The Random Scenario Meme 3.0

[emeraldfields]

THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0


- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

Comments

[redhotblaze]

[Playing nice was one thing even if she did have problems with that sometimes. It was being picked up out of nowhere that she had issue with this time.

... But no time to dwell on that. Chris let out a frustrated sigh as she looked back at the mass of Noise. They could deal with this guy and where the hell he came from later.]

It really depends on the type. There's a bunch of different kinds and some of them could - ah.

[As if on cue, a mass of Noise, which resembled a cross between a manta ray and a fighter jet, began rising towards them. Chris growled as she re-summoned her gattling guns.]

Some of these bastards can fly!

[negativism]

We knew, that's why it was easier to ignore him half the time.

[Granted that generally just ended up devolving into him and Nithal getting into one of their near-infamous matches after a while. Apparently one or two of the others that had been working with them at the time had started a running tally of wins and losses as well.

His eyes flash at the last statement, though, and he can feel his claws extending slightly on reflex - though if he played it off right, it would just be another layer of intimidation for the opposition and not a flash of him starting to lose his temper.]

Don't. I can tolerate Ki-moon needling his way into my business, but not you.

[hardballsy]

He almost says something about a raise, but then thinks better of it because first of all, someone in HR would kill him. Second of all, Donna would kill him when she found out it wasn't actually doable, and Josh was just saying things like Josh sometimes just says things.

"Shower, coffee, eye drops," he repeats, then pauses. His frown is almost audible.

Also audible is the sound of his coffee maker bubbling to life.

"Does it have to be in that order, specifically?"

[killingfloorblues]

Is that what you call it?

[It was a teasing tone, not something that was trying to prod and hurt, but enough to let Fafnir know that Dusty isn't as blind as some people could be. He might not have been there but he was very much aware of what the underlying issues could be.

He would say something about temper, but he was pretty sure that would start a fight and as much as he felt that he could handle things far better then anyone would guess, he didn't need to screw up work. Though he was going to huff and shake his head at Fafir's words.]

Ah, but I thought you understood - we're attached after all. Two in one that sort of thing.

[negativism]

[He doesn't answer the first part, only narrowing his eyes slightly before he glances back over toward the negotiations - granted it's not like either of them wouldn't jump into action if something came up - they were professionals, after all - but having that tangible reminder probably would help keep their client at ease.]

Then let me rephrase. I consider Ki-moon a friend, and because of that, I can at least tolerate him bothering me about my personal life. Not you, even with your connection.

[the_greywaren]

"Fine. I'll play." He sunk a little in the seat, getting cozy. Taking another drink. Ronan was feeling really good. "You into guys then?"

He noticed the way Kavinsky was looking at him. Boys at this school didn't look at Ronan like that. And he didn't really dare to look at any of them like that for fear of what people would start saying.

"Already feeling pretty good. Where'd you get this?" At this age Ronan had yet to really learn what he could do. There was a vague idea rolling around in his head but nothing he was certain of.

"The place you died? But you're new here and you're not dead."

[usagimodoki]

[ Narrowing his eyes at Aoba, Noiz looks thoroughly, completely, totally unconvinced. He draws his legs up onto the couch, sprawling and surely but slowly creeping into the bit of territory Aoba's claimed for himself on the couch.

Noiz doesn't do good for the sake of it. Not everyone's half as altruistic as Aoba, and it isn't as though Koujaku's ever given Noiz reason to do anything for him, never mind help him with his girl troubles. If he's got a stalker, he should just tell them to cut it out straight to their face. What's with this whole dancing around the subject deal? Sounds like a waste of time. ]

Not interested.

[ Gotta sweeten the deal with more than a smile, Aoba. Or with actual money. Noiz doesn't do charity work, especially not for Koujaku, who could almost certainly afford it.

But something about the offer of pancakes piques his interest, has him arching an eyebrow and looking at Aoba's hand like he's grown a paw in its place. ]

I told you. That guy can deal with it on his own. It isn't any of my business. [ He sounds impatient about having to repeat himself, and with the flimsy offer from Aoba. Aoba might find pancakes appealing, but... if Noiz wanted pancakes, he could go and get them whenever. ] Gonna have to do better than that for a bribe. Like...

[ Come on, Aoba had to have seen this coming. ]

Be my opponent in Rhyme.

[likeatool]

( accept your fate, you conniving bastard )

Is that so? ( Hak's temper frays a little further, the tip of his glaive wavering a hair's breadth from Jae-Ha's throat. ) Please do tell. I'm all ears.

