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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.

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She leaned forward a little and held the glass out, eyebrows raised and an almost challenging look in her eyes, though what she was challenging him to do was hard to say. More like than not she wasn't really sure herself.

"Share?"

Brow arched, his eyes flicked to the glass, then settled on Sif.

"Why, Lady Sif," he said, with the hint of playful mockery he has not used around her in years, "this isn't very lady-like."

As if there was anything traditionally lady-like about Sif at all.

Still, he leaned forward to accept.

A playful mockery she'd never even realised that she'd missed before she heard it again.

Strange, that.

"You haven't called me lady in a long time, Silvertongue."

No, she wasn't going to be the only one with a nickname in this conversation.

She also bent further forward to snatch his beer from him while he reached for her glass, deeming it a fair trade.

He gladly relinquished his beer with an absent, "Ah." But rather than follow-up immediately, he first took a drink from the glass and savored the taste before swallowing. It went down a lot smoother (and a lot warmer, like a trail of embers) than Thor's beer.

"Perhaps because you've not given me good reason to use such a title," he said, smile widening as he held the glass out for her again.

She swiped her thumb affectionately over the beer's label, feeling a painful tug of nostalgia in her heart before she lifted it to her lips to take a drink.

"Ouch, harsh. And hurtful, I'm not sure I'll ever recover."

As if it hadn't always been more or less her goal to be the opposite of whatever a proper lady was supposed to be.

She reclaimed the glass, offering him the beer back with a questioning look.

"I might even have to go so far as to say that you are not really a gentleman."

He took the beer, though he was quick to hold it against his chest at her last comment. His head inclined to the side and his brows rose in mock surprise. "Have I not held the door open for you or given you the more comfortable seat, Lady?"

With the crap day she'd had, laughing was not something she'd envisioned for her near future, but she couldn't contain a quiet chuckle at his display.

"There is plenty of room left in this cot so you have not really deprived yourself of anything for my sake in that department."

He had not invited her to drink for the sole purpose of lifting her spirits, exactly, but to hear her chuckle brought some measure of satisfaction to Loki and that--

That surprised him.

Not sure what to think of that, he took a quick swig of beer and pushed the realization aside. "I'm merely thinking ahead," he said, holding the bottle out, "should your predicament drive you to drinking irresponsibly."

Because it wasn't the full Loki Odinson experience if he didn't say something biting, malicious intent or not. (Malice did not prompt his response, though that hardly excused him.)

"A lot of things have changed but I'm pretty sure I can still drink you under the table."

Her tone was light, but as they so often did his comment had hit its mark and there was no longer a smile on Sif's face as she took another drink from the glass, making sure that there was still some akvavit left for Loki as she made the exchange of glass for bottle again.

"As for my predicament, it's been taken care of. I've gotten a few billion dollars' worth of therapy for it, actually."

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He had known Sif for years, albeit from the outskirts of her friendship with his brother, and thus he picked up on her change of tune immediately. For a split second, he wondered what he had said to cause it, then mentally dug his heels in.

He wasn't fond of admitting to his mistakes, not even to himself.

Throwing his head back, he downed the rest of the akvavit in the glass, once again savoring the trail of fire it left down his throat, then reached over to where the bottle rested on the mini-fridge. "Is that a challenge?" he asked airily, refilling the glass.

Under normal circumstances she would have filed getting drunk with Loki Odinson under "Very Bad Ideas", but at the moment she was tired and sore from nearly getting smashed by a kaiju (she was going to have some nasty bruises come morning), and her heart had taken a severe pummeling.

In short, she was in enough of a bad mood that being a little reckless actually seemed like a good idea, or at least the kind of bad idea that she wanted to go through with anyway.

Besides, he'd made her laugh.

She took a long drink from the beer bottle, nearly emptying it, and when she lowered it from her lips, she was grinning at him again.

"Bring it on, Odinson."

There it was, that grin again.

He set both the bottle of akvavit and the glass onto his desk, then flipped the mini-fridge open to retrieve another beer. His smile was controlled, but his eyes were alight with mischief as he offered her the glass.

"As you wish, Lady."

She took the glass and offered up what little there was left of the beer to him.

"I feel like there should be some sort of rules beyond 'get smashed', what do you think?"

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So this was to be not only a challenge, but a game? Loki could get behind that.

He reached for the bottle, humming thoughtfully as he swirled it about. "Actually, yes. My desk is off-limits," he said coolly, knowing full well that Sif had not meant that sort of rule. There were things in the drawers he did not want her tampering with -- data, certainly, and photos.

