the roommates meme

[loregasm]

who left the dishes in the sink?


This is a thinly-veiled device for gratuitous crossovers, I'm not even going to play.

What's an even more contrived and even more convenient way to get two characters into the same space than a coffeeshop AU? Making them live together. Want a more intellectual blurb on this meme? Living together lays bare your habits and idiosyncrasies, blah blah, sometimes you accidentally see each other naked.

Have fun ok

HOW TO PLAY:
- Comment with character. State your preferences/shipping permissions and any information you want other players to know.
- Comment to others. Play whatever first comes to mind, or RNG .
- This meme was written with crosscanon interactions in mind, specifically the kind that jamjar game settings generate. All the prompts work whether the characters come from different worlds or the same one, but if you have strong feelings about the kinds of source canons you will thread with, it'd be wise to mention that as a preference. Otherwise, gratuitous crossovers have the mememaker's blessing.
- Have fun and play nice!

PROMPTS:

1. First impressions. Well, it's been arranged. Whether you went for it because it was a good price, or you've been assigned to live together by an Authority, or the stars aligned somehow and now you're living in your dead rich uncle's mansion with the cousin you never met, it looks like you're going to be sharing your living space with someone for the foreseeable future. Time to shake some hands and make some friends.

2. Second impressions. You'd already met this person and gotten to know them, well before deciding to room together. Being friends with someone and living with them are different beasts, though. What are you learning about their habits at home? Does it change the way you see them?

3. Building friction. There's all kinds of little details that add up to a comfortable living space - cleanliness, noise level, expectations of privacy... If one of you isn't living up to the other's standards, is it going to start a fight or can you work it out like adults?

4. Furry friends. Where did you find that kitten? No, we're not keeping it!...okay, I guess we're keeping it. Make sure to schedule a vet appointment. And get it some toys. Wait, are pets even allowed here?

5. Social circle. Bringing friends over can always be hit or miss. Sometimes they get along great with your roommate. Sometimes they break a lamp and try to hide the evidence and if you ever invite them over again you're pretty sure you'll be flayed alive.

6. Sick day. Don't be a jerk, make them some soup or something. They'd do the same if it was you, right?

7. Snow day. The weather outside is frightful, and it's a good thing you remembered to buy bread and milk, because you might be indoors for a while. Cross your fingers that the power doesnt go out.

8. TMI. YOU DIDN'T NEED TO SEE WHATEVER IT WAS YOU JUST SAW. YOU DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT ABOUT THE PERSON YOU CANNOT AVOID CONTACT WITH. OH, WOE IS YOU

9. Property damage. The instructions very clearly said to secure the strap around your wrist before using the Wiimote. This is all on you, pal. Hopefully you didn't break something that was important to your roommate...or setting that'll get you in trouble with your landlord.

10. Movie night. Hey, wanna watch Sharknado with me? (Googling "random movie generator" gives you some helpful sites, if you don't have a movie in mind.)

11. Dinner is served. What do the food arrangements look like here? If meals are a group activity, does one person cook more often than the other? Who leaves what in the fridge? Do either of you have any food-based traditions that get shared? Or maybe you just want to break out the booze and have a fun night in.

12. Vent your spleen. Life is hard and sometimes you just have to complain to someone about it. "Someone" is the person you live with, naturally. They know you, but they're not involved in the drama - a perfect combination!

Comments

[aurabble]

Isn't that better than being too vague?

[He as no idea but maybe he can narrow it down. When he gets back wearing some plain black sweatpants, he leans against the counter and looks at the blender in interest.]

What're you making?

[whiteas]

I like documentaries, competition-based movies, and action-drama as long as it's accompanied by a decent plot. Just so we're clear, lots of explosions don't impress me but creative fight scenes do because they can be inspiring.

[ Once they're poured and take up about half the glass each, she brings them out to the couch and sets them on coasters on the table. Because Jaune, you are absolutely using a coaster. ]

Smoothies. They're healthy and I can give the recipe to Ren if you like them. I left out the pine nuts since I'm not sure you're ready for nuts and seeds in your smoothies.

[aurabble]

Explosions can be creative. By competition-based, do you mean sports or...? [Please say dancing he can watch dancing. Sports are boring as heck.]

...These actually look like they're made of fruit and not the memories of my first day of school. [He's impressed.] Why would you put nuts into something you're going to drink?

[whiteas]

Sports, dancing, singing, cooking, figure skating.. I just like themes of overcoming the odds to become the best at something even when someone tells you that you can't. What the vehicle for that message is is less important.

[ Her stuff is ready, but she'll wait for Jaune. She's kind of wondering about his 'toppings' though. They're going to get burnt soon. ]

Because they are made of fruit. And kale, which is really good for you, but because of the fruit, yogurt, and honey, you can't really taste it. [ Plus she's certain that if someone doesn't sneak Jaune some level of vitamins, he won't get any. ]

[aurabble]

I like stuff like that. But usually the odds are a bunch of explosions or some powerful villain.

