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gameofsocks ([personal profile] gameofsocks) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-11-14 03:30 pm

random scenario;

THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0



- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
- Have fun!



TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!




ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honour → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hatesex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knifeplay, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?
tearsinajar: supersuits / ij (pic#10733601)

elena fisher | uncharted | ota

[personal profile] tearsinajar 2016-11-14 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
( open to anything (except sex - extreme), if unsure feel free to shoot me a pm/poke me in comment; m/f for any sex/ship, ota for the rest, au and cross-canon welcome )
blackeye: (:>)

5-7 - will defer to your judgement for the specifics of their CR!

[personal profile] blackeye 2016-11-14 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[They'd been best friends in college before graduation had sent them on their separate ways: Meghan to Navy OCS, then intel school, then BUD/S, Elena to - well, she hadn't exactly kept track. It didn't help that the Navy had always found something to keep her busy with. There was always some flashpoint that needed handling in one way or another, always some pencilneck breathing down her neck about some imminent geopolitical crisis. And so getting leave feels like nothing short of deliverance.

The first order of business is hitting the bars. It's just how sailors do. She's dressed casually enough in a polo shirt and cargo pants, and she pauses in the doorway as she sees Elena seated on a barstool.

Perhaps there are better, more nuanced ways of reuniting with a best friend after the years have passed. But Meghan has always been one for cutting the metaphorical Gordian knot. And so she strolls up, claps Elena on the shoulder, and takes the barstool next to her.]


You oughta be careful about leaving your flanks unsecure like this.

[She motions to the bartender, revealing the tattoo sleeves, intricate Samoan designs starting at the wrists of both arms and going all the way up to under the sleeves of her polo.]

Who knows who'll pop in?
rebreathe: ({25})

Matsuura Kanan | Love Live Sunshine

[personal profile] rebreathe 2016-11-14 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[no prompts under ⑥, please.]
montgomeryscotty: (012)

Montgomery Scott | Star Trek reboot | OTA

[personal profile] montgomeryscotty 2016-11-14 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ M/F for shipping, OTA for gen. ]
sexy_bluebox: (Discuss)

[personal profile] sexy_bluebox 2016-11-15 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Would you be interested in a bit of cross-canon?]
dooshbag: (pic#)

julian keller | marvel

[personal profile] dooshbag 2016-11-14 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
interdependent: (003)

Alfred Pennyworth | DCEU | OTA

[personal profile] interdependent 2016-11-14 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
rrrgh: 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 (Default)

X-23 | Marvel

[personal profile] rrrgh 2016-11-14 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
ymbrynes: (tumblr_ofkw7o54E71vh7tz7o9_r1_250)

Alma Peregrine | Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

[personal profile] ymbrynes 2016-11-14 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[F/F for ships, ask about any smutty.]
fallenfirebender: ([rage] Last Gasp)

Angst - 1: Injury/Illness

[personal profile] fallenfirebender 2016-11-20 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Just going to set us a nice neutral beginning that doesn't impose relationships on either of us... You can find Azula's battered body collapsed on the side of a road somewhere.]]
tinkermage: (Default)

Alcander | Avadon 2: The Corruption | OTA

[personal profile] tinkermage 2016-11-14 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
bullrider: (Default)

Jack Twist | Brokeback Mountain | M/M for smut

[personal profile] bullrider 2016-11-14 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Edited 2016-11-14 08:29 (UTC)

hana "d.va" song ( overwatch )

[personal profile] l2p 2016-11-14 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
( ask first for any smut prompts. ota for everything else! )
comingupexplody: (Default)

[personal profile] comingupexplody 2016-11-15 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[How about 3-3 with junkyboy here? (aka mindreading crack!)]
chartthestars: (Default)

John Silver | Treasure Planet

[personal profile] chartthestars 2016-11-14 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Open to all prompts minus sex and extreme crack prompts.]
kaecilius: (Default)

Kaecilius | mcu | ota

[personal profile] kaecilius 2016-11-14 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
oremus: (Default)

marcus keane | the exorcist | ota

[personal profile] oremus 2016-11-14 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
pythianwoman: (tearstained face)

RNG gave me 2-5, which seemed slightly appropriate

[personal profile] pythianwoman 2016-11-14 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Zoey has always known that being who, being what, she is, is dangerous. That seeing what she sees, knowing what she knows, would lead her into dangerous situations. Or draw the attention of people, of things that would want to use her abilities as a seer for their own... nefarious purposes. And she knows what lurks in the shadows, knows the sort of evils that dwell in the darkness. She’s seen them. Felt them.

Tasted the blood and darkness they left in their wake.

But she never let that stop her from acting, let it stop her from doing everything in her power to prevent what the portents show her. No matter the beings whose paths she crossed. No matter what it was she angered.

