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

[fantasmaniac]

Over my dead body.

[ just as casually, somehow managing to slip the neck of the bottle past his mask with minimal movement and tipping his head back to drink during a scene that's not as interesting. ]

And don't touch my beer.

[flank]

[aren't you already dead, reyes??? but instead of making some stupid quip back, jack just opens the fridge. two different cases of beer sit at the bottom, because they couldn't even find a brand they both liked anymore.

after about two seconds of thought, he takes a bottle out of gabriel's case and even leans out of the kitchen to show him.]

Shit taste in movies tax. Thanks, Reaper.

[fantasmaniac]

[ that quip would've gotten him a deadpan stare because that's fucking hilarious jack you're such a comedian. telling jack not to take his shit is practically asking him to take it, though, and he knew it was going to happen but...

at least this way, he can claim he properly warned him. ]

Put it back.

[ he issues a curt warning, feeling magnanimous today while in this relaxed state. "before i shoot your arm off" is left unsaid, but it's probably pretty obvious that it's hanging in the air over their heads, knowing him. ]

[flank]

[deadpan glare meet old man glare. 76 stares right at reaper, the scream of some girl on tv sounding off between them. he grasps the cap of the bottle, getting ready to twist it off.

yep. challenge accepted.]

AND THEN

[scrapture]

[hey look who was attracted by the loud noises and is now stomping out into the living room to see what's goin down

how the hell are these three roommates? probably because there is no god.]

You blokes sure are causin' a ruckus out here.

[we drinking? junkrat strolls over to the fridge as well and grabs-- reaper's beer, loudly popping the cap off on the counter as he leans on it and goes:]

Well now that ya woke me up, what're we watchin'!

assholes everywhere

[fantasmaniac]

[ the jumble of words and accents from junkrat's mouth hardly register as words, the only proof of his annoyance being the way his hand tightens around the bottle so hard that it shakes. why can you assholes take the other beer??

there's a loud cracking sound as the bottle explodes in reaper's hand as he crushes it. beer gets all over his hand. ]

Hell–

[ like a poor attempt to calm himself down, he growls the words out slowly. when it'd just been 76, he was ready to shoot the beer out of his hand, but the idea of going up against another jackass now seems like too much work. esp since junkrat's already popped the cap off, beating 76 to it way too casually. ]

–Raiser.

[flank]

[excellent work, trashmouse, you've defused another, what was sure to be, bloody argument. 76 manages a little self-satisfied smirk, which reaper should be able to see with his mask off, before opening his own beer.]

It's garbage.

[jack adds helpfully, totally not about to laugh at reyes' Drama. eat a dick.]

[scrapture]

[junkrat watches reaper shake with rage, enough to crush the bottle. and that might be intimidating. except... except! he splashed beer fizzies all over his hand and right into his lap and that's straight-up visual comedy! junkrat just laughs. that high, shrill laugh that teeters between amusement and nerves and like maybe, just maybe, he's a screw loose--]

Oh! Ripper!

[he says in response to the movie title and proceeds to lunge for the couch, throw himself over it and plant his ass right next to reaper, plopping one bare foot and one peg-leg noisily up on the table. he slurps his stolen beer. loudly.] I love this one! This'un where the bloody guy comes outta the floor! [yes very descriptive]

[fantasmaniac]

Not what you fucking said four nights ago.

[ not that he said he thought the movie was GREAT back then either. just ok. better than the next 8 movies anyway. he stares when jack opens up the beer, making a disgusted sound before junkrat pretty much invites himself over onto the couch.

or more like crawl over it like a deranged raccoon and throwing his dirty feet onto the table. the sound of his own beer being loudly sipped next to him and probably disgustingly slopped down jack's face (it isn't) is fucking annoying but he remains put. for now. covered in beer. ]

Wrong one. Get your bare foot off the table.

[ black smoke billows around him slowly... ]

[flank]

[jack opens his mouth to reply there's a lot of things he says that aren't true, but then takes a drink of beer instead. that's probably just a little too cruel; reyes' shit attitude is rubbing off on him. but he takes a look back at the tv, watching the yawn-fest unfold, because there's little else to do.

when were they gonna have someone to fight again?]