[whatwasthat]

[ The scene as it sets itself before Aoba. The stage: Noiz's apartment, still ridiculously devoid of human warmth and increasingly creepier for it. The actors: one Noiz, happily perched at the other end of the sofa, but weirdly set on recovering ground; Aoba, the only sane person in the ongoing sitcom of his life; and Ren, hereby taking his cue to settle in Aoba's nap and curl into himself, tail lazily wagging back and forth, as the All-Mate enters his energy-saving hibernation mode.

The conflict: everything out of Noiz's mouth. Also, in no particular order: Noiz's smugness, his irritating half-pout, this tone his voice takes that somehow makes every ruthless, shady or obscene thing sound reasonable.

Aoba grimaces. It's a terrible performance. ]

Sure. [ Sweetly: ] But I'll throw the fight.

[ His eyes rise from the floor to Ren on his thighs, then to Noiz's face, daring him to object. All this time, Noiz has only ever asked for an opponent — not a fair fight, not a satisfying finale. Taking advantage of this particular loophole wouldn't strain Aoba's morals in the slightest. His voice crisps for a moment, not quite in warning: ]

If you don't want to help, I'll find someone else with your — skill set. [ ...for a fraction of the fee said skill set commands. Sure. Should be doable. Champagne taste on a beer budget has never known to lead to overwhelming disappointment, after all. Nothing can possibly go wrong in this scenario. ] I'm sure you're not the only option.

[deceitful]

( ooc YOU KNOW ME, i'm easy, i think maybe any of the latter three would work? I CAN MAKE FLUFF HAPPEN TOO, what do you wanna do? i will start us off if you pick bc i feel like i owe you some starters lmao )

1/2

[roadtogold]

Huh?! Huuuuh?!

[You'll have to give Seiya a moment as he drops his composure and just turns pale at the sight of the flying Noise, then seeing Chris packing gattling guns. He's not sure which sight is more ridiculous, but the giant guns are currently winning out.]

Oi! Do you even have a license for those?!

[roadtogold]

[REGARDLESS. He'll be getting into a fighting stance and channeling his Cosmo for a signature technique. A good old technique that had always solved most of his problems up front.

A blue aura forms around his body as he aligns the Pegasus Constellation with his hands. Then he unleashes a shower of punches appearing like meteors towards the flying Noise. A exploding sound follows as if the sound barrier was just broken.]

PEGASUS RYUSEIKEN!

[suspectlist]

( ooc MAN TORN BETWEEN MEETING AGAIN AND JEALOUSY. But I'm trash so let's go with Fluff/Meeting again... you can imply Stiles had feelings for Peter if you want, for some fluff factor. Thank you for indulging my filth lmao )

[deceitful]

( ooc MAYBE A MUTUAL NEVER FULFILLED INTEREST!! and i'm always here for self indulgent filth :* )

[ Eventually, there's nothing left in Beacon Hills for Peter.

A burnt out husk of a house, memories lingering around every corner were all that was left. The stump of a tree that had at once sheltered and attracted more trouble than it was worth. With the last remnants of the pack flung out at random across the country for various reasons, there hadn't been much incentive for him to stay.

Maybe one day he would be back.

When Talia had been alive and the pack whole, Peter never had much chance to leave for long. Now, with his newfound freedom, he finds himself adrift more often than not. Anchorless. But while he never feels quite settled in his own skill, the tenuous, fragile family bonds shared with Derek and Cora are enough to keep him stable.

He's in a college town when he catches a familiar scent on the wind-- or rather, in the air conditioned aisle of the grocery store he's in. It smells a little bit like home and a little bit like something missed, and when Peter turns the corner, he finds Stiles Stilinski. He sees him from behind, but the slope of his shoulders is undeniably familiar, as is the unruly head of hair, and Peter can't stop himself from old habits.

They die hard. ]

Are you lost? I wasn't aware college students understood the importance of a balanced diet. [ All said directly over Stiles's shoulder, with absolutely no regard for personal space. ]

tl;drs all over the place

[suspectlist]

( ooc YES I DIG IT Likewise!! I am here for all the filth. )

( Once upon a time, Stiles had a dream of everyone from the pack going off to college together, living close to one another, and enduring each other's company for another four years as they made their way through another few years of school. It hadn't happened that way. After everything with the Dread Doctors, they'd all grown apart in their own ways, and at the end of the day, he'd ended up in a small college town a few hours away alongside Lydia.

