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

[saturniapavonia]

Okay.

[All the tension in Peter's eyes and face make a bowling ball of a weight settle deeper into Roman's stomach. He's been convinced that grief has been making him feel unsettled. This isn't like a dead classmate, it's his sister. The bite is like a cut or so he has convinced himself the past few hours.]

Hot. Tired. It's sore but fuck, you know? It's a bite. They do that. ...Right?

[Roman holds out his arm. He hasn't taken any recreational drugs outside of pot since waking up from a coma. A pill or three would be great right now. Something's kept him.]

You want me to take the bandage off?

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's lips thin a little at Roman's words, and he doesn't answer that question, because he doesn't want to have to explain why he's being so serious. Roman is right; it could just be the aftermath or everything that had happened. It could just be a rather nasty bite by an angry werewolf. It could also be more, be worse. He could be dying, or he could be changing, if it was even possible for him.

He nods at that question, sighing softly.]

Yeah. I just wanna check and see what it looks like.

[It would at least give him some place to start. As long as it wasn't necrotic and black under the seeping blood, he wouldn't have to freak out too much, at least not immediately. Of course, that would undoubtably leave him with Roman and questions, but he knew where Lynda kept the hard liquor.

Better than the alternative.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Carefully pulling away the wet bandage is a brief distraction to the growing worry. Roman lays it open on the counter top. His skin is starting to get red and inflamed around the puncture wounds, the blood that comes out is runny, as though there is no way for it to congeal. Within the teeth marks it's not red, it's black for certain. Or at least a very deep, dark red.]

I cleaned it.

[Roman's last genuine A was in first aid. With his palm laying flat to the counter top, he realizes there's a feeling like a hum starting deep under his skin and resounding, hardly discernible through the rest of him.]

Dammit, say something.

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter just stares, but he doesn't know what the fuck else to do in a situation like this. Needless to say, he doesn't have a lot of experience with werewolf bites. Neither he nor his grandfather had been the type to run around biting people, but Nic had told him stories, what to look out for. Sometimes the bite doesn't take. The wound turns black, and even the blood starts to darken.]

You did good.

[Peter murmurs in a soft response to that almost defensive insistence that he'd cleaned it. He's trying to be reassuring, but the tension is taut. Please, no. Peter isn't sure he can handle this, but he tries not to let on just how scared he is. Roman's demand that he say something finally cuts through the fear.]

Think you can stay the night? Lynda's with Destiny.

[She'd been nearly smothering since he got home, and eventually left him so he could at least get some sleep. He finds that for the first time, he's almost hoping for the fact that Roman's upir. Anything except for the death he sees in the wound. Fear is the mindkiller.]

You can cover it up. I just wanted to see what it looked like.

[Trying to act like nothing's wrong.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Words are what he wanted. And he got them.]

Sure. I'm not going to school next week. I think they even shut it down a few days with all the bullshit.

[He'll let his mother know. Eventually. One missing child is enough. Roman keeps his arm still flattened as he fits the bandage on again. It might be wet but it isn't soaked yet.]

So it's okay? Not going to lose my arm or anything?

[By now it'd be easy to find bullshit. It's apparent in how the other boy is acting. As usual Roman is asking, demanding.]

[velveteenwolf]

Ask me in the morning.

[His voice is a little softer than he means it to be, but he pairs it to that typical shrug of his shoulders, a curve of his mouth. Just typical bullshit, nothing to really worry about -- that's the image he's going for, anyway. He's glad he's staying. Maybe it's selfish to want Roman to himself when he could very well die here, but Peter is selfish, and he's a big enough person to admit to it, at least to himself.]

You thirsty?

[Because alcohol made everything better. Even if Roman didn't want one, Peter was already reaching into the fridge for a beer, because with the weight of what was happening pressing heavily on his shoulders, he needed it.

His throat felt dry, and it was hard to breathe. He needed Roman to be okay, but that didn't seem to be in the stars for them. Clearly brushing off the question meant only good things. Peter didn't really think Roman was actually that dumb, even if part of him wished for it.]

[saturniapavonia]

Going tell me to take the lime in to coconut?

[Bullshit of course. It's their oxygen, their mother tongue. Roman gladly latches onto that. Something that's not hurting and death.]

Yeah. I am.

[Trying to keep it together and feeling like he's running a fever under his skin can make a man mighty thirsty. He only has a vague sense of something is amiss. Peter will tell him in his own time. Hopefully.]

Whatever you got's good.

[With a sigh he starts to take off the cardigan. That'll help.]

[velveteenwolf]

And drink em' both together.

[Peter followed with a dry smirk, a lift of an eyebrow, trying to regain some of the usual banter, the bullshit that flowed from one boy to the other and back again. Trying to focus on that and not the fact that Roman might be dying. That after losing so much it might not be fucking enough.

