because we needed a meme with some gen options :D

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university life au meme
stolen from hotawesome at memebells
because the semester is starting
and that just sucks.

do this: ☑ leave a blank comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject for others to reply to. ☑ when replying, use the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 10. ☑ or cheat and pick whichever number you like best. ☑ your characters are now in a ~*situation*~ together. make of it what you will.

scenarios: [01] lecture hall ➟ who the fuck actually pays attention during these things? well, maybe you. or maybe you're texting someone, dicking around on the internet, or going oldschool and passing notes. [02] cafeteria ➟ chow time! sit down to eat with your friends, stand awkwardly and look for a table like you did in middle school, or be that creep-ass in the corner, eating with his hood up. [03] doorsock ➟ awww yeeee. it's time to get down to business. just don't forget the sock on the door, dude. seriously. (and use protection!) [04] sexiled ➟ someone else put the sock on the door, because your ass is stuck out here. at least you're not alone? listen in, interrupt, find something else to do, or just chat and wait. (they won't be long, right?) [05] room inspection ➟ oh shi— maybe someone gave you a heads up, and you're scrambling to hide your shit. maybe someone didn't, and you're basically fucked. [06] frat party ➟ drunk? stoned? costumed? alone? about to get lucky? about to get busted? it's up to you, man. [07] new roomie ➟ who's this douchebag? your new roommate! help them get settled in, draw a line down the center of the room, label all your shit. however you roll. [08] study buddies ➟ an all-nighter cram session, or a regular weekly thing? maybe you don't even get much studying done, but hey, whatever, right? [09] morning after ➟ what the actual fuck happened last night? bizarre texts? underwear hanging in places they shouldn't? a bathtub full of tequila and limes? just a gorgeous being in bed next to you? [10] go crazy ➟ pick one or make up your own! get fucking creative.

 

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[seeing_idawg]

[ He still doesn't really look up at her, but he stops his typing. That's a start, isn't it? Well, it's nothing compared to what's coming next. He reaches both hands up, points toward her, and then flicks both fingers into little makeshift guns.

Pow, pow. Except not, because like fuck if cool kids make onomatopoeias outside of entirely ironic circumstances. Right? Right. ]

Sounds like bullshit to me. If you're good at shit, you should be able to skip to the good shit, right? Offer a proficiency test, or something - this is the two-thousands, am I right? I mean, god daaaaaamn - [ and he literally covers his mouth and makes a mic check as he does this ] - catch up with the goddamn program.

good. goooooood.

[seeing_idawg]

[ oh my fucking god eridan what are you even doing. ]

Nah. It's just your thinkpan looking for company. The real Dave Strider's in some body-heat harvester, man.

[ he raises an eyebrow at the swaying little fuck. goddamn, how much has this god of asshattery had to drink? ]

heh. B)

[pariahdom]

[He's had enough to know that you're a whore. Dude, you can smell the alcohol on his breath from like five miles from here, it's amazing he hasn't like... fallen over or anything yet.]

Whoa, whoa whoa... whoa. Whoa. Shut up. I know it's all you, stupid. You've still got the horns and the fakey fake sea dweller accessories.

[Those are real things, Eridan... you still don't agree to that though w o w. But anyways, he grabs the fins for confirmation. YOU ARE DA REAL DAVE.]

Seifer Almasy | Kingdom Hearts | aged up

[highhanded]

[astrometry]

[ More giggling. But it quickly turns into a COVERUP COUGH because oh no, what if he thinks she's maliciously laughing at him instead of benignly giggling at his good jokes and great sense of humor?

Brb hiding in the textbook again. ]

Well, I was homeschooled mostly, so we didn't do APs or anything...it sucks. [ She sighs, and the wall gives another WHACK. Jade jumps again. ] I am pretty sure that no studying is going to get done tonight! So... [ OKAY HARLEY BE BRAVE WHAT WOULD GRANDPA DO ] Do you wanna...go get burgers?

Re: heh. B)

[seeing_idawg]

[ Hands in the air. Watch out, guys, we're dealing with a badass over here. ]

Yep. Y'caught me. I'm the real Da-

[ There are Eridan hands on fins.

Eridan's grubby fucking hands are touching his fins.

All those rules the RA set are out the fucking window, and they're gone fast. He doesn't bother saying anything - he just slams his knee upward, aiming straight for the gut. Now a 'hands off' should suffice just fine-

Oh. Or he could snarl vocally. That works too. ]

[pariahdom]

[There are certain things you shouldn't do: 1) Be a complete tool in front of Eridan while he's sober.
2) Try to fight with Eridan while he's drunker than all hell.

