First Meeting

[paintyourwings]

The First Meeting Meme


Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others. Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met. If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme.
03. Tag at least ONE muse per muse you post. If you don't, then it's not fair to those who do tag around. Let's make these memes fair for everyone. If you have no intention of tagging at least one muse, then please don't respond.
04. DON'T FORGET TO LOOP YOUR THREADS! <3
05. Have fun!


01. At A Bar: You’re out with your friends, or maybe by yourself, and someone catches your eye. Don’t be shy! Go say hi, or give them a cheesy pickup line.
02. Grocery Store: Maybe the both of you are eying the same frozen dinner, or maybe you’re both grabbing for the same apple. Whatever the case, chat them up!
03. Laundromat: Whoops! Did you just drop your panties/boxers on the floor? Don’t worry! There’s a friendly stranger there to help you pick them up, or maybe just look awkward and blush a lot.
04. Blind Date: Your friend thinks you need a life so they’ve set you up on a date!
05. A Long Line: Both of you are stuck next to each other in a long line. Strike up a conversation!
06. Work: Maybe your cubicles are next to each other’s, or maybe you work in the same building. Or, maybe you’re a delivery person, delivering something to the other person.
07. Public Transportation: Subway, bus, train, airplane. Whatever the case, you’re now sitting next to this person.
08. Jail: You’ve both been put in the same cell (let’s just pretend there are coed cells), and now you have nothing but time to chat.
09. Wildcard: Pick whatever you want!

Originally by

loveshernerds

on

memebells

 

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[OOC: Muselist.] -- Specify which character you want when responding.

[mrlivingskull]

For this meme, offering:

mrlivingskull (Saul Livingston -- het, if it needs saying)
altereaped (Len Harper -- also het)
doubleringuns (Rin Kagamine -- f/f for lovestuff)

not open to smut, should that need saying as well.


Warnings: slow tagbacks and thread-drops have a strong chance of being a thing. I'll try to be prompt, but the musetank's been deadish as of late.

I am open to all of the listed prompts.

Zoisite | Sailor Moon (anime)

[notaratperson]

Rinoa Heartilly | Final Fantasy VIII | OTA

[angelowing]

MATHILDA ( leon the professional )

[loveordeath]

[takethisdance]

[This is how the Doctor does his cardio: running from aliens across abandoned buildings in some city in a planet somewhere. What planet was he in again? Well, never mind that, not important. Not as important as lasers anyway.

He turns a corner and moves to duck behind some boxes and nearly trips over the girl.] ... what are you doing here?

Philip "Fili" Durinson | The Hobbit (Modern!AU)

[firgun]

[loveordeath]

[The look the girl gives him is nothing sort of a sharp Watch it, weirdo, frown and unpleasant twist on her lips when she grabs the cigarette burning away at the tip, ashes fluttering down on the cold, dirty floor.

The answer to his question is hiding. Thinking. Mathilda has a habit of being alone with her thoughts - they're just about the best company she can find, when she isn't idly sitting away an entire day watching cartoons or doing her chores. Whenever she gets a little freedom, she uses it intellectually. Sometimes physically, too, when she practices what Leon taught her all those months ago - working out, remembering his rules. They are his legacy. They are what's left of him in this world.

(That, and his love. The plant that now grows roots in the school's garden.)

That would have been the truthful answer to his question, but this is Mathilda, and she only answers straight and true when she wants to.]

Who wants to know?

Adam Archer | Gødland

[sohumbling]

[takethisdance]

[Sitting and thinking really is great when you're not currently getting surrounded by aliens on all sides. The Doctor would be most glad to just let the girl be, but as it is, if he does that she'll get shot, burned alive or disintegrated. Sort of hard to pick the best choice from those.

He opens his mouth to reply to her question, but at that moment a laser is shot from around the corner, hitting some barrels a few meters away from them. Explosion, great, wonderful. He really would rather not be that barrel right now. After he looks around the corner briefly, he beckons for her to get up.]

The man who's going to save your life. [A small little shrug as if he doesn't really care.] Unless you want to stay here, which really is your choice but I wouldn't advise it.

[loveordeath]

[If he's given to any first impressions, Mathilda just looks like a girl that doesn't care for much. Her brows arch, expecting an answer - and a good one, at that, lest he completely lose her interest in a split second - when suddenly she realizes that they're being shot at.

This is a familiar scenario. One she both wishes she'd never have to see again yet misses very, very much. It reminds her of times spent with Leon, as twisted as that might be for a little girl. Why wouldn't she want some form of it back?]

Shit! [She jerks, hands by the side of her head without touching. Mathilda doesn't need a second warning to get to her feet and drop the cigarette.] What's going on?

[What did you do?]

01 + 08.

