Open RP Post

[puppiesandrazors]

↪ Pick one of my characters OR drop any character of yours in and get a random choice.
↪ Use RNG and enter 1-14 for a scene; roll again for specifics.
↪ Or cheat and just pick something.
↪ You can also just throw a picture, quote, or whatever kind of prompt you want.
↪ OPTIONAL: combine a bunch of memes and scenarios and go nuts.
↪ NOT optional: HAVE ALL THE FUN OR ELSE.
↪ Note: speed may be variable depending on game threads

Shamelessly stolen and modified from Anne who shamelessly stole and modified it from Conway. Zero regrets.

I. BED INVADERS

A. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous CR, etc.)

1. WAKE THEM UP. You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
2. PRANK! Oh, this has just got to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
3. CAN'T BEAT 'EM, JOIN 'EM. Push 'em over & snuggle up. You're too tired to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
4. LET THEM SLEEP. Whatever. It's noon. They're asleep and you've got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.

B. Decide you have NO CLUE who is person is! (No CR, castmates who have never met, crosscanon, etc.)

5. SCREAM 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP!' Really. Default action going on here.
6. PRANK! What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise what you do.)
7. GENTLY AWAKEN THEM. Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted, but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
8. GET TO KNOW THEM NON-BIBLICALLY. Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. AS a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
9. TIE 'EM UP. FUNCTIONAL typing up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.

C. Decide - fuck the police. You heard. Fuck 'em.

10. YOU MOVE FORWARD AND MAKE YOUR OWN FATE.

II. ROAD TRIP

1. BREAK DOWN. Oh snap. Your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?
2. HITCHHIKERS? Is this even a good idea? Threads may also have a third participant. Go wild.
3. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT? Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... Or I think that was a deer...
4. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND. Alas. You're the parent or disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the bakc. This thread may also have a third or even fourth participant, if you can wing it.
5. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK! No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.
6. THE GREAT ESCAPE. Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.
7. MAKE OUT. For whatever reason, the person you're traveling with in the car. You would love to make out with them and then some.

III. CUDDLES

1. SWEET DREAMS. It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
2. STORMY WEATHER. The heavy rain, thunder, and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
3. SLOW DANCE. It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
4. SURPRISE ATTACK. Time to invade someone's personal sapce. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
5. MOVIE NIGHT. It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
6. I LOVE YOU, MAN. It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
7. JEEPERS CREEPERS. Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
8. HURT AND COMFORT. Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped, or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
9. SUNDAY MORNING. Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there's just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart's content.
10. MOMENT AFTER. You just had incredible, vigorous sex and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
11. MENAGE A TROIS. Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
12. PLAYER'S CHOICE. Pick one or make up your own!

IV. HURT/COMFORT

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though.
6. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to make up.
7. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
8. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheat on, abuse, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
9. LOSS. You've experienced a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

V. FIGHT

1. FISTFIGHT. Straight-up, unfussy, no-holds-barred facepunching. Clearly you're emotionally invested in this argument. Or maybe you want some stress relief.
2. BAR FIGHT. Someone's had one too many drinks. Curses are being slurred, bottles are being smashed. Just don't be surprised if you get thrown out.
3. VERBAL. A caustic, intellectual battle of wits? Or just immature playground insults? Either way, the fighthing here isn't physical; sticks and stones can break your bones, but we'll see if words can hurt you...
4. WEAPONRY. Fencing practice or a real swordfight? Paintball or battlefield gunfight? The only limits are your imagination (and the extents of human military engineering, of course)!
5. SPARRING. Maybe you're a streetwise punk teaching the new kid on the block the ropes of self-defense. Or perhaps you just want to get some practice in before your karate exam.
6. SEXY. That collar-grabbing led to a kiss, that knee stayed in a place a little too long, those gazes got a little intense... There's heavy breathing here, but it might not be because you've been exerting yourself.
7. DUEL. You insulted the wrong person. Or got caught cheating at cards. A duel, sir, a duel! The gloves are off (and slapping you) and it's pistols at dawn.
8. COMPETITIVE. Boxing, wrestling, martial arts, the possibilities are endless. Just remember: the first rule of Fight Club...
9. OTHER. Combine any of the above, or make up your own!

