Rain Meme

[justformemes]

Caught in the rain

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.


i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck.
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention.
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it.


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singing. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO, RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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[shoplifter]

[......... You're not so bad, maybe.

Her lips twitch, but she forces back her humor.]

What kind of food is it?

Greasy diner food?

[rebellionbuilt]

Cassian couldn't keep from smiling all the wider - a gesture that he wasn't used to sharing with anyone, not like this, not so real, and genuine and happy. "It's alright", he murmured, gentle as he squeezed her hand reassuringly, certain that he'd always want some level of physical contact like this, now that he's experienced how comforting and comfortable and easy it was to share with Jyn.

It was probably a good thing to take a breath, to regain some lost composure, to really appreciate what it was that they were doing, and what it all meant. And being close, in whatever capacity, pleased him just as much as the kissing had. This woman - he'd never be able to get enough.

Maybe it wasn't love, not yet, but it could be, and for the moment, that was enough.

[boogiedown]

Huh? Oh, okay?

[The logical question - why - doesn't even cross Minami's mind. Which is a weird amount of trust, maybe, but he's really more concerned about the cake.

He swipes another bite of the torte before Yuri completely demolishes it.]

[witchymood]

[It's amazing how quickly the world around her went from a dull, rainy landscape to just a lot of blurry gray lines. As it picks up speed, Magilou finds herself unable to say anything, between screaming and not trying not to get sick.]

[If that's the case, Velvet might just be immortal.]

[The only hope? A terrified voice that's... still coming from under the playground equipment turned Spinny Wheel of Death.] Miss Magilou, please stooooop! BIEEEEEEN! I'm too scared to move!

[Oops. Magilou knew she forgot something...]

[kyberheart]

It wasn't love - not yet - but there was so much potential. Jyn was doing something she rarely did - hope.

She looked at him - looked into his eyes - knowing how much raw emotion was visible in hers because she no longer felt like she needed to hide her true self away. Her mouth opened slightly - she wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure what.

Instead, she reached over and rubbed his fingers against his jaw, feeling and enjoying the stubble there.

[rebellionbuilt]

Funny, that. The times in which Cassian felt the most hopeful were with Jyn. If that wasn't a sign, he didn't know what would be.

To say that Cassian Andor was guarded was the understatement of the century. But with Jyn, it was easier than he ever could have anticipated to let those walls come down, and to allow her to see everything that he was feeling, too. This felt ... momentous. But even so, he hardly knew what to say.

At least it was easy to enjoy the feel of her fingers as she gently touched his face. Had he ever been treated so tenderly before? Probably not - but he knew that he could grow to crave it with everything that he was.

He'd let her take all the time she wanted in order to explore as much of him as she wanted. He hoped he'd be able to give her that much. "Feels good", he managed, his voice ragged. "Your hands - they feel good."

[kyberheart]

They hadn't really touched much when they were in the medbay together - sometimes she would hold his hand for a moment (when he was asleep), or she would squeeze his wrist (when he was awake), but the only time they had really spent any amount of time touching each other had been on Scarif, when they embraced on the beach, not quite ready for death. But now it felt like they each had free range - as much free range as they were both comfortable with at least.

So her fingers rubbed against his jaw, her thumb across his cheek bone, before it traveled to his collar bone. She looked at his Adam's apple and then at the collar of his shirt. He was wearing a jacket - the nice one she liked. It was undone all the way and he was wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath. Part of her wanted to take those off of him. Her, not him. She wanted to undress him.

[aspurrations]

[They're now following each other on Twitter and Minami now has a cat game downloaded (Neko Atsume) before it's grumpily handed back like it's no big deal. Then, as he stares down at the torte and recognizes WAR:] We should've gotten two tortes.

[Fact.]

[rebellionbuilt]

If they had, Cassian didn't remember. He'd been so out of it for the majority of the time spent recovering that anything could have happened and he wouldn't have any knowledge of it. Jyn had bee there, and she was going to be okay, and that was really all that mattered to him. For better or for worse, though, the memory of Scarif would forever be burned into his memory. This was, thankfully, nothing like that.

Although his fingers practically itched to touch Jyn, too, he hadn't been given permission, and he wasn't going to take it upon himself to do anything that she didn't explicitly want him to do. So, he sat quietly, and he allowed her to take control completely. And every touch of her fingers, no matter how soft or how gentle made the very blood in his veins feel like fire.

He sighed heavily, and barely suppressed the urge to shiver, and waited.

