Rain Meme

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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.

Comments

mark twain | bungou stray dogs | ota

[gunpowders]

[himoji]

[ he's perfectly aware of twain getting wet under the rain like a dog. he has, after all, a splendid, direct view of him making a fool of himself from the opposite side of the street. twain probably didn't even think of bringing an umbrella to the scouting mission despite all the warnings of the downpour in the news. hawthorne was, of course, aware from the start, therefore he was standing under his own black umbrella, sighing.

twain might be a pain in the neck most of the time, but even hawthorne isn't as heartless as to ignore him when he's in need... probably. so he calls to him, of only to appease his own conscience, in a not-so-loud voice, so god can't really say he didn't at least try to be helpful. ]

What are you doing? You'll catch a cold.

[gunpowders]

Th-The Great Twain would never catch a cold!!

[ there's a telling sniff. yes, he'd completely ignored all forecasts of incoming, inclement weather. his shirt's soaked through (not that it offered much protection to begin with), the hem of his pants stained with mud.

but since someone's finally bothered to pay him attention, twain wanders closer to hawthorne. it's a squishy, soggy sort of endeavor. then he bows forward, straightening suddenly to flip his wet hair back and out of his eyes, heedless of the wayward droplets of water sent his colleague's way. ]

It's more fun like this! [ was fun. there's a realization that it could be fun again if another were to join him, probably. hence, vaguely: ] C-C'mon, Hawthorne...

[himoji]

[ just where, exactly, is the fun in getting rained on? for a kid, he could understand. the world is vast and new and ready to be explored and discovered, but for an (alleged) adult such as twain, this weather should make no difference. hawthorne scoffs. he knows the answer to his own question already. twain is a brat deep inside, and he will apparently always be one. ]

You're sniffling. [ he offers him a dry handkerchief, meant for his nose, although as it is it probably makes no difference. ] No one will take care of you if you end up sick. We should take shelter elsewhere.

[gunpowders]

No one—?

[ no way... whether that be due to the realities of adulthood or the fact no one would be willing, it's a sobering idea all the same. twain accepts the handkerchief, wiping his face off and then openly blowing his nose into it.

with his offer of cavorting about in the puddles refused, he crowds under hawthorne's umbrella and presses on. ]

Fine! Let's go somewhere fun. [ karaoke would be tough with a running nose, so: ] Like an arcade, one with laser tag. Somewhere worthwhile!

[himoji]

[ what. what the hell? the handkerchief gesture took as much kindness as hawthorne could muster, but twain snaking his way under his umbrella? now that's pushing it. he places an arm between them, and presses his palm against twain's soaked shirt, over his chest. ]

You're wet. Step aside. [ in case his order goes ignored as he's sure it will, he takes action first with a step back, moving the umbrella as far away from twain's head as possible, but trying to keep it over himself still. ] If you want to go somewhere worthwhile, there's a church not too far from here.

[ yeah, he knows that offer will be rejected, but he'll say anything to keep him away from both his body and an impending cold. ]

[gunpowders]

Nooo... [ from his tone, it sounds as if the idea is akin to torture. as a church... seems like the opposite of fun.

hawthorne successfully manages to put a reasonable amount of distance between them. not a great amount, as twain still hovers, but enough that he's no longer popping any personal space bubbles. alas, the rain continues to fall. twain drapes the handkerchief over his head and then bounces onto the balls of his feet. ]

How 'bout a movie? Let's go see an action movie!

[himoji]

[ wow, he's going to pretend he's not offended by that strong rejection right there. he curls his fingers and brings his hand to up to stifle a cough, and pointedly looks around the neighborhood. a movie, huh? it's not exactly the kind of thing he's into, but it's almost the same as speed reading a book. not bad. the only downside would be twain's company, though. ]

I don't suppose they'll let you in while soaked, but... [ he takes a good look at him again, frowning. ] We could go get you an umbrella.

[gunpowders]

[ oh my god... that sounds suspiciously like Not Rejection. it takes a bit to translate that, but as far as twain's concerned— it's enthusiastic agreement. loudly, so that the rest of street might hear over the pelt of rain: ]

Yahooooooo!!

[ he even tosses his hands into the air. ]

Like they could keep me out... Fufufu. [ lowering a hand, he points with a flourish in a random direction, already beginning to stride forward. he can agree to getting an umbrella. could they agree on a movie, is the eventual question. ] To the nearest convenience store!!

[himoji]

[ jfc that was a reaction far more enthusiastic than anticipated. hawthorne growls, immediately reaching to cover twain's mouth, but by then twain seems to have moved on, and is now talking to himself— or so hawthorne assumes, because like hell he wants to be involved in whatever he's "fufufu"-ing about. ]

Don't get too excited. I make no promises.

[ he's already offering to buy him something, anyway. all in hopes of karma repaying him and making the rain stop, effectively stopping their, uh... whatever this is. not a date. his babysitting endeavor? yeah, that.

he starts walking soon in whatever direction twain is headed to under the impression he knows where he's going, but because he doesn't fully trust him with anything, he has to make sure. sorry, kid. better safe than sorry. wouldn't want to get stuck together any longer than necessary. ] I take it you know where we could find any nearby?

[gunpowders]

[ he will hold hawthorne to this until the day he dies. hopefully his coworker can envision the petulant but you promisssed!! already. ]

[ and twain's, unfortunately, oblivious to what might have been a successful gesture of shutting him up (as well as any accompanying annoyance)... he splashes through a few puddles, the handkerchief well on its way to being soaked through. ]

Nope! [ unabashedly. ] But it's a convenience store! This country has 'em everywhere. How far could it be?!

[himoji]

[ does he regret calling twain over? absolutely. but every second he reminds himself he's doing this because he's a good person who does good things and just. breathes. takes a loooong deep breath to calm himself. he takes another look at his now useless handkerchief, and tentatively takes one step closer to twain. ]

That's not the problem. We can share for a moment, as long as you don't touch me.

[ his clothes don't dry that easily, you see. but even he knows not having any sort of contact when sharing an umbrella is nearly impossible. ]

[gunpowders]

[ oh ]

Really?!

[ in a rare display of consideration, twain tugs the handkerchief off and wipes his nose with it one last time. he wads it up and crams it into a pocket, a spring in his step and a wide grin on his face as he moves to huddle under the umbrella with hawthorne. ]

Wow— thanks a whole bunch!

[ woops. their shoulders brushed. ]

[himoji]

I just said don't touch me.

[ but he makes no attempt to move, anyway. he figures that, if twain really does catch a cold, it'll weigh heavy on his conscience from then on. ]

You can keep that handkerchief, too.

[gunpowders]

It's hard!!

[ mindful of his coworker's reminder, twain puts a half inch of space between them. this likely won't last long. ]

Do you want me to hold the umbrella? I could probably do it better.

[himoji]

You're short. It is probably not a good idea.

[ because then he'd have to crouch a bit, or have twain hold it a little higher than he should. actually, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. a little punishment goes a long way in the long run. keeping twain on a leash might be fruitful, too. ]

But if you insist...

[gunpowders]

Short next to a beanpole, maybe!

[ haha get it ]

[ twain will take the umbrella from him, then. he raises it high, gives it flourish of a spin so that rain cascades off. at least for the time-being, they're both adequately covered. ]