VI. BODY HORROR

1. WATER-DWELLING. You've grown gills, or your skin is turning translucent, or you're sprouting fins, or maybe you're outright turning into some form of sea life. It doesn't matter what you're turning into - what does matter is taht you're slowly losing the ability to breathe air, and there's no water in sight.
2. ANIMAL. Something bit you, and you're turning into an animal. Your bones lengthen or perhaps shrink, break, twist, and reform. Your teeth lengthen or shorten. And above all, you feel your instincts being overridden. Your senses sharpen; you notice smells you never did before. Your vision becomes more sensitive to movement. If you're a predator? Man, these people look mighty tasty. Prey? OH GOD. EVERYTHING IS TERRIFYING. Lizard? Enjoy your new inability to regulate body temperature. Bird? Have fun with the whole beak and hollowing bones. And don't get us started on insects and arachnids.
3. PARASITIC. Something's inside you, and it's changing you from within, chewing up your insides and altering your thoughts. You're not sure how much longer you're going to be you, and when the parasite's going to take over completely...
4. DEMONIC. You've been meddling with dark powers beyond the ken of mortal man, and it seems you've accidentally sold your soul. Will you be the traditional kind of demon, horns and hooves, or something far more terrifying and ineffable?
5. UNDEAD. No doubt about it, you're dying. But as you are, something's been altered in you. Maybe you're becoming a vampire - and not the fun kind either; we're talking ugly, ravenous, and mad. Maybe you're a zombie, or a ghoul, and human flesh looks mighty tasty. Or maybe you're just turning into a ghost bent on vengeance. In any case, death is never fun.
6. CYBERNETIC. Get captured by the Borg? Strapped to an operating table? INjected with nanites? Whatever happened to you, you're slowly turning into something half-human, half-machine, and your squishy bits are being replaced by mechnical components.
7. LOVECRAFTIAN. You've heard their song, the terrors from beyond the stars, and even no they sing in your blood as your frlesh transmutes into something ineffable and unknowable. You revel in the pain. You feel even as you seek to spread it, to herald the end of all things... Or maybe worse. You're aware of the transition as your mind becomes not your own.
8. FUSION/HIVEMIND. Youv'e begun to fuse with the first person who tagged you - physically, mentall, or both. Soon, you can't tell who is who, which one of you is the real you, as yur thoughts become one. Join in the fleshsong, mortal.
9. INANIMATE. Your body slowly petrifies and hardens, tuning to stone, wood, glass, or somethign stranger still. Or perhaps you liquefy or maybe you dissolve into the air itself.
10. WILDCARD. Pick whatever you like, combine a few options, or make up your own.

VII. HIGH SCHOOL AU

1. CLASS TIME. Pick your class, pick your seat. Whether you're paying attention or goofing off, you're interacting constantly with someone else.
2. BREAK TIME. Those precious minutes that aren't lunch, usually half an hour if you're lucky. Are you hanging out on the grass, rushing to get homework finished, or bunking off school early?
3. LUNCH TIME. Food, glorious food! ... As long as you're not eating the school lunches. What sort of chaos will you get up to in the endless queue that is the lunch line?
4. FOOD FIGHT. The natural reaction to being served school lunches: throwing them as far away from you as possible. You're caught in the middle, or maybe you're instigating it. Who knows? No one can tell.
5. STUDY PERIOD. Yeah. "Studying." They mean catching up on gossip, right? Or watching that crappy TV in the common room? Or maybe you really want to study. I'm not judging.
6. SKIPPING SCHOOL. Did you even get to school before you bunked off somewhere? Or did you just take the bus five stops further and in to town? Hope you don't get caught, either way.
7. EXAM WEEK. You're going into an exam, or just cramming every last bit of knowledge into your head. Either way, good luck! You're going to need it.
8. DETENTION. What did you do? Or were you innocent and wrapped up in your friend's scheme, and now you both have detention? I do not envy you at any rate.
9. SUMMER HOLIDAY. SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER! Burn your books, burn your uniforms. Everything is over for another 6 weeks (or however long you get off).
10. FACULTY. Oh, hello miss/sir. No, we weren't talking about bunking. Yep, you're the teacher. IMPORTANT NOTE: If you get this option, you or your partner can do a second roll for the scenario.
11. TAKE YOUR PICK. Free for you. Whether you want to pick something from the list, or make up your own scenario, this option allows that. (Of course, you could just bypass the rolling entirely.)