[prettyawkward]

[Well, now he felt sheepish. He just sort of shrugged.]

I don't know. All I remember is you coming to me in the rain. Before that, not much. So I'm not sure what I was supposed to do in this area. maybe I wasn't supposed to do anything. Maybe I just...popped in.

[kyberheart]

She knew the reason that he wasn't touching her in the same way that she was touching him was because she hadn't given him permission. She was grateful for it especially when she was so use to men acting as though she was something to be owned and taken.

Slipping her hands underneath the shoulders of his jacket, she pushed them off and down his arms - she was gentle since she wasn't sure what his back was capable of yet.

Jyn had been looking at his neck, but when she did this she looked up into his eyes as if she was checking that it was okay for her to do so - touching was one thing, but taking off articles of clothing was different.

[consumingclaw]

[ Now maybe she'll know better than to complain! ...nah, Magilou enjoyed poking Velvet too much. Wait, weren't daemon's already immortal? Hrm... well either way. When she hears Bienfu's terrified wailing, Velvet seemed to take pity - she'd forgotten he was under there too, honestly.

She studies the carousel of doom for a moment, and suddenly reached out, grabbing hold of the pole and jumping on herself with one foot, the other starting to dig into the ground to act as a brake. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..! Still it does take a few minutes before it slows enough for Bienfu and Magilou to safely get collapse that is off. If Velvet was dizzy herself, she isn't admitting it. Instead she let out a slow sigh, putting her hands on her hips. ]

Well. Have fun?

[ No. Shame. Ever. ]

[boogiedown]

[Minami is going to get ALL THE CATS.]

We can next time!

[Look how sneaky he is. Master of stealth. Also he is SO grabbing the last bit unless Yuri's fast enough - ]

[rebellionbuilt]

Cassian didn't want to own Jyn. He certainly didn't believe that he had any right to take anything from her. And, truth be told, he was enjoying offering himself to the mercy of her slow, gentle ministrations.

It wasn't often that anyone had been gentle with him.

It was easy enough to slip out of the jacket once it was pushed off of his shoulders, mostly careful as he set it behind him, rather than just dropping it where they sat. Cassian didn't know what was going to happen next, but that hardly mattered. The only thing he could concentrate on was Jyn.

And when she met his eyes, asked that silent question, all he could do was nod his agreement, his mouth too dry to form any words. Yes. Whatever she wanted from him, yes. Whatever she needed, yes. Yes. Always yes.

[kyberheart]

Jyn didn't know what was going to happen next either. She was playing it by ear, seeing what she and he liked and what they didn't. What she liked was stripping away his layers - both his clothing and his self. She couldn't help the grin on her face when he nodded, feeling giddy and silly all at the same time. She shook her head laughing, never realizing before that she could have something like this with someone - that they were both equal parts.

Her laughter slowly died, but a small smile was still evident on her face. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest. She never broke eye contact as she did this. "You can touch me," she said, finally. "Just - just don't go so fast." This was something to be savored - not rushed through.

[thegoodbad]

[So she does smile. That's good. The few words are better than none and Frank just takes that as a good sign. It's been a while since he's really interacted with any child.]

You know... burgers, fried chicken, all the bad things you shouldn't be eating. [But will, of course, like everyone else.] Or... you can have breakfast. Pancakes and waffles. Whatever you want.

[witchymood]

[But... that's sort of like asking Eleanor to unleash a thirty second cloud of profanity, or Rokurou being a secret gardening enthusiast. It's not outside the realm of possibility, but you'd be really shocked if it happened. But it was almost as if the constant needling gave Magilou a strange sort of energy. Was this... a sign of their friendship, deep down?]

[If that was the case, however, it was being severely tested at the moment. The sudden stop hadn't helped with Magilou's gurgling stomach and increasing dizziness. The result? Collapse didn't quite do it justice, as Magilou fell into an undignified heap on the ground a few feet away from the merry go round. Bienfu scampered out, away from them both until he found a decent hiding place under the monkey bars a short distance away. Magilou took a few seconds to compose herself before she turned back and glared at Velvet over her shoulder.]

No, and I hope you're happy! You've ruined a good childhood dream today!

[You're the worst, Velvet. Officially.]

[shoplifter]

[She's not really sure what fried chicken is — pancakes and waffles, either. She's kidnapped burgers off of people's tables at fast food places, when they step away. Only after she investigates the kid's play places, of course. She puts her hands out a little to let the rain start to wash the blood off her knuckles. Her blood. She's used to seeing it.

