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officiallymortified

[His father was on business in Locke City, New Jersey, so of course Dima came along. Technically, he wasn't an employee of Dalv, but his father liked to drag him along on business to show him what his dad does, and what it was actually like to work in business. He was, essentially, an honorary employee.

But most importantly, Locke City is, to Dima's understanding, where all this Numbered nonsense began. This was ground zero. And as he wanders through streets littered with rubble, debris, and buildings in utter collapse, it really shows. He'd seen this place on the news, he knows how much destruction it has suffered.

His father had told him to wait outside while he handled the actual details of the construction contract he was striking up to try and help rebuild the city. Which probably meant that this was a deal with the mafia, and he didn't want Dima to know for safety's sake. Not like he didn't know already about all of his father's dirty business.

But he was fine with it. It gave him this opportunity to walk around and witness the city where it all began. He'd only been numbered for a few months, but surely this place would hold more information for him than Moscow.]

stefanged

[If there was one thing in the world Stefan truly hated, it was a pair-up class partner project. He usually couldn't choose his partner; he usually did most of the work; AND it was a waste of his time. "Class projects mimic the real world! They teach you valuable lessons!"

What valuable lesson, Stefan wanted to ask as he stared down at the assignment sheet. The valuable lesson of working with Ms. Gilbert? The one person in the entire grade he wanted to avoid? It was getting harder every year, especially since they were on the same road to class valedictorian.

He shouldn't have these intense, burning emotions in his head just by looking at her. She wasn't Muslim. She wasn't Jordanian. She wasn't the kind of girl he could bring home, and well - popular girls didn't date nerds. That would've been a bigger issue in their high school circuit. Stefan wasn't popular, nor was he quite unpopular. He hung in that weird middle tier, reserved for nerds who had not-typical skillsets. Like his.

They were given the rest of class to move and discuss the project, so Stefan pulled her towards a secluded corner of the room. He sighed, tapping the paper.]

So... how should we go about dividing this? 50-50?

stefanged

[Sleepovers at the Alesci home were standard fare: Olette invites a bunch of friends, and they proceed to be loud until the wee hours of the morning. Stefan was more than used to their presence - and well, even teenagers need a little extra supervision.

The night was all set to be a peaceful one. Olette had baked cookies; they were marathoning movies on TV; and Stefan was curled up in the adjacent room with a book and a good cup of tea. Then the network had to send out a post about an alien attack downtown and well....

So much for that book. Stefan reaches for his car keys almost immediately. To Olette and his friends, he calls out,] Hey, I'm heading out. [Like it's an afterthought, rather than something he'd carefully calculated the second he saw the post:] Marinette? Any way you could help me out? It shouldn't take long.

[He hopes. He really, really hopes, because just once, he'd prefer a book and tea to whatever building the Vermini monsters were after.]

stefanged

AKA Zi's RP bucket list! These are a smattering of prompts, crosscanon CR, and canon-specific scenarios that I would do serious things to thread out. Characters in bold are people I play. (/ denotes romantic relationships, + denotes platonic.)

( Cut for length. )

neverbatman

[After their near disaster of a gala, Damian knew he had to make it up to Midii. Christmas was the best possible way to make it up, he figured. Gifts were a normal part of the holiday season, and he'd gone out of his way to shower his friends with material goods, whether they wanted it or not.

Some of his friends had resigned themselves to the inevitable and asked for reasonable gifts - Jai, for example, got season tickets for the local basketball team, and Iris got one of those fancy Fitbits that could (reasonably) calculate a speedster's rate.

Midii, though, needed something better. After much deliberation and arguing with a local calligrapher + screen printer, Damian ordered two things: one, for Midii to come meet him on the second floor of a coffee shop that his family owned, and two, a set of custom-printed Arabic calligraphy t-shirts. Nothing religious, for the Muslims who might cry cultural appropriation, but cultural sayings & shapes.

He's not expecting her super early, but he's looking a little nervous as he stares down at the gift bag he'd wrapped the latter in. Just once, he wishes the coffee shop could sell boosts of confidence with their lattes. He'd buy their entire stock out.]

pactfulfilled

[Source.]

1. Post with Texts from Last Night prompts or create your own.
2. Tag around.
3. Be horrible.

jewelbox

[Richard wanders the docks of Barona Port, decked out in the plainest garments he owns. Granted, they're still quite fine, but at least the colors are dark; he hopes at least they'll attract little notice. It's been two months since that night in the catacombs, the guard wander the city in full force, and he's been advised - ordered, really - to remain inside the castle where he's safe. Safe. Yes, like a canary in a cage with a viper, he thinks.]

[Richard pulls his hat down low over his eyes as he listens to the water lap against pilings, looking about every now and then to make sure he hasn't been discovered. It's calming, a little. Not a lot, but just enough to help him focus. People board one of the ships tied here and Richard considers following them for one mad minute. Asbel had said that he would help, right? That if anything terrible occurred, he should come to him.]