He nods, grabbing a second beer out of the fridge before closing it with a tilt of his hip. He handed one to Roman after popping them both open -- they were Lynda's stash, glass bottles, slightly better than the pisswater he kept in the fridge by the hammock.]

Wanna watch a movie or something?

[Anything to keep the both of them from thinking about what Peter wasn't talking about.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman stares at the bottles. The first, then the second. Then back to Peter.]

What's with the midgrade shit?

[Maybe there was something charming about the pisswater. A Rumancek hospitality service or something. Maybe it is only because the Godfrey boy is starting to feel helplessly put into place and pacified by the whole fucking universe.

Or maybe it's because the bite is starting to itch. Roman puts a hand to his inner forearm and rubs.

Something's not right.]

Sure... Don't draw a dick on my face if I fall asleep.

[velveteenwolf]

It's Lynda's. Here.

[He shrugs his shoulders, a little amused at how baffled Roman seems at the fact that Peter drank anything aside from cheap whiskey that came from glass bottles. He makes the other teen take one of the bottles, then wanders over to the TV, flipping through the old tapes stacked unevenly next to it.

He laughs at the request, looking over at him with a grin. Bullshit is still easy, even if it feels like a crime.]

And I'll post it on Facebook.

[saturniapavonia]

She's got pretty good taste. What happened with you?

[At first taste he can tell that it is far better. The cool brew down his throat and hitting his stomach is nearly a shock to his system though. It's like he has a fever. Roman follows Peter enough to take a load off on the couch.]

I didn't know you had a Facebook.

[A momentary head rush sweeps over him. Even though he's smiling, his eyes slide shut and he holds the cool glass bottle to his temple.]

Do you like scary movies?

[velveteenwolf]

Well, you know, Rumancek boys have a long history of making their mothers cringe.

[It's bullshit, artfully crafted, paired to a wink and a grin. As if everything is okay, status normal. As if he's not selfishly keeping Roman here with him because he's afraid he won't be there in the morning and he wants to hold onto everything he can. Not that he's admitting to that -- it would ruin that image of the boy that doesn't give a shit about anyone.]

I don't, but I'd make one just for you.

[A crooked grin, followed by a shrug of his shoulders.]

Some of 'em. Mostly the old ones. [A pause.] you sure you're alright?

[saturniapavonia]

[Rumancek family values do give off an impression. At least Roman can get trying to give the finger to his upbringing. It makes the most sense. That umbilical chord was meant to be cut.

The thought of it for a minute makes him want to throw up. The very mental picture of flesh snapping.]

You don't even own a computer. You can't google either.

[So maybe a dick drawing would be marginally tolerable. He takes another sip of the booze, his movements feel especially slow.]

...Just feel like fresh shit.

[velveteenwolf]

I can totally fucking google. Just because I don't own a computer doesn't mean I'm inept, thank you.

[He rolls his eyes, heaving a huff of amused laughter at the other teen as he takes a drink off his beer. It's better than his usual, and Lynda will probably give him shit, but he doesn't care. Not when his facing this down, trying to shy away from the truth that's staring him in the face.]

You want a joint?

[He leans against the TV on its precarious stand as easily as he does the wall at school, looking over at the Godfrey teen on the couch that acts as a makeshift living room. Pretends that's an answer to what's wrong with him. With what's happening to his body (or what he suspects, anyway) he's not even sure how much it'll help with the pain, but he offers anyway.]

[saturniapavonia]

You're not inept but good luck doing anything online without one. Do you even have a smartphone?

[Last he checked the answer was N. O. It's amusing and so absolutely Peter in the same way he can drive but has no car of his own. Roman keeps drinking after that. The coolness feels nice even while nauseating.]

Do you think it'll help?

[Finally, finally, Roman reaches out to set the bottle down on the table. With both hands he rubs his face and admits his thoughts.]

I think something's wrong with me, Peter.

[velveteenwolf]

No. Fuck. I'll take a picture and scan it at the library. Watch it, I'll figure that shit out just to fuck with you.

[The humor didn't last long, unfortunately. Only until Roman was asking if the joint would help. Until Peter was trying to find an answer that wasn't a total bald-faced fucking lie, and then Roman said the words that Peter had been hoping that maybe they could avoid. Just pass the night in quiet bullshit, and not talk about what was happening until it was too late.

He'd almost thought it might be kinder that way.]

Yeah, I know. Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong, what are you feeling.

[He wants to say it'll be okay, but he can't. Instead he flops down next to him on the couch, reaching up and touching a hand to his cheek, so he can feel the warmth of his skin.]

[saturniapavonia]

[It's funny. Down right hilarious. Roman can't appreciate it though. When he rubs his hands free his eyes are half lidded.

Nothing is the easy way with Godfreys. It's got to be hard, showy or whatever way they say it is.]

