Some kind of Shippy CMO thing

[not_good_not_wicked]

Call me out: A (shippy) roleplaying meme

Marisa Kirisame An Ordinary Magician	Akane Kowata World traveling witch. Bad at gifts	Tyabur Djinni undergrad loser
Edgar Roni Figaro Inventor, King, Mad Scientist, Ladies' man	Lucio Brazilian DJ Freedom Fighter	Morgiana Tiny but fierce

Need some prompts to get a thread going?

1: Confession - The truth is, one of us has been working up the nerve for this conversation for a while now
2: Isolated - We're out in the middle of the woods, or we're stuck in a broken elevator. There's no one around right now (curly.gif).
3: Injury - Could be a gunshot wound. Could be a cold. Either way, one of us isn't going anywhere without help
4: Date - A date! Like a normal person! I'll pick you up at 7 and we'll go ice skating or something.
5: Last night on Earth - We'll we're gonna die anyways (But wouldn't it be awkward if we didn't?)
6: Fuckin' - A traditional way to express your love
7: Wildcard - Run it by me. Maybe we'll try it out

OR some kind of horrifying combination of the above! OR PP me and we can work something cute out.

Comments

[timetogetdown]

Leading to them making out at a party somewhere in downtown Caissa. Or whatever town this would be set in.

[femmefailtale]

Only losers party in Caissa. In Cochrane they use magic to make the beer sparkle in all the colors of the rainbow. And I mean, magic school frat parties.

But yes, this sounds like prime time bad decision making I'm in.

[timetogetdown]

Is Cochrane Mel's hometown?

[femmefailtale]

Nah, it's the capital city of Gammon. Her hometown is named Atuin.

[timetogetdown]

Right, right. When you get right down to it though does the city really matter?

[femmefailtale]

Not outside of determining if Meliora can magic away a hangover the next morning. Which I'mma go with 'she can.'

But yes, PARTY NIGHT and dancing and probably making out with that guy you hang with all the time because he's cool? Sounds like a good time to me.

[timetogetdown]

Would you like to start things, or shall I?

[femmefailtale]

I've got it, something like...

The sun had gone down about a half hour ago, and night had fallen over the city. Being bored and having nothing better to do, Meliora'd decided that just letting it be a quiet night wouldn't do at all. There'd have to be night life around this city, right? And when there's night life, there's night clubs. But for something like that, you needed a date.

This all pulled together to wind up with her knocking on Lucio's window before having a seat on the balcony to wait.

[timetogetdown]

Lucio had to admit to himself that he barely paid attention to the sun most days. He was working on his next mix in his room, clicking away at his computer that he had in this thread because why not. His heart wasn't really in it though. Not tonight. Tonight Lucio felt too antsy to focus on the screen. He slouched mindlessly in his chair, head propped up by one hand, headphones on.

So it took two or three more taps before he perked up a bit and looked around for what that noise was.

[femmefailtale]

Meliora tried waving a hello when he looked up, motioning for him to open the window already so she could talk.

She'd had on her 'I'm going to do something stupid and want a compatriot' smile already, so even without opening the window Lucio may have known that she was about to ask him to hang out.

[timetogetdown]

Lucio blinked when he saw Meliora sitting on his balcony, then saved his work, took off the headphones, and wandered over, stretching after sitting there for so long. He opened the door and leaned on it.

"Sup."

[femmefailtale]

"Bored, mostly. So I was thinking, there's a nightclub 'round here and I need someone almost as hot as me to get in so we can put everyone to shame."

Her hand moved to her hip, as she jerks her head back in a 'let's go' way. "You know you wanna see what the parties are like around here, right? So let's get going."

[timetogetdown]

He chuckled. "Almost as hot, huh? Alright sure, gimme a minute."

Lucio gathered his shoes and such before stepping out onto the balcony. The sensible choice would have been for them to both go out the front door, but the hell with that. Mel had found her way up here. She could find her way down. "Which club is this?"