[It's mad. He knows it's impossible. In truth, there's nothing the other boy could do, and besides, this isn't a burden he can place on anyone else. He's the prince, after all. And... And he needs strength and guidance beyond himself, if he's perfectly honest. What action, then, should he take?]

[Before he can decide, Richard's caught off-guard by one of the large land tortoises being led down to an awaiting boat. The poor-tempered creature's foot crashes down not two yards away, and Richard is forced to shuffle backwards with an undignified yelp.]

pactfulfilled

[Asbel finally emerges from the study after a long day of paperwork, stretching his arms and trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn. He's glad he finally got it all taken care of, but with the promise of even more tomorrow... Well. It's best not to think of that now.]

[His stomach feels decidedly less full than when he started out, and he'd honestly like nothing more than to take a nice relaxing dip in the tub and collapse into bed for the night, but he's still got some duties to tend to. Fortunately, he's saved the best ones for last.]

[Taking care of Sophie could never really feel like an obligation, and he's never regretted his decision to formally adopt her for a second. He's just sorry that he's been cooped up all afternoon and unable to spend more time with her. Surely he'll run out of documents to sign eventually?]

[Asbel wanders further into the main hallway, looking about to see if there's any trace of her.] Sophie? Sophie! Time for bed.

[~~Oh brother, what a model parent. If he was still young, he'd have stubbornly told his parents off for making up such an unreasonable bedtime.~~]

pactfulfilled

[It's been a festive night to say the least. The loud congratulations still ring in his mind, the hearty laughter and the cheers as drinks were passed around, the bits and pieces of "manly advice", the well-wishes and the somewhat perverted jokes. A bachelor party, his bachelor party... all winding down to the big event - the wedding - not two afternoons away now.]

[The quiet halls of the Lhant manor seem almost suffocating by comparison as he half-coaxes, half-drags his little brother into his old bed. How he'd gotten this wasted, Asbel can only guess - Hubert's never made his distaste for drunken merriment a secret, after all.]

[Thankfully, he's not alone, though. He's really not sure if he'd want to be tonight, Hubert non-withstanding. Asbel tries his best to smooth the sheets out a little, his mismatched gaze finally rising to meet that of his best friend.]

I don't know how it happened, but I'm pretty confident he's out...

stefanged

[Luceti did not like Stefan, and in turn, Stefan didn't like it much either. While the running electricity and water was adequate, and he had sufficed a "decent" existence, it wasn't home. He had wandered the US for nearly a century. He had seen a great many things, and yet none of it had prepared him for this.

Instead of retreating into his shell, though, he had decided to take the plunge and attempt to befriend people. The werewolves from La Push hadn't ended well - Stefan accidentally mistook them for dinner - but for the most part, he had created some kind of social circle that... well, it was certainly better than the one he had at home.

When was the last time he was actually meeting friends for dinner? Guy friends, and not the random shopping sprees Caroline would drag him out on? He didn't remember. He really, really couldn't.

So, tonight, as he stands in the center of the village, awaiting Luke's arrival, he glances down at his magic journal every few seconds. People are always posting on it, and while not much pings him enough to respond, their stories are entertaining enough to keep him distracted while he waits.]

dancingfists

[The air felt different today. Senel couldn't quite explain it - after all, Werites Beacon was a floating island. It was entirely possible that the Legacy had shifted towards another part of the world. Entirely possible... and not the proper explanation. It couldn't be, because it didn't explain the unsettling feeling in his stomach.

He and Shirley were out today to run errands. Typical brother-sister stuff. They'd get groceries, put them back in the kitchen, and then treat themselves to hot chocolate ~~because it was kinda cold today~~.

Except, while they're paying for groceries, someone inevitably recognizes Senel. Not as a Coliseum champion, mind you, or as an Alliance Marine. Oh, no, they ask him for advice on chocolate chip cookies. Senel gives it, absentmindedly, before turning to stare at the woman as she leaves the store.]

Uh.

[He glances over at Shirley.] Wait, why're people asking me this kinda stuff?

jewelboxes

[Richard woke early, and though it proved difficult to leave the circle of his friend's warmth and slip out into the chilly air of his chambers, there could be no denying the work that needed to be completed before their day's adventures could truly begin. The king's fingers sweep over documents, the royal quill bobbing like a grounded bird as the stack of papers on his desk diminishes, replaced with a smaller pile of letters, the rest tediously filed away.]

[He sets the final signature with a flourish and moves the sheet aside. He'll have the entire day free - "free" in a way that he hasn't for a very long time. The only limitation to that freedom is his ability to play the role of "Rosaline" skillfully enough not to give his true identity away. Pretending to be in love with "Cecilio" won't be a problem at all if yesterday is anything to go by. No amount of distance or months apart have diminished his feelings for Asbel at all, and in just a short time he's been reminded yet again of their extent. Of wanting Asbel to be happy and smiling, to know just how special he is to him, to see him comfortable and cared for and worry-free for as long as possible...and that's only the start. As dear as the others have become, no one else has ever quite struck the same chord in his heart.]