I feel like I'm burning up. It wasn't so good when I got here. It's getting worse.

[His skin is indeed hot, a sheen of sweat is starting.]

The beer's the first thing I've had since toast. [Or more plainly.] I'm nauseated but starving.

[velveteenwolf]

[The heat is weird. Almost a reassuring fact; he'd have expected him to be getting cold, body sluggish. This is different, and right now Peter will hang onto anything that might hint at Roman not dying. Sure, it didn't look good, but Peter would take anything. He knew better than to hope just yet, but it's something to hang on to.

He lets his fingers linger against Roman's face, touching, feeling how Roman's body temperature is just slightly higher than his own, which is already elevated. The contact feels almost electric, catches his breath, and he shakes his head to clear it, but doesn't quite pull away. Leans in so that their foreheads almost touch, blue eyes looking into green.]

There are only a few ways this goes, and none of them are good. Stay here. Let me help, please.

[He's not sure he can help, but it'll make him feel better, anyway.]

[saturniapavonia]

[A bit ago, not even more than a few seconds this was more time to spend shooting the shit. Peter's seriousness and the intensity that's staggering means that shit is not as it should be. Roman swallows. His eyes have gone wide.]

Help me. Fuck. What's happening?

[velveteenwolf]

You've been bitten by a werewolf.

[Peter says it with a sigh, a vague shake of his head, because it fucking sucks. His lips thin, and there's that intensity, that seriousness, that says this isn't some dumbshit joke to go with Roman's question about scary movies.]

It doesn't always... work out right. It's not that simple.

[He's scared, but he's here for him, and now seems like the absolute worst moment to tell him about being upir so he's just going to skip that part as much as possible.]

[saturniapavonia]

[No no no no no no. His lips start moving and Roman's talking fast.]

I would have changed or something by now, wouldn't I? She wasn't real like you. She was a vargulf and she's dead.

[Real. Fake. She broke bones and killed innocent girls like the ones that she was once. Roman's grasping at straws. He had a vague idea of how this could be. And for a bit he was truly deceived by Peter's calm. Even though he has no intention of going anywhere, Roman grips the couch and straightens like he's going to bolt.

Celluloid monsters sometimes have their spells broken by death. But the vargulf from the start was an illness, was it not?

Face to face, eye to eye he locks onto Peter like a lifeline.]

What do we do?

[velveteenwolf]

She was sick, but she was still a werewolf.

[Casually neglecting to address the statement and she's dead. It's another problem for him to deal with, but that one can wait, and this can't. Peter tenses, leans in as Roman straightens like he might run. He's cupping his face before he even knows what he's doing. The only thing he knows is that he can't lose him. What wouldn't he do to keep him?]

Try not to freak out. I stay with you, and we see what happens.

[He shakes his head, looking at him. There are moments when you're face to face with something you've been denying because it's uncomfortable, unpleasant, scary. This was that moment for Peter, and he didn't much like it. Caring for Roman like this was a serious bonehead move.]

You were half right. Whatever's happening to you should be done by sunrise.

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman's supernatural lore is limited to fucking television and movies. This is Peter's territory and now the vagueness seems orchestrated. He has to know. He has to. Roman's face scrunches with worry and pain. Try not to freak out is damn good advice and he's on the verge.

Panting for breath to calm and actually breathe right is all he does in the other boy's rough hands.]

Sunrise? That's hours away.

[He's not going to cry. Not really. All these emotions are on the surface.]

Isn't there something you can do? You made her change, didn't you?

[She had a name. Roman doesn't care enough to use it. She had a life and took so many others and about destroyed his too.]

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah, I know. It fucking sucks. But we'll get through it, alright?

[He doesn't let go. As if the touch, contact, offers some sort of connection, something that might help. As if the wolf that lurks under his skin can help pull Roman through this. They would get through this. Not particularly letting himself hope, even if it was all he wanted, but a statement of fact: one way or the other, they would know.

He wouldn't have judged Roman if he did cry, but he's glad that he didn't; Peter doesn't handle tears particularly well.]

I didn't make her change. She did. She wanted to turn against the moon.

[He curses a little under his breath. He probably should hate her. Just like he should have killed her when she was still a frail little girl, but he hadn't been able to manage it any more than Roman. Christina. She's taken so many lives, he needed her to not take Roman, too.]

Do you want some water? You're burning up.

[saturniapavonia]

[Nodding makes his vision swim, he does anyway. They will get through this. He sniffs and resolves to keep it together. Have some dignity. Be a fucking big brother.]

Will I too? If I become a werewolf?

[Peter hasn't said that is the end result but Roman has a rough idea. Werewolf bite. What else could be happening? He literally is without a clue.]

Yeah. Water'd be good.

[He's still going to try and drink his beer. It might help. More liquid in general. Speaking of he checks the bandage, it's growing darker.]

Fuck.