What's all that bumping and stomping coming from next door?! This is supposed to be a nice high-rise in a good part of town!
-Post with your character. -You're a resident at a nice high-rise apartment in the big city. (You might have lived there a long time or just moved in yourself - up to you. Maybe mention what activity you're in the middle of doing at home when the racket starts up?) -People who reply are noisily moving in to the apartment next door. -Thread out your arguments, offers to help, and new-neighbor meet-and-greets!
[As someone who loves drama, furniture and buildings this meme was made for me (and muse to an almost equal extent.) Please let us be the person moving a couch single-handled while also setting off the smoke alarm with loud smelling incense while also parking in your space in the underground lot while also playing opera at an ear splitting volume at 2:44 AM]
[tl,dr: detective whose significant other/co-worker was a dirty cop and now she's out for revenge -- bringing her back after a super-long rp break, so appreciate literally anyone who wants to hang out with her.]
New Orleans was both exactly what Eddie had expected and also so much more. Sure, living in what had once been a tenement house -one of six apartments over what was now a bar and nightclub- wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but Eddie loved it. Not just because the owner cut a portion off his rent when she could schedule him for a night or two at the club, usually when she couldn't book another performer, and that was... well it wasn't the same without the band, and it wasn't the same as the regular gig at the Hideout had been.
But it was a regular -or regular enough- gig and he'd take what he could get.
It had been a performance night the night before, which meant he was just a little hungover and waiting for the coffee to finish percolating when he heard the clatter in the hall, wincing as it made his left temple throb. He debated trying to ignore it, but, well, knowing your neighbors was usually a good thing, so he poured a second mug of coffee before heading to the door, swinging it open and brandishing one of the cups, "G'morning. Coffee break time. Trust me, it'll help."
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone-lived AU, whatever works]
Holga did try to at least be civil to fellow residents of rock bottom -and anyone choosing to live here definitely qualified- but there were some noises that were unforgivable. Like intermittent, insistent hammering on the shared wall.
So, out into the hall she went, mostly just to check that it wasn't maintenance, knocking on the door frame of the open door of the apartment next door, "Hi, going to be done anytime soon Bob the Builder?"
[ooc: Modern AU framing, but can work with whatever!]
Pixel liked the building because it was quiet, or reasonably so, and because everyone in it worked odd jobs and odder hours, so no one was going to notice or mention her own irregular schedule.
More than that, as the building's longest-standing resident, the owner had -with her permission- appointed her de facto building manager, which was fine, it gave her a break on the rent and let her be helpful -like she liked doing- but in a much more physical way than her usual.
Which was why, having been warned that a new resident was coming in, when she heard the noise of boxes being dragged down the hall, she actually checked the time, 10pm, but shrugged it off and went to open her door, mostly to make sure it was, in fact, the new arrival and not one of her current neighbors, "Hey, you need help with that?"
Chrissy had made it out. After everything, she'd actually managed to make it out. Sure, it wasn't the cute little duplex she'd dreamed of, but she still wasn't entirely sure if that had been her actual dream or part of her mother's plan that she hadn't hated too much.
Not that it mattered, because she was out. It had been a couple weeks and she'd learned that apartment neighbors in Chicago weren't at all like the other families in her neighborhood back in Hawkins, but that didn't matter either, because she didn't want to be like those people.
Which was why, after the noise of moving in to the apartment down the hall seemed to have settled for a few minutes, she popped out of her own apartment, brown paper grocery bag in hand to knock on the door.
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone lived AU, she's still a sleeper agent for Vecna and doesn't know it, any of the above! I'll roll with most things.]
[ She has a lot of large dogs. At least they're well trained! Theo's likely outside with one or more of them, or she's just sat outside with a cup of coffee, watching the new neighbour struggle with a box.