Just another physical manifestation of his sentimentality... and regret.

He finished the first beer and opened the second. If Thor were present, he would no doubt approve of their alcoholic exchange, Loki mused.

"I'll do my best to remember that."

Everyone who had ever been around Sif when she was drunk knew that it tended to get pretty wild. For all that she appeared straight-laced and very rarely did anything but follow her orders to the letter, there was something decidedly untamed inside her that could go positively berserk when given half a chance.

"What else?"

If they were truly to get smashed, he wondered if Sif would remember anything at all.

He held the newly opened beer out, its neck pointing at her in what might have been accusatory were it not for the smirk on his lips. "Please do me the courtesy of sparing my room from your drunken belligerency. I'd appreciate having some place to retire to once we've established my victory."

"I am so looking forward to hearing you stumble on all those big words."

She pointed at him with the hand currently holding the glass of akvavit.

"And you, no cheating."

His expression was one of incredulous surprise. "And how, exactly, would I go about cheating? I'm sitting right in front of you."

"People cheat at cards all the time and people sit right in front of each other then as well."

She was not actually accusing him of being a cheat, she was merely reminding him that she knew well enough what a trickster he could be when that sort of mood caught him. Admittedly she could not remember the last time it had.

Neither could he.

With a shrug and a growing smile, he said, "Fair enough. Now, I believe it is your turn to take a shot."

Twenty minutes and an uncounted amount of shots washed down by swigs of beer later, Loki wasn't stubborn enough to deny the alcohol had taken root in his system, not when his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright with intoxication. "I'm telling you, Sif," he was saying, waggling his index finger at her while the others held onto the glass, amber liquid sloshing against the sides, "they will replace Johnson with someone else. He's already established himself as a liability, giving into Lorelei's charms."

After a pause, he added, "We shall probably need to do something about Lorelei herself."

It was kind of a good look on him, really, which was a thought Sif would have stomped down much harder had she not been in a quite similar state herself.

She had let her hair down from its usual strict pony tail, and it would have been falling prettily in a silky curtain around her face had she not kept running her hands through it while she spoke so that it now had become quite messy.

"If they replace Haldorr they're idiots, he's a great pilot. Besides, it was my fault as much as it was his. He's been dealing with my crap for years now. I should be able to handle him throwing some back at me."

She took a drink from the beer in her hand, flopping down somewhat dramatically on the cot with her head on Loki's pillow, pointing accusingly at him with the bottle.

"And why are you saying you need to do something about Lorelei? Because she likes to fuck around? Bet you wouldn't be saying that if she were a man."

Actually she wanted to rip Lorelei's throat out with her teeth, but he didn't need to know that.

He didn't think much of how the repeated sight of Sif running her hands through her hair made Loki wish to do the same.

To her hair.

He scoffed. "Because she interfered with an established relationship between Rangers," he said dismissively, like Sif was an idiot for having to ask at all. "If Johnson wasn't romantically involved with you, I couldn't care less -- because you wouldn't care less and this wouldn't have happened."

"Whatever, I'm over it."

As if. She wouldn't be over it for quite some time, really. That was the thing with Sif, things stuck. She just painted on thick layers of self-control on top of it all and kept moving anyway, because she had a job to do and she wasn't going to let feelings get in the way of that.

"I mean I knew something was going to happen. He's my co-pilot, I live in his damn head. It's not as if he could hide it from me."

Loki knocked back the rest of his glass and temporarily shut his eyes as the akvavit seared a path of hell's flames down his throat.

"Was your co-pilot," he corrected, setting the glass onto his desk with more force than necessary. T'wasn't out of anger, but inebriation. "I doubt they'll allow you two back into a Jaeger like this. Assuming you're still drift compatible."

He paused, then, and narrowed his eyes at her as his thoughts caught up with her words.

"Why did you idly wait for something to happen?" It would cost the program billions in time and resources, yes, and Loki was still sour about that. Sif, however, was not one for idle anything.

Except when it came to Thor.

His expression darkened.

She sat back up again, visibly unsteady and laughing hoarsely because it was either that or crying, and Loki was probably the last man on earth she wanted to see her cry.

"So long, career. Got some room up in mission control? I could sit on your lap or something."

She saluted him with the bottle and took a long drink. It did not do much to drown her sorrows, but that trick hadn't worked since she was in the academy so her expectations were low. It still tasted pretty good.

"What was I supposed to do? Get some brain bleach and try to scrub out all the things in there he doesn't like? He knows how much I love him, it's just not enough. It happens, y'know? Things... fall apart."

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