[However, he imagines Rosie would react to being engaged a bit differently than he would... Or would she? Well, Rosie at least has no one else to answer to but her immediate family. And as for himself, he's determined to make the most of his time off exploring Windor. It will be a nice change - not having to keep up appearances in his own kingdom.]

[Richard glances up at long last, a smile lighting his face.]

Yes, I think that should about do it. From this moment onward, I hereby declare that all royal business must be set aside in favor of celebrating Ordinary Citizen's Day.

lockwouldnt

[Some legacies were a burden. The stupid Founders' Council - excuse him, Town Council - was no exception. Ever since Mom had taken over as Town Mayor, various members had "wondered" if Tyler would join their ranks.

He didn't know why they asked. The answer was always no. He didn't want to further taint his name - not the Lockwood name, his - by associating with the same people who wanted to eliminate supernatural threats. In public, they ruled over Mystic Falls with an iron fist, distracting the populace with stupid parties that celebrated a war that the town kind of lost? (He knew about Confederate pride. He really did, but they DID lose the Civil War...)

Then, of course, his freshman year of college had changed all that. Matt had somehow gotten an offer as an intern - and like hell Tyler would let him wander into the lions' den alone. It's the Town Council! (At least Mom was happy about this decision.)

So Tyler's casually waiting for his best friend outside City Hall, keeping himself preoccupied with his phone since he arrived early ~~like a loser~~ like the good friend he is. He even brought coffee for the both of them! He figures, this way, their first day can at least start on the right foot.]

stefanged

The Bad News Bears Meme

...wait. No. Bad.
Person A is chilling. Minding their own business. Maybe knitting. Ever thought about knitting? Never tried it myself but shit's supposedly pretty fun, you should look into it. Point being, Person A is minding their own business.

Person B enters the scene. Person B has a mission. See, Person B has news for Person A. Maybe they got mail addressed to the wrong house? Maybe they were a messenger sent on a grave mission? Maybe they're the originator of the news. But whatever the case may be, they have news. And it's of grave importance.

- Post!
- Tag other people.
- Deliver bad news. Casually mention that their dog got hit, or suggest that they should look into moving as someone set their house on fire. Be creative.
- Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy.

(Stolen from an earlier iteration on

bakerstreet !)

stefanged

[When most people called on a babysitter, Stefan wasn't usually on the short list. He couldn't blame them, either: as much as he believed in people and tried to stay positive, he tended to wallow in his thoughts a little too long. Still, a favor was a favor. If Buffy asked him to jump, he'd probably ask how high (before, you know, making sure she wouldn't stake him).

This afternoon, Dawn had taken him - dragged, really - to the mall. Every teenager's favorite hangout, and the stuff of Stefan's nightmares. Not because most girls oogled him when they thought he wasn't looking (who were they fooling?); not because Twilight passed for popular literature; and not because of the crowds that threatened to push him if he stood still too long.

Nah, it was just irritating that every cashier seemed to think he was Dawn's older brother. They didn't look THAT alike, did they? The first time, it was cute. By the fifth, he was starting to think he should change his last name.

Teasingly, to Dawn:] You think we should tell Buff about her new kid brother?

werepanther

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bonnfire

[Against all rational judgment, Bonnie had decided to study abroad in London for her second year of college. It wasn't the smartest idea, considering she had just come back from the dead (again), and okay, maybe her friends needed her to fix their drama of the week (AGAIN), but she had suffered enough! She wanted to experience the wider world, and dangit, England offered that! Plus, as she pointed out to her friends, she would be only one Skype call away. She could offer them rational advice, and let them figure things out for once.

One weekend, she headed to Manchester with some of the other kids from her program. It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend, exploring the town and some of its haunts and taking pictures for the eager parents back home. Except, it was getting a bit chilly. So she excuses herself from the group, finding a (supposed) isolated spot and murmuring "Incendia" to warm herself up with her own bitty flame.

Except one kid had to spot her and ask about her flame, so she tried to explain (to no avail), and then one thing lead to another...

Instead of leaving with her group on time, she's detained in the hotel lobby while she waits for "the proper authorities" to arrive. At least she's allowed to check her iPhone! Bonnie sighs, thumbing through pictures on Instagram as she wonders how much trouble she's going to land in. Please, authorities, don't make her miss anthropology class!]

tactilekonesis

[It's been a while since Kon's visited Iselia - a few months, to be more precise. After he and Tim figured out how to travel freely between the two worlds, he's been sporadically checking up on the place, claiming that Lloyd needs a helping hand (and who better than the Kid of Steel?). Anyone with half a brain ~~meaning mostly Genis~~ knows better, though: Kon just really wants to see Colette, dammit, and he's going to make this work.

However, since Zelos and Sheena took him seriously on the "helping hand" bit, he's been forced to split his time between Meltokio and Mizuho, repairing random bits and pieces and serving as a go-between. Today, he has the day off, and he's relishing every moment of it. Taking care to walk - not float! - he heads over to find Colette.

Of course, considering this is Iselia, and Earth could explode any minute from impending chaos, he's not too sure how much free time they'll have.]