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[absurdities]

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of 
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character 
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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[totheking]

Elbow propped on one knee, Éomer simply looked at her, not for the first time wondering just what he'd gotten himself into when he'd wed this particular princess. Not that he minded in the slightest; he was profoundly grateful she possessed such a strong spirit.

Boots in one hand and the cleaning cloth in the other, he finally said, lips twitching in bemusement, "Blessèd am I indeed, to have a wife so very tuned to even the slightest detail for the safety and care of my people."

[fe40536]

Everyone loves Mean Girls.

[Jotaro doesn't like Mean Girls, which is why she makes a point of watching it loudly as often as possible. At some point in this evening, someone is going to say "boo, you whore" to Jolyne, and Anasui is going to show his ass in the worst way possible.]

[It's making me laugh that Anasui is still outside in the pouring rain, Anasui is crazy people behavior.]

I dunno, I only ever saw the broom part.

[swanofdolamroth]

Clasping her hands in front of herself, Lothíriel smiled back, though she was unsure if his hidden smile was of pride or because he was teasing. In whatever case, she would take his words as a compliment.

"They are my people now as well, are they not?"

[herstrength]

"Can't blame me, I didn't tell you to come look for me." Sure, he said it but there is a quickening in his chest, she looked for him. Of course she did, but still that mattered. She choose him and Four knew it.

It was shy she was here.

Her hands are tiny spots of warmth in his damp clothing. He can see it in her eyes and when her lips meet his, his own are eager in response.

[erfingi]

"Do you not know how to remain quiet, you great oaf!" Loki yelled. He bristled like a cat, not that he would consciously use the comparison. He looked like a wet cat since he hadn't dried out yet from before he placed the water repelling spell on himself.

Careful, Thor, you might get scratched.

[totheking]

And such were they meant. At first, Éomer had harbored private reservations about this match, but they proved to be of little consequence, as the princess was definitely more than he'd expected. And he was honest enough with himself to admit that.

"They are, indeed. And quite proud to have such a Queen." Not merely a stifle to calm her worries; the Rohirrim were hardly folk to speak on their emotions, but the general consensus Éomer had received was positive, as well as thankful, to have both King and Queen gracing Meduseld again.

Still looking at her, Éomer's brow suddenly furrowed and he nodded once, decisively. "On the morrow, when the skies clear, we shall fit you with a mount. I should have done so earlier, but other duties diverted my attention."

[captainawesome1701]

Oh, Bones was gonna kill him for 1) smoking 2) something he had no clue what it was. But hey, Bones wasn't here right now, and it'd be rude to turn down a gesture of hospitality. "Cheers."

He took a long drag from the pipe before handing it back. This was hardly his first time smoking, but he'd never tasted something quite like this before. "What is this?"

[goingplaces]

Whoa, Touya, what-- [He'd missed Touya's near-makeout session with the pavement, but the sleeve-pulling startles him enough that he nearly drops his umbrella.

For someone so formal, Touya is oddly oblivious to the concept of personal space. Other things Touya is oblivious to: The exact, embarrassing level of informality which reigns over the Shindou household. This whole thing makes Shindou flash back to the one time he just sort of burst into the (ex-)Meijin's hospital room, uninvited, bearing nothing but challenges.

He represses a cringe and shakes his arm, trying to dislodge Touya's grip.]

It's my house. [He thinks, briefly, of trying to argue sense into Touya, but if he's learned anything it's that convincing Touya of things which make perfect sense to other people (things, like, say, Shindou's mid-game strategy last Tuesday) is usually a lost cause.]

Watch me.

[Alternate strategy: Keep walking, remember you have the power kifu.]

[conflict_to]

[ It's a tiring business, assaulting people on the street, and it shows in the crumbling charcoal of his voice, the gravel. Talking to Shindou's like taking a wound, now and then. ]

I'm sick of watching you.

[ A notable distinction from the long lost days of old, when he was sick of waiting on him. Akira's grip loosens – eases free.

Then he glares at Shindou's back, because damn him for being just a beginner and increasingly a winner and the player of that stupid, stupid throwaway hand last Tuesday, because of course he recovered, Shindou always recovers, but the game isn't about one novice's fruitful reliance on miracles. It's about – compromise.