[nagyka]

[ It wasn't their actual first meeting, but it was meant to look as if it was one. Though Rinoa was no SeeD, her lack of proper training in regard to protocol could often be put to use -- more specifically, her ability to charm just about anyone with a well-placed smile. She easily came off as inoffensive and unsuspecting and could take care of herself. Combined, these all made her excellent when it came to information gathering.

Rinoa didn't have to dress in a way that hid any feature and she certainly didn't look like she could bust you up (though it would be a lie to say she couldn't, if push came to shove). Just a nice girl in a bar chatting up a few people... while secretly looking for information on the new Galbadian government. Nothing too strange, really.

Quistis properly arrives an hour or so into the evening, slipping onto a stool a space away from her. She orders herself a somewhat unladylike whiskey sour (with a stirring straw, which she sips from). Ten, fifteen minutes later, she turns vaguely toward Rinoa with a plastic smile and laughs. ]

Looks like we're the only ladies here. I imagine we won't have to pay for a single drink.

constance "clash" montgomery | jem | ota

[fanbase]

[eldersister]

[ Sigrid doesn't go out very often. Not because she doesn't like it but simply because she doesn't really think she can afford it most of the time, not to mention the fact that most of her mornings are early ones and that takes a lot of the fun out of the whole experience.

But tomorrow is her day off, and so she's decided that she can be a little bit irresponsible just tonight.

Not that she's actually being irresponsible at all since she has no obligations in the morning and she's still more or less sober whilst her friends are getting progressively more merry with every round of drinks, but it's the thought that counts?

They all agreed earlier in the evening that they'd rather go somewhere they could talk rather than dance, and so they ended up in this rather comfy pub where there is actually a live band playing something that kind of sounds like folk music but it's not so loud that you can't hear yourself think.

Sigrid thinks she'd much rather dance to that than what's usually played in clubs, but she also thinks she might need another drink or so before she dares giving it a try. Possibly a bad idea though since she's wearing high heels for the first time in forever and feels rather a lot like Bambi on ice whenever she needs to move anywhere.

Especially a questionable idea since That Guy might see her then.

Yes, That Guy. The one she's been eyeing on and off the whole evening. There's just something about him, she can't stop. Her friends keep telling her to go over and say hi, but she just shakes her head and tries to focus on what they are talking about. It works for about thirty seconds before her eyes are sliding back to him again.

Damn it, Sig, pull yourself together. You're the level-headed and tough one, remember?

At least the little blue dress she's wearing looks pretty good on her. Well, she hopes it does. Please say it looks good on her. ]

[takethisdance]

[At least she's reacting now. He almost starts babbling on about the circumstances that led him here, though frankly it's always more of the same - land on planet, poke around, problem arises, suddenly aliens!, then a lot of running.

Then some sort of plan springs to mind. Nothing too fancy, just improvised, and perfectly sound.]

Aliens. [As if that explains everything, he quickly picks up pace in the opposite direction from where a loud and metallic 'EXTERMINATE!' can be heard. Honestly, how could she not tell? There are spaceships floating right over the city. Though, alright, if she was sitting here the whole time she may very well not have even seen or heard anything.

And he didn't do anything, thank you very much. Why do people always assume it was him?]

Elisha Kagan | OTA | OC

[cipherspeak]

01

[maskofhearts]

For all that some didn't think Hadyn could drag himself from his books, he thought he managed to balance a social life well enough. Particularly during Spring Break and his friends from high school decided to visit- Jeremy, Clayton, Max, all of whom had crammed into his one bedroom flat to sleep for free. Clayton, at least, had someplace comfortable, sharing the twin bed with Hadyn.

But now they were out on the town, enjoying their drinks in the crowded bar. Clayton had spotted a hot twenty something by the bar not long after and managed to slip off to chat him up; which left the other three holding down the table.

"I'm not saying I object to gay bars," Jeremy was saying, sitting up a little taller as he spoke. "I just have a hard time finding the few straight girls that come in here- and I also end up questioning my sexuality sometimes. Because lets face it, there are some damn pretty boys in here, and I get so confused."

Hadyn laughed, lifting his beer to his lips as Max prattled on about how the Jeremy couldn't find a hook up even if they went into a bar full of straight girls. He had to admit he'd really missed his friends.

"You're just jealous-" Jeremy started, before Max busted out laughing.

"It's the hair," Hadyn chimmed in finally. "He just wishes he had your hair."

The two started arguing again, and Hadyn took his cue to first hit the bathroom and then the bar for another beer. Sliding up, he waved the bartender down and ordered the three beers and just...waited.

[cipherspeak]

It was nights like this, Elisha thought, where he began to wonder if he was getting a little old for this kind of thing. Addy had, at least, given him a look when he'd said where they were going, but he was pretty sure in part that was because Addy's blonde baker wasn't going to wrap herself in a feather boa and join the party.

Still, he was there, and he cut through the crowds to get the pair of them a couple of stiff drinks at the bar. He almost didn't see the other person standing in front of the bartender, nearly elbowed him before he glanced over.