Because truthfully, those rules are pretty much five miles gone away by now, After his gut said hello to Dave's knee, he feels himself drop his hold on the fins and hit the ground, curling up slightly. Ughhh.

After he got his initial pain out of the way, he got himself off the ground in 'no time' flat (it took him three tries to get up), getting back to being dangerously close to Dave. This time, instead of that carefree hilarious facial expression he had on, it was replaced with anger. Artificial drunken anger. ] What in the utter fuck was that even for?!

[coeurdunpaladin]

[Friends, roommates, making Marius act as occasional pillow, what-have-you, yes.]

[seeing_idawg]

Yeah, I know the feeling. I mostly did independent study, if you get what I'm saying.

[ It's true, and then it's evasive, and then it's true. He skipped school most of the time, just going enough to get out of truancy clauses - and then he read. Pynchon and Stephenson and Hemingway if he felt like a laugh, and everything else he could get his grubby goddamn hands on. It was like he was eating their words, saving them for later, for his own use and nobody else's.

But he's not good at using them. And he's especially fucking it up now, now that this really cute girl asked him out on a date. It's a date, right? Yeah, it's a date. Maybe it's a friend date, or something. But he doesn't say any of that just yet - after all, that'd be dweeby as fuck, and if being cool just got him invited out for the first time in his life then fuck if he isn't going to keep it up.

He shrugs noncommittally, pointing out the corridor window with his thumb. ]

Might as well. Not like I'm getting anything written.

[ SHIT FUCK DAMN YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN HARDON FOR THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE, NOT UNTIL YOU CAN PASS IT OFF AS MYSTERIOUS OR COOL OR SOMETHING. He doesn't really flinch, though, because he's got the perfect distractor- ]

Lucky choice, too, since it's Physics Majors Night over at our local Burgerville. Ladies with a thing for equations eat at no charge.

[topsseifer]

[There was a tape line. Down the middle of the room.
He knew this was childish, but after finding out just WHO he was rooming with, he had to.
The only thing he couldn't split was the bunk bed, which played into the next childish thing he did. Instead of doing the polite thing, and waiting for his new roommate to decide, Hayner was scrambling up the ladder to get to the top bunk for claiming purposes.
Not every day he could top Seifer.]

[astrometry]

[ At least Jade seems to be taking an interest in what he's writing; she resists the urge to crawl across the hallway and peer over his computer and instead asks... ]

What are you writing? I mean, what's the paper on?

[ Piling her books up, she stands to gather them. Jade's in some sort of eclectic hipster with a bohemian edge outfit today, striped knee socks/mary janes with a blue romper and a fuzzy beret complete with scads of bracelets that jingle up and down her arms. ]

Are you asking me out? [ Might be blushing. Studiously looking up at the ceiling oh hey someone wrote dicks on it. ]

[highhanded]

<sub>[Well, it's more mature than his reaction would've been had he gotten to the room first. But hey, at least now Hayner could technically screw with him without too much worry about getting a fist to the gut!

Or at least until they went off campus and/or Seifer came up with a way to make Hayner throw the first punch. Then it was free game.

But for now, Seifer is just going to stare at the tape line when he opens the door, his bag slung over his shoulder and looking a bit older and hey, he actually filled out a bit more over that year he was on vacation!]</sub>

The hell?

[seeing_idawg]

[ Paper? Paper. Just like that, Dave has an out, and he oh-so-casually drops: ]

R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet" and the strategic use of repetition with regards to the Monomyth. It shows the contrivance of the artist brilliantly - through repeating the same goddamn song twelve times, he's able to subvert the hero's journey further and further, descending deeper into a den of decadence each damn DJ's spin.

[ See, now he wants to write that for real. Goddammit. Maybe he can get it published on some free site...

Hold the fucking phone.

She wasn't asking him out?

ALL ALARMS AT FULL WEEEOOOOEEEEOOO RED ALART RED ALART ALAAAAAART

Oh-so casually: ] Nah, I've just got this habit of paying for cute [ FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ] people [ SMOOTH MOVE DUMPASS THE IMPLICATION THAT NEEDED REVERSED WAS NOT IN REGARDS TO GENDER ] every time we go out for burgers thirty minutes before close. Happens all the time, and I figured, hey - why fuck with tradition, right?

[ Okay, the smooth assholery is a good out. BUT ONLY BARELY. Mentally recomposing himself, he shuts his laptop, stands up, and turns to the door. Over his shoulder- ]

Parking lot, or are we just- walking?

[topsseifer]

Problem? [Asking with a shit eating grin present. Arms were crossed against his chest and he looked rather...accomplished.

And there was still just one more thing to do.]

That side is yours. [Yup. Picking the side for him as well. Wasn't he so thoughtful?

...actually it was just to get some enjoyment out of telling Seifer what to do.

