boxofdactyls | [randomizer] memebells is for pussybitches

➔ Randomizer style, because it's my favorite.
➔ Option one: hit up www.random.org/ and use the randomizer to pick a number between 1 and 8. Now match that number to the themes below and drop a comment with your muse, setting up the scene. Let us know in the subject line what number you got. Other people will respond to you and RP it out!
➔ Option two: just drop a blank comment and I (and other people, if they want) will roll and respond, noting the scenario in the subject line and setting up the scene.
➔ Multiple threads are cool! You guys can play with each other too, not just me, if you want.
➔ For the complete randomizer experience, feel free to do what I'm gonna do and take a randomizer to your muse list to figure out who to tag people with. B)

<ONE>

SHAMELESS DATING MEME. You two have been a couple for a long long time. What in the world could that be like??? lolarious, that's for sure.

<TWO>

BAD PICK UP LINES. One or both characters try to woo the other with the worst flirtation attempts ever. Worst... or best???

No, definitely worst.

<THREE>

VENGEANCE. One or both of you wronged the other in some horrible way. Time for payback, Liam Neeson style.

<FOUR>

COLLEGE ROOMMATES. This one is pretty self explanatory, I think.

<FIVE>

TRAPPED IN THE CLOSET: THE R KELLY EDITION. One or both of you are trapped in a closet, while some sort of ridiculous drama unfolds outside of it, in it, around it, who cares. See Trapped in the Closet, Chpts. 1 -22 for more details.

<SIX>

THE FUCKING TERMINATOR. Maybe you're riding the bus together, or waiting in line at the DMV. But suddenly the fucking Terminator shows up from the future to kill you both. For some reason. ESCAPE. FIND OUT WHAT YOU HAVE IN COMMON THAT COULD LEAD TO A FUTURE ASSASSIN COMING AFTER YOU. BOND. STUFF.

<SEVEN>

JURASSIC PARK. You've both been invited on this tour of an amazing new island theme park... but shit went bad pretty fast.

<EIGHT>

SAME GIRL: THE R. KELLY EDITION. You've both been banging the same girl. Or guy. Whatever. And you just FIGURED IT OUT. WHAT NOW.

<OR> MAKE UP YOUR OWN!

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[Spike is hanging out on Buffy's bed and glaring alternatively at Giles and Buffy. If he were a nicer guy, he'd help with the black out paper, since it is theoretically around to keep him from combusting, but... he's not a nice guy. He's evil. Chip or not. So he's just glaring and not being helpful.]

I'm not particularly happy about this either, you know. I've got better things to do than hang out in a sodding college dorm and listen to Buff complain about homework and boys. [The sad thing is, he really doesn't have anything better to do. His life used to be so cool and badass. :-( ]

[ Buffy shoots him a taunting look. ] Like what? Stalk poor, innocent girls you can't even bite?

[ She rolls her eyes. Welcome to Not Being Taken Seriously 101, Spike. I hope you enjoy it, because you'll be majoring in Being a Joke. Buffy climbs down from the nightstand, looking up at the blackout paper to make sure it's all set, then turning her attention back to Giles. ] I think we're all set here. You should probably go give Will a hand with the moving stuff. I hope her roommate luck's better than mine. [ She makes a face, then goes back to her side of the room, stuffing the extra blackout paper under her bed. She's not putting it over her side of the room's window for ... well, obvious reasons.

Giles nods his confirmation and says some really British stuff and excuses himself. Because let's be honest, who wants to willingly be around Spike for longer than they have to be? ]

[He shoots a glare back at her for that, but the fact is... she's right. He could watch TV, but that's... the extent of his badassness right now.]

I'm sure it's better than mine. I'm not even a sodding student here! I was done bothering with school years before I'd died.

[This is... sort of a lie. He had graduated, though, so technically he wasn't... actively taking classes.]

[ Kill her now. Just get it over with. She shuts the door behind Giles, then glares at her ~new roommate~. ] At what point did I give you the impression I care?

[He shoots her an entirely unconvincing innocent look.] Well, we're roommates, you know. That's a bond. We're supposed to share.

The only thing I'm sharing with you is loathing. [ She goes over to her closet and closes the padlock on it. ] You touch my stuff? And I'll stake you.

I could rip that off if I wanted to. Destroying inanimate objects won't set off my chip.

And I could kill you if I wanted to. I don't have a chip. [ She just gives him an annoyed, fake smile in return and grabs her psych textbook off her desk. ] Now, just ... shut up. I'd like to do everything in my power to pretend you're not here.

[He stands up and starts pacing.] I could just not be here. Not like spending extra time around you is a real treat. And there's nothing to do here. I want to watch telly.

And I want piano lessons, but instead I'm here. Babysitting you, and not even close to lovin' the idea of you out there feasting on my floormates. [ She drops onto her bed and cracks open the book, slowly shifting her gaze up to glare him where he's pacing. ] Get a different hobby.

In case you're forgetting, I can't feast on your floormates. Less they're already dead. [He brightens considerably at that idea.] D'you think some of them are? It's a university. Filled with moronic students. Accidents happen, right?

That remains to be seen. [ She's suspicious, okay. Who could blame her? Of course, logically she knows that if he could, he would have eaten Willow, but ... still. She glares over her textbook, then shifts her gaze back down to it. ] Maybe while you're demonstrating the pros of accidentalness, you could accidentally stake yourself on a chair.

And maybe I could accidentally break your neck. [No, he probably couldn't. He just... wishes he could.] Think the chip'd go off if I didn't mean to do it?

[ She snaps the book shut to pretty much snarl her response at him. God, she hates him. ] Try it and see what happens. Make my day.

[Slowly, as if talking to someone very stupid:] They have taught you the meaning of accident, haven't they? Doesn't work if I'm trying.

[ He just gets a very large textbook chucked at his head for that. ]

[He doesn't duck fast enough, and it gets him squarely in the forehead. Stupid Slayer proficiency with improvised weapons.]

Ow. Like I haven't had enough headaches lately!

Not enough to get you to stop acting like a baby about them. Maybe if you weren't so keen on the attacking people thing, you wouldn't get your skull feeling all cracked-openy. [ She shrugs, ambivalent to his pain. ]

I didn't attack you! [He just... talked about it. And hoped for it.] I don't think this roommate situation's going to work out.

When were you ever deluded enough to think it would? Here's a tip, your opinion? Not really a factor.

I wasn't. It's still a bad plan. What am I supposed to do all day?

Knit sweaters and continue not biting people?

Do I look like I've got sodding knitting needles?

They'd match your level of scary.

[...cue him shifting into vampire face and moving to attack her. Because come on, he's still scary! Right? Wrong. He's giving a shout of pain and jerking back because his head feels like exploding. This is so unfair.]

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