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bakerstreet2014-07-18 12:01 am
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The Pacific Rim Meme
We always thought alien life would come from the stars. But it came from deep beneath the sea, a portal between dimensions in the Pacific Ocean. Something out there had discovered us. The first Kaiju made landfall in San Francisco. The second attack hit Manilla. Then the third one hit Cabo. Then we learned this was not going to stop. In order to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. We needed a new weapon. The Jaeger Program was born. Two pilots, our minds, our memories, we were connected. Man and machine became one.
In the near future, giant monsters identified as "Kaiju" have begun attacking Earth's coastal cities, resulting in a war that takes millions of lives and quickly consumes humanity's resources. To combat the monsters, a special type of weapon is designed: massive robots, known as Jaegers. The Jaegers are controlled simultaneously by two pilots who are bound together in a process called Drifting, creating a neural link between their minds. The link lets them share the mental strain which would otherwise overwhelm a single pilot. The Jaegers are the last, best hope for humanity's survival.
Instructions:
1. Choose a role (or multiple roles!) and post with your character/fandom.
2. Others will post to you with a scenario.
3. All Jaeger names must made up of two words that have little to do with each other. This is mandatory.
4. Go big or go extinct. Or just have fun, that works too.
Roles:
1. Jaeger Pilot: The rock stars of the kaiju wars. You and your partner may be siblings, spouses, parent and child, or just two people who have the trust and compatability necessary for a successful Drift. Get out there and kick some ass.
2. Engineer: The war against the kaiju isn't just fought by the pilots. You're one of the countless support staff that design, repair, and enhance the Jaegers for maximum kaiju-smashing potential.
3. Scientist: Biologist, physicist, kaiju groupie. You study these horrific monsters so you can figure out how to destroy them...or you just really have a thing for alien anatomy.
4. Mission Control: Off the front lines but not out of the battle. You're watching the monitors, dealing out the orders, and generally making sure your Jaeger pilots don't do anything more stupid than normal.
5. Civilian: A black market dealer in kaiju organs, a reporter trying to get a (literally) big scoop, or just some poor schmuck trying not to get stepped on. You're one of the folks that the Jaegers are fighting for.
6. Other: Go wild.
Scenarios:
1. Preparations: Dealing with kaiju is a process, not a moment. Pilots need to physically and mentally hone their strength, engineers need to perfect the Jaeger weaponry and armor, scientists need to run their experiments, and black market dealers need to make their money.
2. First Neural Handshake: It's time to Drift with your partner. You'll experience each others' most painful secrets, joyous memories, and the time you got drunk and made out with the captain of the football team. Hang on, it'll be a bumpy ride.
3. Downtime: Chill out, have a beer, pretend the world isn't ending. You can explore the thriving towns that have grown up amongst the kaiju remains or just stay in the Shatterdome doing combat practice. However you relax, you've earned it.
4. Kaiju Detected: Battle stations, folks. Get to your cockpit, your command post, or your underground bunker. The monsters are coming, and they ain't gonna stop until someone does something about them.
5. Combat Mode: It's go time! You're in the heat of things, punching these otherworldly abominations in the face with your awesome. Remember to call your attacks; it makes them more powerful if you shout their names first.
5. Aftermath: Job well done, folks. Sit back, enjoy the celebrations, put another tick mark on your kill count...and if necessary, mourn the dead.
6. Other: Go further wild.
Shamelessly stolen from over here on
memezilla.
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The memory of burying the empty graves of the pilots still haunts him -- they had family, friends, but when the Jaeger had been torn apart under the rampaging kaiju, they had been immediately crushed. They died screaming, the two of them, the horror and violence of it all loud and clear for all of LOCCENT to hear.
But he had to pull himself together; he was the first and last line of defense the world would have, he would have to shoulder the burden of putting the young men and women out there, and the inevitable death that stayed at their doors. He had lost too many good men and women in these past two years alone, and only Johnny knew the extent of it, when Jack curled up against him in the deepest, darkest nights and said nothing, only listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat, basked in the warmth of his hands.
He is afraid, but this is something he can never tell a soul, not even Johnny Storm himself, and the fact that Johnny thinks he ought to put himself on the line to protect him is infuriating; he wants to protect him, to keep him safe. He wants him to keep coming home, and he doesn't want to have to bury him and his sister, and yet it always seems like the man's challenging his directives every chance he gets.
Jack's eyes darken, his jaw setting. He's not going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how deeply the words cut. ]
Do you think I'd be any happier if I went to yours, Johnny?
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So he knows almost immediately that he's screwed up. He feels a guilt of his own, because if they had just left it to him....]
That's not gonna happen.
[Johnny looks at sounds like he believes it; he does. Because to even entertain the alternative is unthinkable. So he never does. He steps closer, lifts his hands like he wants to cup Jack's face and lets them fall to his sides again.]
But I can't just sit back on my ass and watch the kaiju come. I need off the leash.
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Johnny Storm is the best thing that's ever happened in his fucked-up life and the idiot had to go and train to be a pilot with his sister. Pilots are dying right and left and he knows, rationally knows that they need every single soul that they can get in this fight, but why Johnny?
Why does it have to be the man that he loves in secret? If he dies, Jack could never mourn him -- not in the way other lovers could, and the thought of it, the fear and the rage and the loneliness making his lip curl as he advances on him like an angry tiger. ]
You are going to do exactly that until you show me that you can obey orders, Ranger.
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[Johnny's voice raises again, because it feels an awful lot like Jack doesn't have any faith in him. When he has a calmer head, he knows where it really comes from. But that's not right now.
