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]

[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.

[velveteenwolf]

If you become a werewolf, I'll be there with you. I'm not going to let you do anything stupid.

[He says it with a push against his chest, a little playful, trying to keep from letting the night get entirely mired in darkness, or Roman might not be the only one trying to hold back tears.

He gets up from the kitchen, grabs a glass, fills it with ice, and then lets the water flow over until the ice bobs up to the top. He frowns when he sees the bandage, and he hands off the glass to Roman. Half of him wants to shove him in an ice bath and try and bring his temperature down. The other half is aware that his temperature is the only thing that says maybe he's not dying. So he settles on ice water; it should help with the sensation, at least.

He frowns when he sees the bandage and he sighs.]

We've got a first aid kit. Should probably change the bandages.

[Doing his best to play it cool.]

[saturniapavonia]

I won't turn though. Not tonight. I'll be with the moon. Right? I'm not going to be a vargulf.

[As though he has any say in it whatsoever. The if is if he becomes a wolf at all. There is no certainty. Instead of gratefulness there's fear.

Roman takes the glass of water in both of his hands. He's surprised there isn't steam coming off of the contact. First drink is like he's been wandering a desert. The second he's fixing to drain the glass. Water doesn't make him feel like there should be something in his stomach. The beer makes him feel sick and empty. How weird to be hungry and motion sick at the same time.]

It keeps bleeding. Maybe we should cauterize it.

[velveteenwolf]

No, you'll turn with the moon. She was sick, but it doesn't mean you are.

[He'd never heard of a person turned by a vargulf becoming a vargulf on their first turn, not even in the worst of Nic's stories. So, that was a good thing, anyway. Something to ease Roman's worries. Of course, Nic had never had any stories about a vargulf biting an upir so Peter was pretty much on his own in new territory here.

He watches Roman as he drinks the water, then ducks into the bathroom, returning a moment later with an old, beat-up first aid kit.]

If it wants to bleed, let it bleed. Gets the bad blood out.

[He shrugged his shoulders, sitting down on the couch next to him again. Rough-fingered hands softly moving to pull away the bandage again, almost holding his breath. The thought idly dawns on him that Olivia would be furious, but fuck her.]

[saturniapavonia]

How will we know anything when the night's over then?

[The possibility of dying hasn't struck Roman as a serious option. He feels unwell. Pathetically so. More water to gulp before he sets the glass beside the bottle.]

That's plague doctor speak.

[Roman lets him pull the bandage away. It's still a fuckton wet with blood. Below the skin veins are now visible, raised and dark.]

Shit.

[velveteenwolf]

Depends on how bad it gets. If you still look like death in the morning, then it's not taking right.

[Peter didn't really mean to lie, but he just couldn't bring himself to say that he might die. Not when Roman was already clearly so freaked about the whole thing. He shakes his head, laughs a little at the comment. Maybe this really wasn't so different.

He curses under his breath as he looks at the wound, and it's certainly not getting better. He presses a clean gauze pad to it, exhaling, trying to focus.]

Here, hold this in place. I'm going to get a cloth.

[A damp soft cloth, something to try and make sure it was clean, see if he could brush away any of the blackened skin he could see. It was a long shot, but desperation was starting to set in. He'd call Destiny, but Peter's aware that would probably be more for moral support. He'd give it a bit longer, see what happened.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Not reassuring. Not a bit. He holds his arm over the table so that he doesn't bleed over the rug or floor. The wound is going hideous slowly but surely. Roman would be fascinated if this wasn't happening to him.

Dark, still bleeding. The bite marks are now bumps.]

Have you ever known any bitten werewolves?

[velveteenwolf]

No, not personally. Nic did, though.

[Nic was pretty much the only authority on werewolves that Peter had ever known. Sure, Destiny knew stuff about magic, and about werewolves, but when it came to nitty gritty shit, like how the turn works, and what happened when someone got bitter, it was always Nicolae that he'd been sprawled out listening to.