Get your feet off the table. [76 rumbles at the exact same time reaper says something to junkrat. he's only slightly embarrassed when they both chide him like a child.]

[scrapture]

[junkrat now pauses mid-slurp. what is this, his surrogate dad and dad? eh, not like he actually minds all that much 'cause it's kinda like some ragtag junker posse he'd hang out with; surprisingly he was used to being the youngest of any designated group. just feels familiar. except when the both of them say that shit at the same time? he just sort of eyeballs them back and forth, darting between the two with a mildly bewildered look on his face. and then. the giggle. because wow despite these two hating each other they're kinda in sync, eh?!

anyway then he wiggles the toes of his foot in defiance, raising a finger and opening his big toothy mouth like he's about to say something snappy when reaper's... smoke... wafts into his face. rat coughs!]

Oi, watch where you're blowin' that! [waves a hand to dissipate the smoke cloud ewww sick ghost fumes!!]

ANYway, I live here, I getta put 'em wherever I damn well feel like it! [looks like the baby's in a feisty mood tonight]

[fantasmaniac]

[ such a conscience, jack. reyes would be touched. except not. he'd probably scoff at him no matter what he says. he ignores junkrat's obvious moment of bewilderment, whether he notices it at first or not, but turns his head just a touch when he fucking giggles. god, way to make it weird!!

he'd been trying pretty hard to ignore the way jack's fiberglass gargling register grates on his ears, especially when they overlap with his own.

the smoke continues to billow, like it represents his slowly building rage towards the both of them. yeah you breathe that in and suffer... ]

Huh, seems you're not too attached to your limbs then, are you?

[ His fingers twitch, like he's got an itchy trigger finger, smoking continuing to billow but now in a more particular pattern. jack might be able to notice what might happen next if he's paying attention even just a little. ]

[flank]

[holy fuck, rat, don't draw attention to their lingering gayness. it's really weird and jack is turning a little red in the tips of his ears. not that anyone can see that, since the mounting his mask usually is attached is currently still wrapped around his head.

anyway. the fact that reyes is starting to smoke-out isn't really anything new or exciting. if someone so much as says an off-comment to him, he'll growl and smoke and threaten. but yeah, he totally notices that finger wrapping around a trigger that isn't there, the smoke starting to make a shape.

shit.

jack does the only thing he can think of to distract reyes before he pulls a shotgun out of his ass and shoots their roommate with it. yes, he throws his beer bottle right onto reaper, making him twice as wet.]

[scrapture]

[meanwhile, trashmouse is busy snorting to himself at the comment, to which he responds with an enthusiastic:]

What gave it away!

[yeah, he's laughing at his own joke and the fact that reaper noticed that, hardly even realizing there's a smoke-gun forming in his grip. suddenly-- crash!! junkrat flinches away because he gets sprayed with collateral beer from 76's toss. then he hollers:]

YA DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS A HAZIN' PARTY.

[now junkrat proceeds to slam back one more swig of his own beer before he adds to the bubbling mess on reaper, just standing up on the couch and pouring it on him from above with a manic grin like this is all some stupid game. has no idea. reaper: THRICE as wet.]

[fantasmaniac]

[ ooooh he is so ready to shoot junkrat's other leg off right now. then shoot the peg leg too while he's at it. the twin shotguns start to take shape, and he's waiting for the right moment to make his revenge that much more sweeter when-

SPLRSHH

he's stunned. beyond belief. he knew jack was sort of an asshole, but he's used to him being a straight-laced by-the-books sort of asshole. not toss whatever's in your hand and hope to distract him sort of asshole. he even momentarily forgets that he has the guns nearly formed. ]

GRRRNNNNGHH! [ he's now more interested in shooting jack rather than junkrat, the smoke flaring up now a lot more ominously (and obviously) than before until–

there's more beer on him now. it's cascading down from the fucking crouched height of the rat on the couch next to him like a shitty fizzy waterfall and he's so pissed now that he just strikes Junkrat in the pegleg knee with his fist. ]