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Rain Meme

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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[ Wet. It's wet, and the rain's coming down in sheets, licking at his face despite the roll of newspaper print serving as his last defense against the elements. (A run for its money, too. Ten-gil print like this? Lasted about as long as its shelf life of two days, did just as well as tissue paper in sucking in the dampness, leaving mold to fester in the pages between. Drenched.) The sickness of an early-onset cold's starting to catch onto him, but he'd dodged it so far, trundling past the downpour threatening to drag his ankles down to an early grave under all that slush. Thunder curbs the lightning, leaves the air singed and just that side of raw, which might be the largest deterrent to the chill staking its hold on him. It's not the cold that leaves him susceptible upon entering the drugstore, but the shrouding, low-hanging clouds of it. Fog on skin, curving to fit.

Disgruntlement like this would take a lesser man and break him at the loose seams, but Gladio isn't all that disadvantaged for it. Two, then three novels tucked into his jacket after he's foisted the money over to the cashier. No helping his wilted newspaper that didn't survive the one-way trip though, carelessly flung aside.

Braving the elements takes the sacrifice of either his hair or his good health, but he doesn't have another cent on him for an umbrella, so he's considering the jaunt (stick to street corners, duck under overhangs, hop over the egregious offense of puddles and hope he doesn't go skidding into traffic), and he tosses his gaze sidelong to the guy biding his time with a magazine beneath the storefront sign. Nothing about the guy smacks of familiarity, but it's a very near thing (maybe he's seen him around?), while Gladio makes a half-assed go at deciphering the cover. ]

Planning to wait it out?

[ You know, the whole loitering beneath the protruding sign for shade that raindrops can't reach, looking for all the world like a rat wishing to escape its drowning. Gladio has no doubts as far as his own soggy state of affairs goes — feet squelching in sneakers, positively dripping — and venturing out into the inhospitality of the storming city for a couple of books. He's done worse. ]

[ But everything tastes like blood anyway, so... :3 ]

It's not a lie. [ Velvet glanced down at the witch, giving another light push. ] There's something therapeutic to it - you should try it sometime. Anyway, thanks but no thanks. I don't trust you anywhere near food.

[ That or she'll watch Magilou LIKE A HAWK. ]

[Frank can't help but note the blood rolling off her hands and naturally is curious about what she can do and why, but this is most definitely not the time or place to ask. Hell, he may not see her again after tonight for all he knows, even if he'll try to help as much as he can.

He unlocks the doors of his car but before getting into the front, Frank opens up the trunk full of an organized mess of weapons and other hardware. He then removes his coat and vest to tuck away in favor of grabbing a regular, dark hoodie instead. He can't be the Punisher when he's out in public, obviously. But the girl has no idea who he is just as Frank has no idea where she came from.

He zips up before sitting in the driver's seat, soaked but uncaring as he drips all over the interior.] Alright, kiddo. Put on your seat belt.

[ Cigarettes have never really been a thing for him but Ben enjoys the occasional one. This one certainly gives an atmosphere to the night: rain pouring down outside the awning, the sound almost muted, and the light from the various signs and streetlights refracting around them.

He takes a cigarette, passes the pack back, and leans forward to light his own stick on that bright flame. ]

Neither. Just a walk. [ Writer's block, his worst enemy, has come to visit; a walk to escape his head felt like the right idea. ]

[ in a city, scents so often end up muddled together that standing close to someone who doesn't smell of incompatible perfumes and hair products and the atmosphere itself is rather pleasant. definitely unexpected. her scent, layered with a perfume compatible to her, makes his nose twitch and sparks some instinctive reaction.

there is something distinctly not quite human about her.

ben is always warm, himself. there's perhaps a reason behind it but he's never paid that much attention. even in the downpour, he's warm; never enough to overheat, just enough to make the chill abate slightly. and beneath the aftershave (penhaligon's endymion, that day), he smells like the forest, woodsy and dark.

the conversation is right there. he's not eavesdropping so much as he is forced to listen and while there's little actual explanation, he can piece together enough to interrupt - ]

What is it you're in town for? I can point you in the right direction.

[ can't offer a ride, he's left without a car in the city, but there's rarely been a need for one. still, he can arrange something, figure out the right hotel for the lady, at least. ]

[Curses, foiled again!]

Hmph, you know I could make some amazing snacks if you gave me the chance. But I guess that's your loss. [Okay, it'd all just be called "Black Stuff" and "Charcoal Biscuits", but still... She kicks her legs out again, trying to go just a little higher.] Thing is, chores and studying and all that responsible stuff? That was pretty much my whole life with Melchior. I think he said it would build character? Pretty silly if you ask me.

[...are you saying you don't watch her like that all the time? Oh ho ho... a foolish mistake!]

[ Is tasting charcoal better or worse than tasting blood? ]

Well, it's not like anyone expects you to be tidy. It's something I've always enjoyed. [ She gave a firmer push to help swing Magilou higher. ]

Well, it teaches you to learn how to clean up after yourself and not live in squalor and filth. That's not silly.

