"But how do you get the pumpkin pie in a cup?" And she's not even to the front of the line.

...at least she's not holding anyone up.

Yet.

Shipping :: First Kiss (F/M)

The blood is rushing to her head, but Rapunzel is fairly certain it has nothing to do with the fact that she's upside down. She's pretty used to that; hanging about is hours of fun when you have long hair. No, she's marking the new heat in her cheeks and the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach up to something new.

She's just learning how to take the things she really wants, and at the moment, she can think of nothing more than kissing the lips of the person in front of her. And why wouldn't she? They're amazing. Totally unlike anybody she's ever met.

Not that's she's. You know. Met a lot of people.

But that doesn't count, and all that does is how much she likes them - and how much she wants to kiss them, because it just feels like the thing to do. She doesn't know why.


So she goes out on a limb...only not exactly, it's more like out on her hair...and does it, using a bit of that recently gained moxie so she doesn't have to ponder the implications and freak out over should she shouldn't she for, like, ever.

Aridis Andersdatter | OC | iv Smutty -- closed

[littlesparrowbird]

She was just going in like she was told to. They wanted to be sure everything was holding together nicely. Just a quick check up and she could leave Wolfram and Hart.

Go back like she was supposed to. Aside from the fact there were some tiny abnormalities that they had noticed no one thought they would effect the outcome. Aridis is the same as she has been from the start of this venture. She is on her way out. Trying to avoid being seen so she can just take a taxi back to the pent house.

Not everything goes according to Holland's plan for the day. She doesn't go entirely unnoticed.

[evilhandissues]

Lindsey doesn't know what to make of this. On the one hand he's been with her husband for several days now - arguing his case in court but the way things had been going...

He was out on bail (who the hell paid his bail?) and the fact that she was here...

"...Aridis? Were you coming to see me?"

Dave Strider - Homestuck - OTA (non-castmates welcome)

[stridersinc]

It was the kind of late summer day in Houston where your shirt would start clinging to your chest within minutes of walking outside, generating that magical mix of sweat and ambient humidity in your ass-crack that can only be described as the boggiest crotch swamp you've ever had the misfortune to experience.

So, after a trip down the block to pick up some groceries, there was no way in hell that Dave was going to take the stairs back up to his top floor apartment. Fuck that noise right in the Dagobah taint. He hit the call button on the ancient elevator that serviced his building and waited until the doors slid open with a high-pitched ding!.

Someone else filed in behind him, but he maintained the time-honored tradition of not making eye contact or small talk with the weirdos who inhabited this building or their guests. He jabbed the button for the top floor and then leaned against the wall, pretending to be busy digging through his grocery bag until the other person got off.

Except the decrepit elevator shuddered to a jerky, sudden stop, and the overhead light began to flicker. "What the fuck?" He punched the alarm button, but nothing happened.

koujaku | dramatical murder | ota

[hairkink]

GEN III:

[ Thankfully, the elevator isn't too awfully cramped when it comes to a halt between floors, the lights flickering as a voice chimes in overhead. "We are sorry for the inconvenience. We have called someone in from Maintenance to assess the situation, and will have the situation resolved as soon as possible. Please be patient and, once again, we are very sorry."

As the obviously automated message ends, the man in the red kimono lets out a sigh - louder than he initially intends - as he clicks his tongue somewhat irritably. ]

Geez, that's pretty inconvenient. [ Yes, thank you for your input Koujaku. Oh well, at least there's someone else in here with him - and time will go faster if they're talking right? Right. So he turns to whoever is beside him, smiling, ] Good thing I don't have anywhere important to be, huh? [ he'd feel bad if they did though. ]

[my_own_path]

[ normally, most people would think twice about talking to an animal. but Koujaku? oh no, not him.

that was one of the things Missile liked about him. aside from the fact that he smelled really nice, he was also really nice, and was generous to the point of sharing his scraps with him! (though not really on purpose, not all the time... Missile had practiced for a long time before he could figure out how to grab food off Koujaku's place in a timely fashion.

Missile liked to think they were Very Good Friends, and so he straightened himself up at Koujaku's question, tail fanning the air behind him, and barked twice in response. Why, yes it was very inconvenient! But never fear, Missile is patient enough to wait for walks, of course!

... there's another bark. and another. and... oh, that sure sounds like a distressed whine, and some squirming. guess who's been holding it in for eight hours? ]

Alexis Castle || Castle - OTA both au ideas and canon

[grown_up]

Alexis was a New York girl. She wasn't bothered by late nights and city streets - or in this case waiting for the train with only a few people about on the platform. She knew how to protect herself, was prepared to scream fire if she had to, and if she had to use the heel of her hand to crush a nose then Alexis was okay with that.