He carefully cleans the wounds, doing what he can to try and loosen some of the necrotic area. Maybe it's just on the surface. A lie that is less and less convincing with how dark his veins are. He does what he can, and then he's trying to put a fresh binding on it, disinfecting it and then setting a double-layer of pads over it, taping them down, and then wrapping it in gauze.

He knows it's not the only time he'll have to do it tonight, but he's still trying to maintain some composure, pretend this is okay.]

Nic says the first few changes can be harder for bitten wolves. I first shifted when I was thirteen; I had time to grow into it. If you're bitten, you don't get that luxury.

[Of course, Peter couldn't imagine Roman as a wobbly wolf pup on wobbly legs anyway. What the fuck was his life that having Roman turn was the best option? Fuck.]

[saturniapavonia]

[He bites his lip and listens, watching as Peter takes to his wound. The disinfecting makes him tense up, he goes as far as to let out a hiss and then nothing else. It was more than what he wanted to betray for pay. Rather then stopping as soon as the antiseptic is off it slowly dissipates as though some of it soaked right on through.]

I won't know though. Until the moon.

[Except it is starting to feel less of an if. Roman reaches for the glass of water again. Glug. Glug. Glug.]

If not-?

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter almost feels bad as he treats the wound as best he can. Knowing this wont be the last time before sunrise he has to change the bandage, see dead skin and dark veins and the red blood. He needs him to make it, needs him to be okay. But, Peter's never been any good for miracles. All he can do is be here, and hope, and hold on. Believe in him. Roman's stronger than Christina.]

Yeah. We'll have some time to figure it out before your first change. Better part of the month.

[And then, there it is. That question that he doesn't want to answer. But he swallows, looking into green eyes with his blues.]

There... isn't really an if not.

[saturniapavonia]

[Wrapping over and done with. But not as soon as he'd like. Roman sets down the water. It's about empty. He's starting to pick up on the unease Peter has. Having seen him gut a corpse with an exacto-knife he's sure that it's not because of a gross as fuck wound.]

What else? [He waits and feels it's not direct enough.] What else is supposed to happen?

[Roman's stomach growls.]

[velveteenwolf]

[He wishes that Roman could just leave well enough alone. This is hard enough as is. Watching him and having that cold, cold fear wrapped around his heart.]

The wound should heal. If it doesn't...

[His blue eyes are slightly glassy, his eyelashes a little damp as he reaches out, touches fingers to Roman's cheek. Sure, he's being a pussy fucking idiot. But he cares. Cares too much, more than he even realized. Fear, in some cases, can be catalyzing.]

The Bite doesn't always take. Sometimes, sometimes people die. It, uh, looks a lot like Tetanus.

[A pause, a breath, fingers almost clutching against skin.]

I'm not gonna lose you.

[saturniapavonia]

[Peter has always projected heat. Roman never believed talk of auras but it made the most sense to him being what he was that he just had a higher temperature that could be felt standing close enough. The gentle touch of his hand and clutching fingers seem degrees cooler than what's bubbling under his pale skin.]

I might die?

[Spooky green eyes get wider, even more roofie blown than ever.]

That bitch! That fucking bitch! She's trying to kill me even now.

[Angry words are betrayed by the waver in his tone.]

[velveteenwolf]

I'm not going to let you die.

[Peter says it as if he has control over such things. He doesn't, and with his blues looking into those blown roofie greens, he can't bring himself to lie and make promises like it'll be fine.

Instead he pulls him in close, holding on to him, and he's high on the emotion and the fear. It's almost an accident; foreheads brushing together, Roman feverish against his skin, and their mouths touch and for Peter it feels like everything goes still.]

[saturniapavonia]

[No. Of course not. Peter wouldn't. He hasn't steered them wrong so far. There were bumps and there will be more. Roman has even more than before put total faith in the other boy. Perhaps more than he'll ever have for himself.

Always confident it seems. Always sure and as honest, comforting and practical as nature itself.