[ if this takes place in the mass effect world, maybe she's claiming her citadel apartment. she won't have many personal belongings to move in but is probably also having some furniture delivered. she's a recognizable face on the citadel but mostly lives on the normandy so this could also be a neighbor catching her when she's on leave. jamjar settings also welcome - she'll have even less to move in but could ask a neighbor about the area. ]
[ how on earth did he end up in a nice apartment? it's probably some kind of a maimed-in-action payout for veterans or firefighters, but now he's a retired grumpy old man, doing something calm and boring like accounting and just trying to live a normal(ish) life. ]
[ there's nothing normal(ish) about the ruckus next door, though, so once it's clear that his passive aggressive cane banging on the wall and radiators isn't working, he'll be sticking his head out into the hallway to give an admonitory stinkeye to his new neighbors. ]
[Kise's parents were out, so he invited his friends over to watch a big game. He had just seen the last one off when Levi stuck his head out and glared at him.
And since the man was a stranger and not a friend, it did not affect the teenager.]
[ Huh. It's just a kid and he's... actually apologizing, so, whatever. Levi's irritation seems to drain a little, though he is, of course, still scowling, his good eye focused on the young man. He's... tall. The sheer audacity. ]
If that means you're done, good. [ He did use the past tense so Levi will give him the benefit of the doubt for now. ] Quiet time starts at 10.
[ Just in case his parents haven't made that clear to him- ]
[ Levi may have a middle-schooler's height but no middle-schooler has those eyebags. Or that frame; he's still pretty jacked for his size even if he's not in active service anymore. So at least there shouldn't be any genuine confusion there. ]
[ Okay, scratch that idea of truce. The brat has attitude. He scowls. ]
Hah? I don't give a shit when you go to sleep, so long as you're quiet during the rest hours. Read a book or something.
For a few moments, it seems like there's not going to be any response from the neighbour. Then the door swings open, and a rolling cloud of rank smoke billows out, filling the hallway. With the smoke comes the heavy bass and shrill squeaking noises of dubstep--reeee reeee REEEEEEE wub wub wub wub WUB WUB REEEEEEE--and a tall, lanky guy standing in the doorway.
He's got a bong still in his hand, and he's shirtless, because of course he is. Levi is frankly lucky Zeke bothered to pull up his cargo shorts, because he was sitting in there doing the old nake and bake. Zeke looks at Levi through bleary, bloodshot eyes, and lifts his bong up for another puff.
Levi stares at the smoke, his hand rising instinctively to his belt where a gas mask used to rest when he was in full gear before he registers that despite the stench, it's not something dangerous. He still makes a face and, deciding he doesn't need to add lung cancer to his medical history, lifts his arm to sort of hide his nose in the crook of his elbow. He wonders if this shit seeps into the air vents and is, in fact, making its way into his apartment right now.
With that impressive of an introduction, there is no amount of tallness or blondness that can salvage even a smidgeon of good will from Levi at this point, so Zeke only gets a long, judging stare (which he does his best to keep above his own line of sight because frankly this guy looks like something pale and slimy that lives at the bottom of the ocean) before he speaks again, raising his voice a little so he can be heard over the wub wub wub WUB WUB REEEEE.
"It's 11pm." He did have to sign a lease and house rules agreement, didn't he? "Turn that shit down."
That smoke is absolutely creeping into the air vents, leaving oily, smelly residue behind. Zeke spends a lot of money on his weed, but that doesn't mean he actually buys the good stuff. This is some rankass ditch weed that someone convinced gullible, pretentious university students was the good shit, and then overcharged them immensely. Zeke is basically to send his dealer's kid to private school by smoking skunk weed and being none the wiser.
He will, of course, tell anyone who asks (and many who don't) that he's smoking primo dope here and everyone should be jealous of his hookup.
Meanwhile, Zeke lifts the bong and takes a long hit, all while maintaining eye contact with the little gremlin who banged on his door. He does this to a resounding chorus of reeee reee YEAH BOY YE YE YEAH BOY WUB WUb Wub wub wub wub wub, before his playlist miraculously reaches its conclusion and switches off.
In the deafening silence, Zeke exhales smoke into the hallway, coughs slightly (without covering his mouth, natch), and tilts his head.
Disgusting. It's not like anybody needs air vents anyway, right? He can weld that shit shut and just make sure to open a window once a day. Yeah, that should do it.
