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the roommates meme

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!

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It's no bother!

[ In fact, Alex is a bit put out that he didn't ask her to begin with. She was always looking for ways to help both him and Worick, and seeing as she wasn't skilled at very much, making the two of them food was the least she could do.

Hands were already gathering her hair, pulling it up and out of her face before once more peering into the fridge. ]

Do you want a hamburger?

[ Hands pantomimed making a patty, her head tilted in question. ]

Ichigo didn't seem to share Keigo's morose opinion of the season. Even if he wasn't exactly a cheerful fellow, being cooped up in a blizzard didn't seem to upset him. After all, the worst it had done was prevented them from working. He'd already checked in with Yuzu and made sure she and Karin were safe and that the only trial they had to endure was their old man's usual raving. He'd persuaded the cat to show herself so that Keigo didn't have a heart attack. And he'd checked on their friends, albeit via text message, but he'd checked. There was no looming threat, and no one in need of saving. As commonplace as it had become recently, that detail had left Ichigo at relative ease with his life. A little snowstorm certainly couldn't rile him up.

Spotting Keigo sulking in font of daytime soap operas on the couch wasn't exactly new either. Rolling his eyes, Ichigo shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched around to the other side of the couch. He didn't even pause or ask Keigo to move his feet before sitting.

"Oi, stop scowling. You're stealing my image," he grouched, swatting idly at Keigo's knees.

( well it can't be helped, now can it? how many times have they've been told not to break anything else in this apartment that they share? probably a lot. the landlord is tired, he wants to know when they're going to move out and yet it doesn't seem like this duo will budge at all. it's actually a miracle that nothing has been broken in the past 12 hours? of course, at the strike of midnight someone has to break that quota.

there's a loud crash that sounds within the apartment, glass shattering and now laying on the floor. there's a wild okita standing in the midst of her mess with a wide grin on her features. )

I think that was better than last time, much quieter than usual!

( no it wasn't okita, you've probably woken up everyone in this floor, the above floor and below. )

Well obviously. I don't know what they have the water fountains but it's not what anyone should be drinking. Sometimes I wish they would just put Woss water in the fountains.

[ Weiss leans back on the couch and takes a bite of her pizza, immediately dabbing her hands on a napkin after touching it. Cheese is greasy. ]

Isn't that stuff super expensive?

[He's carefully arranging the dinosaur toppings before he bites into his. All the grease. He uses his grease covered hand to go ahead and play the movie.]

It's worth it.

[ SHe's never touching his stuff again. In fact she may go buy a cleaning spray for him. ]

This is why I refuse to use your stuff without cleaning it first, Jaune.

[ He doesn't have cooties, he just doesn't watch his grease. :| ]

Soda is worth it. It tastes better than water so there's that too.

[Please do. He just looks confused.]

What's wrong?

"You can never have too much coffee," Frank states with complete, matter-of-fact certainty, because there's definitely three more under-five-dollar bags of coffee that have yet to be unpacked. Danny can spend his cash on the fancy shit if he wants, but it's mostly wasted on Frank who will even drink the instant powdered crap just as happily. As long as it's black as tar and vaguely coffee flavored, he's good.

He sniffs, looking over the ingredients he separated out while Danny empties the other bags and pockets the receipt. The thing about money is that to Frank, now, it's just like any other weapon in his arsenal. He certainly doesn't earn it, but nothing works to rile up organized criminals quite like taking their cash away from them, so that's what he does.

He's got quite a lot of it, all dirty, squirreled away in different spots. It's just down to digging it up when he needs it (like he did tonight), or rigging it as a trap, to burn. (His credit cards and bank accounts still exist, somewhere, but he hasn't touched them since coming back from the dead. He probably never will again.)

"Start water boiling in the biggest pot you got, for the noodles."

[It's been awhile since they've had anyone living amongst them, much less another woman. These two definitely live like men and they tend to just get fed by others, like Worick's clients or Connie's grandma.

He shakes his head with a shrug.

He doesn't seem to be particularly picky about what she makes. He won't bite the hand that feeds him, although he might tease her a bit. He also may have approached her to peek into the fridge. He already knows what's in it but he may have just mimicked her out of curiosity. He doesn't look at the contents of the refrigerator and think about what could possibly be made.]

For all the times that Keigo was fit to burst with enthusiasm and excitement, one would think having some reprieve would be welcome. Apparently not the case for Ichigo, if how he so rudely sat himself down on his legs was any indication. Keigo jerked, grunting in surprise before wiggling his legs out from underneath Ichigo. He returned the swatting with some of his own, lip curled back even further as if to punctuate just how sour of a mood he was in.

