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

[brutalize]

"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."

[dannyrand]

"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.

i'm sorry this is so insanely late!!!

[brutalize]

"Yeah, we're fine," Frank says, vaguely. It's better for the dog than anything, because he gets to rest all day in comfort with functioning air conditioning and nice rugs instead of the dirty, glorified gun storage lockers Frank had been calling safehouses until now. Frank himself keeps more than busy, out-and-about while Danny's at work or doing his own thing in the streets, but he's not about to mention that to Danny any more than he'd mention it to Red. For mostly the same reasons.

He pulls out another pan, so he can throw the meat into it and start it browning. He doesn't cook fancy, just stuff that can fill a person up. With minimal grease.

He snorts, giving Danny a once-over before bothering to reach for the jar of marinara sauce he bought to dump in with the meat. "Are you generally crap at smalltalk, or is it just because it's me?" Not that he's been offering up any titillating subjects for discussion, or anything. Minor details.

no worries!

[dannyrand]

"Um..." Is his eloquent response to that, freezing up for a second, because he's really trying to figure out what he can do to not come off as so... awkward? He likes people, he does, but he's still a bit out of his element.

And Frank isn't exactly the sort of easy banter sort, or at least Danny's not sure if he should try.

It's too long for an answer before. "Probably the first thing?" But then he's grinning in a disarming sort of way, leaving the water to boil as he gathers up things to put into the fridge.

"I think I have garlic bread stuff." Well it's frozen, but bread is kinda bread, right?

When he's back, he opens his mouth, then closes it again, brow furrowing-- okay so he has a subject he probably needs to breach, but his awkwardness as already been established.

[brutalize]

Frank Castle is not gonna turn down garlic bread, whether or not it's pre-packaged and frozen. Especially considering he usually just eats canned shit with a fork purely for survival purposes because he's ridiculous. "Grab it, huh?" Yes, please, he means. Sorry, Danny.

He snorts at the awkward floundering, though, shuffling out of the way so Danny can get at the oven for the garlic bread when he needs to. He picks up a spatula to move the meat and sauce around in the pan, before grabbing a container of minced garlic to add in.

"Just spit it out, motherfucker," he intones, amused despite himself, after one half-glance at Danny hovering there with something he obviously wants to say.

[dannyrand]

He sets his jaw for a second, honestly he's still trying to figure out how to respond to the name calling because by now he's pretty sure it's not the 'endearing' sort that Jess usually lays on him when she finds him especially irritating. Luckily the kid's pretty much unflappable.

"I was asked to start trailing you when you go out." Though he's transparent enough for that to mean I've been trailing you. He may be an awkward little shit, but he's really good at his job.

Danny peels at the wrapper to the garlic bread, digging for a baking sheet to rest it on. "We might need to talk about this killing thing."

[brutalize]

In Danny's defense, Frank uses insults out of fondness and out of annoyance at about the same rate. And it tends to be difficult to tell one from the other with him, these days.

Well, not that difficult. Danny doesn't have any bullet holes in him, so he can't possibly be doing that badly.

And at least they're cutting to the chase, now. Frank can appreciate that. He crosses his arms, leaning a hip against the counter: not close enough to the stove to set his shirt on fire but not so far that he can't reach out to stir the pot if it's needed.

"If Red wants to have a conversation, tell him he can do it without a goddamn proxy, huh?" It's not like he and the devil haven't had a shouting match or three on the very subject, but that's not why he agreed to this... arrangement. "If you want to have that conversation, then have it."

Here's hoping that the other members of Red's new pajama squad are easier to reason with, right?

[dannyrand]

"I think he's tired of the conversation." He makes a vague gesture as if to include Frank, himself and people that clearly weren't there. "None of us do things the same way... it should mean we all work better together, but it's like herding cats." really dangerous, moody cats.

That's not what he should have started with, Danny means to keep this short. "But we're all pretty much in agreement that none of us should take lives if it can be avoided." There was a spectrum between Matt's hard no and the others exception for absolute evil.

Danny folds his arms and looks at him, awkward or not, he can hold eye contact when he's serious. "You're more than welcome here, Frank. But you can't bring any of that death with you. I can keep a ghost in my house, but if the cops figure it out, I can't keep a vigilant. Get me?"