Levi's expression shows more and more distaste by the second, but he doesn't look away, since apparently they're now to some fucking monkey method of establishing dominance via stares. He's about to breathe a sigh of relief when the hellish cacophony finally quiets, but then the motherfucker coughs at him and he literally jumps backwards with an indignant noise. And sure, Levi's still got half his face covered, but he's not wearing a respirator -- a mistake on his part, honestly, should know better than to venture outside without a mask nowadays -- and he's also pretty damn certain he just felt some spit land above his eyebrow and he's not in the mood trying to determine whether it's reality or a panic response.
"So?!" he repeats, incredulous, his voice rising just a little bit. "So keep that shit down. What the fuck, did you live in a cave before this?"
[Suguru had spent the better part of the evening unpacking belongings in the new living room. It wasn't ideal, living in a neighbourhood over-run with monkeys but he was willing to make exceptions for the girls' well-being. A place to call home away from everything else he was up to, and they could each have their own room, etc etc.]
[The plan had been solid, but here we are on day one and he is already regretting it, because whatever cretin lives next door has been making the same noise for ten whole minutes now, thud thud thud on his wall and Suguru is seriously contemplating 'accidentally' letting a curse spirit lose to deal with the problem.]
[But no.. murdered neighbours lead to questions.. and being inconspicuous is why he bought this place to begin with... so he opts for the 'normal' response of walking on over there to the neighbour's front door and giving it a solid knock.]
Excuse me... I have children sleeping next door and you keep hitting my wall..
[So stop or I will fucking end you]
[Suguru is smiling, one of his obviously fake smiles to anyone that knows him, eyes closed because the neighbour in question is pissing him off and doesn't even deserve to be looked at right now.]
[ Perhaps surprisingly (or unsurprisingly, given the owner of this home), the one who answers the door is not the source of the commotion itself, but a young teenage boy with dark, spikey hair instead, who only has a unimpressed stare for the one who knocks. He doesn't recognize the man, but is prepared to apologize for the racket just to get him out of his hair. Before he can, though, a voice calls from within the house — ]
Megumiiiiii! Tsumiki needs your help cleaning up! Chop, chop, or you'll have to do my grading again!
[ Because no sooner has the door been opened does Satoru know. He would recognize Suguru's residuals anywhere, anytime, and while part of him won't fully believe it until he sees it with his own eyes, on the off-chance that he's wrong...
But of course he isn't. He'd never be wrong about something like this.
Megumi turns to go, and no sooner has he does so than is it Satoru who fills the door frame. No way. No fucking way, that of all the people in the city, the country, the world who could move into the home next to his own, where he's managed to carve out a quiet and healthy space for Megumi and Tsukimi to grow up, where things had been going so well...
Of course it would be Suguru.
Wearing an inscrutable expression with his gaze obscured behind his glasses, his posture is immediately guarded, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. This could all be a calculated ploy, right? And yet — ]
I don't think we'll be apologizing today or any day. Suguru.
[ He's just...back in his life again. Just like that. ]
[He barely has any time to register the boy stood in front of him before Satoru's presence slams into him, stealing the very air from his lungs. How had he not noticed it until now? And why was he here? Of all the houses in Japan, why did it have to be this one?
It couldn't be a coincidence. Why was Satoru in this house? Did he live here? Was he visiting, simply using it to spy on the oblivious neighbour? Who are Megumi and Tsumiki?
Was this a carefully laid out trap? If so, Suguru wouldn't go down without a fight, not when he has two lives next door that he was responsible for. This place- their home- was meant to be safe. A location that very few were privy to; a reprieve from monkeys or followers or sorcerers, somewhere that offered continuity and allowed the girls to live their lives and grow as people, the closest thing to a 'normal' life that Suguru could give them.
But with The Strongest stood right here, it suddenly feels like the most unsafe doorway in the entire world.
And yet...
If Satoru wanted him dead, he could have done it before Suguru even knocked on the door. So why didn't he?
Needing time to think this through, Suguru opts to pull on the singular, lonely thread of familiarity that exists within this tangled web of racing thoughts.]
I see your manners haven't improved, Satoru. I suppose I shouldn't expect a welcome basket at my front door either?
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 franchise | ota - m/m for shipping
Maedhros | the silmarillion | ota
Luka -OC- OtA
grace hollingsworth | detective oc
Eddie + Stranger Things + OTA
But it was a regular -or regular enough- gig and he'd take what he could get.