That there may or may not have been something in her bag in case those didn't work, well that was another story.

Of course, the train was late, there was a guy behind her singing off key and in a low voice that maybe he thought was sultry but was downright creepy.

Shifting from one foot to the other, she hefted her bag in closer to her side, trying not to look nervous and glance around.

Re: Alexis Castle || Castle - OTA both au ideas and canon

[damncompass]

[ooc: Mind a bit of AU/crossover strangeness in Alexis' life? Nothing'll affect her, just someone next to her, and Joshua'll come get it.]

Dean Murphy - Sorcerer OC

[nyc_merlin]

Gen for new taggers.

Dean was one of the first customers to wander in to the coffee shop. His suit was a little rumbled, his face flushed from the early morning chill but he's grinning like an idiot. Clearly, even early as it is he is happy to be there. He strolls up to the counter, orders a coffee then leans against the counter, waiting for his plain, black coffee.

Shippy for previous partners M/M.
There was nothing more satisfying that drawing his lover in and kisses them. Dean loved the feel of pressing lips together over and over until they were plump and a little sore. He could kiss slow, spending hours lingering over long slick kisses with teasing swipes of his tongue and playful nips of teeth. But sometimes the kisses turned rough, hard, and demanding. He bit and shoved is tongue in, demanding the same fervent response. Dean really loved kissing.

[feroxalgere]

ooc: Because Ferox loves coffee about as much as he loves Dean's kisses.
Ferox: ooo coffee flavored kisses, even better.

No, the coffee shop did not use a mortar and pestle to crush the beans as they were sung to, but the owners did tuck vanilla beans in the blond sugar crystals and the handmade sugar syrups were delicious.

As they waited, his arm snuck around his love, slipping a hand in the far pocket to see if Dean remembered his gloves. If they weren't there, Ferox was prepared to sacrifice his own so that Dean would be warm. Thankfully, they each had their qiviut scarves. the color a soft gray brown, only their patterns were different. Ferox had traded his for Dean's at the house, before they walked to the club. Each frosty breath back had been of his love's comforting scent, even though they weren't together.

Sakura Oogami | Dangan Ronpa | OTA

[strengthtoblossom]

Gen: II

[She knew that the Headmaster would understand. After all, she was the super high school level wrestler, she was encouraged to take up challenges she was invited to (and the further her reputation spread, the further the invites came from), and now she was stranded in an American airport because of a flight delay.

The girl is 6'4" and wearing a school uniform with ragged sleeves to accommodate her muscular arms. But the way that she's slumped on the tiny airport seat, a pastel carry-on next to her and a Japanese to English dictionary in her hand, however strong she looks is no comparison to how lost she looks.]

Ifyzenia Kytheros || original character || open to all

[forthegrace]

gen

1
[ Strange, but this young woman (in odd, flowing dress, at that) doesn't seem to be ordering any coffee. Instead, she is currently occupied in leaning over the samples of coffee beans and examining the placards attached to them. ]

But that location was across the world from here on Old Earth!


5
[ At dawn, no one should be on the beach yet. But one young woman slowly picks her way through the surf, uncaring of the water ruining her fancy sandals or lapping at her long dress as she looks around her in wonder. ]

5

[sleeping_lion_heart]

[There's a dark lump on the sand farther down the coastline, one that, as Ifyzenia gets closer, soon resolves itself into the figure of a young man wearing more black leather than anyone needs to wear on the beach, even at dawn.

He's sitting just a little bit up from the line made by the farthest-reaching waves, legs drawn up in front of him, one hand resting on the angled grip of the gunblade driven half its length into the sand.

By the time she gets anything like a conversational distance, he's been watching her move through the surf for a while, eyes steady and guarded.]

Joshua Donovan - Warehouse 13 - OTA

[damncompass]

The airport is a terrible place to be stuck.

It's an even worse place to be stuck when you have social anxiety. Joshua is sitting in a seat, staring straight ahead. He generally wouldn't mind company, if you would like to commiserate.

The books about theoretical physics that he's reading look interesting. Or boring. Or both!

[strengthtoblossom]

The airport is indeed a terrible place to be stuck. Sakura glaces over at the man opposite her who seems to be immersed in textbooks of some kind. She glances uncertainly at her phrasebook and then back at him.

"Hello. Is your...trip being delayed, as well?" And then, to explain any errors she may have made, she gestures to the phrasebook in her hands. "Forgive me- My English is not good."

Dantalion | Makai Ouji | ota

[nephilimduke]

i. travel delays
[ Human transportation was convenient. At least at times. Right now, they were really not convenient.

Dantalion tapped his fingers against his leg, and looked at his own reflection in the window. In human guise, it would not be possible for anyone to know that he is a demon, but at this rate, with the train stuck and unmoving, his irritation feels like it will let out some of his true self, and he has to be careful so as to not let fangs, claws or ears show their right shape.

