Who took my takeout leftovers?

[madreen_rua]

Perhaps you were best friends who decided to make rent cheaper by living together, a couple who took the plunge and moved in together, or you could just be some random people thrown together by circumstance and really needing a place to live.

Either way, you're sharing a flat (or maybe even a room) now! What's going to happen?

You know this drill:
- Post your character name, series and any preferences.
- Go to RNG (1-12) and tag around.
- Have fun!
 

PROMPTS:

 

( moving day )
Boxes. So. Many. Boxes. Whether you're moving in or out, they've got to go. Is your roommate willing to lend a hand?

( chores )
Whose turn is it to take out the trash? How about the dishes?

( pets )
Not only are you sharing a living space, you're sharing space with an animal. There could be allergies, behavioral issues, or an unexpected exercise partner. Most importantly, do you have to hide them from the super? Hmm, maybe not the fishtank.

( uninvited guests )
Could be a party, could be a significant other that seems to have moved in... you just weren't expecting company tonight.

( the noisy one )
Is there anything worse than paper thin walls and a noisy flatmate? You can hear everything they're doing... even (or especially) the TMI.

( the friendly one )
Oh, lucky you, you've scored someone who wants to try and make things as good as possible for you both! Don't waste this now. It might just be the greatest thing you could have.

( the tmi one )
OH GOD why did you walk in during that? Nope, backing out now... unless you're into that. Why do they keep telling you things, as well? Gosh.

( the disaster )
There's not even words. These are the ones the internet warned you about. A little TMI or noise? That is nothing compared to the crazy you're stuck with right now.

( a night in )
Game night, movies, TV marathons, whatever you like. You and your flatmate are going to hunker down with some popcorn and have fun.

( the fight )
Chore chart not working out? Someone is always late with the rent? It just isn't working out. Time to have that confrontation you're been putting off. Good luck.

( shopping )
Whether you're going for groceries or furniture (or fun!), you and your flatmate are hitting the shops and spending some cash.

( the other )
Thought of something not on here? Go for it! Mix and match your options or anything else!

MEME ORIGINALLY BY attentionboys. with minor modifications

Comments

[pepperedoni]

(ooc: I'll give it a go! I'm just bad at remembering, don't mind me if I slip and I gotta alter it |D)

It was a different sword than the day before. The only sign of Dante was his leg hanging off of the couch.

"Hey, Lea."

The apartment had been dark and his guns weren't on the table or their usual shelf. He had come in, locked the door, and laid on the couch all day without turning the lights on or changing his clothes. Fortunately, the job that earned him a new devil arm to toss in the umbrella stand was one where he didn't get his clothes messed up. He sat up just enough to look over the edge of the couch to the door.

"How was work?"

He asked with a gentle undertone of amusement, not sure which of the two of them had the more interesting day.

[debtofhounds]

At this rate, he'll have to rent another apartment just as a personal armory. She's certainly not going to stand for using any of those weapons as wall ornaments when he finally runs out of space.

"Hello," she says. "The dogs were fine, though the newest litter still have a lot of growing to do before they can chase down whatever they fancy." Which would be pretty normal, if one ignored how they lived in Faerie, and hunted anything from boars to nightmares.

"Beyond the minor tasks and trials of any day, it is, as they say, slow." No new deals, no calls for help, no summons to battle, but the last was not something one wished for lightly.

She turns the lights on with a flick, the bulbs glowing orange. While she might not have the same problem as her godson with respect to modern technology, there are still limits. There will never be a working LED light while she's present.

"And you've found yourself another trophy, it seems." There's a pause while she looks through a cabinet for a glass. "The infernal hordes always had a talent for slipping through the cracks. Who was it this time?"

There's never any question as to where the wine is kept.

[pepperedoni]

Dante asked because he was genuinely interested. Creatures from The Faerie were rarely hostile to him because they tended to know him by name, so he couldn't say he had bad experiences with them but they were always a little off. Either way, he was happy with 'creepy' over 'trying to rip his throat out'. "Can't help but imagine you with a dozen Faerie hounds walking down the street with a dozen leashes. Can't imagine the clean-up."

He began to stand up and stretch out, unclipping his gunbelts so he could wander back over to the coat rack and hang them up there. Dante looked from Lea to the sword in the umbrella stand when she asked the question and for a brief moment, Dante stumbled on the name--his hands held up in protest as if he were pleading for more time to remember. He actually forgot. Growing impatient, the sword in the umbrella stand began to exude a dread aura of demonic energy and spoke up to cut Dante off.

"Ah, the Leanansidhe. I am Berial, son of--" The sword shuddered, gritty and twisted in its centuries-old tone before Dante snapped his fingers, pointing accusingly at the sword. The demonic presence vanished and the stand settled down.

"Hey. I told you, no talking." Dante strolled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, ignoring the flicker that came with Lea finding a good glass. He pulled a tall boy out of the bottom shelf and held it up in a mock gesture for a toast. "Anyway, this was round two. Got a call about something coming out of a warehouse explosion a bit out of town and it being some bigass flame-wielding centaur. Turns out we met before."

[debtofhounds]

One could say that the two realms are neighbors, with carefully delineated borders, and very firm stance towards mine, and thine. There hasn't been any sort of formal agreement since that whole debacle with Tam Lin centuries ago, but gossip is always worth it's weight in gold.

Letting her dogs out here would be a fine idea, but would spell no end of trouble in present times. The Hunt rides, of course, but that follows its own rules, and the whims of whoever led it at the time.