VIII. APOCALYPSE HOW

1. LAST ACTION HERO. You tried your best to save the world, but despite the superpowers, the teamwork, and the sacrifice of many good friends, you couldn't quite pull it off. Now you're left with your guilt and a universe where half the people left are depending on you to help them, while the rest are trying to hunt you down for your failures. Good luck with that, hero.
2. SCIENCE SAVIOR. They said it was impossible, they said it was futile, but you know that if you just got a little bit of support you could fix all of the world's troubles. Maybe your experiments are a bit on the unethical side, but the survival of humanity is depending on you! You can't let the world down. Time to grab those test-tubes and get yourself a lab assistant that doesn't mind getting their hands dirty.
3. THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH. Well, it's finally happened. A virus or disease or genetic mutation has all but wiped out members of the opposite sex and humanity is doomed. But what's this? A lone survivor? As the saviour of the species, they'll be glad to lend a hand (or reproductive organ) to help restore the population, right? Maybe a little bit of persuasion is in order.
4. SO LONELY. You haven't talked to another person in days and you're starved for conversation. So when you finally meet another lone traveler it makes total sense to stick together, right? Maybe share some food, some companionship, some ammo. . . . Better hope you both get along.
5. MUTATION STATION. The bomb dropped and some people weren't fortunate enough to go in the blast. Now those left behind have to deal with nuclear winter, a dwindling food supply, and some strange additions to the human gene code. Maybe these superhumans are friendly and misunderstood. Then again, maybe they just want to eat your brains.
6. LAST DANCE. The world is ending. You know it, everyone knows it, so the only thing left to do is party like it's 1999. Complete your bucket list, do the things you never got the chance to do before, and maybe screw up the courage to do the things you were too scared to even think about doing. Oh, and watch out for looters.
7. FREEBIE SCENARIO. Anything you can think of that isn't already mentioned can go here.

IX. PARANOIA

1. EROTOMANIA. That person loves you. They belong to you. They might deny it and be with someone else but they're ridiculous. You know better here.
2. DISTRUST. Simple as it sounds, you're being lied to. You can't prove it but you're not falling for their tricks anymore.
3. HALLUCINATIONS. A vague classic. Those sounds, those sights, your senses are screwed up and the world is upside down. There's plenty of senses to screw.
4. TAINTED. You're completely wrong. Is it in your family's blood? Is it parasites? A disease? Aliens? A sin? But it's consuming you, whatever it is.
5. CONSPIRACY. Why are they after you? Who knows. Maybe you know. But everyone is in on it and you're the only one left fighting against it.
6. CONTROL. Your actions aren't your own, even if others insist they are. Somehow, either drugs or magic or something, someone is making you their puppet.
7. FIXATION. Either it's in you or someone else or a thing but this imperfection is clawing at your mind. Just fix it. Fix it and you can rest.
8. FOLIE A DEUX. The more either you or the other person talks, the more you feed into this unease and the more real it sounds. What can you two alone do?
9. REPLACEMENTS. Is it just this person or is everyone being replaced with a fake? You're not a fake, though. You won't let them replace you.
10. REAL. Is any of this real? Maybe you're dreaming or drugged. Maybe you're dead. But you need to prove that this is really happening, whatever it takes.