A friend is what he's always allowed himself to be and seem. A lifeline and anchor too. Roman reaches for him in return, not even sure why because they are not going anywhere. Not right now.

Mouth to mouth in what slowly because a kiss. Roman's eyes lightly shut. His grip stays solid. He feels aching, afraid and floating degrees of ill. Even that can't takeaway just how much this makes him feel.]

Stay with me.

[He's not sure why he even bother's saying it between the space he takes a breath. Peter hasn't said anything about going anywhere.

Roman Godfrey can't die. Right now he feels so very capable of life.]

[velveteenwolf]

I'm not going anywhere.

[Words whispered breathlessly into the space between them, his other hand coming up to slide through Roman's hair, curling at the back of his neck. His heart racing, face flushed as his blues flutter open to look into those wide greens.

There's so much between them, so many feelings that Peter's always been afraid of it. Pushing away, running was easier, would be better in the end. Except that it wasn't. Now, he found himself almost wishing he wasn't such a coward. But even in moments like these, Peter isn't prone to fixating on the past. Instead he kisses him again. Kisses him like somehow by sharing breath he can breathe life into the other boy.

He kisses him like he can keep him, like he needs to.]

[saturniapavonia]

[His hair is malleable and soft where Peter's is unruly. This is too good to be true. It doesn't make sense. Roman doesn't want it to really. If it did, maybe it would hurt someone: Letha, Peter or himself. This could very well be a fever dream burning bright on all of the emotions he has. This Romany boy is the last person in Hemlock Grove he gives a care about.

How can his mouth be so sweet and soft? Roman pulls at him like it'll get him onto the couch or on top of him. Whichever.]

[velveteenwolf]

[Later they can make sense of this, figure out what it means. Right now, all Peter knows is that Roman's turning, and he can't lose him. He's beautiful and he needs him, and as long as he's kissing him, it feels like he can't lose him. Offering his breath, stealing Roman's with soft lips. His fingers gently stroking through his hair, a gasp pressed between them as Roman's hands pull at him, and Peter lets himself be drawn down against him, ontop of him, and he shivers with the feeling of Roman's frame under him.

Peter's blues slightly dilated as he looks down into those greens, pulling back just a little so that he can breathe, their lips still almost brushing.]

Roman...

[He almost doesn't know what else to say. Staring at him with a shiver in his shoulders. He needs him, can't lose him. So he's holding on in a way that can only hurt people but seems too natural to resist.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Peter smells new, soft and not exactly sweet the way perfume does. People would say it's like a puppy. Roman's never had pets so he couldn't say so much other than it's a pleasant smell that sits above a coppery, dense odor of his own wound. If he's going to go then it'll be comfortable, calm and drunk on endorphins and testosterone.]

Hmmm?

[Body contact isn't conducive to cooling him down no matter what he wants. Roman's arms are slick and his shirt collar is damp.]

[velveteenwolf]

What do you want?

[It might be easy to write it off as just a dumb gesture for a dying man, but there's an intensity to his blue eyes that say that it's more than that. It's like a moment where things are almost normal, and it's not about whether Roman's changing or not, but just that question. Peter honestly wants to know. He knows what it's like to have things pushed too fast, too far, and not that he believes that would ever happen with Roman, but he needs to know. Words- those that say what they mean- are hard for the both of them.

His fingers tugging at buttons, as much to help him cool off, maybe apologize for the proximity. But he can feel the sweat on his skin, and the layers certainly aren't helping. But he's not entirely altruistic, and there's that simmering desire he's not entirely ignoring that wants bare skin. He kisses him as if that's enough to contain the feelings so long ignored.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Laughable question. Roman wants or has wanted almost everything. Godfrey birthright more or less. His skin is burning, his eyes are bright and under his hands Peter feels so alive and welcoming. He wishes he could take that light into himself. More than that, protect and keep it burning. Not all of these desires and wishes are coming up from his crotch.]

You.

[A single, steady word. Dopey even but as honest as any he's said. He pulls at Peter's clothes too.]