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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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?