"They're better behaved that that," she says, tilting her glass in return, the liquid gleams a startling red when it catches the light.

Anything they did leave would dissolve into ectoplasm, then evaporate. "As much as it pains me to say this, it would be pushing at the limits of humanity's ability to not see what is truly there, even with a glamor. "

She brushes a mote of dust from chair before making herself comfortable, almost humming at the wash of hell energy from Berial's outburst, so different from the natural magics that she used. And fire-based. How unfortunate.

"Our paths have never crossed, and likely never would have, but I know of him." She shakes her head. "There are others who have closer dealings with Hell."

The kitchen is always well stocked, despite how neither of them ever do the shopping. It's an open secret, but the Little People are amenable to doing simple chores if pizza is involved.

"Your first job must have gone well if you could take on a second?"

[pepperedoni]

Even if Lea said otherwise, he couldn't help but imagine some poor schmuck walking down the street only to run the opposite way seeing her getting tugged along by the world's most unnerving litter of young pups. He didn't touch his bottle with Lea's glass because he knew they'd shatter if either of them weren't careful, so he kept his toast to the air and popped off the cap with his fingers.

If Dante seemed like he was in a good mood, it was because he had been. He liked chatting with the Leanansidhe. The Fae never cared about his ego or attitude, so they took him at face value which meant he didn't have to come out with a gimmick every time they started talking.

"I wouldn't say 'well'. It turned out to be a dud. Turned out the 'demon problem' was just a rat infestation," He took a drink, leaned against the kitchen island and held his pinky and index fingers against his cheek, pantomiming a phonecall. "Mid-call, my client gets thrown off their feet--the warehouse was right across the street from their place and Berial comes stumbling out like he's on the tail-end of a long work party--"

"I do not STUMBLE, Son of--"

"Hey. Shush," Dante reached over to thwack the sword with an actual umbrella he had to leave on the counter. "Anyway, I wrapped it all up in a couple of hours but I didn't get paid since I don't do rat infestations, so--I'm gonna need to start lookin' for work again tomorrow."

It was Dante code for I need a couple more days for my half of the rent.

He stole a glance at Berial, wondering how much he'd sell for.

[debtofhounds]

Dante would be right at home in some of the less formal gatherings among the fae, whether for the entertainment of his past exploits, or just as a matter of personality - there's no need to hide the edges and bite that just comes naturally.

And he does what he says he will. There's a lot of weight in that.

Rat catching, now that's a misfortune she can't help smiling at. "I think you need to reconsider the wording in your ads, if you're being summoned for pest control. It's not as if the rats in town aren't even that big."

She'd seen some that were about the size of a small cat several times, though that wasn't unusual. They just have to be well fed. "I suppose that the Lord of Fire Hell saved you another call, whatever business he intended to pursue."

Her eyes narrows, but she finishes the last of her glass and sets it down on the counter with a sharp clink.

"The deadline remains up till the midnight hour on the last day of the month, but the rental office will accept unconventional currency," she says.

There was a renter once who left nearly ten gallons of honey to make up for a shortfall.

"Providing of course, that it doesn't leave a mess." Or disappear. The building's management tolerates the odder behaviors of it clientele, but payment is payment. She agrees; one must always collect their due, but the iron mail box is an annoyance.

Taking her glass to the sink, she continues, "a bargain is always possible, but it wouldn't be what I prefer."

[pepperedoni]

"Huh," Dante looked from Lea to Berial and back again a few times before he could tell the sword had grown silent either from impotent rage or from simply being awestruck in disbelief. Dante realized he should have come to Lea for advice in the first place. The Fae always had handy lessons to teach and their obligation to 'bargains' was reliable enough that he figured a lesson or two with them could make his poker game considerably less dismal. "Bet I could argue he'd make due for the rent for at least a year."

"A year--" Even lifting the umbrella was enough to cut off Berial, so Dante managed to finish his drink without shaking it up anymore. There was nothing like making a significant dent in his yearly utilities in under twenty minutes of actual work.

"Well, I mean, it's a matter of time until some other cult tries to open up Hell again. Everyone posts 'How Tos' on the internet, so I doubt I'll even have to wait a few months before another demon pops up and I can earn some cash," When he was younger, Dante might have tried to prevent it in the first place but with age he learned that there were too many people willing to try it and a surprising number of them actually had the muscle to do it. He gave pause, suddenly remembering a strange phonecall he got the other day from someone claiming they found his information off the 'paranet'. He hung up on them when they couldn't dish out the current password.

Dante went into the refrigerator for another beer, making an unbelievably uneducated comment.

"Jeez Louise, I bet Dresden doesn't have any problems paying the bills. "

[debtofhounds]

"You've never heard him go on about it," she says. Not that her godson talked to her about his monetary troubles, but she wouldn't be a godmother if she didn't have other ways to keep track of her charge. "He gets a fair share of letters."

Tapping her chin, she smiles. "I'm sure it'll find it's way back to you eventually. Power like that rarely stays in a warehouse." As far as she's concerned, that would be practical. If humans already make trouble for themselves, you might as well make it the sort you can anticipate.

[pepperedoni]

"As someone who's a bit human himself, I'm pretty sure there ain't any anticipating the crap we can get up to," There wasn't anything elegant about a sea of people all wanting drastically different things with different levels of desperation. "Sometimes, it's easier dealing with demons than people."

He finished the next bottle after a long guzzle. If there was any approximation of how Dante felt, that would have been the world's biggest red flag propped up on the wall of a castle.

"Anyway, you wanna watch a movie? I borrowed my nephew's Netflix password."