[ ...OHNO I HAVE FALLEN INTO A TRAP ]

[It's clear when she hops into the car, she doesn't particularly have a good grasp on manners or personal belongings; she's looking around the area for anything of interest, trying to pop open his dash console, look on the seats, around the back. Whatever might catch her attention, you know. But his comment leaves her giving skeptical pause.]

.....

[Laura raises an eyebrow at him. Sorry, did you say seatbelt?

No hablo seatbelt. Danger zone, that's me.]

[Lookie here, Frank was a dad and he isn't moving this vehicle until you put on that seatbelt, missy.

Or something like that.

He gives her a look in response, eyebrows rising, before he just leans over to do it for her, if she'll allow.] It's important.

... Oh. Um.

( There's evidently something more than the element of surprise in her voice, but she tries to sort of... Grasp the situation. It isn't as if she's not surrounded by odd circumstances, so this could really mean nothing.

She idly scratches her ankle, fingertips tugging at the pulled tissue of one of her scars. )

It sounds like you just had a rough day. I mean.. I'm sure once you rest, you'll remember how you got here, right?

[...well, the blood might be an improvement, to be honest.]

That's the advantage in bouncing from inn to inn. There's someone else to clean up the squalor and filth for me. And I don't just mean the crazy person who decides to do that on her own. But surely there has to be something other than cooking and cleaning that you enjoy? I'm a bit worried for you.

[MAGIKAZAM!]

Furiosa is not haunted by Angharad in quite so concrete a way as Max is, but not a day goes by she doesn't regret losing her, and remember her words. It wasn't Angharad alone that convinced her to make a break for it, to steal the Wives (because it was stealing at the time, even if she came to think of it as rescuing later, when she started to remember people aren't things), to seek her own redemption, but she was the spark that set the blaze. And Furiosa failed her, but she's done her damnedest to make up for it with the rest of them, and to remember.

Now that she's closer to him, she gets a look at that scarf, and then the shape of his face under the longer hair. Her entire demeanor shifts, the military straightness of her spine relaxing, shoulders dropping. She pulls the goggles off to stare at him, and then she breaks into a smile, small and fleeting as all her smiles are, but utterly genuine.

"Fool," she says, and takes a few steps closer, arms at her sides. She's not reckless enough to come in close without a clearer signal of his intentions, whether he knows her, whether he cares to know her again...but she's convinced he's not about to shoot her, so she draws no weapon.

And she remembers his name. She heard it and remembers, just as clearly as she remembers the feel of his hand cradling the back of her head, or the scent of his jacket as she huddled against him on the last leg of their race home. It's just that he was so reluctant to give it, until he thought she was as good as dead...it seems like a word not to utter lightly.

"Wasn't sure I'd ever see you again. Well met." Even in the rain.

[He blinked several times, taking another sip of his tea.]

Er, yeah. Of course. That usually happens.

[Except when it doesn't.]

It seems to be letting up a bit. [He said, indicating the outside.] I don't want to be a bother...

[She flinches back, her hand snapping forward to grab his wrist; despite her size, her strength is easily that of a grown man, it seems; her eyes shoot from his hand to his face — her eyes are dark and rounded, but she relaxes quickly when she realizes what he was actually moving to do. Alright. So he wasn't trying to hurt her. She files that away for now.

Instead she lets go of him, moving to pull the seatbelt on awkwardly, pulling her backpack into her lap.

... There. Are you happy?]

Not everyone who works at the Inns cleans sufficiently. If I can still see filth on the dresser and windows, I can't be happy with leaving it be.

[ Plus cleaning helps her stop thinking a little when she can focus on other things. ]

Worry more about yourself.

[ Still, she sidles to the side a little in order to sit on the swing next to Magilou's, giving her a push now and then. Happy now? ]

You're a text book example of a neat freak, you know that, right? Do you put on a white glove to check for any signs of dirt the second you check in?

[She says it with a smirk, and every so often she returns the favor by pushing Velvet in return. Yes, she's happy-ish.]

Oh, trust me I've been worrying about myself for quite a while now, so that's not a problem. But I've got to worry about you as well. There's our bet to see to, after all. And who else is going to give me material this good for stories?

I do, actually. It's the only way to tell. [ Said with a complete deadpan of srs busness. She doesn't mess around with dirt and disgusting things. ]

Well, you don't have to worry about me, I can take care of myself. [ Apparently that's enough frivolous swinging, as she slowed herself and stood. ]

I'm not the one that was hiding under a slide trying not to get rained on.

And as of yet, all she'd been doing was touching him gently, exploring him in a way that he'd never allowed anyone the opportunity to before. Imagine what noises he would make once they started kissing with real passion. Imagine what noises he'd make when they -

Jyn leaned into his touch, and Cassian could hardly control the hammering of his heart. Funny, that when he was on the operating end of a sniper rifle, he could block everything out, focus on the target, match his breath to the slowed down beating of his heart, and ... take the shot.