Sometimes, though, there’s no good choice. Sometimes it’s a choice between saving someone else, and keeping herself safe. And she chooses the other, every time. He’s a priest. Was. Is. Standing fast against the darkness.

Marcus. His name is Marcus.

And they want him. Want to take him. Break him. Destroy him. Everything he is. So she sets herself between him and the forces of evil seeking to hurt him, without thought. Without hesitation. Aware of exactly what she’s bringing down on her own head. One of the perils of her gift. Of being a seer.

It doesn’t make it any easier. The knowing.

The creature who sought Marcus is furious with her, at being refused its prey, at her interference, and she’s paying for it in blood. She doesn’t know where she is, anymore, where it took her, but the stone table is cold against her back and the shackles holding her in place cut at her skin. She hurts, oh gods how she hurts; she feels as though she’s on fire, and she can scarcely breathe for the pain. The taste of blood is metallic on her tongue, in her throat. This close she can feel the evil radiating from her torturer, taste it, and she knows exactly how inhuman it is. It wants her to scream, wants to know how she knew what it wanted, WHO it wanted. And she’s not giving it the satisfaction. She can’t.

She won’t.
lucifermorningstar: (Tell me your desires)

Putting a spin on Gen #15

[personal profile] lucifermorningstar 2016-11-15 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Wherever Marcus is waking up, be it his own place or somewhere new, he'll be greeted by the smell of breakfast cooking. Bacon, eggs, fresh coffee, all the wonderful scents to put a weary mind at ease. At least at first. He may not know who this random man is. They've never met face to face. Even as a man of the cloth he probably won't even get a sense of who he really is. It's not every day you have the Devil in your kitchen making you omelets. He's been around long enough to have picked up a few things, so he even has some hand chopped vegetables like onions and peppers to go in said omelets. Lucifer is wearing an apron and softly humming to himself while pushing a fluffy looking morsel onto a plate with cheese absolutely oozing out of it. He barely casts a glance towards the sound of someone joining him.

"It may not be a full english but there's plenty to go around." A motion towards an empty seat with his spatula.

"Pour yourself some coffee and have a seat. Also what do you want in yours?" Completely casual as if he's been living here with the old priest the whole time.
204degrees: Looking into the camera, wearing a headset (Default)

Johnny Storm | The Fantastic Four (2005)

[personal profile] 204degrees 2016-11-14 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
greenscientist: (Default)

gen - nice to meet you

[personal profile] greenscientist 2016-11-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: something along the lines of Bruce being there to talk science with Reed and they run into each other? idk it was either him or daredevil and I was having trouble coming up with scenarios, much muse love for Johnny Storm!]
204degrees: Looking into the camera, wearing a headset (Default)

[personal profile] 204degrees 2016-11-17 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[That sounds good. You wanna start?]
greenscientist: (in the lab)

[personal profile] greenscientist 2016-11-17 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He wasn't really sure what kind of welcome he'd get. After all, one didn't just invite Bruce Banner into one's laboratory without knowing about his alter ego. However, Reed had seemed awfully eager about getting his opinion on some new kind of radiation and being that he was in town (and couldn't think of a good excuse not to) he found himself at Fantastic Four headquarters.

The place was a lot bigger than he expected. Hopefully Dr. Richards had warned the others they were getting company. He'll try to be as inconspicuous as possible.
204degrees: Looks worried (Uh-oh)

[personal profile] 204degrees 2016-11-23 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Reed had enthusiastically told everyone about Dr. Banner's visit at the morning meeting. Johnny had only halfly aid attention however because most if the time those meeting were awfully dull. He'd much rather sleep in. By the time Bruce did show up he had mostly forgot about it. So when Bruce stepped in he was assaulted by a football Johnny was playing around with. Hopefully he had good reaction times.
greenscientist: (uh oh trouble)

[personal profile] greenscientist 2016-11-23 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce had an excellent reaction time, a skill honed by being paranoid for many years. But unfortunate for Johnny, his reaction wasn't to catch the ball. It was to duck. The ball sailed past him and sounded like it hit something breakable. Bruce winced, hoping that wasn't something important.
nanaharu: (( hibiscus ))

Haruka Nanase | Free! | OTA, m/m for ships

[personal profile] nanaharu 2016-11-14 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Edited 2016-11-14 10:33 (UTC)
stressors: (pic#10667286)

shirogane takashi ( voltron: ld )

[personal profile] stressors 2016-11-14 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
impulsors: (see this is us; the exit is here.)

sorry, sorry.