This far, the noble looking man has been able to pull it off, at least. ]

Will this thing ever start moving?


ii. evening/night/morning stroll

[ Venturing out for the night, the demon duke does not conceal his form. It's night, late evening or early morning, and Dantalion is bored.

Amon and Mamon are no use, either way, even if they argued at him for neglecting his paperwork. They went back to Hell after he threatened them, and he was all alone.

Maybe he should go bug someone, to fend off the boredom. ]

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4 | OTA

[capitanressentiment]

Gen III

[Great, this is just great. He thought he didn't have to deal with something like this today, but nope, it happened. He's already letting out a groan, feeling himself press his back up against one of the walls of the elevator. This sucks, he was totally hoping on getting out of this stupid building so he can go home and read his ma- erm, right. But what makes this more inconvenient for him is the fact that there's someone else stuck with him on this god forsaken thing. And here he was hoping he could have been alone while being stuck...oh well, might as well strike something up.]

Jeez, it's not everyday that an elevator breaks down on you. Haven't they ever heard of daily maintenance or something? Maybe then we wouldn't be in this mess... [...it's more like he's complaining to himself, but it still counts for conversation, right?! Oh god, he's totally goofing this up, isn't he...]

I'm sure they'll come get us, but this has to be another one of those "the world works against you" moments...

[pilotingforjustice]

...They'd better not take too long.

*The woman in the elevator with Yosuke frowns a little, peering at the closed doors as if to will them open with the power of her gaze alone.*

If they do, I'll see about breaking us out. As you said, it serves them right for not maintaining it.

*Noir looks around, carefully feeling along some of the panels to seek out somewhere that she can pry open. Maintaining a giant robot can't be much different from messing around with an elevator's control panel, right?*

Noir | original character | OTA - men for shipping/smut

[pilotingforjustice]

*A walk in the middle of the night, especially after working so long on tuning-up her Guardian - a giant mecha - was more refreshing than Noir expected. It allowed her to stretch her legs while she idly sipped a slushie that she'd gotten from a nearby gas station. She'd cleaned up a bit, but she probably smelled like oil and cleaning fluids.

*After awhile, though, she started to hear footsteps....*

{If this prompt won't work with you, I don't mind writing up another!}}

Ferox Cousland | Dragon Age OC | Open

[feroxalgere]

Previous threaders:

Ink, blood, and Song were laid into the one on the raised padded table. Tapping with light hammer and color filled needles released their ink. His humming Song blends with the sounds around him, his heartbeat and breath, as well as those of the one in his care. His voice draws power out of the threads of live, embedding them in the design, strengthening the one receiving it. Dancing red runes flash in the periphery of his vision, Cyni is the Zama, the guardian of his wonderful city. He is beautiful Cyni to those who know him, a murderer and madman to those he doesn't. Names that cannot change the best or the worst of what he has done. Bare feet balance on in the runed circles and he loves, absolutely loves being here, it shows in the controlled movements, the triumphant sound of his voice and even in the relative softened features. Here he is at this best.


For those new to this generally reserved man:

Your parents, brother, nosy sister, or insert friend or relative here, thought that you would be interested in. After all, he's a quiet, polite boy who likes music, art, dancing, dogs, boating, and some physical sports they weren't too sure about, surely you'd make a cute couple. Which is how you find yourself on a date at a farmer's market. He's asked you a question, one that a nice boy would ask, but he grins and looks at you playfully, it's flirt plain and simple.

Ryo Maclean| FAKE | castmates preferred but others accepted with discussion

[deflections]

It was strange how much stuff you collected without even really realizing it until it was time to sort it and choose what goes and what you can't part with. And that was the point Ryo had hit after he'd agreed to move in with Dee. The bed was already at the other man's apartment. That had been nonnegotiable, not that Dee minded really.

He'd gotten used to this place though, used to having everything the way he liked it and packing it away to move to a new place...

But it made more sense than trying to keep two places, especially with Bikky off to college. Ryo taped off another box before turning to look around again.

[tryingtoholdback]

Of course Dee hadn't minded the bed. Anything that would get Ryo moving in with him he would agree to, even if it meant something drastic like... No, he couldn't think of anything. Ryo would never suggest anything drastic anyway. Ever the reasonable man, Ryo Maclean.

Dee doesn't want to seem overeager about the move. He knows that Ryo has had this apartment for years now, that he's got memories of it and that he's asking a lot, to get him to move in with him instead. So he's there to help and he's trying to be good about it too. When Ryo stands up and looks around the room like that, Dee steps back and watches him for a moment, before speaking up. "Everything okay?"