MEME: Fuck this, I just want to roleplay

[mezzanotte]

FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY
[ A MEME FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING ONE ]

➘ So, with LiveJournal fucking up big time with the comment threads you have yourself a whole list of shiny usernames and journals backed up just in-case. Until LJ cools its head, let's not let that go to waste.

➘ This is a meme created for people who are right now, just going: FUCK THIS, I JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY

INSTRUCTIONS

➘ Post with your character below, listing their name and canon in the subject.
➘ Roll 1-10 RNG to roleplay out one of the scenes below or simply just tag!
➘ Roll to your hearts content, feel free to play out as many scenarios as you can.
➘ HAVE FUN WITH YOUR SHENANIGANS

SCENARIOS

01 » FIGHTING - Emotional or Physical. Your characters are not getting along. What do.
02 » DRINKING/DRUNK - Having a beer, dancing in a club, sipping some bubbly in the bathtub, being outrageously drunk.
03 » AWKWARD - Whoops. Your character just walked into something he shouldn't have.
04 » FLUFF - Walking in the rain together, pecks on the cheek, give us cavities.
05 » ROMANTIC - Play something shippy out. Mornings after, confessions, cuddles, smut, anything goes.
06 » IN YOUR SHOES/BODY SWAP - Your character wakes up to find themselves swapped in the world or the body of the person they've tagged.
07 » CONFESSIONS - Spill it. From, I've been secretly pining you forever to yes, I did eat the last poptart.
08 » 7-MINUTES IN HEAVEN - Your characters are now stuck in a closet together for seven minutes (IE, MUST BE AT LEAST 7-POSTS)
09 » CRACK - Why is there a goat in our living room?
10 » WHATEVER - PLAY ANYTHING. THIS IS WHAT THIS MEME IS ABOUT.


HAVE FUN GUYS!
FEEL FREE TO PROMOTE THE MEME OVER ON PLURK/LJ/WHEREVER. |D

Comments

[unproducedness]

[Well, she's going to end up drunker than her parents have probably ever been. Kamui chugs about two-thirds of her next drink, then takes a long breath. Woah, it's kinda all getting to her head.]

[Also Karen is distinctly more badass than Kamui here. All she does is cut giant robots in half.] I don't like it... it's too... cold. I'm only around for a little bit, and it always seems like I leave before the spring shows up. The cold makes all the things I like go away, and I'm left with that sorta image of the era... [Sniff. Chug what's left. Sniff, sob, cling to Karen tighter.]

I wanna see a nice spring for once, ya know...?

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[Individually, or both of them put together? :o Karen isn't putting much thought into drinking, and as such she keeps up her previous pace, i.e. she needs more now. And Kamui should try being a magical girl. Badassness is inherent.]

Tokiyominomiya-san... [Rather mangled, and is that an arm around Kamui's waist? Progress!] I don't know how you deal with that. I'm sorry it's cold. [That's a sensible thing to apologize for, right?]

[unproducedness]

[Making friends, starting teams, and shouting dumb catchphrases is for people with hair that changes with their mood. Besides she kind of already is, in terms of being a girl with magic. Also Kamui pours another for Karen.]

No... it's fine, right? It's my job, so I gotta do it. [The arm is nice though. Kamui likes that.] It's nothing you hafta worry about, Minazuki-san... you aren't like me, so enjoy things fully. [Yes, Kamui just poured another out for herself. Then chugged the entire thing in one go.]

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[Funny thing is, that could totally be her teammate's unspecified close relative. Karen gets right to that fresh drink; low alcohol tolerance means she's catching up.]

[Oh, she does? Karen's drunk enough that her secret affectionate side is coming out, so there's plenty more where that came from.] But you should be able to enjoy full... to fill things... to do it, too. It's not fair.

[unproducedness]

No it's not... but I hafta deal with unfair things so other people don't gotta. [What could have been a cool line, fumbled by the fact that Kamui is as smashed as both their personal bubbles. As demonstrated by her resting her head on Karen's shoulder, reaching around to undo her ridiculously long ponytail. It'd poke against Karen otherwise.]

I whine, but I'd never stop doin' it... that'd just make the burden go to some other guy. Girl. Whatever. [Drunken reassuring smile. She still looks a bit sad, though.]