"I'm not stealing anything! You don't have a copyright on being grouchy!" he shot back, slinging his legs over Ichigo's lap for good measure. It was about then that the cat had enough of all the rustling and leaped from her spot on Keigo's stomach, bounding off to another, quieter area. Keigo frowned and watched her disappear, slinging his arms over his head dramatically.

"And you scared her away... the kitty... no..." he whined pathetically, arms outstretched as though he would somehow get her attention by being utterly crestfallen.

[ death has always been on his mind, a very real possibility and something he was willing to face if he had to. his life was ultimately not worth damning the world further. and when azula's lightning struck, he thought that was it. that was death, finally coming for him. he watched through hazy, heavy-lidden eyes as katara bore the brunt of his sister's onslaught, losing consciousness at some point during their scuffle.

that was supposed to be it, but like aang before him, katara had made certain that death would not claim him. she brought him back from it, and he was eternally indebted to her for not only saving his life, but stopping azula. what would the fire nation think if they knew that a waterbender had secured the throne for their new fire lord?

he turns his head to glance at her. ] ...I guess?

[ eventually, he was going to have to try something. redressing his own bandages was only going to get him so far. otherwise healing would take months, and zuko knew exactly how long it would take a person to recover from injuries involving burns. he spent the better part of a year in recovery, and that was without the assistance of a waterbending healer.

he thought about asking if katara was still here, but somehow, that seemed out of place in this moment. ]

[There are many things Nobunaga enjoys doing that don't involve sleeping. She enjoys lounging around watching tv (or sometimes hooking up a games console to get far too competitive online). She enjoys inviting people over all of a sudden without asking, some of which end up staying the night to get intimate for something more than just...conversation. Sometimes she even leaves on a whim because she's seen something's going on out in the city, and ends up not coming home until the next day, or a few days later, provided she hasn't dragged Okita with her. It's kind of like living with a cat, only the cat is a person and it has immediate access to 3000 magical guns when it isn't happy.

But sometimes? Sometimes she just likes sleeping. Her mattress is comfortable, the covers are warm and she's got a ton of soft pillows in there. It's really great.

And when she's sleeping, even she doesn't like being interrupted. It's why whatever the heck this woman is up to out there smashing glass, Nobunaga emerges from her room looking a mixture of tired and grumpy, lacking her usual energy, to investigate.]

Oi. Just what are you doing out here?

[She doesn't care about everyone else (their landlord will never, ever get rid of them) but she cares about herself!!]

"I guess not." His tea collection is pretty impressive so-- can't judge.

Danny abandons the rest of the unpacking to Frank, moving around to the kitchen isle to pull one of the pots out from the cabinet underneath, it, like most of the other cookware, has never been used. In fact most of the apartment has a sort of lightly lived in feel to it, except a few personal knick knacks here and there that stand out against the otherwise generic decorating.

The pot gets filled and set on the stove to heat up-- he can boil water at least, thank you.

"You guys settling in okay?" It's a sincere question because Danny hasn't been in New York long enough to lose his polite concern for other people. He hasn't had the chance to really ask, if only because they never seem to keep the same hours, but he's stretched pretty thin between the corporation and the hero thing. "You and dog I mean..." not that it was confusing.

[ While Nic's willingness to eat whatever was easy enough, Alex still liked to have his input when it came to decision making — taking a step sideways as he approached the fridge once more to peer at it's contents.

When she was certain he had no objections to her idea, she began to get the necessary ingredients out — laying them in a row on the counter before searching for a cutting board. She half expected the other to go upstairs while she cooked, and was mildly surprised to turn and see him still hanging around the kitchen. ]

Do you... Want to help?

[ Worick had mentioned that Nic's cooking skills were sub-par at best, but if Alex was there watching him, it wouldn't be a complete disaster, right? ]

[ He guesses. Weiss almost snaps at him for a response like that, but manages to hold herself back and just gives him a slightly irate glance. ]

We can use our auras to activate someone else's using our own energy, doing that with mine might work to at least fix some of the damage.

[ Weiss carefully sits down next to him, slowly lying her hands on him near his shoulders, hoping to just let her aura's energy flow instead of needing to touch the injury directly. She's channeled it into a swordfish before, in theory it should work at least somewhat. At the very least, as she closes her eyes, a soft, pale blue light seems to emanate from her. ~~And it does in the video game but shh.~~ Weiss keeps trying, hoping it's working until she feels exhausted enough that her hands are doing more leaning against Zuko than channeling. She stops, letting out a breath she'd been holding and looking at him. ]

Does that feel any better or did I just channel half of my aura into your shirt?

[My turn to take forever to respond this time! Slight canon alteration? They're living together but she thinks she's just living with some old guy before his real form has been revealed?