[personal profile] impulsors 2016-11-14 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ the way keith'd tell it, the story goes like this: it's lance's fault.

lance's fault that they showed up to the first official meeting with the ruling-minister in full regalia: black-green-red-blue-yellow in a line, straight-backed and armored, lions luminous and looming behind them, tails snapping away the frost of the rising day. ("they kept us waiting for ten days. don't we want them to take us seriously?") the castle hanging above like the skeleton of a moon -- reminder, as allura'd put it, of the price to overconfidence. galra scouts had come once before -- to this system, to this planet. sooner, later, in years or weeks or hours -- the timing's irrelevant. armies will swarm after, and it's delusional, nonsensical, irresponsible, to hang onto neutrality in a war waged across the stars.

it'd been a pretty good speech, ringing in the snow-crusted square and up to every bony spire, bell-bright in the wintry air. under its echoes, the locals looked at each other as they had in every meeting before, blank as dolls and mute beneath their filigreed half-masks, each set of rounding shoulders drawn bolt-straight -- but their prime minister'd stepped forward in the end, clasped a paw over each of allura's startling hands before she could pull away. you, your court: be welcome to the ministry of necessity, it said in husky, fluting notes; something pale winked in the hollow of an eyehole. per your needs, and your proof of goodwill, we start rites for negotiation tomorrow.

what do you mean, the princess'd said, sharp-etched, proof of goodwill?

but a wind whistled through the square, snarling frost through their thready coats, and lance'd chattered over her in a hurry-hurry-losing-toes-hurry. after all, they've seen this kinda attitude a thousand times before: culture suspicious of a new force, strangers coming in promising peace and safety from the evil empire, totally understandable. guys like them don't have to worry, though -- and aren't the lions are the biggest proof they've got? see, it means that these were the brave paladins of voltron, son! defenders of the universe! and seriously, don't they have any kind of heating around the place!

silence.

very well, the minister had said. as your proof, the lion of your speaker will be sufficient. and so -- until the happy conclusion, you, our guests; it, your anchor. it palmed over its face; its mask sank like a star. behind the stitchery, a smile knifed out, all teeth and mirrored eyes. we beg that you play fair with us.

five days tumble by. bushy-tailed attendants, bustling in green velvet coats, clear three pale floors at the top of the ministry for voltron's savior-paladins. the blue lion vanishes, and lance crashes with a headache trying to trace her. they're coaxed into a tour through a city that lives, by whim and will, under a perpetual winter. they wander along its sleek avenues and wind-whittled towers, through crowds lumbering black tracks across the snow in coats stitched with embroidery and perpetual frost. the paladins are introduced to the massive, silent citizenry, settled into private suites, measured for masks and gaudy thermal coats of their own, trousers and fitted shirts. ("what do you think?" shiro says, tugging a lapel, and keith walks into a door.) they're taught the basic laws of negotiation: when to deal, when to toss your hand, the best point in the game to raise one's stakes, the structure and shape of a winning hand.

as it turns out, there's a a thin gap between trade and gamble. the ministry of necessity's chosen to eliminate the distinction.

keith keeps count. two weeks out from landing. five since the official negotiations opened. no word yet on when they'll finish -- but from the tight line of allura's shoulders when she comes back after dark, the end's nowhere in sight. the latest player's brought some inherited device to the table, she confesses on the third day, grim-browed. i believe they're planning to make the game more difficult as i improve.

he lasts until the fifth day.

there's only a few places they can store a lion here, he bites out, like scraping frost off his teeth. we've seen them. we've seen half the city either in these games or running them. as long as we head out during the day, no one's going to catch us. we can't spend another two weeks just sitting around--

but hunk only shakes his head to keith's gesturing, backs away; pidge points out, reasonably, that there's not a lot they're going to be able to do by themselves; lance whirls right back and snaps at him, balled fists and jaw drawn sharp -- five days without blue's connection, keith realises, for the first time since they'd kicked off from earth. whatever else they think, four out of six agree: losing the blue lion's not a risk they can take. and besides, keith, the princess said, quiet and settled at the last: ten galra scouting pods came last, and they left without leaving a mark on the planet. that was three centuries ago. every map we've had suggests zarkon was expanding towards this sector -- and abandoned it after their report. there must be some reason for that, and it's a reason worth finding.

which leaves -- well.

it isn't as if shiro hasn't been around for the arguments and fuming silences, reason after reason after reason. but lance keeps leaping into the fray, all crackling temper and nervy pacing, and allura's there to preside with cooler logic while shiro pulls lance aside. and here's the ugly truth of things: keith's a paladin, clumsy with his words, a boy with real companions for the first time in years -- and still, it's only shiro's lead he knows how to take.

so he waits -- waits until the night wanes and the heavy, dappling light of two moons drags across the shield-bright floor. waits until his teeth ache and his fists knuckle against the cold. they each retire, slumping and shivering. shiro heads back to his own suite, and keith follows -- catches the knob with a hand before it clicks, slides through, and shuts the door behind him. ]