He grits his teeth, turns away when Jack advances on him and punches the wall. It's a dumb move, and a typical Johnny one, one that just knocks a little drywall loose and bloodies his knuckles. He storms out of his office, and past the sister who was waiting to try and talk some sense into him.
He paces once he reaches his chambers, practically wearing a hole in the floor before he finally sits down on his bunk. He's calm enough to think by then, but it's still late when he finally knocks at the door of Jack's private apartment.]
Can I come in?
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But he leaves Johnny alone, proceeds with the rest of his duties for the evening because there's nothing more that can be done when the both of them are seething. Johnny's licking his wounds right now, and Jack knows it, and so when his lover comes to him at an ungodly hour in his private quarters, Jack's been expecting him.
The uniform's discarded, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tie loosened at his throat, the first two buttons popped. Jack regards him silently for a moment before he opens the door wider to let him in. ]
Only if you don't set fire to any of my furnishings.
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So this is what happens when I'm not around. You keep your clothes on.
[An attempt at humor, a precursor for an apology. Johnny turns to face him.]
Did I cause you extra paperwork?
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You always cause me extra paperwork.
[ And the words are said without much heat -- at least, he's not as angry as he'd been hours ago, and hours are a good way to let yourself simmer down. He knows Johnny intimately, and well enough to know that this is his way of leading into an apology of sorts, and Jack just smiles, fleetingly. Briefly, the faintest touch of it before it's gone, and he pours Johnny a glass of scotch, offering it to him quietly. ]
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[Johnny grins, but it drops with another look from Jack. Sometimes he genuinely forgets that doing outrageous things isn't something to be proud of. He takes the scotch, lifts it to his lips and lowers it without taking a drink, just staring down into the amber alcohol.]
You're gorgeous when you smile. I think that's my favorite thing about you.
[Johnny leans back against his desk, head bowed as he talks.]
You never smiled when I first met you, no matter what I said or did. And then one day, I got one. [He finally takes a sip from his glass.] That was it for me. I was gone.
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He steps closer to him, unconsciously drawn into his orbit no matter how incensed he might be with the ranger. This is his Johnny, his lover -- the man he would do anything to protect and save. He's honest, true, and a bright light in the darkness that is his entire clusterfuck of a life.
Jack raises a brow at the words, curious. He hadn't known that. ]
...You wanted to make me smile?
[ Really? ]
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[He looks up with a smile of his own and a tone that suggests it should've been obvious, or at least Johnny thinks it should've been obvious. He's Jack's bright light, and Jack is definitely his anchor, someone who keeps him grounded.]
You don't remember the ass I made of myself? I'd never met a guy so resistant to it. It really got under my skin, you know?
[Johnny reaches a hand out for Jack's, looking to draw him closer.]
It took me awhile to catch on that it was of you that did that. I never was very good at that stuff.
[He was the type who'd tug a girl's braid to let her know that he liked her.]
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He exhales, and he takes his hand, stepping closer to press Johnny against the desk, cupping his face with his free hand, tipping his head to kiss his mouth. ]
I remember the ass you made of yourself. You were the biggest idiot I've ever met. Still are.
[ His mouth presses against his in a slow, passionate kiss, and he remembers being so unimpressed with Johnny Storm that he'd been curious, and one thing had led to another; they'd rubbed each other so wrong so often that sparks had come out of it, they'd been attracted to each other in the strangest ways, and he opens his mouth to let him in, an arm coming to loop around his lover's waist.
He loves him, he really, really does, and what a wretched state of affairs it is. ]
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[As if Johnny never did anything dumb when he wasn't trying to impress or protect Jack. But it definitely makes him more willing to take risks. He sets his glass aside to slide his arms around Jack's waist too, giving his ass a generous squeeze while they kiss.]
So if I'm going to be grounded...
[Johnny sucks at his lips, bites the bottom one and gives it a little tug.]
Does that mean I get to hang out under your desk while you work?
[He grins, kissing Jack again as he starts sliding back.]
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A bad thing (or good, depending on how you looked at it) to do when you're at the end of the world.
His breath catches when Johnny squeezes, and he steps in between the man's spread thighs, hands on either side of him, sliding upwards when his lips curve into a smirk, pressing against Johnny's full, red mouth, to draw his plush bottom lip out.
God, he's so fucking beautiful -- he loves when Johnny does that, and it sucks that the man knows it too. ]
Not a chance. [ And he's going in for the kill, kissing him hard. ]
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Johnny hums, lashes falling like a curtain when he feels his love's teeth sink into his bottom lip. It's playful and aggressive, so totally Jack that he would know it anywhere.
He's also the only man who can be halfway seduced and still reject something so thoroughly. Johnny laughs despite himself, returning that kiss with equal passion as he draws Jack up against him.]
Busting my balls all the way. [A whimper between each wet, sucking kissing.] I bought those mints that are made for head and everything.
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[ Jack teases, although he damn well knows the answer. He's in a mood to fuck, to thrust his dick past those sinfully soft, delicious lips and to fuck Johnny's throat before he makes him return the pleasure; he wants to have Johnny fuck him right here on the floor because he hates their fights, even if he never lets on.
To the whole world, they're probably the most ill-compatible pair anyone can reasonably conceive of, but they work; they are both so different that they end up complementing each other in many little private ways, and Jack finds himself appreciating that.
He grins, loves the easy way Johnny accepts that rejection, knows better than to assume that his rejection of that offer is as good as rejecting him. Johnny might be hot-headed and rash, but his understanding, at times, comes as a pleasant surprise.
He tugs him off the desk, though, hauling him by his collar and deepening the kiss before saying again: ] Off the table, on your knees.