X. MOOD MISMATCH

The character tagging in can be the cause, the subject, or the witness of a more or less (in)appropriate display of feelings.

I. WOEFULLY
1. Take over the world.
2. Eat chocolate cake.
3. Train with them.
4. Attend a party thrown for them, or for you.
5. Get crowned / promoted / awarded a high honour by, or beside them.
6. Receive a dazzling gift from them.

II. ANGRILY
1. Carry out a domestic task with their help.
2. Make them a sandwich.
3. Direct them in traffic.
4. Propose, or commit to them.
5. Deliver their mail / missive / gift.
6. Give them a massage.

III. BLISSFULLY
1. Break their heart.
2. Read out a defamatory article about them, or a vicious critical review of their work.
3. Trigger a curse/mechanism that condemns you both to some terrible chore or fate.
4. Destroy all that is dear to them.
5. Share your germs. All of them.
6. Sign you both up for a nigh-suicide mission.

IV. SENSUALLY
1. Mop the(ir?) floor.
2. Carry out a mundane phone conversation.
3. Vandalize public property.
4. Take down your enemies.
5. Play chess.
6. Confess to them, or give a report of your activity.

V. POLITELY
1. Take them hostage.
2. Knock them out.
3. Pickpocket them.
4. Confront them about something you learned by listening in on their private conversations, reading their (e-)mail, or having their house under surveillance.
5. Betray them.
6. Try to kill them, or have them killed.

XI. RANDOM LOCATION

1. LOST. Oh shit, how did you even get here.
2. ON THE RUN. Getting away from someone or something that's after you.
3. TREASURE HUNTING. Something you desire is here. Maybe it's being guarded or you're competing for it.
4. TRAVELLING. You turned up here on purpose. Why is up to you.
5. ESCAPE. Things have gone wrong and you need to get out of this place.
6. DISASTER. Something awful has happened whether you're the cause, a witness or there to help.
7. INVASION. It's a siege! Are you defending or attacking?
8. HOME. It's actually where you live.
9. DUEL. The predetermined location to end a feud.
10. WHATEVER. Just make something up, whatever.

XII. STOP! SOMEONE IS NAKED IN YOUR...

1. BED. Waking up after a wild night or just getting ready for bed?
2. OFFICE. Getting a leg up at work? Caught in a moment of indiscretion?
3. YARD. Someone's been communing with nature...
4. CAR. The warmth of a heater during snowfall... or the aircon during a melting summer.
5. BEACH. Oh look, there's a floating swimsuit... and there's its owner.
6. RIVER. God, can't even fish without hooking the wrong species.
7. BATTLEFIELD. Oops, someone looted the wrong corpse... who isn't actually a corpse.
8. SCHOOL. All right, who's been raiding the locker room?
9. BATHROOM. . . . Oh, hey, who needs a shower, right?
10. PARK. Sun and grass and lots of people to . . . watch . . . oh my.
11. . . . CLOTHES?? Okay, technically they are clothed, but it's not their clothes dammit.
12. OTHER. Because there are way, way too many more places than I can think of.

XIII. INTIMACY

1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. FORCED INTIMACY. Magic. A truth serum, whatever - you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
5. SLOW-DANCING. There is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trust you to lead them.
6. OTHER. Intimacy can come in many forms. Pick your poison.

XIV. OTHER

1. BOUNTY HUNTERS. You're wanted. And someone is chasing you. Maybe it isn't your fault? But maybe you did rob that bank. Either way, there's someone after that price on your head. Confront them, or run? Specify hunter or hunted.
2. TRUTH. You can't tell a lie. Maybe both of you can't, or only one of you, but now is the time to ask those embarrassing questions.
3. OBEDIENCE. The person posting is compelled to obey, no matter what. (Un)Fortunately the person commenting is compelled to give orders. All orders given must be obeyed.
4. LOTUS EATERS. The person posting is trapped in their own dream of personal paradise. The person commenting is trapped with them. Help free them, or fall into paradise?
5. PLANTS OF DEATH. Plants are trying to kill you. (Something's . . . happening.)
6. INSOMNIA. One or both of you can't sleep, and that sucks. Be awake together.
7. DREAMWALKING. One of you is trapped in the other's dream - or nightmare.
8. SOULMATES. You are meant to be, whether the relationship is functional or . . . less so.
9. PICTURE/QUOTE PROMPT. Throw a bunch of pictures and/or quotes around and see what happens, freeform style! Try RP Visualocities or A Sea Of Quotes.
10. OTHER-WORLDLY. Go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times if you like. Mix & match.

