Roommates

[semimeme]

 

Perhaps you were best friends who decided to make rent cheaper by living together, a couple who took the plunge and moved in together, or you could just be some random people thrown together by circumstance and really needing a place to live.

Either way, you're sharing a flat (or maybe even a room) now! What's going to happen?

You know this drill:
- Post your character name, series and any preferences.
- Go to RNG (1-12) and tag around.
- Have fun!

PROMPTS:
( moving day )
Boxes. So. Many. Boxes. Whether you're moving in or out, they've got to go. Is your roommate willing to lend a hand?

( chores )
Whose turn is it to take out the trash? How about the dishes? 

( pets )
Not only are you sharing a living space, you're sharing space with an animal. There could be allergies, behavioral issues, or an unexpected exercise partner. Most importantly, do you have to hide them from the super? Hmm, maybe not the fishtank. 

( uninvited guests )
Could be a party, could be a significant other that seems to have moved in... you just weren't expecting company tonight.

( the noisy one )
Is there anything worse than paper thin walls and a noisy flatmate? You can hear everything they're doing... even (or especially) the TMI.

( the friendly one )
Oh, lucky you, you've scored someone who wants to try and make things as good as possible for you both! Don't waste this now. It might just be the greatest thing you could have.

( the tmi one )
OH GOD why did you walk in during that? Nope, backing out now... unless you're into that. Why do they keep telling you things, as well? Gosh.

( the disaster )
There's not even words. These are the ones the internet warned you about. A little TMI or noise? That is nothing compared to the crazy you're stuck with right now.

( a night in )
Game night, movies, TV marathons, whatever you like. You and your flatmate are going to hunker down with some popcorn and have fun.

( the fight )
Chore chart not working out? Someone is always late with the rent? It just isn't working out. Time to have that confrontation you're been putting off. Good luck.

( shopping )
Whether you're going for groceries or furniture (or fun!), you and your flatmate are hitting the shops and spending some cash.

( the other )
Thought of something not on here? Go for it! Mix and match your options or anything else!

MEME ORIGINALLY BY attentionboys. with minor modifications

Comments

[consultingbishop]

"Alright, but don't blame me when the entirety of Greater London Metropolitan Police are on your ass just because I didn't wipe a security camera."

He puts a hand on the door to the restroom, turning the handle.

"Just think about that. It could have oh-so-easily been fixed. The computer's just over there." A pause. "And shooting it won't work. It's networked."

[dontsmoke]

Murphy had no idea what 'networked' meant. But the warning had made him pause because as soon as the man had mentioned the computer, Murphy had stepped back with the intent of turning and shooting it real quick. Couldn't get into it if it was destroyed right? Right.

But he also didn't want to appear ignorant in front of a guy who had the same ability as the fuckers that trapped him and Connor for a few months and turned out to be sixteen fucking years. And they'd only been 'out' of the Other Realm for a month or so. Not really enough time to learn all the ins and outs of the stuff they still needed to.

"Fine," he said after another moment of hesitation. "You go wipe it and then you get your ass in the toilet. But you keep your back to me, motherfucker, or there'll be hole in it."

[consultingbishop]

A hidden grin, there. It had worked. He had bought himself some time.

It's entirely likely that the computer wouldn't be networked. Sure, Tesco was a big, nationwide chain, but that just meant the cut corners. He approaches the computer, making his movements as open as possible.

"I hope you're not trigger happy, man, 'cause I got a wife and kid back home in Boston. I'd rather not have my four year-old find out her daddy got shot by someone he saved in a robbery."

He starts working on the computer, firstly by guessing the password.

"That, and my wife kinda holds a grudge, y'know?"

[dontsmoke]

Was the guy pulling some other shit out of his ass to bring up Boston? That seemed a little too convenient a mention. It only made Murphy more nervous and he'd already wasted too much time as it was. Connor was probably freaking out, wondering where he was.

"I don't want you talking," he finally said, this time pressing the gun into Peter's head. "Let me have your wallet."

[consultingbishop]

"Coat, right pocket."

He's not going to risk reaching for it.

"And do you mind? I'm trying to find the exact timestamp to echo here, and that's pretty distracting."

Sure enough, Peter's wallet is in his coat pocket. There's a Boston driving license, about £30 in cash, a debit card... And an FBI Consultant's ID badge. Along with a photo of Peter, a beautiful blond woman, an older man with crazy hair and a baby girl. Can't be more than two or three.

[dontsmoke]

"You're the one that keeps fucking talking." Murphy switched hands to pat the man down and find what he was looking for.

Peter Bishop. Well, the Boston thing wasn't a lie at any rate. Or the wife and kid. And an FBI consultant. Fuck. He was a good man, doing a good thing. Fuck. Murphy set the wallet on the desk next to him. Then lowered the gun and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sucked in a deep breath before picking the wallet back up and digging through it.

After Murphy put it back on the desk, he held £10 up in Peter's line of sight. "For my trouble, aye?" This time he was actually asking.

[consultingbishop]

Peter glances at it. "Take the other twenty." He grunts, still tapping away at the keyboard. "I won't miss it."

Seems he's won through. There'll be nothing else on his patdown. Gun laws in the United Kingdom were a lot stricter. In fact, there'll likely be a lot of questions as to how Ian got a hold of his.

"And if you're gonna be letting me go, take a business card. Left pocket." He's serious.

[dontsmoke]

If Murphy and Connor weren't hurting for the cash he would have left the other 20, but they were. He barely hesitated before picking the wallet back up and taking the rest. Then he moved around to dig through the other pocket and take one of the cards. Glanced at it before putting it in his own pocket along with the cash. Once that was done, he wiped the gun down with the bottom of his coat. Ian had been wearing gloves. He hadn't.

He stood there, getting ahold of himself, for another moment before giving a light backhanded slap to Peter's shoudler, "When Charlie gets back from calling the cops, tell him I took my groceries but the left the money for them. I don't want to be here when they get here."

[consultingbishop]

"Gotcha."

He's still not turning around. Doesn't want to ruin whatever camaradarie they've built.

"And, for the record? I'm mostly human."

[dontsmoke]

"For the record, I don't fucking care," he replied, hurrying to finish bagging his shit. All of it stuffed into one bag before he headed for the door. The last thing he said before he left and jogged down the street was "Don't follow me."