Chicago was a small city sometimes. "Hey there," he said. "Didn't expect to see you this far uptown."

[loveordeath]

Aliens. [She repeats the word flatly, wondering just exactly what this guy's damage is. Mathilda can obviously hear the distant demands, in what sounds like a strange warbled electrical voice, like nothing she's ever heard before. Of all the things she's seen in her life, terrible and terrific, this is nothing she's been prepared for.

But she'll find that out soon enough. So fine, let's pretend she believes him.]

Why're they after you?

[firgun]

[Fili isn't exactly the kind of guy who goes out that often either, and when he does it's only with other guys from the squad. None of them like loud clubs much either - some of them are too old for clubs, even - which is a great thing. He likes pubs a lot more than he does those places, where the music is so loud he can literally feel himself going deaf.

Their table is definitely the most crowded in the place, probably the loudest too, and louder as the night goes on, still most people don't seem that bothered by them. Some of his friends are the first to stand up and dance to the band's songs, already warmed by all the drinks they've had, but Fili sits on the table for now, in the company of another two as they laugh and cheer on their friends who dance and sing so happily.

He's not much aware of being watched throughout the night, mostly because he's distracted, but his friends don't seem to have much trouble pointing it out to him, and he looks over his shoulder and at the girl who apparently had been steadily stealing glances at him.

He looks slightly confused at first - did she know him, maybe? He hardly thinks he could forget a face like that - but finally he waves tentatively at her before even thinking of going over. Her friends are still sitting right next to her after all.

And oh yes, the dress looks great on her.]

[eldersister]

[ Shit, he saw her! He saw her looking!

But he was waving, so maybe that was a good sign? After a brief and somewhat frantic whispered consultation with the nearest friend, Sigrid turns back around and waves at him in turn. She even manages to smile.

I can't do this. He is way too hot.

She is so way out of her comfort zone that it's not even funny right now. It's a lot easier to be tough and strong and dependable and practical when one is in one's own element and not suddenly feeling a strange need to impress a total stranger.

Wearing sensible shoes also usually helps. ]

[takethisdance]

[He's seen a lot worse reactions than that. Actually considering the average response is a blank stare and a skeptical eyebrow raise he's calling this one a win.

Of course that those other times they're not usually being chased down by weird mechanical bot things. Although that's just an armor, but she doesn't know that.]

They're just drawn to my charming personality. [His answer is quick and a bit sarcastic, as he peeks around a corner to make sure there's nothing unpleasant waiting for them. Then he adds more truthfully once they resume making their way across the basement, sparing a brief glance at her over his shoulder.] I've got a spaceship. They must've spotted it somehow, when I landed.

[loveordeath]

[There still isn't any sign of actual belief in her expression. If anything, she's just becoming increasingly convinced of two things: this guy is crazy, and he really thinks she's just a gullible child. Mathilda has had a bit too much with people lying to her in her time - even if she's a notorious liar herself. As for being treated like a child... well. She hasn't had much of a taste to know what that's really like. Ever.]

Listen - I'm not stupid. People don't just try to kill you for nothing. [sternly:] Did you steal their drugs?

[Mathilda really does look like she knows what she's talking about. Call it the voice of experience.]

[firgun]

[She really isn't at all subtle, now that he's looking at her. How he didn't even notice her before, he has no idea. He's suddenly reminded of his brother's groans of frustration at his own often cluelessness when it comes to such matters.

He decides quickly that he likes her smile, and his own broadens into a grin in return. He watches as her friends stand up, making it a fairly obvious point of gesturing at him to go to the table, and it takes him maybe half a second to grab his beer, stand up and walk over to the girl now sitting alone.]

Do we know each other? [He asks with nothing but honesty in his tone, as he slides onto the seat next to hers, drink set down on the table.]

[takethisdance]

[... well.

That's a first.]

Drugs?! [He looks at her like that is the most ridiculous thing she could've possibly asked him, but doesn't stop his sneaking across the room. The TARDIS shouldn't be too far ahead, hidden in a dark corner that hopefully has kept her safe from being spotted yet.] Are you serious? No, I didn't take their drugs! Why would I take their drugs?

[He points his index finger at her, eyebrows raised, almost scolding.] Also, drugs are bad.

[eldersister]

[ She gives her friends pleading looks as they all get out of their seats whilst gesturing to the beautiful stranger to come sit with her, silently begging them not to leave her. She is going to mess this up, she just knows it.

And then he's sitting down next to her, and the thing her brain decides to answer when he asks if they know each other is: ]

I wish.

[ Oh no, she did not just say that.

Please let the earth open up and swallow her right now. ]

I mean no. No, we don't know each other.

[ And they probably never will if she keeps acting like such a teenager. ]

Sorry, it's... been a while since I went out.