The Last Minutes Meme

[galenth_dysley]

the LAST MINUTES meme


Five minutes. That’s the time you have left before the world ends. No matter what you say, no matter what you do, it is of no consequences. Everything will be destroyed in five minutes and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. Why not take advantage of the situation and say what you have always wanted to say, do what you have always dreamt of?

 

• Post with your character. Write their name and serie in the title headline, along with your preferences.

• Respond to other peoples.

• Do you have something to ask them, love to confess, a crime to admit? Nothing matters any more, that’s the perfect moment to say it as you don’t have to fear the consequences. There is no RNG, just play anything you come up with.

• It’s been six minutes. The world still exists. You mean the world isn’t going to end after all? Oh that’s really too bad.

• Optionally play out whatever happens after your characters realize the world is not going to end, and they’ve done or said what they shouldn’t have.

Comments

[the_new_sexy]

Considering you propositioned me on a plane, I'm not terribly surprised. [This is not said to be mean, of course, this is more meant to be "Yes, well, you were obvious and it is obvious" and okay Sherlock is not good at being nice.]

[britta_ftw]

[She looks up at him.] I was joking. That was a joke.

[There's a reason she's called a 'fun vampire' and it doesn't take someone like Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.]

[the_new_sexy]

Was it?

I found it more awkward than funny.

[britta_ftw]

Yeah, and you're such an expert on humour. [This is how they're going to go out; bickering at each other. A fitting end, considering that's how it started.]

[the_new_sexy]

I have been told I'm funny. Though not normally in a positive light.

[britta_ftw]

Yeah, they're being sarcastic.

[the_new_sexy]

[his lips twist up in a smile. He's just realized they really are going to go out arguing, and there's very little he could find more appropriate]

Any regrets you'd like to get off your chest now?

[britta_ftw]

Yeah. I regret that my last meal consisted of tofu, soy, and, and whet grass. If I had like, twenty more minutes, I'd go get a burger with lots of bacon and and -- a chocolate milkshake with whip cream and sprinkles.

[the_new_sexy]

Excellent priorities. [a smirk]

[britta_ftw]

Oh, and what would you do? Just eat something in general? Smoke a cigarette?

[the_new_sexy]

I don't have any regrets.

[This is, in a way, true. He's not capable of feeling regret in most cases, and he simply chalks that up to it just not being part of who he is. Mycroft is the same way. Sherlock has wondered if there is something wrong with them---but he supposes it doesn't matter now.]

[britta_ftw]

You sure? Nothing? Nothing at all?

[Britta shrugs. She guesses that he really doesn't. However...]

I have another one. It's small though. And it's actually doable in the last few minutes we've got.

[And now she's just going to grab him by the lapels of his jacket and tug him down for a kiss.]

[the_new_sexy]

[He does see this coming, of course. A lot of tension, she'd said before, and when the last priorities are coming out, relieving a bit of that tension would be up there for Britta Perry. If it were any other time, he'd have probably pushed her away and tried to reassert some boundaries. They argued and fought and occasionally solved crimes. They did not kiss.

As it is, he doesn't. Not at the end of the world. He can be cruel, but not here. Not to Britta, now. He kisses her back, of course, because an awkward half-kiss would be rude, presumably.

And, yes, Britta isn't a half bad kisser.]

[britta_ftw]

[Half-bad? She dares say she's more less than half-bad. In fact, she's gotten above average on her kissing. If her kissing was graded, she'd be getting As, yo.

And because it's the end of the world, maybe she gets into it more than she should, by threading some fingers through his black curls and letting out soft groans. All during this, of course, she's mentally counting down to the end, but it doesn't happen.

The end was supposed to happen -- oh -- about a minute ago and is the destroyer of the world's watch behind a minute or something or is the world really not ending?

She pulls away from the kiss, from Sherlock entirely to turn around and yell to the heavens:]

That's cool. Didn't want the world to end anyways. Nu-uh. Not at all. FUCK!

[Mustering up enough dignity that she can, Britta turns away from Sherlock to massage her temple.]

[the_new_sexy]

[This is all right. He's actually thinking that, of all the ways to go out, this is probably one of the better options. He raises his fingertips to the pulsepoint behind her ear to count the speed of her pulse.

The world is ending. They are kissing. He shouldn't be too terribly surprised if it's elevated.

And then...nothing. No explosion. No meteor shower. The sky isn't even red anymore. But---what about---even Sherlock was convinced it was all over.]

[He clears his throat] Dinner?

[britta_ftw]

[Britta sighs, wiping a loose tear from the corner of her eye, before slowly turning back to Sherlock.]

Yeah, sure. Why not?