comment with your character's name and canon in the subject header. use rng or pick one of the options below for your au scenario.
I. living conditions
01. my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor 02. all our friends are drunk 03. we live in halls opposite one another and i keep seeing you change in the window please close your blinds 04. you’re the RA and you’re trying to bust me for having hermit crabs 05. you’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry 06. clearly we’re both really uncomfortable at this party 07. you peed on my car. you were drunk. I was in the car. there will be hell to pay. 08. my friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me 09. sorry my roommate puked on your shoes 10. my roommate borrowed your contraband hotpot and managed to set it on fire
II. chance meeting
01. it’s pouring and my final paper is in my backpack so I guess we’re stuck under this tiny awning together. do you think they’d deliver pizza here 02. waiting outside for pizza to be delivered but both of ours is super late 03. I know I keep coming to this [cookie/coffee/etc.] shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need this for my sanity 04. I found your USB drive still in the computer (and potentially regret finding out what's on it) 05. you decked me in the head while you were playing frisbee golf 06. your school mailbox is right next to mine 07. what do you mean we’re under a tornado warning?
III. campus community
01. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat 02. it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost 03. we’re the only two people in this club. what is this club even for 04. humans vs zombies, all bets are off, friendships mean nothing 05. I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria 06. we’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances 07. what are you doing at this table at the career fair 08. I saw you sneaking captain crunch and cutlery out of the dining hall 09. my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center 10. we’re both on athletic teams that aren’t as cool as the football team and they give us shit 11. you’re part of the guerrilla theatre club on campus and crashed my class for a performance
IV. credit hour woes
01. hey I have to [photograph/draw blood/film/insert major here] someone for class, will you be my guinea pig 02. we’re the only people who ever talk in discussions it’s awful 03. group project 04. both of us turned up to the wrong room for this lecture and neither of us know where it's supposed to be 05. we’re both donating blood in the blood donation van in the quad to get out of the same class 06. wait, I actually have a competent lab partner? 07. waiting for office hours 08. we started racing up the three flights of stairs to class for some reason and we can’t stop 09. vicious battle over the only left handed desk in the room
V. limited resources
01. you keep using my preferred shower stall in the floor bathrooms when I’m trying to get ready for class 02. you keep parking in the space outside my student house you absolute asshole 03. you're the only person in the room when i break the printer and i'm panicking (so don't be a dick about it please) 04. neither of us bought the expensive textbook but there is only one copy in the library and it can’t leave the building 05. this awesome professor only has one TA slot and we’re rivals 06. you keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows 07. I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today 08. you’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline 09. we’re always at the fitness center at the same time and end up competing on the treadmill 10. can I borrow a dryer sheet? I ran out and the ones in the vending machine give me a rash
It is not, actually, that unusual for people to see Shaun shouting at something or other. People, usually. Sometimes computers. He does try not to do it in the library or other quiet areas, mostly by not going in them until absolutely necessary, but still -- ever since the end of last year, Shaun being loudly angry at anything in his path hasn't been all that unusual. He's pretty sure they're considering kicking him out for it by now, even if they do claim to understand the circumstances.
The circumstances, of course, being the rapid and unexpectedly illness that struck his sister, Georgia, last fall, and her death shortly afterward. Shaun had disappeared for the rest of the semester, and only really come back because it was the easiest way to get away from his parents, and because he's really not sure what else he's supposed to spend his days doing.
So really, Shaun yelling at a printer because it's not working should not be much of a surprise, because he spends a lot of his time yelling. And ditching class. And sometimes punching people, especially if they mention George, or the fact that sometimes he talks to nothing out loud.
"Yes, I tried that," he answers the quiet suggestion from Georgia, kicking the machine in frustration and not bothering to lower his voice. He's been alone in here all day anyway, and he hadn't noticed anybody entering while he worked. "Shit!"
Hitting the buttons that hard probably will not actually help, but at least it makes him feel a little better. (As better as he gets, anyway.)
[[Also: Are they British? Are they American? Are they Brits going to school in the US because Thor wanted to get away from family ha ha that sure worked? WHO KNOWS, VAUGENESS IS OUR FRIEND. Probably something like the last one. Because hell if I know how the UK school system works, I barely know the US one.
