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fuckin jamjar meme
it's not really a meme, this is for psl prompts...
obviously if you have your own prompt pls use it

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✿1. Horror: Your characters are taken from their own worlds and thrown into a terrifying situation! Things are creepy, resources are scarce, and ensuring your own survival is paramount.
✿2. Sex Game: For whatever contrived and nonsensical reason, your characters are forced into a world where they gotta bone. Aside from smutstuff, you have the opportunity to play out how very awkward it is to navigate these agreements and encounters before and after. Lasting bonds can form from something you didn't expect! But so can eternal regret.
✿3. Slice of Life: Characters are forced to live together in familial units. They have an opportunity here -- in spite of being stuck -- to relax and slow down and do some fun, ordinary things. Picnics, dates, school, etc.
✿4. Fantasy: Characters are forced into guilds and roles, given weapons and are made to utilize their powers in coordinated units to complete missions.
✿5. Scifi: Characters are thrust on to the frontier of spacial colonization! Characters on a spaceship! Characters being drafted into an Imperial Earth Army to fight/conquer foreign entities! Characters being in a world where they are assessed, identified, tracked and policed by artificial intelligence! And so on!
✿6. Reincarnation/ New Identity: Your character has been reborn at this game, or given a new identity. Work out their karma or help them come to terms with having to live a new life.
✿7. Asylum/Prison/Institutionalized Identity: Characters are locked up and put under heavy surveillance. Slowly they are institutionalized and disintegrated from ordinary social rules of engagement. They could be told that they've been identified as mentally dysfunctional, or they could be in prison! Are they pleading their innocence, or do they know they're guilty as fuck back in their world?
✿8. Assignment-Based/Mercenary/Survival: Characters have to put their skills to good use as drafted mercenaries. Help your captors assassinate, spy, sabotage, infiltrate, steal, and terrorize for points that will lead up to your freedom or the freedom of others.
✿9. Your Choice!: Do whatever!
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II
✿1. First Impressions: You never forget your first impression of someone. Unless it was entirely forgettable.
✿2. Oh Hey Again: I kind of know you!!!! Hi!!! I hate this place but love familiarity hi!!!
✿3. Event: SOMETHING IS HAPPENING and your characters have either run into each other or sought each other out to stick together during it!
✿4. Living Quarters: Surprise, your characters are in the same house! Or room! Or building! Either way you have to share space and facilities with this person. Enjoy!
✿5. Mystery: Who Did It? Why Are We Here? Characters are disappearing, people are dying, whatever is happening it is FISHY!
✿6. Canon Update/Respawn/"But we know each other, I swear!": One character comes (back) to a game and does not remember previous CR. A relationship or friend or even hateship is forgotten. How will this be dealt with?
✿7. Begrudgingly Working Together: You are so fucking annoying but I guess we have to fight Monster of the Day Together/Get Unstuck-UnLost Together/Find Our Way Back/Help Each Other Out.
✿8. Is This a Date: Gee, you guys sure are doing a lot of things that people on dates do and you're having a lot of fun [sweats]...
✿9. Violence: Characters beat the shit out of each other or help each other out of a gory situation with terrible traumatic injuries or something!
✿10. One-Sided(?) Crush: How do you get their attention? Or, alternatively, how do you ignore that this person obviously is crushing on you and it's totally awkward
✿11. Protecting/Saving: Your character's chance to be a hero or a damsel!
✿12. Network Post: Mandatory bs.
✿13. Inbox: Hey, can I talk to you for a second? In private?
✿14. Your Choice!: Do whatever!

Comments

[nephilimmane]

[He's right, she totally would, and it's his fault she got onto it in the first place. He better share after being so irresponsible, despite not knowing he was being that at all.

But she's totally distracted now, and she flops down on the other side of the basket and stares at it with the usual "dog has zeroed in on your plate" look.]

A drink would be good...

[One bottle for each of them is not "a drink", Amira.]

Is there anything else tasty in there?

[tailend]

[Ah yes, the best way to make up for his missteps is to keep doing the same thing, but on purpose. That's dangerously close to how he actually goes through life, so, not thinking about that-

Anyway, he's focused on the alcohol, and as convenience would have it there is enough for both of them to have a "drink," so he takes a bottle for himself. Maybe this place isn't so bad after all...]

Eh— [He tilts the basket to look into it, grabs something that looks like a sandwich just so he doesn't starve, and nudges the rest toward Amira.] Looks delicious. Here, it's all yours.

[nephilimmane]

[Smart man, that Favaro. Amira gives him a wide smile before she takes the entire basket without even a proper "thank you" and starts to inhale it.

Once she's partway through, though, she takes a glance at the bottle left for her and then back to him. She grabs it and uncorks it with her teeth (because it's faster), pausing to ask him a question before she takes a swig.]