Comments

[velveteenwolf]

Hey, I know that one. And Je te veux en moi. All the French I know is from these old pornos Vince had.

[Peter shrugged his shoulders, a flippant, almost impish grin curving his mouth. He's fucking with him. Talk about dumb ideas. He grins at the instructions, grabbing the liquor out of the glove compartment. Typical Roman grade expensive shit; not that Peter had really expected anything else. He undoes the cap and takes a drink before waving it in Roman's direction in offering.

Somehow, this sort of shit is easy. Being here with him, even if this is a dumbshit idea. A Rumancek in some rich folk Country Club.]

[saturniapavonia]

French porn? So it was pretty hairy. Up your alley. Veux-tu essayer l'amour en levrette?

[Dirty, funny and normal. Roman's fucking right back. They're bros. No harm. Letha wouldn't have wanted to skip out on class either. And she certainly wouldn't be interested in long conversations about dirty things in French or any other language.

He reaches for his flask for a swig.]

After all this, you'll be disappointed. The wine list is mostly French the rest is translated.

[velveteenwolf]

Hey, it wasn't mine and I was like thirteen. Oui, si vous me le donnez dur.

[Peter leans in a little, lets his voice drop into his best porn star approximation for shits and giggles. (Also his only porn star impersonation, if anyone's keeping track.) It was just a funny joke, right? It warms his skin a little, but who's keeping track?]

Well, guess I might be able to manage. Guess we'll find out.

[He grins and raises an eyebrow.]

You planning on drinking mimosas and bloody mary's over lunch? That's what the trophy wives drink, right? I hear it doesn't count as drinking if there's juice in it.

[saturniapavonia]

No shit? I didn't see films until I was like fifteen. There were magazines. Websites.

[One more sip before he passes it back to Peter.]

Aussi dur que ma bite.

[Shit is too good to deny. Roman laughs and then his hands tap on the wheel as he quietly admits at last.]

I took two semesters of French. It really gets girls wet, you know?

[And it's pretty. He's about sure that Peter's playing mockingbird and happens to be very good at it. They're almost to the club.]

It depends on what I order. I mean, not my fault if it wouldn't go well with prime rib or salmon.

[velveteenwolf]

Vince had a box he kept in his closet. VHS tapes, old school. I used to borrow them and Vince was a good sport and he'd pretend not to notice.

{Peter takes a drink, grinning like a fool as he looks over at Roman. Whatever the shit this dumb game they were playing was, Peter didn't have it in him to back down, even if he's totally just fucking around here.]

Je veux sucer ta bite.

[There's a flushed huff of amusement, and he lets his head fall back against the headrest.]

It is pretty hot. [There's a pause, and he catches himself.] I mean, you know. It makes shit that's filthy as fuck sound all pretty.

[saturniapavonia]

He probably wanted someone to appreciate em as much as he did.

[The back and forth keeps on going. It's more impressive and inspired than Roman thought. And he's supposed to be the driver paying attention. Not looking over, Roman licks his lips and continues.]

Mon bébé sait ce que j'aime. Tu ferais mieux de les avaler.

[How far is too far? Because it's still a subject. And they're on the same playful level. Roman should feel ashamed. He's not.]

Sure does, doesn't it? You think that's why everybody thinks France is so damn great? I mean sight seeing sure. But if you can talk your way into people's pants by just knowing the native language.