... I don't know, let me know if it works for you, basically, is what I'm trying to say? Remember that you love me.]]
How many ways does Thor hate shepherding his little prodigy cousin through her first year (oh please let it be just her first year, he's going to end up hitting somebody if he has to do this again next year) of college? The list is never-ending, but somewhere near the top is the fact that the little bastard is so much smarter than him that even if she never purposefully rubs it in his face, she's still always sort of rubbing it in his face. Thor's not, necessarily, an idiot, and he got his scholarship on his own academic merits, not just his physical ones, but that doesn't really change the fact that whenever the topic rolls around to schoolwork, Loki leaves him feeling like one.
Which is to say: Thor has less than ten hours to finish this fucking project, and the numbers are starting to blur together, and he's starting to consider whether being sure he'll pass this class is worth the indignity of asking his 15-year-old cousin to check over his work or not.
It's still a toss-up which way he's going to land when his stomach reminds him that he skipped dinner to stay in the library, and he's starving, and he can decide just how much mortification his grade is worth after he gets food. Loki's probably asleep anyway, he figures as he heads to the kitchen, and he's not willing to wake her up and give her the impression that she can just hang around him all night, so he has until she gets up for morning classes to decide.
...Unless, of course, she's in the kitchen. That would completely mess up his plan, and Thor stops in the doorway, scowling at both the unexpected sight of a very awake teenager and how the smell of baking makes him all that much hungrier.
"Who taught you to make cookies?" he asks before he can think better of it, turn around, and walk away before she sees him.
[[Is up to you if Natasha has gotten dragged into the college part but I'm assuming they're either sharing an apartment or a dorm or something. <3]]
Peggy is not, actually, going to cry with frustration, but she has come admittedly close.
She thought photography might be fun, put alongside her three very dull, very intense classes for her degree this semester. That she'd get to work in the dark room, play around with composition, and get, if not an easy A, than at least an entertaining B. And so far, admittedly, it hasn't been that bad -- the teacher's decent enough, and the first couple of assignment were fairly interesting. But the next assignment requires a human subject, and the classmate Peggy'd made an agreement with -- she'd pose for Peggy's assignment, Peggy would pose for hers -- called off the arrangement at the last minute, and she has no idea where to go instead.
She hasn't made all that many friends at school, none that could shift their schedule for her at the drop of a hat, and any time she could switch for another photo shoot comes after the time she had planned for the dark room. While her schedule certainly isn't as awful as, say, Natasha's was all through high school -- it's a hard act to top and Peggy's been careful to make certain neither of them end up quite that sleep-deprived ever again -- it is very carefully planned, and this week in particular work hasn't left her with much wiggle room.
She's scribbling numbers on a scrap paper, calculating exactly what percentage of her grade this assignment is worth and how hard it will be to keep a passing grade if she just doesn't put it in, when the key in the lock startles her.
Even as frustrated as she is, it's with a smile that she looks up at the door. "I didn't expect you home for a while yet," she admits, glancing at her phone. "Did you get off early, or did I completely lose track of your schedule?"
Will is probably not expecting somebody to come shooting out of the nearby stacks at fuck-o-clock in the morning, not stopping at his table so much as banging straight into his table and staring at him wide-eyed. To be fair, though, Bev did not expect to be doing anything like it. She figured she'd have one more late-night study session with two days left to go before midterms, go home, and get some well-earned sleep.
Instead she is running around the library at a time closer to morning than night -- she's not even sure what time it is and fuck she left her phone on the table, and her purse, but that's kind of a secondary concern right now. The first comes blurting out of her mouth before she even really registers anything about the person sitting at the table, except that they are there and do not look like anything but a person.
"Holy shit, dude, I swear I'm not crazy but I think I just saw a ghost?"
[ It's been six hours, and Iris has yet to get that text to go ahead and come back to her shared dorm. At first, hanging with Lois had been business as usual: finish their readings, pitch ideas for tomorrow's paper, and maybe marathon a couple of shows. But this waiting for her room (and her bed), frankly, is getting ridiculous, and Iris can't help curling around one of Lois's pillows and sighing a little too dramatically... ]
Hey, so... [ Iris glances up at Lois, ] My roommate hasn't texted me back yet. If she doesn't in the next hour, I can just head out and camp out in the newspaper room.
