[MEME] HOT DATE

[wolfintheattic]

WIN MY MUSE'S HEART IN 20 COMMENTS OR LESS

How to play:

Reply to one of my characters' headers (you don't have to respond to the flavortext) and put a 1 in your subject line! I'll reply with a 2 and so on. We'll count them down to 20. Then the date is over! Time to swap seats! Where is this date taking place? It doesn't really matter! This scenario is bendable to most game settings. AU's are also available, feel free to contact me or ask OOCly before we start counting down comments. Or it could just take place in the void or some Cosmic Denny's! The point of this meme is to test out chemistry or just watch hilarity unfold!

And who knows, you might get to go home with someone!

Go get 'em, tiger!

_{[OOC: Is somebody you want to tag with missing/lacking a journal? Just let me know!]}

Comments

[cameclosest]

[Varker stares at him a moment, a little unsure.]

If you're trying to suggest you ate them, I'm not sure you've got the right person.

But if you didn't eat all of them, maybe we're on the right track.

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Roman takes a break from his little I AM A SCARY FLESH-EATING DEMON narrative to be confused.]}

Like...what? You wanted leftovers? Where'r you goin' with this?

[cameclosest]

Maybe the "You ate my heart" sort of way, or just, ate her out, tossed his salad sort.

It isn't as sensual when you have to explain yourself, sorry.

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[The demon's face remains blank for a beat before he leans back in his seat and points twin finger guns at Varker. He laughs and thumps his tail against the carpet.]}

Oooooh! Oh I get ya! Ahaha! Sorry t-to disappoint! But hey, that means you get off free right? You get to enjoy my company instead!

[cameclosest]

[Varker covers his bottom mouth with his hands to cover a smile. The upper mouth smiles anyways. Finger guns, huh?]

If you're not up for a meal, this is true.

[He rests his elbow against the table, curious now.] So, earlier, you asked about Math. Any reason yourself why you like it?

[neighborofthebeast]

A few reasons...it's easy for one. If you're good at something everybody else around you sucks at, you c-can get pretty popular.

_{[Roman admires his claws, though his expression sobers.]}

I dunno. It's meditative I guess. A math problem's just got one answer, you know? Once you really get a formula down you can just keep going.

[cameclosest]

Or you can be hated. [He grins. He knows he and his friends were know-it-all assholes that everyone hated behind their backs in college.] But you have to be a dick for that. But I suppose sometimes you just can't help but know the answer before everyone else does.

[He grins across the table with both mouths.] Science is a little more complicated, but there is always another question to answer. It keeps things interesting, yet every thing you learn sticks more fact in. Makes it easier as you go along.

[He laces his fingers together, bracing his chin and quirks an eyebrow.] Did you attend college?

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[He's momentarily distracted by the mouths again. Those were so cool. They'd make a GREAT intimidation method. That'll show Suur and Olee with their dozens of eyes!]}

T-totally! Catchacuun Montana. Heard of it? I even tutored a little before I had to drop out.

[cameclosest]

Sadly, no. Though I'm sure it's got a lovely campus.

[Varker doesn't judge that he never finished, though the look of sympathy does cross is face at hearing he wasn't able to finish.] Unfortunate.

The education system really does need some help. What were you majoring in before you had to quit?

[neighborofthebeast]

Math--I wanted to be a math teacher. I've had shitty ones and good ones and learned a lot from both so I thought, why not?

[cameclosest]

I've had some good teachers, though I don't know if I'd have the patience to deal with some of the idiots you meet in college as students.

[He smiles a little more, the top mouth smiling less and doing it's best to not drool.]

are you patient then? I know I certainly don't have much patience.

[neighborofthebeast]

My dude, no one is as patient as the devil...but that dream's gone out the window now anyway. New profession.

_{[He points to his horns with both index fingers.]}

So what about you, Dr. Science? What have you been sciencing up?

[cameclosest]

[The devil. The literal devil. Varker grins to himself. Stewart would have been pleased.] I'm not a religious man, forgive me.

[Though at his next question, Clement isn't sure how to respond.] Nothing exactly as of late. Losing my lab is a hitch in development. I did bring an ancient plant back to life and achieved heightened sentience from it.

Think Petshop of Horrors, just less singing. More death.

[neighborofthebeast]

Would ya believe it if I told you half the people who call out to me aren't? They say they're spiritual instead, whatever that means.

_{[He does offer up a sympathetic little frown for Varker and the loss of his lab.]}

That blows. Well, if you were interested, I could always offer you a hand.

[cameclosest]

It's another word for asshole in my book.

[He shrugs at the mention, but he's not sure that cute as the devil is, he'll be making any deals with him anytime soon.] If it involves shady deals with the cute blonde, I'm going to have to say no. Sorry, i've seen hell already, it's not my kind of place.

[neighborofthebeast]

MY deals aren't shady!

_{[He thumps his tail against the floor.]}

My deals are fair and good and how c-can you lose when you pick the price? I don't want your soul, dude. What would I even do with it? Use it as a doorstop?

[cameclosest]

Who says that I even have one to give any more? Soulless corporate monster that i am. Not that i own much aside from a quarantined office building any more, but. I suppose thats not really the point.

[He leans forward, just a little and laces his fingers together, resting his chin on them and tilting his head in a way that probably was quite attractive before his previous business partner split his forehead open to house his second mouth.]

What kind of things do you offer, anyways? I am a little curious.

[neighborofthebeast]

Well, you're walkin' around and puttin' up a fuss, I'm sure you have something in there rattling around.

_{[Roman plops his chin back onto a fist and waggles the fingers of his other hand, illustrating said soul rattling.]}

That depends--how good is your imagination?

[cameclosest]

The corporate machine grinding away. [If he makes enough jokes about being soulless, it makes the hurt of everything else a little less. If he had a heart knocking around inside, he's sure it would have been broken beyond repair after what he's seen.]

Well, as much as I like the scientific method, I'd say it's fair. Though I didn't imagine up this, so. Who knows. Maybe not as healthy as I'd have thought. [He gestures to his face and the scales on his arms.] How do you determine price if you can't weigh the actual value of what you're trading anyways? Not exactly a sound business practice.

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[OH THANK GOD HE CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT HIS WEIRD DOUBLE MOUTH now that Varker has pointed it out himself. Roman leans across the table and tilts his head, ears swiveling, as though he's only just noticed the other man's oddities.]}

So you're not just trying out a new look...I can fix that for you--thing is, it depends on how bad you want it.

[cameclosest]

The fuck you think anyone would like to look like this for? It was a punishment- I think my friend thought it'd be funny when he went insane and started using people instead of theorizing.

[He makes a face, tongue hissing right between his eyes.] For your information, I used to be quite handsome.

But... [he makes a face. Unsure. Maybe he thinks he does deserve it, after what happened to Stewart.] I'm not entirely sure I have much else to give.

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Roman rolls off a shrug and quite suddenly his own noggin splits into a hideous second maw and flashes Varker a grin before snapping shut and disappearing.]}

How was I supposed to know? Anyways...

_{[He thatches his fingers and leans back in his chair.]}

Have you ever seen The Little Mermaid?

[cameclosest]

[Varker physically recoils. He's seen too much shit, standing up as his chair knocks backward in his haste and violent movements. Maybe not the best idea, Roman.]

I...Sorry. [He'll right his chair, sit back down. He'll cough, slightly embarrassed and try to regain his composure. And then Roman asks him that.] I...I have. Yes. Any particular reason?