Still, he found himself thinking about Beacon Hills more often than he ever told Lydia. While it was nice not having to worry about who might die next or what terrifying creature might be able to leave a trail of bodies in its wake, there were somethings he'd always miss. And more importantly, some people. He missed his dad, of course, and he'd always miss Scott. But under all of that, he was surprised to find the person he missed the most wasn't his former best friend or anyone he'd known for years upon years. Of all people, it was Peter.

In the moments where he was alone, his thoughts drifting, they found some of the more memorable times he'd shared with the werewolf. Being shoved off a couch after waking up together, awkwardly curling up together in the back of his jeep after it'd broken down (again) in the middle of winter, and too many text conversations that made him think every now and again that his "ill disguised attraction" to Peter wasn't entirely one sided. Sometimes, those thoughts were enough to make him pick up his phone, pick a familiar contact out of his growing list, and let his finger hover over the talk button as if he might actually call the man. But he never did. Wasn't sure what he'd say that wouldn't send them down a way one street of bickering or snark.

He was toying with the idea of a phone call again that day as he pushed the cart along in the grocery store, expression distant and thoughtful as he plucked the usual items off the shelf and into his cart. It wasn't until he was reaching for a pack of granola bars, his attention fixed on the box of children's snacks a few spaces over with a howling wolf on it that he realized all he wanted to do was make that call, hear the familiar voice and ease the childish knot in his chest that had formed over a one-sided crush he'd nursed for the werewolf for longer than he'd cared to admit to himself. He hadn't realized how long he'd been staring at the box until he heard the sound of a voice over his shoulder.

It snapped him out of his thoughts immediately, startling him enough that he knocked a few boxes from the shelf and onto the floor. He made an effort to scramble and catch a few of them as they fell, but the familiarity of the voice kept him from keeping a hold on any of them. Whatever he'd caught fell from his hands as he looked up from where he'd hastily crouched to catch the falling boxes, and for a moment, he was convinced he was dreaming. That didn't stop his heartbeat from picking up in his chest as he stared up at the man, nor did it help him find words.

It took a moment of staring, of awkwardly fishmouthing in his haste to find words before he finally stood, barely keeping himself from dropping the one box still in his hand. ) Yeah, who'd of thought I'd learn not to eat microwaved food and take out all the time, right? ( He managed finally, dropping the box into the cart and absently moving to smooth out his shirt and then his hair, as if he was trying to look presentable. )

cradles it gently to my chest and VOLLEYS IT BACK

[deceitful]

[ Life, as Peter has learned over the years, is full of could have beens, should have dones, and what ifs. What if he'd been paying more attention to his errant nephew's goings and doings? What if he hadn't killed Laura? What if the fire had never happened? His family could have been alive. They should have been happy. He would've never bitten Scott McCall that day in the woods, half mad with rage and power, and that, in turn, wouldn't have dragged what seemed like the entire teenage population of Beacon Hills into the mess that followed.

But enough of the conditional tense. While coming back to life had been possible for him due to a dash of ingenuity and the right set of circumstances as well as Lydia Martin's aid, going back in time and changing the past only causes trouble and paradoxes. Peter's learned (learning, what does it matter?) to live with his regrets. Of course, some days it's more difficult than others, especially when one of those regrets pops out of thin air like a taunt.

He should've bitten Stiles when he had the chance.

Kept him as more than an on and off ally, a persistent thorn in his side, a number that popped up on his phone screen one time too many to brush off. He rather liked Stiles, in the same way that he liked Derek during his most stubborn teenage periods-- with a healthy dose of exasperation and desire to meddle. But there had never been a right time-- there had always been some mess or another to be taken care of, not to mention the general distrust that had followed Peter wherever he went. Not to say that it had been or still is entirely unfounded.

Peter's never been an upstanding citizen.

Still, he plays at it with the best of them, looking like nothing more a respectable gentleman, well dressed and sleek, peering down at an old acquaintance, and then leaning down to pick up one of the fallen boxes. Peter presses it gently but insistently into Stiles's grasp, fingers grazing over bare skin, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Should he take Stiles's lack of hostility as a warm welcome, or an onset of shock before his fight or flight instinct kicks in?

Watching the restless pass of Stiles's hands, Peter thinks, ah. Body language. Always such a reliable giveaway. ]

And the teenage staple of fast food. Don't forget that. [ For someone who had frequently monitored his father's diet, Stiles certainly hadn't lead by example. ] It's been a long time, Stiles. [ The name rolls off his tongue like molten gold, warm and smooth. Peter pauses for a moment. ] I'm glad to see you're doing as well as any haggard student can be.

