It's amazing how many beginnings, in stories and in life, are based on chance. A serendipitous encounter, a chance meeting, a happy accident -- life would be dull if it weren't for the curveballs flung by a playful universe. Just when you think you've got your life figured out -- splat! -- everything changes.
You may have just had a meet-cute, in which two potential romantic leads are thrown together in a contrived and atypical, oftentimes, but not always, over-the-top manner.
In short, the meet-cute is a solution to a perennial screenwriter's problem: "We have a love story between two main characters who will presumably bicker for 90 minutes and then fall in love in the last 10. If they're so dissimilar, how do we get them together in the first place?" If the meeting itself is kind of a joke (a chance collision, a mistaken identity, a hookup with a stranger who turns out to be your ex's lawyer the next day), it's a meet-cute.
We've had plenty of memes that deal with being in a relationship and even some that look at the ends of them, but here's one about the what-comes-before: the meeting!
HOW TO PLAY- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Tag around.
- Use the RNG to determine your prompt or just go with it.
PROMPTS- No Good Bad Day: Everything is going wrong. You've spilled coffee all over yourself, missed you bus, and things aren't looking up. And to add insult to injury, you've run into somebody! Shouldn't they look where they're going?
- Is This Seat Taken?: The last seat on the bus/plane/carriage/dragon is next to a mysterious (or not so mysterious) stranger.
- Table for Two: All the other tables are filled, so you're placed with someone else when you thought you'd be dining alone.
- Love Hurts: You've accidentally fallen off of something, driven your car into a snowbank, or any other number of calamitous things. You're not badly hurt - though you may be dinged up - but you definitely need help. You need a good Samaritan.
- Hope That Didn't Belong to Someone: You've accidentally ruined an item, and you have to meet the owner. Hope they won't be too mad...it wasn't really your fault!
- Wait, Them?: You met someone earlier, didn't get on, only to learn later that the two of you will be working together in a close capacity. What can you do? Maybe you can ask for another partner...
- No Rest and Relaxation: You're staying at a hotel or a cabin, only to realize that your room has been double booked. Well, you're not leaving. The other person will just have to!
- They're After Me: You were having such a peaceful day before that asshole came running by, being chased by the [insert authority figures here]. Why'd they have to pull you into it?
- Saved: ...or the shoe's on the other foot, and they've saved you from danger. Doesn't mean you have to like them, though.
- Thought You Were Someone Else: You never forget a face- except when you do. Or think the face is someone else's. Maybe someone you cared for...
- Arranged Marriage: You've never met this person, but you hope you like them, for the good of your...oh, DAMN IT. You hate their guts.
- Ooops, I Did It Again: You totally didn't mean to run over that guy or hit her over the head with a frying pan. You're not heartless enough to not nurse them back to health, right?
- I Have a Proposition: You're not keen on each other, but you're working together for your own purposes. But at least feelings won't get in the way...nope.
- WILDCARD
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bakerstreet2015-07-11 07:24 pm
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('cute', is his assessment. this is dangerous.) ]
If you scamper, you'll get in the way of feet. [ trying, trying in vain to address that first bit. this is possibly not the nicest thing to say to a seemingly small child, but it's a thinly-veiled prickly way to say 'be careful'. ] ...And no, I'm not a baker.
[ looking down at his mountain of bread, now. ]
Are you hungry?
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Yesh! Idui'sh pretty hungry. Um. Mishter, wait a moment.
[ there's a quiet little oof right next to his head as idui hefts herself up into a slightly more comfortable position, one little hand holding onto his collar so she can steady herself.
and then she digs through the roomy pocket of her weirdo black overalls so she can extract a wallet. a men's leather wallet. that she obviously just stole moments ago. ]
Here! Idui will buy one bread.
[ she holds the wallet out in front of his face, giving a devious little grin. ]
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the proffered wallet is met with one of those quiet, level looks that would be exasperated if he had any room to judge her or her decisions. he turns his head towards her, tucking his marred jaw under the shade of his collar, or whatever is left of it after her hands have worked to pull it down. it's not a point of self-consciousness, not as much as it used to be, but he still doesn't want to scare the girl.
bluntly: ] Give that wallet to me. It needs to be returned.