So he has to hide any sort of All Mightness?]

( sakura saber is doing her best, that is what's going on! of course the moment that nobunaga comes out to question what okita has done, she takes a few steps back and flicks a switch on the light to turn them off. besides, haven't they agreed not to cause no more messes or were those words not sounded out like they should have been. either way, as long as the mess is not visible. also the fact that she keeps her eyes focused on the female before her, those red eyes can easily be seen. were they always that bright, it kind of reminds her of a pair of those demon's eyes that would luckily have a heart but most of the time, they just had no soul. but those eyes have always caught okita's attention. )

The door was locked and it was the only best way to get in. Was it not the perfect idea?

( probably not, but she takes a step over the shattered glass and then smacks off a few pieces that's on her outfit and even what's gotten in her hair. though, she takes a moment to take in the tone that had been presented to her and she's not to worried yet as she voices a question: )

You weren't asleep, were you? ( perhaps that had been a bad idea but you know, if she can use the dark of night to cover herself though hijikata had been more specialized in hiding in the dark for assassination; okita could just try it out to avoid nobunaga's anger if she's mad™. )

[He is but a simple man who will pretty much eat most things. Even if he makes fun of her cooking a bit.

He looks at what she pulls out like they're completely foreign. Some of them make sense, but how does this all suddenly make what she's cooking? Why are there so many things? This is complete voodoo to him. Alex is doing voodoo.

He actually looks a bit embarrassed.]

'm...not very guhd at cooking.

[That's putting it mildly. He's a disaster in the kitchen.]

[ he wears shirts outside! he just... has them open in the front so people can see his chest anyway. listen. shut up. ]

Maybe for them, but I don't think it will do me much good. [ he chuckles, bending down at her request with only the slightest hint of resistance from his aching body. ] Let me see your hand. [ already reaching for it. ]

[Oh, nice. This guy must've read the housing letter! That makes things easier. Dazai nods in response.]

Right. That's me. I got here yesterday, so I took this bed. I hope that's fine.

[Time to analyze this one... He looks kind of plain, doesn't he?]

[A lazy shrug follows. Clearly Hehsebamon couldn't possibly have any idea why this cute little Kitty's owners abruptly disappeared. Clearly.]

Cats are not so difficult to care for. Should you have difficulty, I suppose I might help.

Do I sound like I was awake, you fool?

[Honestly, she'd walk closer to Okita and give her a what's for but if there's glass on the floor and now the lights are off, it might not be the best idea. Maybe some Archers can see in the dark, but she sure can't.]

Honestly...put that light back on. You deserve to step in glass for waking me, but there's a chance I might too and I'm not taking that risk.

Ichigo slumped back into the couch like he was truly exhausted, even though he'd done very little so far that day. Or even that week. While Keigo's legs slung into his lap didn't take him by surprise, Ichigo was either feeling too lazy or too indulgent to shove them out again. Instead, his hands extricated from his pockets and one laid idly over Keigo's ankles, little more than a warm weight.

He snorted.

"I scared her away? More like she ran from that face you're making, you grump." As huffy and beligerant as he was, Ichigo only shifted his hand to give Keigo's knee a little shove. Still, no move was made to actually dislodge him.

Edited (grumbles about phone tags) 2016-07-10 19:01 (UTC)

[He can't even be physically serious. It takes so much effort not to disarm her, but he does, keeping his arm up and letting her have the satisfaction of smashing apart a giant snow mound over him.

Even a thick forearm can't shield most of his face and neck from being smeared in icy snow, and he hates the feeling of it (karma) seeping under the collar of his jacket and shirt before it disintegrates on his hot skin.] Oh--oh no, you got me!

I'm done for. [Dramatically, he clasps his chest and staggers back a few steps in the snow.] Things are going dark! [THE LIGHT... FADES...

He collapses into the snow on his back, pretending to be dead.]

[Thanks for not taking her out and shoving her face first into snow with your knee on her back and her arms in a painful position, Jay. You're a real pal. Taking one for the team.

Okay, that's a little... wow, over the top. Very... so much drama. Kenzi cracks up, trying to fight off the giggles and failing.

She sighs, walking over to wear he collapsed, and falls in the snow next to him, using her glove to wipe snow from his stupid face.]

You're a freakin' weirdo, you know that? We're even now.

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the roommates meme

time to buy out the store

years later...

PROPERTY DAMAGE!

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and probably the store next door.

worth it

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nicolas please, love yourself and your fingers you only have 10

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Please, he hasn't lost any. He has just pretty much maimed them

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because i want to know the fucking answer to this stupid joke

................. A SNOWBAR!