We have to do something.
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[personal profile] stressors 2016-11-17 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ if there is one thing he'll take away from this massive distraction -- it's that he isn't a gambling man. he comes to the apparent realization long before they sit him down, before they put the cards in his hands and tell him to keep them close, closer. he's never been to vegas despite how close he'd been stationed to the city in the desert, back when he was just an ordinary cadet and impressionable and certainly younger than twenty-one.

teens will be teens, after all, and he remembers the games they'd play with bottle caps and rations and even stolen ammo collected in a pot within their circle. it's only because the noise stretched past curfew that they'd gotten caught, that he'd had his first real mark of disciplinary action on his record (only to be overlooked, eventually -- because awards and merits later, the academy would think that teens would be teens, and consider the silly situation to be a lost remnant to the past). it might've been his mother's warning in a letter. or, strangely enough, it might've been iverson. gambling, when it becomes a habit, becomes everything that matters. stay clear, cadet. that sort of thing can take control of your life, very easy. take it from someone with experience.

keith is wrong in this case, about lance. the way it goes, shiro figures they would've taken one of the lions either way.

he doesn't know what to make of this planet, of its ice storms, and its sculptures delicately molded out of the frozen landscape in even planes or sharper edges -- mirrors slatted on the architecture as far as the eye can see. for one, it's beautiful, maybe in the way a polished stone might be beautiful. superficial. he doesn't know what to make of a culture where the citizens gamble everything -- currency, their food, the fine clothes on their backs.

everything's graced in black and white save for a few splashes of color here and there: the vibrant green robes of their attendants for one; the flourishes the ministry's made to their garments, red tucked around keith's neck, or yellow stuffed into hunk's pocket. he sees the brightest colors on the most valuable players of the game, and thinks of tropical birds preening. their masks keep anonymity and emotion balanced, but he doesn't fail to notice every visible eye sneaking glances, or poker faces openly enthralled at the sight of allura's trailing gown, even with all of its subdued pallor.

they -- allowed me to wear it, she told him, albeit perplexedly. is there a particular reason you ask?

the games have been so hectic, it's no wonder it's taken this long for keith to begin gnashing his teeth. it keeps them all preoccupied, trying to learn the way of the play, trying to keep up. never mind that the table changes with every new dealer, every new night, and they're left scrambling to keep the new rules separate from the old with every game introduced to them. keith barges into his room, and maybe shiro's a little tired, world-weary from having to keep appearances and entertain company that amounted to fickle children in the guise of a real ministry all day, and -

he's had to deal with this starched shirt for hours. let him loosen his tie and unbutton in peace. ]


I was wondering when you'd show up.
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[personal profile] impulsors 2016-11-17 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ he'd come with a half-worked speech, nerves crackling, momentum roiling hot in fists and steps and spine -- but every syllable stalls out. his chin jerks up; his step stutters; his fists sway like anchors left to dry. there's moonlight, a bone-pale pool. the whitened line of brow and mouth and jaw. heavy shoulders, and a heavier sigh through all the shadows between them. fingers pinching, and the flash of a button beneath --

he should turn away. he should.

but this is shiro, after all. ]


I'm going. [ blade-bright, ringing clear. ] You heard the princess -- they're rigging the game. We can't just wait around until they decide they're bored of playing with us.
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[personal profile] stressors 2016-11-17 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Hold on.

[ it's a sterner note, harder than his voice has been in a while, sharp with the exhaustion that's piled on in the days they've been kept hostage for a game they can barely play. ]

I know you're frustrated. [ it shows on keith, after all. he's vicious these days, shoulders drawn with his frayed nerves and all of the exigency that the rest of the team's kept hidden as best as they can. but in the end - ] We all are.

[ lance, too. and coran with his occasional panicked outbursts, his exaggerated doting upon the princess. it's only a matter of time before something blows up, and shiro's frankly surprised they've lasted this long without collateral, without lance or keith, or even pidge or hunk, taking it upon themselves to make mayhem into the night.

but here he is, blowing out a sigh that feels like it's been a long time coming, shrugging off the shoulders of his shirt just to breathe without the stiff sleeves, the thick cloth constricting his rib cage. another full night's sleep gets laid by the wayside, and he gestures with the brief cant of his head towards the desk in the corner, for keith to sit. ]


But we're not just waiting, Keith.
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[personal profile] impulsors 2016-11-18 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ a moment, suspended.

he doesn't move. the door's at his back, shut but no barrier, knob slick as glass beneath his gritting fingertips. light glosses silver across a ragged curl just below shiro's collarbone (a scar, a new scar, and the thought comes in a red-heavy haze, a spark away from striking), dusts his shoulder's curve, the thinner turn of a wrist.

but no -- keith wrenches his head up. he knows he's right, and the surety's an itch: that they have to go, have to know better than to put their faith in a ministry, of all things, to treat voltron with the seriousness it deserves. for three centuries, the ministry's seen an unprecedented peace; it can't understand the fear under which the rest of the galaxy shivers and crawls. ]


Yeah? It feels that way.