Shindou's just never learned to compromise. And Akira's – following at his pace, metaphorically, and now physically. ]

I'm - [ ..going to lower his voice now, because shouting in the rain is what madmen do, and insanity is only treasured over the Go board. ] They're just oranges. Honestly – honestly, Shindou, you wouldn't give up the truth about Sai, you won't give up your – your terrible joseki habits, but this is – you can't give up on something to do with oranges?

[swanofdolamroth]

The news excited her and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I should like that a great deal, and will do all I can to please our people." Really, she would do anything asked of her. Her devotion to this land and the people within it did not end with helping to fetch the laundry as a storm rolled in.

[shornhaired]

Trying to save them all will kill you!

[ her temper is not truly irked, but she can't believe someone as intelligent as him is falling into such a familiar trap. it was one of the first things a warrior learned - some people cannot be saved, and that is not necessarily your fault. ]

If you falter, you will have tried and that ought to be good enough for everyone. You do what you can, in the mean time!

[prince_psychopath]

[Loki looks at her as if he expects this to be a trap. Sif, who lives by the rules of Asgard and honour and being a warrior, sounding remotely sympathetic to him, the silver tongued snake, the betrayer, the man in the gutter? He believes that as much as he believes Thor will be his true brother again.

So he tilts in his head, underwhelmed by her reaction, and after a moment, he chuckles softly, tiredly, dissolving into coughs as he shakes his head.]

You don't understand. You never will. These are my people. I will never settle for simply having tried. 'I tried' are not words that bring the dead back to life, Sif.

[shornhaired]

[ she may be many things - a warrior, protector of asgard, companion of thor - but it would be less honourable to allow him to suffer over something that was an impossibility. he wanted to protect these people; he'd taken it upon himself to do so. but even that had to have limits. he was doing all he could already.

and once, she had felt much the same. ]

Do I not? [ that actually has her temper rising. ] Asgard is my home, they are my people as much as Thor's! And some would slaughter them all and there would be nothing I can do; what could I do but try? And still, I would not be able to save them all!

You save those you can, and save your strength to give your life when it truly counts. And you remember the dead, and work harder for the future.

[prince_psychopath]

Do you know why they had no protector before me? Because the world shrugged and said 'you can't save them all'. They are the 'acceptable losses' of New York. Heroes live in mansions across town while people in my area dig through the trash to find food. These people have been abandoned, written off by SHIELD, by the Avengers, by anyone in power.

I will not do what has already been done to them so often and declare I will accept losses. They have suffered enough. I will hold myself to this standard or I will die.

[totheking]

"Longbottom Leaf," was the amused response. "Or 'Old Toby'. A gift from the Shirefolk. Somewhat of a rarity in the lands of Men. The soil out on the plains isn't nearly rich enough to feed such a plant." Éomer took a pull himself, exhaling a plume of white smoke with a satisfied smile.

[totheking]

The unthought affection piqued his attention a bit, but such was best left for later, perhaps. Éomer then went about dusting his boots and finished dressing, feeling much warmer and drier than before, not quite so...clammy. Truly, the storms on the plains were naught to trifle with.

Done finally, he held out an arm to his Queen. "Shall we, then?" A small twinkle lit in hazel eyes. "Our devoted subjects are no doubt wondering at our dallying."

[haemokinesis]

[ Yeah. That had him.

Mia didn't know Adam. Not really. She knew of his reputation slightly, and she had guessed right about the museum. But she did know that Adam was no stranger to risky behavior. In fact, he seemed to welcome it. She wondered if he felt invincible. She did sometimes. Physical powers like there's did that to people like them. Enhanced bodies that can take anything and survive. It made you want to push those limits.

She stopped as he reached for her hand and smirked more. He called her attractive but she didn't let it distract her either. Not right now, at least. She wasn't denying he was attractive or she wasn't into the idea, but she had business to conduct first. ]

I know that you can. [ She answered, affirming his statement. ] But will you?

[goingplaces]

[He stops dead in his tracks, and the tension is visible in his shoulders even from behind.

What the hell, Touya, is what he wants to say, because -- because some dumbass oranges shouldn't cause Touya to lose it like that, and peripherally, he knows something else must be the root cause of the outburst.