[The jaguar climbs up the hill and weaves into the long driveway.]

[velveteenwolf]

Knowing Vince, you might be right. You ever have a favorite kind?

[Probably a dumbfuck question, but with sexuality so easily on their tongues, the question came almost without a thought. He stares when Roman licks his lips, because fuck.

If Roman had any illusions about Peter actually knowing most of this shit, it's one broken with how long it takes Peter to parse through that one and come up with his own retort. He's not sure he's even got it right, but he's still trying.]

Seulement pour vous. J'aime la saveur.

[He swallows after he says it, taking a drink to distract himself. He knows it's just a game, but there's that threat of a line that they're dangerously close to crossing. His eyes take in the scenery as the approach the Country Club, still a little disbelieving. Destiny would probably want to know what the fuck was wrong with him.]

True. You ever been? France, I mean.

[saturniapavonia]

Heh. [Of course he has had a favorite kind.] Doubles sometimes. A man and two women. Two women and a man. Two men and a woman. [He shrugs. Oh and things with a little bleeding. Why is it easier to talk about the slightly queer stuff?]

Aimez-vous dans votre cul aussi? Je pourrais vous remplir aux deux extrémités.

[A little stumbling but still he keeps coming back. They should stop. So far Roman doesn't completely have a hard-on.]

Nah. I wanted to. My mom wanted us to go. The old man wanted us to stay in town, especially if it meant he'd be here alone with Shelley.

[velveteenwolf]

Sheeit. Threesomes are hot, though. Well, I mean, I'm easy, I guess. I like pretty much anything that seems like it would feel good. [And some other things, but let's leave that be for now. It was just that favorites were hard to choose or some shit.]

My favorites were always things where it was really rough, but they were both still really into it. Like the person getting fucked wanted it just as bad.

[They should seriously stop. Both talking about porn, and the more dangerous line of this bullshit French he could hardly still keep up with.

Peter's breath catches in his throat even before he manages to entirely parse it out. But he does, and there's a shiver in his shoulder for a moment. He thinks Roman speaking French is hotter than anyone in those old pornos. It's revenge, almost, when he leans in, too close to be sane for either of them, so breath can touch skin.]

Oui, je le veux. Voulez-vous me baiser?

[Peter was going to get himself in trouble, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, either. Peter was half-hard, a fact he was doing his best to hide in his jeans. Totally unaffected or some shit.

He tries to grin when he starts to pull back, as if he's somehow winning.]

[saturniapavonia]

Well yeah. That's why I like em. More bodies, more action.

[As though it's the most natural thing in the world as well as the most 'safe' homoerotic indulgence he has. Peter's own description makes his ears feel hot.]

You mean fucking like it's the real thing? Not their job. [Or a dumb game.] Yeah. That is pretty fucking good. I like it when they get loud too.

[What's noise compared to the hush tone of voice for Peter's reply. It's not words he's saying, it's pouring molten lava into his ear and having it trickle all the way down to his cock. Roman reaches for him, even before he knows that's what he's doing and grips on the other boy's collar.

They're practically at valet. Only two cars up.]

Oui. [The word is a rough, low noise that he has to tell himself he's playing at. Just a role. That's all. Just a purring kitten not a hungry tiger. Spooky green eyes hold his before the car in front of them moves up. Roman lets go and clears his throat before saying:]

Attention à ce que vous souhaitez pour.

[velveteenwolf]

I always figured you'd be into screamers.

[Peter's teasing, but he's also not. He should leave it there, but apparently he's not that smart, because Roman's fingers clutch at his collar, and Peter grins. The words whisper in between them and his hands clutch at the back of Roman's seat. As if he'd let Roman be the only one closing distance, here.]

I'm always careful. [Bullshit.] I know what I want.

[It's in English, and he shrugs cheekily because yeah, he can only keep up for so long. He should have shut the fuck up when he couldn't keep up, but instead he crossed that line. He's in his space and he's looking at him with those blues and there's trouble there.]