[ a surety, a shared frequency: inertia gets them nowhere. but he breathes in, an airless crack; the air knots tight in his lungs. the first step takes a jerk -- wrist like an awkward pendulum, forth and back -- before he goes pistoning forward in short strides to the corner in a blind, driven line, one and two and three --

a thud rattles the desk; an ashy curse pitches after it. ]
Edited 2016-11-18 00:11 (UTC)
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Arthur "A.C." Curry / Aquaman | Smallvile (DCTV)

[personal profile] fishjokes 2016-11-14 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
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roy mustang ( fma: brotherhood )

[personal profile] accends 2016-11-14 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
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Action 3: Chase!

[personal profile] fallenfirebender 2016-11-20 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Azula had been booted out of her home reality by the all powerful 'Spirits' that roam the world of the Avatar. Well, she'd kind of asked for that, but that was all a very long story and not all that important right now. What was important was getting away from the men on her tail.

She didn't know anything about this world or anything about the people here, no idea who they were. Just that she'd somehow gotten into the wrong place at the wrong time and now she needed to get away.

She darted through the city streets, looking back at the people pursuing her briefly before turning her attention forwards. She flung her hand out backwards, sending an arc of blue flame out behind her. But...there was no spark point. There was no flame there, and then suddenly there was, right out of the palm of her hand.

She continued running forwards, but since she hadn't been paying attention to the front as she lashed out behind herself, she collided head first with another person.
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Cloud Strife | FFVII (crisis core)

[personal profile] backwatertrooper 2016-11-14 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[No smut, ask about crack! m/m for shipping.]
fallenfirebender: ([human] Surprise)

Gen 3 - Lost

[personal profile] fallenfirebender 2016-11-20 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
What a strange place... The Spirits of her home had dropped Azula off in a completely foreign world, not even connected to the Fire Nation by paths mortals could normally cross. She wandered around with her neck craned upwards, looking around in awe and wonder.

That was how she collided with a man, but certainly not hard enough to knock either off their feet. She stared up at him, surprise clear on her face. "Your hair is like sunlight," she murmured, and reached up to try and grab a lock.
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Ghanima Atreides | Children of Dune (Film) | OTA

[personal profile] ghani 2016-11-14 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
Let's skip the smut.
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BT-7274 | Titanfall 2

[personal profile] bt_7274 2016-11-14 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[No smut, romance, or fluff, please! He's a 40 tonne robot after all....]
mcor: (3)

1-9

[personal profile] mcor 2016-11-15 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ combat training in virtual reality was one thing, but doing it all in the heat of battle was something else entirely. he couldn't help but think he'd lucked out of their first titan on titan battle, relying on BT to do all the (literal) heavy lifting. they'd won, but Cooper doubted they'd be that lucky in the future without getting his skills up to snuff.

60 kilometers was plenty of time to get impromptu training in, learning the ins and outs of the entire pilot kit. running alongside BT was the least efficient form of travel, and probably slowest, but it was a good way to practice and keep his mind off the full insanity of their situation. after a few near-lethal wall runs, saved only by BT's intervention, he'd finally managed to make it continuously between canyon walls with the grace of a drunken mountain goat. the jumps were rough, but it was something, and a far improvement over his attempts only a few hours ago.

he's not entirely sure how BT feels, if BT actually had thoughts on their unlikely partnership, or how he felt watching Cooper slide off walls like he had no sense of self preservation. he's not entirely sure if it's polite to ask either. ]


So... think we can blame gravity for that last crap attempt?

[ awkward conversation is a go. he doesn't know what titans talk about, or if they even conversed with their pilots in their downtime, but awkward conversation beat the silence. it also took attention away from his repeated failed attempts to make it more than a few hundred feet without falling off and into BT's always waiting hand. ]
bt_7274: (¤ 001)

Ayyy hello again!

[personal profile] bt_7274 2016-11-15 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[BT doesn't get to choose who his Pilot will be, he didn't ask to be linked to another, and while he recognises there was no other feasible choice, that it was Lacrimosa's last wish, the only thing BT truly gets to decide is how he feels about rifleman Jack Cooper.

60 kilometers is quite the march indeed, but beyond their protocols, Titans don't have much use for keeping track of the passage of time - that sort of behaviour is entirely a human construct. No, instead, it was with statistics and cold, hard, infallible calculations that BT watched (and sometimes intervened).

Ultimately, he trusts Lacrimosa's judgement. This is the man he was mentoring, after all, and though BT cannot feel anxiety (or much of anything else, for that matter), he cannot overlook the immense burden that now rests on Cooper's shoulders. Neither of them were prepared were this outcome.]


Negative. Gravity is a fixed construct, and not a variable. [Ah, that's... very reassuring.] If there is anything to blame, it is the swift and relentless nature of our missions. I understand that this is overwhelming. Even I am uncertain of the outcome.

