1374. The First Meeting Meme

[loveshernerds]

The First Meeting Meme

Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others.  Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met.  If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme

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Thomas Bunnymund(Easter Bunny heir) | OTA, but het for smut

[nocottontail]

Athena Watson | OC | OTA - no smut, please.

[arentubrilliant]

3

[giveemhelldean]

Dean was grumbling to himself, shoving the laundry into the machine, angry that he'd lost yet another rock, paper, scissors match to Sam over who got stuck on laundry duty. Was it his fault that scissors were obviously the most practical weapon in the game? They can cut and slice and stab, hell, you can even throw them, so why wouldn't he use it every time?

In his shoving, a pair of his boxers fell on the floor. Well, that was embarrassing. He made a face, bent down to pick them up, only to notice they'd fallen next to a pair of panties as well. Did he pick them up and give them to their owner...?

Awkward.

[arentubrilliant]

It had been forever since Athena had been in a laundromat. But, with the machine at home broken, and her clothes piling up, she had no other choice than to trek to the nearest one. Luckily, it didn't seem too crowded and she was able to get a couple machines fairly easily.

As she finished loading one of them, she found herself glancing over her shoulder to make sure she hadn't dropped anything. And when she saw a pair of her underpants had dropped to the floor and a guy was looking at them, her cheeks flushed red.

"Um, sorry," she said as she quickly went over to pick them up off the floor. "That must have fallen out, and ... yeah, I'm going to go die of embarrassment now."

[giveemhelldean]

"Don't." Dean said, a little too hastily. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to figure out how not to sound like a total creep. "Happens to the best of us, yeah?" He asked, gesturing towards his own boxers in his hand, recently recovered from the floor, before tossing them in the machine.

Jake Dallas | OC | OTA

[thatsnotmygun]

I'm thinking 6 with a twist?

[notbrkenyet]

[ooc: Cat is a vampire hunter, so, maybe she's been brought in as a consultant for Jake's squad since they're tracking a vampire?]

[thatsnotmygun]

Another day, another dollar. Or for Jake, another nick, cut, or scar to add to his growing collection. True, most of them healed up quickly and with little to show for it, but he had a few doozies that, if he was so inclined, he could whip out and play the 'mine's bigger and this is how I got it' game. Fortunately for him, he didn't need to rattle on about his booboos to assert his masculinity. And, unlike most of his squad, he wasn't bitching and whining about the fact that a woman had been brought in to consult for them on a case.

As far as Jake was concerned, if you could do the job, he didn't care what was or wasn't in your pants. If you had his back, he had yours. Besides, he had yet to meet the consultant that did more than talk.

Before the briefing, Jake puttered into the station's breakroom, looking for a cup of the petrified sludge they had the balls to call coffee. Coffee wasn't supposed to have a texture. He frowned down at his cup, wondering how much whitener and sugar he'd have to dump in it to make it palatable.

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[notbrkenyet]

Consultant work wasn't something Cat did on a regular basis but this was a case she hadn't been able to turn down. The fact that most of the team didn't like her being there didn't phase her at all. She was there to help catch a vampire, not to make friends. Besides, when they saw her in action, all those complaints usually went out the window.

She'd been sitting in the breakroom with her own cup of coffee, one she'd been wise enough to buy on her way over. Her gaze went from the screen of her phone to look at the man who entered.

A slight smirk appeared on her face as she watched him stare down his coffee. "Frowning at it isn't going to make it taste any better."

Poison Ivy | DC | Het for smut - OTA for gen

[herbalpoison]

[cloakedarkness]

Ty had the usual assorted clothes one would expect a guy in his early twenties to be washing. The odder clothes were the ones he kept setting into a different pile, each time with a sigh. Pink shirts, skirts, a few bras, and even a white unitard were all set aside. The way he was handling them, an on-looker would think they were radioactive.

[herbalpoison]

Not so much radioactive as just 'delicate'. Ivy had seen more than one man become completely inept when faced with women's clothing and how to properly wash them. She, for her part, had been chased out of her more recent hideout and therefore needed to seek a laundromat to ensure she didn't wind up smelling as bad as her fertilizer.

In a very dismissive tone as she started sorting her own clothes in the machine two down from him, she said, "I do hope you're not intending to throw those all in one load."

[cloakedarkness]

"You're not supposed to?" He sounds completely out of his element. Ask him to teleport an entire train of orphans before the train goes off the tracks? Sure. Do his and Tandy's laundry without turning everything to a shade of gray or shrinking it into doll-sized clothes? A Herculean task. The fact there's now a green woman talking to him and he's ready toss in the towel.

He held up one of the bras, squinting down at the tag. Any appeal there was at handling his crime-fighting partner's lingerie was lost in the utter confusion of how the fuck this was supposed to go in the washer and dryer.

kellie bradbury | original character | ota, no smut

[clarityofprose]

1

[burnedsalemslot]

Mark was looking through the book he had next to him on one side of the bar, occasionally marking a note in it. With his other hand, he absently picked up his beer and drank from it. This worked out perfectly all the way up until he knocked his drink right into the woman sitting next to him. "Aw shit! I mean-- I'm sorry." He immediately started trying to contain the mess with the tiny napkins usually found on a bar top.

[clarityofprose]

Kellie made a startled little noise when the drink hit her, glad that she was off work and therefore not wearing one of her suits that she'd have to get dry cleaned. "It's okay," she said, reaching for a few napkins herself. "This shirt is ages old anyway, I should probably have thrown it out awhile ago."

[burnedsalemslot]

Mark looked young, even younger when he took his glasses off, moving the book with his elbow out of reach of the growing puddle. His general manner suggested someone who hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a while. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"