You telling me you're not into any kinky shit? Always figured you'd be into all that leather stuff.

[saturniapavonia]

Faster. Harder. More. Oh baby, baby. Yes.

[He speaks the words softly eyes shut in his own impression of Sally at the table from the Billy Crystal movie. After Roman opens one eye in a wink.]

You wouldn't want to hear that?

[They reach the valet and Roman keeps the car going. Two attendants are coming up. One for each door.]

You want to keep an eye out because we're in Pennsylvania. Might be hard to explain. Oh yeah and to your girlfriend.

[It was the jab that had to come. He tucks his hands in his pockets as he walks to Peter's side to lead him into the Country Club.]

Rope. Blindfolds. Leather's okay.

[Still he cannot get himself to say blood. It's bad enough right now.]

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah, I'm all for people enjoying themselves. [He shrugs his shoulders, blue eyes looking into greens; he wouldn't be entirely surprised if this was just part of making his mother furious. Horrifying people even more.]

She's not my girlfriend.

[Not that Letha paid any attention to such claims, but they were important to say anyway. He gets out of the car, lets himself follow after him.]

I like rope and blindfolds. Spanking.

[He's a little shifty, uncomfortable with the admittance and he scratches against the side of his face. Yeah, so maybe he's a kinky fuck too.]

[saturniapavonia]

Me too. It's a free country. People you know.

[People who judge, stare and talk. People he loves to piss off. They step in and there's a violin quartet somewhere in the corner. Pretty much a general place of sophistication. A bar over to the side. Roman steps up to the concierge.]

Outside dining.

[He slowly turns and squints as he looks at Peter.]

Don't fuck around with her, okay? She's all heart. Hearts break. She doesn't need that. And you don't need me pissed off at you.

[velveteenwolf]

If you really believe that, then you don't know your cousin.

[There's a brief flash of something in Peter's blue eyes. Something that's a little bitter, a little hurt, before it vanishes under that veneer that Peter tries to present. Everything is totally fucking okay. And if it wasn't, it wouldn't have anything to do with a dumb girl or the green-eyed boy beside him.

Or so he'd like to claim, anyway.]

The only thing she cares about is getting what she wants. Fucking Godfreys.

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman for a moment just stares at the gypsy boy. They're both in casual clothes but any trained eye can see that the taller, pale young man's garments are artfully distressed. The other is road worn and generally worn as clothes tend to. Two odd pieces.

He clicks his tongue in displeasure and for a moment hollows out his cheeks as though talk like this is a pain to endure. A pain? No he tells himself. An annoyance.

Letha has been nothing but kind to these too assholes.]

Let me tell you what I want. I want to sit and eat. And I want you to be good company.

[velveteenwolf]

[Kind isn't a word easily put to Letha, at least not for Peter. There's a light to her, and he cares about her -- in his own way, not the one she wants -- but she is still every bit a Godfrey. She takes what she wants, and the more he tries to get free, the more trapped he feels.

He shrugs his shoulders, refusing to apologize. Roman was the one that fucking brought her up in the first place. He doesn't love her, even if he's told that lie, and Roman seemed to believe it well enough. It had seemed safer, at the time.

Fuck this shit. Fuck Godfreys and their belief that they can own people as surely as any other goddamn thing. Fuck people and feelings altogether, for that matter. And especially Roman and how he makes Peter's heart skip.]

I didn't know I was ever good company.

[Smart ass as always.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Kind is stepping out of a car to try to help a fucking crazy homeless person. Roman's view of it is obviously skewed. Look at his upbringing. Look at his connections or lack thereof.

It must be nice to have someone fawn over and get the same right back to you. Peter can talk all the shit he wants. That doesn't change the equation in Roman's head. He thinks about them (Peter) much more then he should.

They're finally seated.]

You're not. That's why I want you to try. What's the worse that could happen? It'd make me happy for two seconds?

[Bullshitting again oh so comfortably. If they sit outside they can smoke.]</small. Were you seeing anybody before you moved here?

