[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

[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?