[Weiss is so thoughtful. Did he set the timer...? He sniffs the air and yells something along the lines of goshdarnit!, running to the oven to pull them out. He looks at them mournfully.] My dinosaurs have been made extinct.

There's kale in this? Where?

[whiteas]

That's more along the lines of save-the-day sorts of things than competitions. Which aren't bad either if they're well written.

[ Yeah, she figured. ] As they're meant to be.

It's blended up so you get all the good out of it without having to taste it. No one actually likes kale unless it's been salted and roasted or you can't taste it.

[aurabble]

Oh you mean like someone wants to be the best singer and then some other singer who's already established themselves is like "no you can't why don't you go back to whatever small town you're from" and even their friends and family don't believe they can. Then the heroine...or hero says "watch me" and they beat them after a lot of struggling and tears. I like those too.

[he might cry. until he pops one in his mouth.] They're still good.

Why would people eat something they don't like? [There's the doorbell.] Pizza's here! [Jaune runs to the door, taking care of everything and comes back to open the box.] They got it right. Pineapple, bacon, ham and sausage on one side, and the other side was left plain.

[whiteas]

Yeah, or like that movie with Antolio Bandanas where he takes a bunch of street kids and teaches them how to dance, then they enter the competition and surpass the stuck-up girl with years of experience and appeal but little imagination by using creativity and innovation in their tango.

[ She makes a face that clearly says 'ew.' ],/small>

Because it's- [ Wow, okay. She'll just wait here. ] Wait, you left one side just cheese? Why? [ Stop being thoughtful Jaune, it makes her feel bad for being mean half the time. ]

[aurabble]

That was such a good movie. I think the sequel's on here.

[He sets out two plates, but he doesn't bother with his dinosaur toppings at first and offers her some of the plain pizza.] I...they were out of margherita toppings so I thought it would be okay if you could add whatever you wanted.

[whiteas]

There's a second one?

[ Okay, she wants to watch that one. :T ]

Cheese is fine. [ Okay, she'll give him a little smile and take one slice of cheese pizza, then use her fork to put some of her salad on the plate- since it's a smaller portion since there's pizza involved now, she'll offer some to Jaune. ] Would you like to try some salad? I promise it doesn't taste bad. Arugula leaves are peppery. Then the strawberries are sweet, the lemon juice is tart, the pecans give it a nutty taste with a hint of salt, and the olive oil sort of.. brings everything together.

[brutalize]

"Got a bag of dog food in the van," he says instead of acknowledging Danny's attempt to correct him, or even apologizing about the couch. It's not like Danny can't afford it, right? And he is trying to train the dog, but it's a bit slow-going.

Mostly because Frank doesn't have it in him to be cross when he gets things wrong. Poor guy's been through enough, is all.

Anyway, by the van he means his creepy murder van, parked a couple blocks away so as to be slightly more inconspicuous. The second one he got after he blew up the first to fuck with the Irish (as you do.) No windows, rusted and unappealing to thieves: a damn good place for keeping guns, and occasionally worse things. And even more occasionally: groceries. He'll go back out for the dog food when he takes the dog for a walk in a few minutes: the less trips he has to make back and forth, the better.

He lets Danny take one of the bags from his arms, and follows him into the kitchen. Once he sets things down on the counter, he tosses an antler chew over the counter for the dog pacing excitedly about the living room. "You eat yet?" He asks, separating out the stuff he can whip up into a two-person dinner before starting to put the rest away into the fridge. He may be rude and a mass murderer, but he's not gonna be the worst roommate in the world.

[banishment]

[ once he's caught his breath and can see past the red hot blaze of pain, he sits up and carefully lifts shirt. there's blood on the bandages where they cover the burn mark. ]

You've been through things, and I'm sorry you had to go through them. I get it, why you did the things you did. But I've been through things, too.

[ he drops the hem, sagging back against the couch. ]

I'm Fire Lord. I fought Azula in an Agni Kai for the crown. She tried to attack Katara in the middle of the battle. I wasn't fast enough, I didn't get there in time to bend her lightning back at her. I almost died. Or maybe I didn't. Katara brought Aang back from death, maybe she did the same for me. I don't know.

[aurabble]

Yeah, I heard it's a solid sequel. I think there's a third.

[Weiss smiled, Jaune's eyes light up and he beams like an excited puppy, hands clasped to his chin. Wait she asked him a question.] Sure! I'll try salad. [His pizza has a lot of strong flavors so it might work together.] I didn't realize it was that complex. I thought it was just leaves. And bacon.

[whiteas]

[ Weiss feels bad about what she did. That much is obvious. She listens to him quietly, nodding, then moves to sit down on the edge of the couch next to him. ]

I'm glad you're alive.