But you are trying, and you are improving.
mcor: (Default)

like HFCS I'm everywhere, hello!!

[personal profile] mcor 2016-11-15 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ joking with BT is a lot like joking with a robot... which well, it kind of was. but thinking of BT as just a titan felt wrong, when he's shown more personality than Cooper could have ever imagined. he'd heard stories of the bond between titan and pilot, but he hadn't imagined that they'd have a mind of their own, acting like copilots instead of just mechanical assistance. the others he'd met, run of the mill Tones and Scorches, had never been so individualistic. ]

You sure? Felt a little heavier up there. I'm feeling the same thing down here in the dirt, but that just might be the days events finally catching up to me.

[ crash landing, nearly being eaten.... and dragging titan batteries back and forth like a glorified waterboy. or that heavy feeling could have come from falling, unsure footing, and the sudden reminder that they were stuck on a hostile planet, hoping to finish a mission he knew nothing about. he sighs as he stands, patting the dirt off his suit and feeling sheepish at the praise. all they could ask for now was improvement, even if just minor. ]

If you keep doling out praise like that, I'm gonna end up with an overinflated ego. [ but it still felt good to hear, either way. ] I'm just finally putting everything I learned in sim to use, never thought I'd need it all this soon.

[ what a bummer of a topic. he falls quiet as he falls into pace with BT, wondering if he could say something further.

as strange as it sounded, he worried more about BT than himself. if the constant affirmations that he wasn't going to leave weren't enough, the chatter to keep morale up was another attempt. everything he couldn't write in his log book, things too unprofessional or just too personal, came out in some form of assurance or idea. ]


Hey, mark a target on my HUD. At least a hundred meters out.
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It isn't a bad thing ok, I'm so glad this game gets some love!!

[personal profile] bt_7274 2016-11-17 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
Positive. [But to be sure, he runs a quick analysis of Typhon's atmosphere - the results of which are projected before the two of them. Next to "gravity" are the figures "9.724m/s²". Not much lower than Earth's, but the difference is negligible.] What you are feeling is likely the cumulative effects of stress from the past few hours. Were we not pressed for time, I would advise rest and hydration.

[But alas, here they are. Though if nothing else, Cooper could at least nap in the cockpit while BT marched forth. Wouldn't be too comfy, but a nap's a nap.]

I am certain it was not Lastimosa's intent to have you on the field so soon. And though you may call it praise, such concepts are beyond my abilities.

[AKA these are facts.]

Is something wrong, Pilot?
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just doing my part for titan-bro appreociation

[personal profile] mcor 2016-11-17 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks Doc, wouldn't have guessed it myself.

[ part sarcasm, part relief that maybe there was a valid explanation as to why he felt like he'd just been through the wringer. as nice as sleep sounded, he was too wired from the day's events to do anything but pace, thoughts racing as they continued the slow progress towards something on the horizon. at the question of if something was wrong, he shook his head, not entirely sure how to answer. plenty was wrong, but whining never did anyone any good. ]

Nothing's wrong. [ not very convincing, bro ] Just finding a way to kill time without waking the entire jungle, and I figured having a goal that isn't 53 klicks out would do me some good.

[ walking sucked, walking through uncharted jungle with IMC on their heels sucked just a bit more. he's half convinced every noise is either a prowler or drone, and the constant high alert made every few feet seem like an eternity. ]

It's just Cooper. If I get to call you BT, fair's fair, unless you got another nickname you prefer.
bt_7274: (¤ 001)

Ayy sorry for the delay. Work is a butt.

[personal profile] bt_7274 2016-11-24 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Even without their neural link, Cooper's cadence alone is enough of an indication that something is awry, and while BT is capable of baseline conjecture based on his understanding of the human psyche, his logic is only so flexible.

At the end of the day, and for all the things he's come to learn during his time with Lastimosa, BT is still just an AI.]


I understand - having a short term goal is a form of positive reinforcement. Marking your HUD now.

[And true to his word, a marker should be appearing.]

BT is sufficient. [On top of already being kind of a nickname.] Beyond that, I have no preference.

[He lapses into silence after that. It's likely awkward, but luckily, after several more paces:]

Cooper.

[It's both a call for his attention, and a venture into familiarising himself with this new protocol.]
mcor: (2)

no worries! holidays get crazy busy

[personal profile] mcor 2016-11-24 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the silence is awkward. it's the type of silence where people just babble just to fill the void, but Cooper's so caught up in his own world that for the most part, it goes unnoticed. ]

BT, hard to shorten that even more than it already is. [ he repeats the letters out loud several times in hopes that some spark of genius will come to him, but nothing does. after a few more minutes, he gives up. ] And... nothing. Ask me later, after a few beers and once all the new guy jitters go away.