It had been a performance night the night before, which meant he was just a little hungover and waiting for the coffee to finish percolating when he heard the clatter in the hall, wincing as it made his left temple throb. He debated trying to ignore it, but, well, knowing your neighbors was usually a good thing, so he poured a second mug of coffee before heading to the door, swinging it open and brandishing one of the cups, "G'morning. Coffee break time. Trust me, it'll help."
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone-lived AU, whatever works]
Holga Kilgore | D&D:Honor Among Thieves | OTA
So, out into the hall she went, mostly just to check that it wasn't maintenance, knocking on the door frame of the open door of the apartment next door, "Hi, going to be done anytime soon Bob the Builder?"
[ooc: Modern AU framing, but can work with whatever!]
Pixel | Inception OC | OTA
More than that, as the building's longest-standing resident, the owner had -with her permission- appointed her de facto building manager, which was fine, it gave her a break on the rent and let her be helpful -like she liked doing- but in a much more physical way than her usual.
Which was why, having been warned that a new resident was coming in, when she heard the noise of boxes being dragged down the hall, she actually checked the time, 10pm, but shrugged it off and went to open her door, mostly to make sure it was, in fact, the new arrival and not one of her current neighbors, "Hey, you need help with that?"
Chrissy Cunningham + Stranger Things + OTA
Not that it mattered, because she was out. It had been a couple weeks and she'd learned that apartment neighbors in Chicago weren't at all like the other families in her neighborhood back in Hawkins, but that didn't matter either, because she didn't want to be like those people.
Which was why, after the noise of moving in to the apartment down the hall seemed to have settled for a few minutes, she popped out of her own apartment, brown paper grocery bag in hand to knock on the door.
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone lived AU, she's still a sleeper agent for Vecna and doesn't know it, any of the above! I'll roll with most things.]
theo fletcher ◤ original (werewolf)◢ ota
She'll help. Eventually. ]
Piccolo 🪈 Dragon Ball
Just so you know, I hear everything that happens in this building.
[ It's best to let people know ahead of time, really. ]
jane shepard | mass effect
levi // attack on titan
like accountingand just trying to live a normal(ish) life. ][ there's nothing normal(ish) about the ruckus next door, though, so once it's clear that his passive aggressive cane banging on the wall and radiators isn't working, he'll be sticking his head out into the hallway to give an admonitory stinkeye to his new neighbors. ]
Oi. Keep it down.
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[Kise's parents were out, so he invited his friends over to watch a big game. He had just seen the last one off when Levi stuck his head out and glared at him.
And since the man was a stranger and not a friend, it did not affect the teenager.]
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If that means you're done, good. [ He did use the past tense so Levi will give him the benefit of the doubt for now. ] Quiet time starts at 10.
[ Just in case his parents haven't made that clear to him- ]
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[Kise looked at his new neighbor with a confused look on his face. He's really short.
Like, shorter than most middle schoolers Kise knows. Which isn't that many.]
I don't usually go to bed until midnight unless I have an early photoshoot or really early practice.
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[ Okay, scratch that idea of truce. The brat has attitude. He scowls. ]
Hah? I don't give a shit when you go to sleep, so long as you're quiet during the rest hours. Read a book or something.
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He's got a bong still in his hand, and he's shirtless, because of course he is. Levi is frankly lucky Zeke bothered to pull up his cargo shorts, because he was sitting in there doing the old nake and bake. Zeke looks at Levi through bleary, bloodshot eyes, and lifts his bong up for another puff.
"What?"
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Levi stares at the smoke, his hand rising instinctively to his belt where a gas mask used to rest when he was in full gear before he registers that despite the stench, it's not something dangerous. He still makes a face and, deciding he doesn't need to add lung cancer to his medical history, lifts his arm to sort of hide his nose in the crook of his elbow. He wonders if this shit seeps into the air vents and is, in fact, making its way into his apartment right now.
With that impressive of an introduction, there is no amount of tallness or blondness that can salvage even a smidgeon of good will from Levi at this point, so Zeke only gets a long, judging stare (which he does his best to keep above his own line of sight because frankly this guy looks like something pale and slimy that lives at the bottom of the ocean) before he speaks again, raising his voice a little so he can be heard over the wub wub wub WUB WUB REEEEE.
