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The Roomates Meme

The Roommates Meme

Whether its in the dorms at college or just because it costs too much to live alone, sometimes you just end up sharing a living space with someone else. A roommate. Or even more than one. Sometimes they're your friends and others you hate their guts. Its not always easy adjusting to living with other people.

- Post with your characters, listing name and canon in the subject line along with any prefs.
- The person that replies is now your character's roommate.
- Either set a scenario of your own or use the RNG to pick one.
- Have fun threading things out!

1. Moving In - Say hello to your brand new roomie! They're moving in today. Are you going to help them with their boxes? Hopefully you get along.

2. Moving Out - For whatever reason, you're parting ways. One of you is moving out. Will it be a tearful goodbye or are you going to tell them not to let the door hit them on the way out?

3. Best Friends - You and your roommate have been together a long while and you've become great friends. Hang out, order a pizza, watch TV. Have some fun with this great person you live with!

4. Angry! - Maybe they left the bathroom a mess. Maybe they're just way too loud at night or they ate the last of your cereal. Whatever the reason, you're angry at your roommate. Maybe they're mad too. Have a fight or try to work it out somehow.

5. Falling for them - You didn't think it would happen but it has. That roommate of yours is just your type and you've fallen for them. Will you tell them or keep it to yourself? Maybe they already know and are trying to figure out things for themselves.

6. Wildcard - Roll again or pick your own. Whatever looks fun.

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[Inigo can't help it if The Darkness I Believe in a Thing Called Love just happened to come on his iDock's shuffle. He also can't help it if the song is so damn catchy and begging for him to sing along with it. At full volume. Falsetto and all.]

Touching you~ooo~ooh, touching mee~ee...! Touching you, god you're touching me~!

[A pause (or a reprieve from torture, depending on how one chooses to interpret things) as he dips his head under the hail of water to rinse the soap and shampoo out. Naturally, he's using Owain's bottle. Oops.

Oh, hey, it's time for the chorus.]

I believe in a thing called love, just listentotherhythmofmyheart! There's a chance we could make it now! We'll be rockin'tillthesungoesdown! I believe in a thing called looooooo~ve!

[Thankfully, a loud squeak cuts through the high-pitched operatics and the water turns off, as does the music. Thus, Owain and anyone within a five-mile radius is spared from any further noise. A shame, too. Inigo was finally finding his groove. Ah well. There's always next time.

He emerges from the shower moments later, one towel around his waist barely covering the shorts he has on beneath it, another bundled up in his wet hair. Upon closer inspection, it looks like one of the towels from the clean load of laundry brought in today.

Owain's laundry, that is.

Anyway, while heading to his room, he blinks at the living room, eyebrow arching at its current state.]

...hey, Owain. You might want to, I don't know, remember that you don't live alone. Sheesh.

[Such hindrances aren't supposed to be enough to stop someone like Owain, who has sworn to uphold traditions and practice these forms for as long as he can remember (which isn't true, considering he's these books are half fiction and half written by his own hand). Still, he finds it hard to focus whenever Inigo's voice picks up in pitch - his movements become forced, clunky and he looks more like a terrible street performer once the music stops.

A sigh of relief, but his brows pinch together when he hears the water stop. Frown deep as he looks back down the hall, he hops onto an arm of the couch, scoops up a book and waits for whatever trial Inigo has unintentionally set up for him.]

Gee, Inigo. I'll be sure to keep advice in mind. [A brief comment, and he doesn't even look up as he does so, simply turning a page.] Maybe if you'd keep it down?

You're deflecting, Owain. Or should I say -- [He holds up his fingers as quotation marks.] -- "parrying"?

[Ugh, he hates it when Owain takes the high and mighty road like this. Especially when he makes a show of avoiding eye contact and ignoring him otherwise. And what for? Inigo was just enjoying a refreshing shower and a good song at the same time. It wasn't like he did anything wrong. The landlord didn't even come up to complain.

This time.]

Whatever. Just make sure the furniture's back in place when you're done LARPing. I'm going to have a guest later.

[That's Inigo talk for "I think I might actually succeed in bringing a girl over later." Which, as long as they have lived together, never came true. But he's keeping hope alive.]