He laced his fingers together before putting both hands behind his head. Hayner himself would never be as big as Seifer, but that never stopped him from messing with him. Just wait until he got a hold of Seifer's shampoo.]

[highhanded]

Yeah. You're my problem. <sub>[Whoops, did he say that outloud?

And then he gives Hayner A Look. The same look he'd give him back in the Sandlot that plainly said 'You're the biggest loser I know.']</sub>

...

_{[Quick, think fast! Because that there is one heavy duffel-bag being thrown onto the top bunk and its owner slinking into the bottom. At first he contemplates kicking his boots off, but... Nope. He's got a better idea. He'll play the passive pushover for just a little bit longer.]}

Hey, chickenwuss.

7

[icyidol]

[Hi, Harry, hope you weren't expecting your new roommate to come in or anything. She's a bit late today, thanks to some robbers she had to deal with, and as a result looks somewhat beat-up. Not that she'll tell him she's Blue Rose, of course.

But anyway! She's entering the room, and does a double-take.]

...no one told me I had a roommate.

[You weren't there for the explanation, honey.]

[topsseifer]

[He was happy that he was. For the moment. So that grin just got bigger.
What is this quitting while ahead thing? Since Seifer wasn't fighting it, yet, he was just going to bask in this.

Up until the bag was heading his way. OH shi-

Hayner caught it the best he could, letting out a grunt as it landed on him. See? He could totally handle this! It was just heavier than he thought it would be. Just rolling it on down. Nothing breakable in it, right?]1

Yeah, jerkface?
[...maybe having Seifer under him wasn't such a good idea.]

[snapshotsoldier]

[The 'subtle' kick dislodges Maes's legs and makes him slide partway down the chair, his weight shifting him over until he's half sprawled against the arm-rest between his and Roy's chairs. And, of course, Roy himself.

[He just mumbles a bit, still with that sappy smile, and keeps on sleeping. Apparently it was a very late night. One wonders whether he slept at all.

[Or if he's actually as asleep as he seems, for that matter.]

[highhanded]

_{[And that's when he curls his legs up to plant the soles of his boots on the underside of Hayner's bunk very lightly. Whadd'ya mean he's up to no good? He's a perfect little angel!]}

I've been doing some thinking. It's been a year since you last saw me, right?

[topsseifer]

[Wait wait wait.

What. Was. This.

Was he trying to be...nice?

He didn't quite like this. Or the whole Seifer being out from his view, while he was sounding nice.]

Has it been that long? [Trying to sound like he doesn't care. Maybe if he acted like he wasn't worried, then it'll be okay? Right?]

Don't tell me you missed me.

[highhanded]

_[Three.]

I dunno.

_[Two.]

Maybe I did? But I think I just missed doing shit like this--

_{[And that's when he pulls his feet away from the mattress and suddenly shoves them back up to hit the side closest to the wall to tip the mattress off the frame.]}

[topsseifer]

[SHIT

Hayner was trying to figure any sort of message, or insult that would be slipped in the other blond's words.

BUT THIS. He wasn't prepared for. He latched on to bed, tightly. ]

Hey. Knock it off! [Because that will totally work on Seifer. Yes. And he lost his pillow as well. There it went. Sliding off.
And it won't be long before what little patience he had, would follow.]

[highhanded]

_{[A hand shoots out to grab the pillow, hauling it into the 'safety' of his bunk as he keeps pushing up on the mattress.]}

Why don't you make me, chickenwuss?

_{[He starts to bounce the mattress with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four.]}

Don't tell me you went soft on me.

[tigerkiller]

[ Let it never be said that Sebastian is anything resembling lazy-- but he's not exactly the tidiest of individuals; he's been on campus for a while already, inspecting the girl's dorms, and generally re-arranging the room to suit himself. His own duffel bag was dropped over by the closet, and has remained there. He hears the knock from his sprawl on the bed; laptop perched on a knee while he goes through his schedule: psychology 1, film studies 1, French and-- because he's clearly something of a masochist, English Romantic Literature.

He got in on a sport's scholarship; what more could they want from him? Sloping off to open the door, Moran is the picture of disheveled-- sleaze? Charm. He studies the new kid, accent still essentially South London. ] Hey there mate.

You the roomie?

[topsseifer]

Quit. It.

[Just wanted an excuse for him to climb in bedget rough. Looks like Seifer was going to get what he wanted after all. Why bother with ladders?
He swung himself down with a growl. He had to rescue his pillow and attempt to look menacing to the scarred blond.
Eyes were narrow as he approached. How much trouble would they get if they did fought?
Did that ever matter to Hayner before? Nope]
I'll show you soft...[He was already lunging at the blond to get to his pillow.]