[fucking_kavinsky]

"Good, good." Ronan never used to want to play. This is good and new. He glances over at him as he gets cozy in his car. That's another thing Kavinsky has never seen. It stirs up all sorts of feeling in him. Ronan's questions are something else, though. "You gonna try and kick the shit out of me if I answer that?" Oh, Virginia, he knows how it goes. Even if he does know Ronan, and all those secrets. He likes to play this game too.

He's still waiting to see just how repressed Ronan is at this age, if he was still repressed at 17.

"Told you, it's my own special concoction. I've got my own ways." Kavinsky already knows how to do things. He could work wonders with Ronan. "I'm not dead? you sure about that? Been told by a fuckton of people that I probably am."

CATCHES IT RIGHT IN THE FEELS

[suspectlist]

( It was hard to miss the graze of Peter's fingers across his skin. It made it hard to ignore everything he'd ever felt for the man - good or bad - and there was no denying how rapidly his heart was beating in his chest again. The sound of Peter's voice, his name on the man's lips, didn't do anything to help matters.

He forced himself to look down, clear his throat as he nodded in response to the other man's words. ) Yeah, it's been a while. ( He agreed, looking up after a moment and absently reaching back to put a hand on the cart as if it would be enough to ground him and keep him focused on the conversation instead of Peter. )

What're you-- ( He turned to look over his shoulder, almost as if he were expecting Derek to step around of the aisle or maybe something else. Something dark and sinister he'd only ever be able to associate with Beacon Hills. That thought had his attention quickly, and Stiles latched onto it harder and faster than was probably healthy. ) Is everything okay? Did something happen back home?

( Beacon Hills was Peter's home, after all. It was hard to imagine Peter really leaving it, let alone ending up here. And a part of Stiles couldn't really believe that all of this was a coincidence. He'd never said good bye to Peter, never told him where he'd plan to go. Not, he mused, that that was hard information to find. But accepting the idea that Peter really was here on his own, for no real reason... It made Stiles strangely hopeful. )

No one's dead yet, right?

[the_greywaren]

"Did I seem pissed when you called me sweetheart and looked at me like I'm candy?" Ronan asks in a serious tone. He wasn't pissed. Just curious. Curious and possibly interested. He didn't know enough about this kid yet. But, he could keep asking questions to try and figure him out.

Ronan wasn't repressed he just hadn't come out or fully to terms with how he felt about guys. He wasn't sure what other people would think or do and he didn't want to be targeted over it.

"This is some moonshine shit you made at home?" He smirks. "Who's a fuckton?"

[peacefulwinter]

"You walk until you can run," Winter said easily. "You learn how to get out of the way until you can strike back. It's just like math, or reading, or anything else. You can't just jump into the hard stuff; you have to work up to it. As you work at it more, you'll be able to go longer, further, faster. I didn't get to this point all at once, you know?"

In knowing Molly is Cure Heart, her contemporary and another Precure, sometimes Winter does forget the girl is younger, is less athletic (than even she was when she started, somehow), is less confident. She'll get there, as Winter got there. As Jasmine... well. Winter stuck her tongue out at the older girl. "So you're saying that the next time you say you're too tired to go to the grocery store, I should just smile at you until you feel up to it again?"

OHKO!!!!

[deceitful]

[ He can't resist mimicking Stiles in turn, craning his head over his shoulder in an equally dramatic and ominous fashion, only to turn it back towards Stiles with a roll and crack of his spine. Honestly, Stiles makes it difficult to tell whether the uptick of his heart is from excitement or fear. Or a far more possible explanation-- a bit of both.

Arching one precise eyebrow at Stiles, Peter makes a noise of supreme disbelief. It sounds almost like a snort. ] No, Stiles. Beacon Hills is burning to the ground, and rather than pick up the phone and call, I came all the way out here to personally deliver the news.

[ And in case the sarcasm isn't extremely obvious, Peter proceeds to sling his entire basket of groceries into Stiles's cart, nearly crushing the box of granola bars Stiles put in there earlier. He remembers Stiles being relatively smart, if infuriating. Surely he could put two and two together. A nearly full basket and the lack of message from anyone else-- like it's always been said, no news is good news. ]

No one's dead. That I know of. [ Beacon Hills was also Stiles's home, and while Peter could understand the urge to leave the nest at the age he is now, there's no reason why Peter couldn't do the same. The Hale territory isn't under any immediate threat. Perhaps for himself, and for Derek, who used to haunt the property like a forlorn, miserable ghost, distance will prove a soothing balm for those old, lingering injuries. ]

This is purely coincidental. [ A coincidence Peter's already delighted with, having found Stiles here, in the middle of nowhere. ] Now that we've gotten that out of the way, you haven't said: aren't you glad to see me too?