[The slightest twitch in his hand as if it's answering to the comment, and Owain looks up after closing the book.] - Look, if you're not even gonna be serious about it then don't try. They mean the same thing anyway.

[Brows pressed together, he moves off of the couch and starts gathering the various manuals and journals scattered around the area. He doesn't mind the comments every now and then, it's water off a duck's back if anything. Even if things build up, he takes it with a grain of salt, only lets out an audible sigh at the 'LARP' crack before his attention perks up. ]

Brady's back in town? [He looks over with a stack of books, raising a brow. Excuse him for the misconception, but Inigo with... guests.]

[Owain probably didn't mean anything by bringing up their mutual friend, but Inigo's not very rational during their tiffs so, of course, he takes it to mean something else: an attack on his failtastic love life.]

No. Not Brady!

[He simmers down afterwards, though it's not by much.]

I was talking about lady friends but -- ugh! Like you would know a thing about that. Forget it!

[Unable to take any more affronts to his ego, Inigo angrily marches to his bedroom and slams the door behind him.]

Huh? Inig- [Annnd that's the door, that was the slamming of the door oh maaan. He didn't hurt Inigo's feelings, right? ... Right?] —geeze.

[Staring where the other had been just moments ago, he spare a glance at the living room before looking back in the direction of the bedrooms. Another audible sigh and he drops the books on the couch before hurrying down the hall. Knocking at the door now, other hand on his side.] Inigo? Inigo, come on! I didn't mean it!

[ -whatever it was.]

[Of course, Inigo's feelings are hurt. But to be fair, the slightest thing can wound his pride, so there isn't much Owain ought to feel guilty for -- he should know this by now. Anyway, Inigo's on the other side of the door Owain pounds, dressing slowly as possible to drag out the guilt trip and to think of what to say.

Moments later, the door swings open and there stands a dressed Inigo, frowning.

Well, at least he's not crying?]

Oh, no, of course you didn't mean it! Owain never means it!

[That's not to say he likes hurting his friends' feelings! Besides, if he doesn't get the problem right now, he knows it'll come back to bite him in the rear later on, as it always has (in the form of a phone call from a mother). The longer his call goes without an answer, the more Owain can feel his eyes rolling - he leans against the doorway, brows together at the accusation.]

What is that supposed to mean? [At least he isn't crying, yeah.] I just thought something special was happening - I mean, you never bring anyone over...

[Owain. Owain stop -]

...

[Yes, Owain. Stop. Listen to your mun.]

[And Inigo slumps with a sigh, head hanging with shame.]

No -- I don't have anything planned. I'm heading out and I hope to bring someone back. It seemed as if you were rubbing my success -- [He's too optimistic to call it failure.] -- rate in my face.

Why would I- [Clearing his throat because no abort that sentence.] Nevermind, don't answer that.

Look, I'm sure you'll.... find someone to bring back? [Gods, he doesn't have experience with this at all and it's Inigo, so this is more than weird...] Where you planning to go anyway?

[Of course it's weird. It's Inigo and his ~emotions~.]

South Town. This new cafe has opened there, and it's stylish place...a hit with the ladies, so I was thinking of going there by myself to get a lay of the land...

[And then, a sudden idea hits him with the force of a brick and he looks up, meeting Owain's gaze with shining, hopeful eyes.]

Of course, I don't have to go alone...

[Seriously. He needs to have someone on speed dial so he actually knows what to do in these situations. He's a little distracted when Inigo talks, barely registering the words because after the first five places that have been brought up, they all start to sound the same.]

Sheesh, where do you hear about these—

[Did he - oh, he is. Oh man, he is and that's where Owain's face falls.]

- there's gotta be someone else you can take.

Edited (FACE EATERS) 2013-06-26 23:52 (UTC)

Please.

[Before that accursed, two-letter word can come out of Owain's mouth, Inigo lurches forward and captures his hands, desperately squeezing them as he looks up into his eyes.]

Please, come with me as my wingman! You are the only one I can rely on!

[Mainly because a) Owain's there now and b) the other candidates would probably avoid him at all costs anyway.]