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[Karen is both okay with this and quite inebriated. The fact that she's now giving Kamui a hug is strong evidence for both.]

Hey, Tokyominakoyokinomatomiyoka... Kamui-san. [Yep. She's now a TFLN waiting to happen.] Don' do that. S'important for you to be happy, too. Nobody can just take everyone's borders. Not borders. Burgers. Or something. [Burdens, Karen. Burdens.] Anyway no one's allowed to do that. [...Wait.] 'Cept me.

[unproducedness]

It's Toki... [Hold on give her a sec here as she returns that hug with one arm, the other pouring them both some more to drink.] To... Ta... Kamui-san is fine.

Mebbe I can't, but... I gotta. I took this job a long time ago, and I never once even thought 'bout quitting. It'd be an in... su... lin? It'd be a wimpy thing to do to just give up 'cause of how these things go. People leave me behind, but I exist to be left behind. [... She didn't slur that. She does start crying a bit, though. Into her booze.]

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[Karen only gets a little way into her drink before setting it down, distracted.] Wha? No, s'okay if you don' quit, but that doesn... oh, no. ["I MADE HER CRY AKL;FJASDKL;F" Karen pulls Kamui around to face her more fully and holds her close, running fingers through her hair (wow Kamui-san you have really long hair).] S'all right. It's all right.

[unproducedness]

[No hair cut in like 1000 years. Honestly with it out of it's tail like this she'd probably stumble on it if she stood up, especially with how drunk she is. Kamui sobs openly into Karen's shoulder, balling her hands up in her shirt. Then a good, long, deep breath. Right. Okay. She's... better now, by some standard or another.]

Sorry. I shouldn'ta let you see me like that. Being weepy about it at first is fine, but... haha... I oughta be over it by now, right? It's been years since she... well, like I said, I should be left behind. I'm not a person no more, ya know? I come when I'm needed and go when I'm not.

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[This was evidently the wrong answer.] Kamui-san! Don' say things like that! O'course you're a person! You're a beautaful lady and you're not goin' anywhere.

[unproducedness]

Eh... beautiful? I don't really get what you're sayin', but 'course I gotta go. Not right now, but in a month or two the world'll be good enough off that I can go rest 'till I'm needed again. That's my job.

[... Kamui sips quietly on her drink.]

... Uhh, thank ya. Though. Iunno.

[rockcrushingtorrent]

Then... then you hafta... before... [She knows what she wants to say, but she's having trouble with the words now.] Moat the makes of it.

[sip] 'N yeah, you're really pretty. With your... [Really vague gesture that completely fails to hint at anything at all.] An' I only say that 'bout people. So there. I win.

[unproducedness]

Oh. You're... nice lookin' too. I guess. Likin' your eyes. [... Yeah Kamui's blushing, though to be fair that might be the booze.

She pulls Karen closer, arms still around her, then sort of falls down to the side with her just because, her hair draping around Karen with her as they. Y'know. Lie down on their sides together.

Yeah Kamui's drunk as hell.]

I was plannin' on makin' the best of it. S' why I wanted to drink with you... 'course we mighta overdid it.

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[Oh! This is... really nice, actually, lying down and being close to Kamui like this. Karen's blush definitely isn't just because of the booze, though it is a contributing factor. She starts stroking Kamui's hair again.]

S'fine. I can do anything y'want. 'Cause I wan' you be happy.

[unproducedness]

... Mm. [Kamui changes from having her arms wrapped around Karen's stomach to placing them on her hips, resting her head on her shoulder. Sort of. Kinda. Most just placing their heads closer together, leaning a bit into the stroking of her long hair.]

I... eh, nah. Innit 'portant. [Shrugging, leaning into that touch. Even drunk and weepy and babbling Kamui's guarded about some things, and she's the sort of person who thinks that the stronger the feeling is, the more pointless it is to try and put it into words. Especially while smashed.]

... Ya like my hair?

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[At least one of them is still guarded about something. If Kamui had been trying to get some closely-guarded secret out of Karen, now would be the time.]

Yeah. Never see it like this. Always up. [She shifts to look more directly at her face.] Yer eyes, too. They're also nice.