[ She knows he was worried about that, even back then- that he didn't think he was going to make it through that war. She knows she just spilled her guts in probably the most detailed way she had about what happened, period. ]

May I try something? I can't promise it'll actually work and I've never tried it before, but in theory it might help. And if it doesn't I've got triple-antibiotic ointment cream with something that numbs in it.

[ Hey, injured people happen outside of their world. Sometimes you need a first aid kit for visitors. ]

[whiteas]

Let's watch that then.

[ The smile is gone pretty much as soon as he does that. Don't make a big deal out of things and she'll do them more often, Jaune. Now there's just a scowl. ] There's no bacon in this salad. I don't even like bacon. And leaves are only flavorless if your salad is iceberg, which is essentially just water and fiber. There's absolutely nothing worth anything in an iceberg lettuce leaf.

[aurabble]

Okay.

[He grimaces at his mistake and focuses on finding the name of that movie.] Don't we need water? [He sips the smoothie. Then sips it again.] This is good.

[dannyrand]

Affording it is probably the only reason Danny's not the slight bit cross, that and he can never bring himself to be unkind to animals... or most people for that matter. (Besides the ones he beats the snot out of, but-- they're criminals and that's different?)

And yes, he knows the van, and he's thankful Frank's at least tactful enough to keep it off the street considering his neighborhood is actually a fairly nice one; like the sort you see on tv, where people go out and get their mail in their bathrobes and let their kids ride their bikes in the street. Most of the brownstone apartments didn't even have bars on the windows...

"No, I thought I'd grab us take out or something..." It's obvious by the state of his kitchen, the near empty pantries and fridge (unless you liked tea and frozen dinners) that Danny wasn't much of a stay-at-home chef. He lead a sort of cold pizza for breakfast bachelor lifestyle.

He starts to unpack one of the bags curiously. "... are you going to cook?" It was less disbelief and more 'because I can't'.

[whiteas]

[ She nods, watching as he looks for the movie. ] We do, but it's better to just drink it. You do drink water, right, Jaune? [ He isn't just downing Catorade all the time is he?? ] I told you.

[aurabble]

Uh. Yeah, if it tastes good. [Not all water tastes good. And he does usually just drink Catorade but he doesn't think he wants to tell Weiss that.] Found it! I hope it's as entertaining as the first.

He still gunna ned a lot of dem

[a0verdose]

[Ah. He should have left before Alex noticed him rummaging through the refrigerator. Now he cannot just simply leave, and he doesn't think he can make any form of argument. It would be economically more sound and it's earnestly unneeded for him to leave into the pouring rain for food because he couldn't bring himself to make a mess trying to cook.

He actually looks a bit sheepish when he replies.]

Didn't wunt to buthAH.

[She's really the only one who can cook. Worick could cook simple things, but he couldn't even boil pasta...]

Edgar Allan Poe | Bungou Stray Dogs | OTA

[kingpest]

[Sorry about the raccoon, in advance.]

[upcast]

[Oh gosh I’m incredibly late to replying to this, but-! I’d still be up to this, if you are. However you want to play it works with me (fitting it into canon, AU, canon alteration... whatever!). It's great to see an All Might around!]

[brutalize]

Christ, all of these motherfuckers make him feel so old.

"Pass," he deadpans at the offer of takeout. The thing about Frank is he hasn't been a bachelor for a good, long time, and even when he'd stayed in the creepy murder apartment alone he'd just choked down canned shit and enough coffee to drown a man because it was easier to pretend to still be at war than to try and live again without his wife and kids.

But he's still, and always will be, way more dad than bachelor. Between tours overseas he'd been the one to cook up family meals and everything.

And anyway, the whole reason he'd gone grocery shopping is so he could avoid shit like greasy pizza or day-old chinese in the morning. Pancakes, sausage, an omelet and at least 4 cups of coffee is definitely more his style. The ingredients for all of which are in the bag Danny is currently unpacking. "Was planning on it," he answers, trying not to sound amused because that is the sort of shit that just wrecks a guy's reputation, "If you've got objections to lasagna, I'd voice them now."

[dannyrand]

Well it's not all take out, but Frank isn't exactly the sort of guy you wine and dine at a fancy restaurant (without the expectation of getting kicked out the moment he drops two to ten EFF-bombs.)

Danny starts tucking things away as he unpacks them, finally finding the sales receipt to stash in his back pocket so he can pay the other man back later. He can't imagine Frank has any sort of income, and as far as he knows, the guy probably spent all his money on his murder revenge spree.

"ah, no...lasagna's fine." He folds up one of the paper bags to take to recycling, then helps with the next bag, pulling out a can. "I already have coffee, I think." or at the very least a bag or two of some weird imported-organic-gourmet whatever that the kid at the shop recommended. At least he has a real coffee maker (because Jess insisted), perched on the counter next to some fancy looking espresso maker that's never been used.

"What can I help with?"

Nobunaga Oda | Fate/

[ateaist]