But that was too far.

Sometimes he doesn't think Touya knows how to hold back, how not to go for the jugular -- it's both the best and the worst thing about his playing. But to bring Sai into this, on this particular day, to -- however unknowingly -- burst into Shindou's pleasant nostalgia with his demands and his accusations, it's--

Unfair.

He turns around slowly; when he finally says something, it's clearly not the first sentence that comes to mind, nor the second or third or even fourth, judging from the careful way he grinds it out from between his teeth.]

I didn't realize I owed you something, Touya.

sob i shouldn't be tagging out with the pile i'm stuck under.

[lamb_of_gold]

Ah now. Sulking in the rain will do your body no favours, weak as it is. How undignified, that the Saint of Pegasus should succumb to pneumonia of all things.


[But who is that voice? It's certainly not familiar, but the whisper of a lingering Cosmo...somehow is.

Soundlessly, a pale figure, glowing a soft gold, folds itself down next to Kouga. It is clearly wearing a cloth - Aries, if a guess had to be made, but different. Older. The face, too, was unfamiliar. Young - certainly younger looking than many of the current Gold Saints - and with the odd marks instead of eyebrows, a trait shared by the current saint of Aries as well.]

[The figure - ghost? - silently turns to meet Kouga's eyes, and despite the pale gold glow permeating his form, his eyes are still a startlingly bright green.]

And so I wonder what brings this young Pegasus so far from a warm bed in this weather.

[conflict_to]

[ 'You never realise anything' and 'You owe the world' and 'How could you not?' and –

'Sorry.'

Somewhere along the lines, it's, Sorry.

Water trickles down his forehead, settles on the open cheek. He wipes it, then presses his wrist against his temple, blinking – blinking stupidly.

He is stupid. Untried. New. New at – rain on his lashes, half a moment's sealed sight - this. He's new at this. Between rank and reputation, he's spared most reproaches. Certainly, Ogata-sensei sometimes (mis)directs his scrutiny. His father. But... ]

...you're right.

[ His glance falls on Hikaru's hands, even. ]

The kifu will get wet, if we stop and loiter. My bad.

[swanofdolamroth]

"Surely they will understand the importance of a dry king who has avoided a chill." Taking his arm, she smiled softly at that look in his eye, refusing to speak of what else the could have done in their dallying.

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[goingplaces]

[He is fully ready to be very bitter about this whole thing, guns loaded, a dozen ugly remarks on the tip of his tongue, and then--

And then Touya apologizes.

Not a murmured apology Hikaru has to glean from between the lines, either -- a full, plain, real one, and it's all Hikaru can do to stand there and gape at him like an idiot, as taken aback as if Touya had capitulated on a game he was winning.

After a moment, he remembers to close his mouth. Then he glances down at his feet, awkward, because he was ready to fight and now he's not really sure what he's supposed to do with all of this. It doesn't make it all okay, not really, but then, the things that really hurt aren't Touya's fault.]

[goingplaces]

[In the end, he reaches out, grabs Touya's cold wrist, and pulls him under the umbrella.]

Come on then. [He'll start walking again, still holding on to Touya, but it's a loose enough grip that he could slip free if he wanted to.]

You'll drown at this rate.

[conflict_to]

[ He follows, obliviously falling in step, eyes pinned on the street much like an obedient child trailing after the mother intent to cross them a crowded road. It's safer, diplomatically, and the immediate reply to his hostile hand at Go is an instinctive nausea caused by off-the-board aggression. The urge to preserve the threatened peace softens his voice. ]

It's only the hair making it look worse.

[ He coughs discreetly, more to take up time than righten his voice. Absent of Go, rivalry and reproaches, their conversation has little to share, less so in substance. ]

I've thought of cutting it. How did he wear -

[ Turn back. Rewind. ]

It'd look more professional cut.

[goingplaces]

[He has to turn his face away so Touya doesn't catch his slightly pained grin at the mental image of him sporting Sai's hairstyle.

He lets go, now that Touya is walking along anyway, and sticks his hand in his pocket for lack of a better resting place.]

Ko Yongha's is long.

[Though he really hates that guy, so that's probably not...]

...don't get hair like Ko Yongha. [They argue enough as it is.]