Fava. You're okay, aren't you?

[Very Specific Questions with our pal, Amira.]

[tailend]

[Maybe he should teach her manners... but nah. Favaro has put his sandwich aside to get thoroughly acquainted with his own bottle and wait for Amira to finish eating and probably want to look for more food, but naturally her question makes him choke on a mouthful and sputter.

He coughs some wine into his elbow, it's all very stupid. Then after wiping his mouth on his sleeve a little more, he has the nerve to say:]

Me? Fine? Of course I'm fine, Amira! [He'll even reach over to clap a hand on her shoulder, SEE, SO totally fine.] Never-

[wheeze, fuck this wine] Never better.

[nephilimmane]

[Manners are overrated, which is why Favaro can get away with coughing wine everywhere without anyone saying, "Ewwwww."

But that's still a big clue as to his real feelings, and they don't seem to match his words. So, of course, he gets to usual disbelieving look from Amira, because who the heck would believe an answer like that?]

You're lying.

[That wheezing is the sound of a guilty conscience!! Probably.]

[tailend]

[In his defense, it's Amira's fault. She can't just surprise him with Serious Questions. Or at least questions he's taking seriously.

Still, the usual accusation. Something about it bothers him now, like an itch he can't reach, although true to form the first thing out of his mouth is:]

I'm not lying! Look me in the eye and tell me I don't look perfectly fine.

[Give him, like, 10 seconds this time before he goofs.]

[nephilimmane]

[That's fair. She did mean it seriously, after all, which is why his lying is even more terrible than usual. (Seriously, buddy, get a poker face.)

She wants a serious answer, so okay, she can hold out for a bit. She stares at him, and the seconds tick by. 9...10...11--Yeah, she doesn't have the patience for this. As soon as he cracks, she does, too, and it's slapping time.]

Liar.

[tailend]

[What a great routine they fell into that's mostly his own fault. He leans back abruptly with an indignant noise, raising a hand to nurse his face. After a moment he reconsiders and raises the wine bottle to press against his cheek instead; it's cooler, at least.]

Amira— [He starts, and then stops and looks Elsewhere with a sigh. Don't make him... talk about it.]

Look, forget about it, alright? It's not a problem anymore.

[nephilimmane]

[Learn to lie better, and nobody will get slapped! Or he could be honest, but we have to have reasonable goals here.

She stares at him steadily for another few seconds, trying to figure out if he's actually telling the truth right now, but she wants to believe it enough that she can't tell for sure.]

So, that's a yes?

[Amira has learned nothing if not persistence from Favaro... Whether this is good or bad is still up in the air.]

[tailend]

[This time, he manages not to pull a goofy face. It's a miracle, or rather, he's actually capable of honesty if he doesn't stop to think about it.

But, er, uh-]

That's— Yeah? I guess it's a yes...

[beat; he leans forward and holds up his hand to speak behind it, even though no one else is around]

Yes to which part?

[nephilimmane]

[They try so hard...

She explains slowly, like she's afraid both of them are going to get lost if they get off track again too quickly.]

You're okay, even if you're still a liar.

[Obviously. She gives him a little smile, though, because now it seems like she's the smart one, for once!! How the turn tables...]

Right?

[tailend]

[Ugh, this is embarrassing. Favaro falters, opens his mouth to object again, then sort of deflates all at once and looks down into his wine. He waves a hand dismissively, but he's definitely hiding a smile behind the bottle as he raises it again.]

Yeah, yeah. I'll take what I can get.

[God, look at this. Look at him. Where is his sandwich, he needs to shove half of it in his face and reassert how much he doesn't!! care about stuff!!]

Did you eat that whole basket already?

[nephilimmane]

[Worst liar ever, and she can still tell, but she's satisfied enough for now. Besides, he's getting distracting again, and she falls in line with it, like it's an ingrained habit now.

At his question, she pulls the basket a bit closer to herself, defensively. Moment officially over.]

Why?

[Is she up for sharing?? She's not sure yet, but if she's not, he won't have easy access to it, so hah.]

[tailend]

[He will make a grand effort anyway! Meaning, he'll lean over and stick his hand out obviously to swipe at the basket, half-assed.]

Becaaaause, I can't help you find more food if you starve me out this quickly!

[He's dying. Really, look. Dying.]

[nephilimmane]

[Favaro, you are not helping your point about lying here... She gives him a dirty look for that.]

You're not going to starve. You have food!

[She points to whatever's left of his sandwich, but she's distracted enough by his point about starving later that he can probably grab it from her, if he's fast.]

[tailend]

[This lie is perfectly harmless! So- it's allowed. Logic.]

I'm a growing young man! [also a harmless lie] I need more food than a sandwich, Amira!

[This as he waves the remaining half-ish at her, a clever distraction to cover up his very subtle grab for the basket with his other hand.]