because we needed a meme with some gen options :D

[nothingpersonal]

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.

 

Comments

[thecoolexec]

[HELLoo...? Typical Ocean's Eleven style collection of types here: ya got your generic tall glasses-girl; your short glasses-girl with a deeper voice; a cute but modest one with hair cut too short and liberal-y for Tony's liking; the plain minority, the ugly one and the fat one working like third-act buddy cops to goal-tend for the more attractive ones, and... hm. This one seems different. Long, white-blonde hair, drawn in an interesting, almost quaint ponytail, loosely clutching a cup, but not moving it much, implying it's still fairly full. She seems a little detached from the others, despite being almost in the middle of their little Almighty Uterus Circle. And she looks bored. Distracted, maybe?

Tony bounces his cup one more time, thinking, then catches it in his other hand and puts it into his pocket, the open mouth still out and avoiding staining his pocket lining or actual pants. He slides a thumb across his eyebrows, making sure they're in order, a quick spreading of his thumb and index across his prized mustache his next priority. Then he puts on a laughing grin and walks up to them.]

You guys see that other girl pass out? I don't know if you know her... black hair, about yay-high? Can't remember what she looked like too well... she laughed a lot? I dunno, anyway, she's over there on the ground, fell right on her face. It was hilarious!

[Of course they know her... it's one of the hostesses, and he saw them talk to her at one point.]

[ungentle]

*The other girls give some combination of nervous laughter and approximated concern, and one of them mutters something like "I should go make sure she's okay," before they hurry off and leave Dany there with him alone. Well, this... could go any number of ways. Starting with curiosity.*

Did she seem hurt? The girl who fell.

[thecoolexec]

[Tony almost seems to forget who she's talking about.] Hm? Her? Oh, she seems fine to me. I'd hope so; I made that whole story up. I thought the "laughing a lot" part was a nice touch, I improvised that bit. A little realism goes a long way, don't ya think?

[A cheeky grin and an extended hand.] Stark. Tony Stark. It's nice to meet you, now that I have this convenient opportunity.

[ungentle]

You -- oh.

*Okay, that's strange, but she's not running yet. She takes his hand, offering a polite smile.* Daenerys Targaryen. Dany, if you prefer.

[thecoolexec]

[He shakes it.] I prefer. Only because I enjoy familiarity. However, that IS a beautiful name you have there -- matches the beautiful face. Isn't it awkward when you see an ugly girl whose name is Radiance or something grand like that? Or the opposite: a gorgeous person named Blanch. [He shudders involuntarily.] Blanch.

So. Dany. Are you having a good time here?

[ungentle]

*She doesn't exactly blush. It's a bit of a blush, maybe, but not enough of one. Not noticeable to most. So she shrugs her shoulders and continues.*

I can imagine worse ways to spend an evening. *Both a good and a bad thing.*

[thecoolexec]

But if you have to imagine worse ways, it's safe to say this isn't a good way. I dig it. This party has a pretty typical college vibe... belligerent drunks, beer pong contests and sticky floors. Not for everyone, obviously. Awful for nondrinkers and janitors, for example -- I'm sure they'd be miserable.

Where would you rather be? Be honest.

[ungentle]

If I'm being honest, I have to say that I'm not sure. This is the sort of party that starts to seem like a mating ritual after a while, and it's best in small helpings, I think.

[thecoolexec]

[Tony laughs at that. Hit the nail on the head with THAT description.] You said it, sister. Alcohol can be a dangerous thing in the wrong hands.

What's your kind of party?

[ungentle]

*She makes a face.* I'm not sure that I've discovered it yet. I'm fairly ignorant to these things, I'll admit.

[thecoolexec]

If I were to guess, Dany, you would prefer to be relaxing outside in a park with a book, or snuggled by a warm fire and watching a movie with a little wine.

[ungentle]

Those both sound quite nice, actually.

[thecoolexec]

Great! Let's go. Where did I put my coat again...?

[ungentle]

I -- I don't know, I never saw your coat.

*She should've seen this coming, though.*

Perhaps it's with the others?

[thecoolexec]

[The lady doth protest too little! Or, rather, just the right amount.]

Must have left it in the living room somewhere. Hm. I hope it isn't soiled by now. I like that coat.

Shall I grab yours, while I'm at it? Where is it?

[ungentle]

I'm not sure, I --

*Oh, why not, right? It's probably a better idea than staying here.*

The pile at the bottom of the stairs, I think. It's the light blue one.

[thecoolexec]

[Tony nods and jogs off to find his coat. He snags it just before a fat senior slumps over to the couch and crushes it with his genetic inheritance. He sighs quietly in relief, smoothly throwing it on and makes his way to the coat room.

On his way, he spies the Almighty Uteri again, who are looking in his direction, one of them talking to the hostess and pointing in his direction. He gulps, ducks behind a circle of girls dancing together, and crouch walks to the coats, grabbing Dany's and crouch walking back towards the kitchen.]

[ungentle]

*Her expression brightens when he returns, seeming maybe, actually sincere. She figures that even if this ends up being a mistake, she can still duck out more easily than she can here.*

No trouble finding it?

[thecoolexec]

[He hands it to her, looking over his shoulder as he does so.] Trouble? Er... not yet, no... I suggest you put that on in a small hurry though, cuz your girlfriends are looking to get to know me a little better, and not in the way I'd like...

[He turns back to her and smiles.] I think they've sensed I'm about to run off with the diamond from their rough.

[ungentle]

The -- diamond? *Flattery? Metaphor? She's... decidedly perplexed, but she pulls her coat on fast. Now she's even more determined to get out of here.*

I'm capable of making my own decisions.

[thecoolexec]

Yes. Yes! I'm sure you can! And you made the right one by spending your valuable time and breath on me. I appreciate it. Now, let's boogie, yes?

[ungentle]

*A decisive nod.* Yes.

[thecoolexec]

THERE'S a decisive smile. And a lovely one at that.

[Time now to slip out the front door and into the mild, early winter air. He turns up his collar to it, but he still feels warm, thanks to the tequila and rum in his system. He also feels a little high off the thrill of their subterfuge. He grins unconsciously.]

[ungentle]

*She's glad to tag along, and she's feeling a bit sneaky herself.*

What do you have planned, then?

[thecoolexec]

Nothing. I have no idea where we're going. It's more fun that way. And, since you seemed to not be at that party by choice, I figured I'd give you some options.

[He turns to face her, arms akimbo.] Where do we go first, Beautiful? The night is young, and so are we.