[ it'll probably easier on her if the stolen item was returned, anyway. he shifts his bread in his arms, raises one callused hand and beckons lightly. ]
In return, you can have the bread.
[ equivalent...exchange? he doesn't want to ask her about where her parents are because he has a feeling that's just going to make this harder.
don't. get. attached. ]
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[ quick to perk up and equally quick to whine, idui droops against adolf's shoulder at that proposition, mashing her puffed-out cheek against the fabric of his jacket.
but at least she doesn't sulk for long. after a second or two of gently kicking her jester shoes against his shoulderblade, making muffled grumbling noises into the thick fabric of his jacket, she raises her head once more. ]
But okay. Idui will do it, since mishter was nice. Shpecial deal!
[ she crawls her way up to sit properly on his shoulder, then firmly presses the wallet in adolf's hand.
doing so, of course, ends up pulling his collar down and giving her a great view of the scars across his face. but idui only gives a slight cant of the head, staring in silence for a moment, before holding her hands out. ]
Bread, pleashe!
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the transaction complete, adolf tucks the wallet into one of his pockets, looks up at the girl perched on his shoulder like an oversized parrot. he supposes he should tell her to get off and go find the people who are taking care of her... if there are people taking care of her in this jamjarland.
but instead, he reaches into his paper bag and gives her not just one baguette, but two baguettes. and then, after a beat and some more digging into his bread-y abyss, a sweet danish. ]
Good.
[ after depositing all of this, he gives her a napkin. ]
...Don't fall. If you need a place to sit, I can find a bench.
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Sho much! Thank you!
[ and almost in an instant, she's stuffed half the danish in her face, her cheeks swollen out like a chipmunk's as she takes the napkin. with the two baguettes held close to herself with her free hand, the napkin tucked in her arm, it really is a wonder that she manages to stay balanced. ]
It'sh okay! [ a barely-coherent chirrup past that big mouthful of danish before she swallows. ] Back home, Idui wash alwaysh in Gladiash' shleeve! Shometimes upshide down! Sho thish ish no problem.
-- ah! [ that's right! she forgot to ask! ] Doesh Mishter have a name?
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of all the adults in the world she could've chosen to bump into, it had to be him. ]
My name? It doesn't matter.
You won't remember me by tomorrow.
[ this textbook tsundere response to a small child?! there's really no reason for him to be this standoffish to her, especially since he's not on mars and neither of them are under threat of death by mutant roaches anytime soon (FINGERS CROSSED)...
...but it's the principle of the thing.
(he's still going to let her eat on his shoulder, ah.) ]
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Idui wouldn't forget!
[ said with great indignation, accompanied by a spray of crumbs that patters down the front of his jacket. at least idui seems vaguely aware of how ill-mannered that was, and wipes off her mouth with the napkin, swallowing everything she's been chewing on before opening her mouth again. ]
Idui wouldn't forget mishter'sh name. Don't treat Idui like an idiot!
Or elshe Idui's jusht going to call mishter 'Shcarface!'
[ not the most creatively mean nickname, admittedly. ]
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I didn't mean it like that.
[ but now it just seems stupid to argue this point, because she's so little and she's so insistent and adolf can never win when it comes to vibrant, possibly innocent inquiries. a certain loud captain comes to mind.
his shoulders sink just a millimeter. ]
...It's Adolf. Adolf Reinhardt. Knowing it isn't going to do you any good.
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It'sh okay, Mishter Reinharf.
[ what a weird name, but she's almost got it! and then she pat-pats him on the head with one hand, probably leaving a crumb or two tangled in his hair. ]
It makesh you look handshome.
[ a pause as she shoves the rest of her danish in her mouth, chewing away like a hamster. it's not until she's swallowed that down and clumsily pawed the crumbs off her face that she looks back up at adolf. ]
Did Mishter Reinharf fall ashleep shmoking? Or did you loshe a fight?
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the little hand on his head is endearing, against all odds. a degree of effort is required to keep his eyes forward and keep them from softening.
condescendingly: ] You should know that some questions aren't meant to be asked.
[ but a beat later, he seems to realize that talking down to a little girl eating bread on his shoulder is largely a wasted effort. brushing a crumb off of his hair, he glances up. ]
It's not important. Does it bother you?