[velveteenwolf]

I'll do my best, scouts honor.

[It would be nice if it was something, or someone, he wanted. Instead, Letha mostly was important because she kept Peter away from Roman. She wasn't as dangerous, they didn't share dreams, her eyes weren't as sharp. Still a Godfrey, but not one he'd bullshit about porn and dirty talk in French with.

That probably said something.

He flashes the boy scout finger sign with an expression that makes it abundantly clear he's never had any affiliation. Not to mention Peter's love for making promises whether he intends to keep them or not. He lounges in the chair and looks over at Roman. His head tilts, and there's a frown on his face at the question.]

Not really. There were some other kids I messed around with once or twice.

[The classic experimenting, handjobs and the like, awkward kisses. Nothing that meant shit.]

[saturniapavonia]

You want a report card at the end too?

[They get their menus and Roman doesn't even raise his eyes to the waiter. Just half reading, half watching Peter and his dumb scout impression.]

Afternoon delight.

[Why do they have to talk about sex again? Oh wait. Because they're teenage boys.]

That must be easier when you don't know everyone somehow.

[velveteenwolf]

Oh, sure. What's my grade, teacher?

[There's a lift of an eyebrow, and something inexplicably perverse in the turn of his voice. Fucking teenage boys, man.]

So what should I get here? You said the steak's good, right?

[He eyes the menu, realizes he doesn't even know what half the crap that's supposedly in English is. What's carpaccio and proscuttio? He looks up at Roman a little helplessly. Rich Folk almost seems to be it's own dialect as far as Peter is concerned.]

Yeah, but you seem to do okay.

[Peter's always listened to the bathroom gossip. Ear to the ground and all that.]

[saturniapavonia]

Hold your questions until the end Keep your eyes on your own paper. This is going on your permanent record.

[Have a finger wave for good measure. Only to have it land on the menu as he reaches over the table.]

The porterhouse is killer. Filet mignon too. That's some more French for you.

[So, so funny there Roman.]

Yeah. For fucking around. You could say that.

[A few fuck friends. A few very happy vendors that sell wares. That kind of thing.]

[velveteenwolf]

Permanent record? You promise?

[His tone is still flirty, and his smile is almost wolfish, unashamed, even if it's ten shades of wrong, and not just because of Letha.]

Might be French, but the kind you were speaking was better.

[There's just something about today that makes things feel easy. Makes him not give a shit about the consequences. Maybe it's that Roman clearly doesn't or they wouldn't be here in the fucking first place.]

The girls say you have some sort of huge cock or something.

[He doesn't know why he says it, except that he's seventeen and they can't seem to keep from talking about sex. That juvenile curiosity that wants to know if it's true or just some shit girls say.

Girls, man.]

[saturniapavonia]

I'm as serious as the grave.

[Which is none at all. Bullshit talk. They're professionals. It's such a light and easy exchange. Friends. Yep. No other tension or thought beyond it. Roman's getting pretty good at this kind of pep talk.]

Is that because it was dirty French?

[They finally get water and Roman's about to take a sip when he stops at the question. People do talk. Of course they would. Girls especially kiss and tell. Roman raises an eyebrow and his glass.]

I only work with what God gave me. And it's no thick porno dick if that's what they're saying. Just standard big. Who's been talking about my cock?

[To Peter of all people.]

[velveteenwolf]

Better be. I'd be very disappointed if there was all this talk and you chickened out.

[Are they still talking about permanent record, and hinting at some sort of naughty-teacher bullshit? Who fucking knows. Certainly not Peter.]

Maybe. Maybe I just like how you say it better.

[Of course it was because it was dirty French.

Peter shrugs at the question, leaning back in his seat with a grin that waggles on his mouth. And now he's wondering what standard big actually means, and how fucked is the world that he's wondering what Roman's cock looks like.]

People. You know how girls are. What's the point of showing up to school at all if you don't listen to the bullshit?