"It's 11pm." He did have to sign a lease and house rules agreement, didn't he? "Turn that shit down."
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He will, of course, tell anyone who asks (and many who don't) that he's smoking primo dope here and everyone should be jealous of his hookup.
Meanwhile, Zeke lifts the bong and takes a long hit, all while maintaining eye contact with the little gremlin who banged on his door. He does this to a resounding chorus of reeee reee YEAH BOY YE YE YEAH BOY WUB WUb Wub wub wub wub wub, before his playlist miraculously reaches its conclusion and switches off.
In the deafening silence, Zeke exhales smoke into the hallway, coughs slightly (without covering his mouth, natch), and tilts his head.
"So?"
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Levi's expression shows more and more distaste by the second, but he doesn't look away, since apparently they're now to some fucking monkey method of establishing dominance via stares. He's about to breathe a sigh of relief when the hellish cacophony finally quiets, but then the motherfucker coughs at him and he literally jumps backwards with an indignant noise. And sure, Levi's still got half his face covered, but he's not wearing a respirator -- a mistake on his part, honestly, should know better than to venture outside without a mask nowadays -- and he's also pretty damn certain he just felt some spit land above his eyebrow and he's not in the mood trying to determine whether it's reality or a panic response.
"So?!" he repeats, incredulous, his voice rising just a little bit. "So keep that shit down. What the fuck, did you live in a cave before this?"
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if things go predictably he'll be cutting off his electricity next tag lol
and Zeke will deserve it
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geto suguru | JJK
who needs parent trap
[The plan had been solid, but here we are on day one and he is already regretting it, because whatever cretin lives next door has been making the same noise for ten whole minutes now, thud thud thud on his wall and Suguru is seriously contemplating 'accidentally' letting a curse spirit lose to deal with the problem.]
[But no.. murdered neighbours lead to questions.. and being inconspicuous is why he bought this place to begin with... so he opts for the 'normal' response of walking on over there to the neighbour's front door and giving it a solid knock.]
Excuse me... I have children sleeping next door and you keep hitting my wall..
[So stop or I will fucking end you]
[Suguru is smiling, one of his obviously fake smiles to anyone that knows him, eyes closed because the neighbour in question is pissing him off and doesn't even deserve to be looked at right now.]
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Megumiiiiii! Tsumiki needs your help cleaning up! Chop, chop, or you'll have to do my grading again!
[ Because no sooner has the door been opened does Satoru know. He would recognize Suguru's residuals anywhere, anytime, and while part of him won't fully believe it until he sees it with his own eyes, on the off-chance that he's wrong...
But of course he isn't. He'd never be wrong about something like this.
Megumi turns to go, and no sooner has he does so than is it Satoru who fills the door frame. No way. No fucking way, that of all the people in the city, the country, the world who could move into the home next to his own, where he's managed to carve out a quiet and healthy space for Megumi and Tsukimi to grow up, where things had been going so well...
Of course it would be Suguru.
Wearing an inscrutable expression with his gaze obscured behind his glasses, his posture is immediately guarded, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. This could all be a calculated ploy, right? And yet — ]
I don't think we'll be apologizing today or any day. Suguru.
[ He's just...back in his life again. Just like that. ]
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It couldn't be a coincidence. Why was Satoru in this house? Did he live here? Was he visiting, simply using it to spy on the oblivious neighbour? Who are Megumi and Tsumiki?
Was this a carefully laid out trap? If so, Suguru wouldn't go down without a fight, not when he has two lives next door that he was responsible for. This place- their home- was meant to be safe. A location that very few were privy to; a reprieve from monkeys or followers or sorcerers, somewhere that offered continuity and allowed the girls to live their lives and grow as people, the closest thing to a 'normal' life that Suguru could give them.
But with The Strongest stood right here, it suddenly feels like the most unsafe doorway in the entire world.
And yet...
If Satoru wanted him dead, he could have done it before Suguru even knocked on the door. So why didn't he?
Needing time to think this through, Suguru opts to pull on the singular, lonely thread of familiarity that exists within this tangled web of racing thoughts.]
I see your manners haven't improved, Satoru. I suppose I shouldn't expect a welcome basket at my front door either?
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bix caleen || andor || ota