The Roommates Meme

[thelongcon]

Living with other people can be rough; you have to put up with their personality quirks, habits and schedules.You never really know how well you get along until you give it a go.

Possible scenarios: by no means an exhaustive list
•It’s 8 in the morning, and you have somewhere to be like 5 minutes ago. How are they still using the washroom? Hopefully there’s still hot water left.

•There are dishes piled up in the sink. But at least your roommate makes you lunch and does the grocery shopping.

•Have you seen my keys/homework/item of choice?

•If you need to borrow something, ask. Or not, you don't need permission.

•Movie night, introductions to new shows and entertainment, and fights over the remote. What even is on at this time of night?

•Quiet down, some people are trying to sleep! It’s too late/early.

•There’s people over? I didn’t know/forgot/what did I just walk in on?


I don't think this has been done before, but if it has, let me know.

Comments

[thelittlestbub]

No. I left because work dictated it. My Dads left, not me.

[She shrugs. It's a simple thing to her. Wolverine had raised her as best he could. Sometimes that meant leaving her with other people or by herself. Sabretooth... well, that's complicated and she's not getting into it.]

Ooooh no, you're getting us a new table. And cleaning out the garbage. I'm not getting splinters in my feet.

[Jubilee wrinkles her nose and kicks on slipper-covered foot up.]

[jetrolled]

[Dads is an issue topic. Jet's set to avoid painful conversation, so lets that talk trail die. But the next thing Jubilee says? He can't help but laugh.]

No need to say twice! I'll get right on it.

[Normally he'd pass the job to someone else, but he hasn't cleaned anything but the dishes for a while. Could help stimulate him, even with all the eruptions that just happened. Jet stands up and utilizes his shred of responsibility to seek out and discard the voulevants first.]

Those pulses of energy were enthralling! Could you always do that?

[thelittlestbub]

[She doesn't mind cleaning, but really, she got shot at. It's all your problem, Jet.

Dads aren't an issue topic. Not really. She loves her Dads. Both of them. His question catches her off-guard. She really shouldn't be using them around here. Oh well, she can keep the explosions minuscule.]

These, you mean?

[She cups her hand and the multi-colored globules spark around her fingertips. Some reabsorb into her skin. Then, she goes back to fixing her nails.]

Since I was twelve.

[jetrolled]

[Great that it's a small problem, then! Jet moves on, picks up the shattered wood chunks with his fake hand, do to do...]

Ten years, then...I suppose that's much of what your work is about.

[Jet can't imagine what he's missing. He closes the door, trashes the splintered wood...not sure what to do with the table, but he leaves some of the poker chips and cards where they are. Chance to surprise himself, and it gives the apartment a nice lax atmosphere. He circles back to a couch, sits. Well, lounges.]

Adrien's not usually that feisty. I'm a little surprised at his passion to reclaim his sisters, given how easily he gave them away...unless of course that's a red herring. I guess we'll never know. Thank you, by the way.