But with Jyn, everything was chaotic, and he hardly knew what to focus on first. She nodded her understanding, though, and that was a good first step. He slowed. He breathed. One thing at a time. Cassian gently traced along the lush line of Jyn's bottom lip with just the tip of his thumb, marveling at how soft her skin was under his finger. She had scars, he knew, underneath her clothing, the same as him, but he'd treat every inch of her just as tenderly, given the chance, take his time and make her feel as truly wanted as he wanted her - with every fiber of his being.

Never, ever would he make her feel as though she was not worth every bit of time and attention he could offer her.

( of course she's looking out for him — for all he's protecting her from anything that might come her way, she's doing every bit of the same for him, even if it's in a manner that he isn't quite aware of just yet.

she's always been looking out for him, whether he realizes it or not.

he can only smile at her suggestion, following in close behind as he catches sight of the booth in the corner; of course it's meant for them and only them, and as he slides down into it, he doesn't keep himself from tugging her in next to him, one arm sliding around her much-smaller frame as easily as anything else. )

I already like it, 'cause you do. ( SNOW FOR FUCK'S SAKE COULD YOU BE MORE EMBARRASSING. )

[You know the looks of horror Magilou has never shown, no matter how dire the circumstances? That's what she's giving you now, Velvet.]

[She could probably point out a few examples of why that's not the case, but she doesn't persist. Velvet's standing up felt like a bit of a sign. On the one hand, she's a little upset that she's already given up. On the other? She's a little impressed it lasted as long as it did.]

I wasn't hiding. I was merely waiting for the rain to stop. There's a big difference.

She watched him as he traced her bottom lip, wondering what he was thinking (and what, exactly, he saw in her). But she pushed those doubts away and took off the vest she had been wearing instead, tossing it over the edge of the bed somewhere without a glance. Suddenly her clothes felt too hot - too constricting - to her. She wondered if Cassian felt the same - if the idea of them not wearing any clothes seemed like a better idea than keeping them on.

She leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, rubbing her cheek against the stubble on his jaw after. Everything felt so real - heightened beyond what she considered normal. She could feel his breath against her ear - could feel his thigh pressed against her as they inched closer and closer to each other.

[ She totally isn't amused by that reaction. Since she's just giving Magilou her usual deadpan stares in response. ]

Right. Well, it's stopped. You'd better get going before it starts up again. [ She was going to do the same. ....and get more cold ingredients just in case a certain witch DID get sick. ]

[At least she's used to that one by now.]

I guess you're right. And I suppose there are other ways to amuse myself. [She rubbed her chin.] You'd be amazed by how many things you can dare Dyle to eat if you offer enough gald...

[ he'll learn eventually. serah is patient enough for that. for now, she might just have to be satisfied with complete adoration on his part.

as she's pulled into the booth, she sweeps a hand beneath her skirt to straighten it before taking her seat right next to him, exactly where she should be instead of sitting across from him. it doesn't take very long to begin to warm up as the arm around her shoulder does the trick. her arms, naturally, remain around him and she finds that she isn't all too interested in looking at the menu just yet. this is preferable to anything else right now.

maybe they are just the type of people to never leave the newlywed stage of their relationship ... even if they aren't ...
married. yet.

in the back of her mind, she can picture lightning rolling her eyes at their shenanigans. out of fondness, serah insists, in her own way. ] You think highly of my restaurant choices, Snow. [ she chuckles, lifting her head to kiss him, a light and mostly respectable press of her lips against his. ]

[ When Nyx steps out, it's with an awareness of the weather and how bad it's supposed to get. He leaves with every intention of returning home before the light shower he departs in shifts to something worse, grey clouds darkening in a way that makes it seem like night. He intends to be home so he can see that through a window rather than out above him as he ducks for cover.

So much for that plan.

Running into friends slows him and by the time he reaches the store, the weather is already far worse than he was planning for. No umbrella, no coat, no protection at all — it makes for a very wet trip that he doesn't want to take.

He doesn't purchase much, opting for a couple of necessities and a single magazine meant to help keep him dry should he try to make a run for it. But exiting the building greets him with even worse weather than before he entered and leads him to simply remain under the bit of cover he has, lazily turning to the magazine for the sake of passing time while he listens to the rain come down.

Nyx only casts sidelong glances at the few people who come and go while he's standing there. And he doesn't properly look up until he hears the question, his attention lifting so he can offer a slight grin to his soaked companion. ]

Doubt I can manage it at this rate, but I was hoping it'd die down. You must've been desperate to come out in this.

[ He doesn't actually see a bag, but a lot of things can fit into pockets. It's hard to imagine what could be important enough to brave the weather for, but Nyx doesn't ask. ]

Think the owner would give us a discount on an umbrella?

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but was i today .....

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you got pretty close to that 75% ngl

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