I'll do anything you want! Dishes, laundry, picking up your dry-cleaning. Anything!

Which pretty much means I'm supposed to make you look good. [He's pulling a face at this, trying to tug his hands free but there's two problems: Inigo, and pleading Inigo.

Curse his inability to say no to his friends.] I've got a feeling this isn't going to work out - for either of us.

[But...]

.... But fine.

[It's an unspoken rule that any wingman Inigo has exists for the sole purpose of making him look better by comparison (only to have it horrifically and rightfully backfire, anyway) so Inigo says nothing about that, choosing to hug Owain tightly.]

Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret this, Owain!

[Yes you will.]

[Everyone is going to regret it because knowing Owain, he's going to put on a show once they get there, proclaiming Inigo's 'accomplishments' to the Heavens above. If he's going to miserable, he might as well do something he enjoys while it happens.]

You say that now but just wait until all eyes are on us - [Pause, and in the middle of the hug (which Owain is half squirming away from and half returning), he catches a familiar scent.]

... Are you using my shampoo?

[Inigo expects Owain to put on one of his shows. In fact, he hopes for it. It'll give him the opportunity to swoop down in for the kill, so to speak, and charm the ladies.]

So, chop-chop! Go get dressed! They should be piling in for Happy Hour! And --

[Erk.

Inigo almost stumbles as he tries to coax Owain into walking back to his room. He recovers and, as always, tries to play it off that he didn't hear him.]

N-Nonsense! Anyway, we better hurry! Time is money!

Hey, wai- [He's going, he's going! While he knows the answer to his own question, he can't help the eye roll once he's back in his room. He gets dressed, and even make sure he has the best stories at the ready when he comes back out and waits in the living room.

... Which is still a mess but they can take care of that later, right?]

[Take care of the mess in the living room? When pigs fly, Owain.

Or when either of their mothers come over to visit. Whichever comes first.]

Ready?

[Inigo's primed and ready when he steps back out. He gives Owain a brief once-over then shrugs.]

That'll do.

[Just as long as he doesn't get upstaged, he could care less what Owain wears!

This will end well.]

[Which means that Owain actually will clean it sooner or later. A warrior such as himself needs ideal living quarters after all.

... Or when their mothers visit is always a good threat. Either way, Owain is straightening up and at the ready when Inigo returns - it's casual clothing, loose and nothing over the top. A nod and he starts to get back into character, despite the bad feeling in the back of his head.]

If you find it satisfactory, then let's head off. [Although he is squinting for the comment - 'that'll do'?]

[And so. The sojourn to the new cafe in South Town went as well as ninety-percent of Inigo's other attempts at picking up some ladies.

In other words, it was disastrous.

While Owain managed to somehow charm the ladies gathered there with his tales of this, that, and the third -- and in some uber dorky voice often heard at Ren Fairs -- and snagged up at least five numbers, Inigo got a "drop dead," a drink to the face, and a request to get Owain's phone number by a cute girl who was too shy to approach him.

Needless to say, Inigo was left devastated. So when they trudged back home, the first thing he set out to do was lick his wounds. But not before he gave Owain a piece of his mind. Or something.]

I can't believe this! They liked you over me! YOU! Ugh!

[He collapses onto the couch and almost curls up into a pathetic ball -- he would have, if Owain himself wasn't there.]

[It had been unexpected - Owain had worked in earnest to vouch for Inigo but by the time the 'drop dead' comment had hit the air, it was less making him look good and more keeping him in one piece. When they get back, he's letting go of whatever hold he has on the other and retreating to the kitchen. Tossing the numbers into the waste, he heads to the living room just in time to hear the comment.]

How was I supposed to know girls there would actually be into that kind of thing? Usually they hate it. [Considering the majority of their friends, he has a point.] I don't think you were trying hard enough, either.

... That's just me though. [Hands up in defense.]

I wasn't trying hard enough!? I nearly emptied out my wallet there! And every compliment I could think of? Shot down!

And then you come along, with tales of sword-fighting and wizardry and...augh!

[Palms coming up to his face, he slumps and lets out an anguished (but ultimately tear-less) wail.]

That's it! No more of this. I'm giving up! For good!

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