[narwhalhair]

[Bicep status: A+]

Maybe we should wait with some Gysahl Greens, then?

Re: OHKO!!!!

[suspectlist]

( When it came to Peter, Stiles was sometimes unsure if his own reactions to the werewolf were excitement or fear. There were times when it was a clear distinction, and truthfully, as time had gone on and he'd spent more time in the man's presence, it was usually the former rather than the latter. Here and now, though, knowing nothing was happening back home to such a terrifying extent that Peter had tracked him down made it clear to him that his reactions weren't fear.

He breathed out slowly, though the attempt to calm himself was abruptly interrupted by the basket of groceries being dumped into his own cart. ) Woah, watch it--! ( Stiles braced both hands on the edge of the cart, looked down to make sure none of the items in it had been crushed under the sudden weight. The last thing he wanted to do was bring home crushed chips or square bread for Lydia to question. )

I'm glad. ( He offered finally in response to the confirmation that no one was dead. He hadn't heard anything from his father and for Peter to say the same... Well, it gave him hope that whatever terror used to haunt Beacon Hills might have finally died down or taken a much needed break.

With that fear laid to rest, his attention had the chance to settle entirely on Peter. For a few seconds, he took in the man's expression, the line of his body, really focused on the sound of his voice. He hadn't changed, not really. And part of Stiles was grateful for that. Slowly, gently, he bounced one palm against the metal edge of the cart as he nodded in response to Peter's words after another moment of thinking, of wondering how much he should say. )

Yeah, I guess I am. ( He admitted, stilling his hand against the edge of the cart and instead lifting it to motion to Peter carefully. ) You... You look good. ( Not, his thoughts added quickly, that he hadn't in the past. )

[deceitful]

You should get more green, leafy vegetables. [ Peter advised instead of apologising, studying the contents of Stiles's cart once more. ] And maybe some milk. Is your vitamin D intake adequate?

[ Then again, Stiles has always been pale. It was his natural colouring, only Peter had forgotten. He was still lean, still the same height, still high strung, and still poorly dressed. But, well. To expect more would have been ridiculous. It's only been a few years, not two centuries. They're both older, Peter's hair perhaps a touch longer, but no less meticulous. That's all. And the slowly fading scent of panic aside, Stiles seemed to be doing well.

Preening subtly, Peter lets his mouth curl up in a languid smile at Stiles. ] More of that ill disguised attraction. But I suppose I do have more time to take care of myself than the average student.

[ Although did it really count when he solicited the compliment? Oh well. He'll take it.

Putting one hand on the cart, Peter gently rolled it along the aisle, taking Stiles by the elbow along with him. That ought to give Stiles an outlet for his restless energy, enough to trim off the excess so Peter wouldn't have to deal with the entire brunt of it. Besides, didn't he have shopping to finish? ] Walk with me.

[suspectlist]

I don't eat that badly, you know. ( Stiles insisted, batting a few of Peter's own groceries away from some of the healthier items in his cart to try and prove his point. Living with Lydia kept him from being entirely hopeless when it came to taking care of himself, and truthfully, he thought he did a good job of maintaining a balanced diet for the both of them. There was always room for improvement, though, but he didn't bother to say that. )

I'm fine. I take my vitamins every day and all that. Vitamin D included.

( The way Peter smiled reminded Stiles of every boyish thought he'd had about the werewolf, about the time he'd spent trying to come up with some plan to find and keep the other's attention for years to come. Truthfully, he still remembered most of the details of that plan, one that he'd never explained to Scott or even Lydia whenever romance or attraction came up in conversation. He doubted they'd understand, and even worse, he was sure the long standing attraction he had towards Peter would make them worry. Keeping it to himself was better for everyone in the end. )

Yeah, well, it's not like there's a werewolf population here to compete for my attention. ( And even if there was, the experiences he'd had with the others back in Beacon Hills had colored his relationships with them so much that he doubted he'd be able to form the same kind of bonds with anyone here. ) You could have just said thanks.

( There was no resistance was his elbow was grabbed, and they started moving down the aisle. It took a few seconds for him to convince himself to slip his arm out of the hold if only so he could put it on the cart next to Peter's - close enough that the sides of their hands brushed as he spoke. ) Lydia's out of town for the long weekend. We could have lunch, if you're not busy?