[ it's a long term plan, very long term considering he was still acting pilot, and about about five story missions away from any free time to sit down and drink. but it's nice to think of something else besides their current slog, and as awful as he felt thinking it, incredible to call himself a pilot, even if he had been field promoted in the worst way possible.

it takes a moment for him to realize BT's calling him Cooper now, and calling for his attention. he looks up, sidearm at eye level out of pure habit. his heart rate spikes to an erratic 170 as he waits for something to jump out at BT's call. ]


See something I don't, BT?
bt_7274: (¤ 002)

And December isn't even here yet...

[personal profile] bt_7274 2016-11-25 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I will make a note of it.

[And you know what, he actually does leave a note to himself: Refer back to Pilot Jack Cooper when appropriately inebriated. Once set, it shrinks into the corner of their HUDs, unobtrusive, and admittedly, easily forgotten.

Unless you're an AI.

With one large, mechanical hand, BT grips a low ganging branch, tugging it upward to clear a path for his pilot. Sure, his jump suit is well calibrated to its new user by now, but unnecessary physical exertion is ill-advised.]


On the contrary, perhaps it is you that sees something I do not. I urge you to speak your mind wherever you are uncertain as I cannot help you while ignorant of your apprehension.

[And then, as an afterthought:]

...it would also be a direct violation of my third protocol.
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the best yet worst time of year

[personal profile] mcor 2016-11-25 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
You're actually going to hold me to that, huh? [ he waits a moment to see if the note vanishes... and of course it doesn't. ] Cute, real cute. Hope you're ready for some soul-crushing disappointment when I blank then too.

[ its going to be terrible, but he's more amused than anything else. it's hard to remember that BT takes his words verbatim, when the majority of their talks are as natural as speaking to another human. he gives BT a thumbs up as he avoids the branch, feeling his blood pressure slowly fall back to normal ranges. it's nothing, and really, he feels kind of like a scrub who just got dropped blindly into his first mission. BT's notice, and he gives a small confession. ]

Just crazy on edge. Pretty sure all this waiting and walking is killing me more than actual combat. My gut's telling me the local stalkers are gonna come back in hopes of finding an easy midnight snack. [ apprehension, that was a good word for it. he quickly adds on, just in case his answer sends BT through some crazy protocol loop. ]

Don't sweat it BT, protocol 3 can't cover paranoia.
bt_7274: (¤ 001)

I am (not) ready...

[personal profile] bt_7274 2016-11-28 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[After Jack passes under the branch, BT releases his grip, and with a low creak, it returns to its original position, over which BT lightly steps. For a 40 tonne robot, he's rather mindful of his surroundings.

For now, anyway. If Prowlers, or god forbid, IMC forces show up, all bets are off.]


Lastimosa would occasionally speak to me inebriated while off-duty - in that way, I came to learn many things about him I otherwise would not have while on the field of battle. [So what he's really saying is:] My "soul-crushing disappointment" aside, perhaps in a similar fashion, I can come to a deeper understanding of you, Cooper.

[Aka tell him all of your secrets, Jack. He won't tell anyone else, but by god he won't let you forget any of them either. Not because he's being intentionally cheeky, just... if it comes up, it comes up.

But at Jack's concerns, he once again goes quiet, and then with a gentle mechanical whirr, he half turns his upper boddy, his optic lens focusing on his new Pilot.]


Perhaps not, but there is little need for wariness of the local fauna. Their numbers mean little against my physical size.

I will protect you through the night.
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[personal profile] mcor 2016-11-28 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
There's not much to know. [ it's not a dismissal as much as it is self professed truth; there's been nothing particularly interesting about his life beyond joining the Militia, and even then there's hundreds of other riflemen who had the exact same story. ] Originally came from Earth, but Frontier life's all I know. I joined up after Demeter thinking I could make a difference, maybe even become a pilot one day. [ wait ] The normal way, not this way.

[ when it comes down to it, Lastimosa's probably got a way better stories to tell. the most Cooper could regale people with are stories of his serial dating habits, which he doesn't suspect is that interesting to giant robots who break love down into 4 terms.

but the offer is appreciated, and in better circumstances, would even be heartwarming. he looks up towards BT, expression stuck between grin and sheepishness, thankfully obscured by the helmet. ]


Thanks BT. You watch my back, and I'll watch yours.
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Hawkeye Pierce • M*A*S*H

[personal profile] swill 2016-11-14 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
ota, no smut, m/f for shipping, let's AU it up!
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[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2016-11-14 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[I could AU this lady as a doctor visiting Korea if you're cool with cross-canon.]
swill: n23-road.lj (ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴀʀᴛɪʟʟᴇʀʏ)

[personal profile] swill 2016-11-14 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[absolutely cool with it! :D]
primogen_vampirate: (Skeptical)

Fluff > Friendly Game

[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2016-11-14 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The assignment had proven a bit more difficult than expected. Passing for human was simple enough, especially given the fact that everyone turned down the food as much as possible. Even the nurses with whom Mina had been bunked made fudge and then tossed it in the bin without actually eating any. And certainly, keeping odd hours wasn't out of the ordinary. No one cared that she slept most of the day and emerged only at night.

