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university life au meme

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do this:
☑ leave a blank comment with your character's name and fandom in the subject for others to reply to.
☑ when replying, use the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 10.
☑ or cheat and pick whichever number you like best.
☑ your characters are now in a ~*situation*~ together. make of it what you will.

scenarios:
[01] lecture hall ➟ who the fuck actually pays attention during these things? well, maybe you. or maybe you're texting someone, dicking around on the internet, or going oldschool and passing notes.
[02] cafeteria ➟ chow time! sit down to eat with your friends, stand awkwardly and look for a table like you did in middle school, or be that creep-ass in the corner, eating with his hood up.
[03] doorsock ➟ awww yeeee. it's time to get down to business. just don't forget the sock on the door, dude. seriously. (and use protection!)
[04] sexiled ➟ someone else put the sock on the door, because your ass is stuck out here. at least you're not alone? listen in, interrupt, find something else to do, or just chat and wait. (they won't be long, right?)
[05] room inspection ➟ oh shi— maybe someone gave you a heads up, and you're scrambling to hide your shit. maybe someone didn't, and you're basically fucked.
[06] frat party ➟ drunk? stoned? costumed? alone? about to get lucky? about to get busted? it's up to you, man.
[07] new roomie ➟ who's this douchebag? your new roommate! help them get settled in, draw a line down the center of the room, label all your shit. however you roll.
[08] study buddies ➟ an all-nighter cram session, or a regular weekly thing? maybe you don't even get much studying done, but hey, whatever, right?
[09] morning after ➟ what the actual fuck happened last night? bizarre texts? underwear hanging in places they shouldn't? a bathtub full of tequila and limes? just a gorgeous being in bed next to you?
[10] go crazy ➟ pick one or make up your own! get fucking creative.

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[ lies and slander you are no more mature than a horny high school ~~dog~~ boy with a sexy substitute teacher. only in college there's that whole sleep with your teacher, get an A ideal. ]

[ which is gross. ]

[ and she doesn't really want to think about other people's sex lives. ]

Do I like math or do I get math? [ she drawls, scoffing at his lack of clarity. but she doesn't wait for an answer before answering (lying). ] I get math; I'm good at it. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

[ well, he's a sexy regular teacher and isn't that better? and he'd never! ... he'd probably never.

get over it. other people have sex. you're not as pretty as you think. yes you are. but fuck that ]

Like it. You like math. [ a smirk. ] Sure.

[ please, she's just as gorgeous as she ever was and college looks good on her. so really, shouldn't being her project partner outshine having a sexy teacher? ]

[ look, ever her frown is gorge - oh, no, wait that's actually kind of terrifying. ]

That's the exact opposite of what I said, and you know it.

[ probably. but that would be giving her too much credit. and isaac has self respect. he makes girls work for it now. ]

But, it's the exact truth. I do know it.

[ well...kudos to you for not being easy, isaac. ]

What, you sit down next to me in class and suddenly you know all about my likes and dislikes? Wow, I had no idea I was that easy to read.

[ he went through that phase, Lydia. ]

You chose - what was it called again? For our topic?

[ well, everyone kind of does. ~~i'm waiting, season three...~~ ]

The Riemann hypothesis. It's in the syllabus. [ next semesters syllabus. for a class they'd probably be taking next year at this rate. ]

... Which syllabus? Not this syllabus. If I pulled it up right now it would not be on this semester's syllabus. Unless you take other math classes.

[ you know what, you weren't supposed to know that. and lydia is quite a quick thinker, but isn't prepared to spew more bullshit that will eventually come back to smack her in the face. ]

Maybe you should read it more thoroughly.

[ and she speeds up her pace, intent on veering away from him and walking by herself to her next class. because, really, ha, what are the chances they'd have that one together too? ]

Maybe you should admit you like math!

[ he calls out to her but lets her quickly speed away. they'll run into each other again. but, for now, he heads to the class he TA's because yes, he's good friends with a professor already and being a student means they don't have to pay him.

don'tcha know it's her class he TA's.

or maybe not. hahaha. ]

[ she'd never admit it. not to him, anyway. maybe to her best friend (the one who already knew she read fluent archaic latin and could make explosives out of the leftovers in a high school chemistry lab) but not some annoying classmate she's successfully run away from.

she gets to latin when about half the seats are full and picks one three quarters to the back. it's a smaller class and there are desks instead of the raised lecture seats set up for the classes with 300+ students. it's a small room and the textbooks are all but pristine to show just how many students take this class annually.

they're bound to start off slow, to cover the stuff she's known since her courses in latin in sophomore year, so she has no problem sitting down, flipping open a book and starting to decompress from that entirely too stressful math class. ]

Edited (it's not an amphitheater what am i thinking) 2013-01-05 21:42 (UTC)

[ it's chemistry that Isaac TA's in. he always had a knack for it. even when he wasn't paying attention. he passes things out, listens, spaces out a bit, but mostly keeps up. he proctors a pop quiz at the end after the professor ducks out early.

he collects his things after the class disperses and takes everyone's tests to the professor's office, balancing them, his bag, a book and his teacher's keys as he tries to open the door. finally, he drops the book and his bag..

and the tests follow. here he is, in front of the door, papers everywhere as he crouches down to collect them. good job, isaac ]

[ it's a good class: the teacher ponders aloud giving them a quiz, but decides against it and instead just lets them read and take notes with a 30 minute lecture/explanation about their project that's due at the end of next week (a fiction story - next they'd do nonfiction) at the end of the class before they're dismissed.

she's in a significantly better mood exiting the classroom, which is only improved at the sight of her current nemesis on his hands and knees picking up papers and books. she's amicable, but smirks when she approaches him. ]

You okay?

[ of course this is the time lydia martin would appear before him. the gods are really smiling down on him. ]

Perfect. [ just perfect. he pulls paper's together, realizes some were dog-eared and he'll have to take actual time to match handwriting and WHY DOESN'T HIS TEACHER CARRY A STAPLER AROUND? is this his fault? did he do something? he sits, staring forlornly at a mismatched piece of paper before looking up. ] Do you need something?

[ she stands there in hesitant superiority; hesitant because the actual decent person lydia and the resigned i'm going to have to work with him for two or more weeks so should probably be nice to him lydia are insisting she kneel down to help him. superiority because, ha lets face it, she had more than just looks, she had grace, which he seemed to be severely lacking right now, and she's still moody about that whole you like math thing. ]

[ so she stands, crosses her arms over the latin book she has pressed to her chest, and shrugs at his question. ]

Not particularly, no.