[ Because, sadly, this isn't exactly the first time she's been exiled from her room overnight. ]
[he's in the anime club and a film major, if he isn't on academic probation. or..... if he's actually... still enrolled at all... is he just here to sell weed and watch evangelion? WHO IS HE???]
[HE'S THE BEST FRIEND OF THIS ASSHOLE, THAT'S WHO!!!! they're probably roommates in some dorm at this point which actually somehow works out really well for some reason because Newt is definitely younger than Travis lmao mr went to college at like age fuckin 14 so he's probably on his third or fourth doctorate now so at least he's 18 so that's a plus because hey all of these leftover young!Newt icons that DW has seen fit to stick me with out of the 100s of icons that I have are finally actually relevant. Their dorm room is probably an unholy mess of half-finished science experiments, rock band posters, anime posters, at least two guitars and a keyboard, and Travis's beginning figurine collection. It works so well because the only time they're probably there together is occasionally on weekends and from like 3am in the morning to 10am in the morning when Newt manages to drag his ass out of the lab and during that time sometimes they sleep but most of the time they probably watch anime, smoke weed, play video games and talk about absolutely nothing and don't sleep at all to the despair of their neighbors even though they should. Because hell yeah young adulthood when your body isn't falling apart and you need sleep all the time.
Despite their odd hours, Travis will have actually noticed something interesting in the last couple of months. Newt's started getting letters. Actual, physical letters. Like old people used to write. And he's seemed kinda distracted by them, to the point where he was only half paying attention during an episode backlog of Naruto last night, which is so unlike him because he's usually screaming at the screen and criticizing the characters.
Which brings us to the next day, today, where Travis, in a sudden fit of actual minor responsibility spurred on by intense curiosity, found a letter addressed to one Dr. Newton Geiszler in rather nice penmanship from some guy in England sitting in their mailbox. What he did with it...well, that remains to be seen, as Newt's just getting back to the dorm at an early 11:59pm, shoving the door open unceremoniously with his shoulder as he gets it unlocked, half stumbling over himself, already talking because he's Newt, of course he is]
Hey, man, I hope you're hungry and not jerking off right now because one: we talked about putting a sock on the door and there wasn't one and two: I totally brought us some Doritos locos tacos.
[at which point, Newt's going to let the door swing shut behind him as he proudly holds up the large Taco Bell bag like some sort of trophy, grinning like the lunatic all his supervisors and TAs think he is.]
It's a university policy, at Takodana, but that doesn't preclude them from occupying the apartment buildings that are directly behind the Niima dorms. That's the choice Ben Solo made when he'd returned for his doctorate. In part due to the fact that it was close enough to his classes to be functionally the same.
And in part because he could not tolerate the idea of having to occupy the same space as his mother when the first question out of her mouth every day was whether or not he'd reached out to his father yet.
He had a pretty good set-up. A corner unit, two windows in the living room, plenty of light. It helped him feel like less of a hermit, and it kept parties to one wall. There's just one problem.
The desk he has propped against one of those windows, the desk where he works on his philosophy dissertation, looks directly out on Niima dorms. One window in particular. The end of the third floor. And in that window, every day in the flat middle of his work time, a brunette he's never met comes home from work, sheds her greasy blue jumpsuit, and walks naked into her bathroom.
Every weekday, at least.
It's not until Hux is over to witness this, and comment on it with a sort of greasy presumption, that Ben decides to overcome his social anxiety and head over. He's wearing the sweatshirt from his undergrad like an asshole — Coruscant was a prestigious university where he'd first met Hux, his roommate at hte time, and it was the rival school to Takodana. But he only realizes that when he's slipping in behind some girl who's on her way to get a smoothie and is kind enough to keep the door propped for him.
The only reason the pizza guy heading to the third floor doesn't wait for the next elevator, Ben's sure, is because he's got 'that school shooter look.' Hux's words. It deters conversation, at least, and as a result, Ben makes his way in the most discomfort he's ever experienced in his life to the end of that third floor hallway.
Hux isn't the only one checking her out, he reasons. He's doing her a favor. But it's only after he's knocked on her door that he realizes grimly that there's no way to point out that he's noticed without sounding like the creep himself.
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