She considers the offer, and then nods.

All right. Greasy diner food. Pancakes. Whatever those are.]

[consumingclaw]

[ Could be! ... which means Velvet now has to make it right because she does..kind of ..genuinly feel a bit bad maybe. Kinda. Not that she's going to say she's sorry. Yet. Maybe. Instead she mutters something under her breath, stepping over to Magilou to grab her by the arm. Don't make her pick you up like a kitten. ]

Come here.

[ Over to the swings and park your butt. Velvet's going to be nice one time only and NOT shove you off the swing or push it really hard. She'll push them normally instead. So Magilou can actually enjoy herself. SHOCK. ]

[rebellionbuilt]

They'd find out as they went along. If there was anything that pair of them were good at, it was that, and adapting quickly to whatever came their way. What Cassian liked was trusting Jyn enough to give up complete control to her, something he'd never allowed anyone else before. She grinned, and he was certain all over again that he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. There was no helping the way he smiled in return.

Jyn was radiant when she laughed. And Cassian made the mental promise to do all the he could in order to see it all the more often.

When he finally found his voice again, it was a little rough, a little more ragged than usual, but not without the utmost respect for the gift she was giving him. "Just tell me - ", he started, lifting a hand to cup her cheek, to feel the softness of her skin underneath his palm and fingertips. "If you need me to slow down. Or to stop."

[kyberheart]

She liked how rough and ragged his voice sounded - it was definitely made better by the fact that she knew she was the cause of it - that she could elicit that kind of reaction from someone - from Cassian.

She leaned her face into his hand, loving the feeling of his calluses against her skin. Her eyes met his again and she nodded. Part of the reason she wanted him to go slow was so that they could savor this, but also because she was afraid to rush into things. She'd never really known was a gentle touch was when it came to such intimate things - her experience consisted of rushed through, quick moments of instant gratification. It always made her feel empty inside. She didn't want to feel that way again.

[witchymood]

[She was mostly joking, but there was that one tiny little part of her that did want just a little taste of what she'd missed out on growing up. Nonetheless, she was shocked and maybe even a little scared when Velvet latched onto her arm. Had she finally pushed her luck too far? No, no... she'd done far worse.]

[Still, she didn't expect... this. She did her best to remain stoic, but it was really hard to keep from kicking her legs out and... wait, was that a smile?]

[She might have to rethink that "worst" assessment now.]

[consumingclaw]

[ Yeah well. She didn't want Magilou spiking her drinks or anything. Not that she trusted her to drink anything around the witch anyhow. And also, she didn't eat or drink. She doesn't torture Magilou anymore at any rate, and she doesn't offer any apology - her actions were enough right? She just keeps on pushing Magilou, each time a little higher - but not too high! ]

[ Yeah that's right she will. ]

[dysmania]

( she could ask him to ask angharad - he hears her too. fragile whispers, stern and reassuring. not even angry at him. it doesn't heal the sting, but it is something.

maybe getting closer to redemption made ghosts kinder. or maybe she outshone them.

he hums a wordless sound to himself as she draws in. he recognizes, yes, but isn't quite sure how to process it. his mind flickers, caught on the hook of her voice, memory. he does not answer her; just studies her at the distance, the new arm, the bike. he still wears the scarf he received when they nearly parted ways at the salt. it has gone gray from overwear, sweat and sun. he pushes it down with a hand, spit-wet scrap of leather in the other. his hair is grown out a bit, but he's still recognizable. still max. a few more months, give or take, and that might be lost to the waste again.

it is good they see each other now, before that happens. that they should ever stumble on one other at all.

she looks well.

he should probably say something before they end up in another scrap where she kicks the shit out of him. )

Bad timing.

( what with the rain, pounding and ugly. it's a rasped reply, audible, but just barely. he doesn't talk to himself, much. has plenty others to talk at him. )

[witchymood]

[She wouldn't have spiked her drink with anything! ...maybe poured in a lot of lemon juice to make it really sour, but she wouldn't intentionally try to cause harm. Actually that lemon juice idea is a winner, hmmmm.... She just enjoys the moment a little while longer. Feeling the wind whip through her hair, the ground sliding past under her... it lets her think about what might've been.]

You realize at some point I'm going to have to help you with something you enjoy, right? [She glanced back over her shoulder, her playful smirk back in place.] And you'd better not lie and say you love doing chores.