[unproducedness]

[... With Karen looking at her like that, with her still guarded about her feelings when it came to other people but not how she herself felt, she couldn't help herself.

Kamui leans in to give Karen a kiss, not the proper, quick kiss she'd probably have given if she had been sober and somehow inclined to kiss Karen, but a sloppy, messy thing with a lot of tongue involved, a heavy scent of alcohol coming from both their breaths.]

I... think you're really pretty. [Yeah, that's it. 'Cause Karen's pretty and they're drunk. Nothing to do with emotions, at least let Karen think that.] ... Uh, how wassat? I never kiss much.

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[If Kamui hadn't, Karen was going to. This conversation has somehow gotten tied up in too many feelings for it to not take this turn eventually. And yes, Kamui probably noticed that Karen was also a lot more into the kiss than her sober self would suggest. And holy crap do I wish I had room for all my icons on this account.]

I, ah... I don' either. Soidunno. Likedit tho. [If kissing was okay, kissing again will be okay, too, right?]

[unproducedness]

Yeah. Felt good. [Apparently, going by how Kamui was leaning in for another sloppy kiss, her hands traveling up Karen's sides from her hips before winding up somewhere in the general vicinity of her breasts. Shut up, Kamui would find them eventually.]

Uhm. I done this 'fore. Just once though. How 'bout you?

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[To be fair, it's kind of a challenge, as Karen's not exactly a Gainax character. See icon.]

Done? [It takes a moment for realization to dawn, and she blushes even more.] Oh! No, this's my first. [But from how her hands are wandering, she seems to feel no qualms about going through with it.]

[unproducedness]

[Well yes but Kamui's not likely to find Karen's breasts on her shoulders.

Still she gets them eventually, palming them... gently as she can as drunk as she is, which is still roughly, though the amount of clothes in the way and their (lack of) size prevents her from really doing much more than palming.]

I... should be gentle. [Kamui kisses Karen's neck before looking her in the eye and doing her best to look serious, trying to stave off the drunkenness. It sort of works.] Are you sure about this? This is sorta 'duh', but you only get one first time. []... Sort of being the key, there.]

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[There's a pleased hum in response to that. Clothing in the way or not, Karen feels enough to enjoy. Not entirely sure of what she's doing, she decides to try the same on Kamui.]

Kamui. [Because using honorifics in this sort of situation seems ridiculous. She concentrates hard, trying to match Kamui's seriousness.] That's why it has to be you.

[unproducedness]

[That pleased hum gets a pleased hum followed by a pleased hum at the touch. Kamui's breasts aren't that big nor are they that small, just the right size to hold in one's hand, and the drunken nature of what's going on seems to be working in Karen's favor for now. The awkward, clumsy groping is perfect for Kamui's tastes.]

... I see. [And, yeah, that actually gets Kamui silently contemplative for a bit, before she finally sighs and kisses Karen's neck again, whispering in her ear. A bit drunkenly, but still fighting to keep that slurring away.] I'll make it as memorable as possible. ["Because soon the memories will be all you have."]

[rockcrushingtorrent]

[Rejected! Kamui is not allowed to think depressing things. If Karen learns how to read minds she will have to reprimand Kamui for her behavior.]

[In the meantime, though, Karen's just going to have to settle for feeling up Kamui's breasts. She's always thought Kamui had a nice chest, which is one of the aforementioned closely-guarded secrets she's now drunk enough to fess up to.]

Mmm. I'll try t'be mem'able, too. [Well, that concentration didn't last long. Must be the neck and the whispering. Sadly, if Karen was sober enough to playfully point out that "memorable" isn't necessarily a good thing and imply that Kamui secretly had something evil planned, she'd also be sober enough to be too nervous to actually say it.]

[unproducedness]

[Kamui takes a good long breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, as Karen gropes at her. Kamui's closely guarded secret is that her breasts are actually really sensitive, but fortunately it's not something she'll have to confess herself. The little moan is probably more than enough proof of that.]

Haaa... [Oh, yeah, Kamui goes to pour them each one last drink, spilling a little onto her clothes as she overfills the glasses. Oh well. Hey Karen, hope you don't mind having a drink suddenly shoved in your face.] Let's... drink to not forgotten each other. Ple... pa... peas?