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bakerstreet2014-07-18 12:01 am
moisturizememe) wrote in 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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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.