The work itself wasn't too much of a hardship. True, Mina had to contend with more than a few men who were indignant to have her being the one to bark orders in the OR. But that was nothing new. And the injuries themselves, while gruesome, had yet to faze her all that much. It was hard to be surprised by the cruelty that men could inflict on other men. She had a stomach of iron. And enough pride to think herself capable of fixing any problem.

No, the real challenge, as she learned quickly, was the fact that boredom seemed to be the most contagious disease in the camp. Between bloody bouts, there were seemingly endless stretches of nothingness. She occupied herself with her books at first. But she finished all of them too quickly and had no interest in the sappy romantic novelas the nurses read. After that, she attempted to occupy herself with medical journals. But really, while the procedures were perfectly fascinating, there wasn't much practical application. Not out here. Not with the supplies they had.

Finally, rather embarrassingly, she'd taken something of a shine to the games of horseshoes some of the others had going. There weren't many games at night, but Mina was perfectly happy to linger outside on her own, tossing the horseshoes with better and better precision each time. And if her only company was an occasional word or two with the bloke in the high heels, as he passed with his guard rifle, well...so be it.
shokola: (dans leurs yeux)

technically angst: 1 but does not need to be angsty at all

[personal profile] shokola 2016-11-14 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[((and what war are they actually in for this cross-verse, i don't have a clue, but yolo))

Medical transport is hardly an unusual thing for Hawkeye Pierce to see in his line of work, but there's something a bit different about this case right from the start, when the familiar figure of Ralph Spina hops out of the driver's side (odd enough, since they've got their own aid station and surgeons to work with) and moves toward the passenger side instead of the back.

As soon as he gets the door open, a stream of quiet, mutinous complaints becomes audible - dumbest thing I ever heard, just gon' get in the way, any sense he'll send us both back - and sure enough, if the voice didn't already give it away, the slim little figure with the red cross armband around one arm of his jacket and black hair standing up in all directions does turn out to be a very sickly looking Doc Roe. With the good-natured patience of a service dog written all over his face, Spina loops an arm across Doc's back and under the opposite arm, nearly dragging him toward the tent.]


Sorry, Hawkeye, we couldn't think what else to do... looks like he's got mono, but we can't get him to stay put no matter what we try. Won't take any treatment, he keeps saying it's nothing. He's gonna make this serious if he keeps it up but we can't tie him down, and if he's with us he's gonna keep working.

You done, Spina? [Doc shoots Spina one of those rare looks sharp enough to make a man recoil, but Spina just pushes back his cap enough to scratch at his hair and holds his ground.] They're all makin' way too much of this, Pierce, just tell him to take me back
fallenfirebender: ([human] Dejection)

Azula could totally be Korean, somehow.

[personal profile] fallenfirebender 2016-11-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
A wounded civilian was found wandering around near the camp. A Korean girl of about 15 or so, but her injuries don't match up with being a bystander in a war. She looks more like she was beaten half to death and kicked out into the wilderness to let the war do the rest to her. What's more, the girl apparently speaks English, which means that she was extremely well educated. How'd she get out here?

She holds her arm with her other hand as she sits in a cot, inspecting the cast around her arm to support her cracked ulna. Spotting someone who looks decently cheerful, she looks up and offers a weak smile for a split second before closing her eyes and hanging her head again.
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seiji matoba ( natsume's book of friends )

[personal profile] matobas 2016-11-14 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
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Laughing Beauty | Metal Gear Solid 4

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2016-11-14 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
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Ana Amari | Overwatch

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[personal profile] comingupexplody 2016-11-15 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[I rolled RNG and got crack -> awkward conversation... uh. Any ideas? :'D]
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[personal profile] creaper 2016-11-15 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ I rolled Angst and from the there I wanted to know what you were most comfortable with me writing a start for. ]
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[personal profile] byenoon 2016-11-16 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Looking over the list, it's a little sad that almost all of the options would be really doable with these two. The only ones I can't really see working are 16 and 18 (because 16 would be boring and wtf are these two even afraid of for 18). But to try to narrow it down a bit, 1, 2, 4, 7, 14 stick out to me.

But honestly, if you feel particularly inspired by something on there, go for it! I just don't want to be one of those people that says I WANT TO PLAY EVERYTHING!!!!]
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[personal profile] creaper 2016-11-17 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ So a stater for separation would be kosher? Sorry, I tend to persnickety about making sure everything is square before writing a starter. ]
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[personal profile] byenoon 2016-11-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Sounds good to me! And no worries, I feel that too.]

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