polyphonics | REALISTIC COLLEGE AU MEME, 2K17

REALISTIC COLLEGE AU MEME, 2K17

I. living conditions

01. my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
02. all our friends are drunk
03. we live in halls opposite one another and i keep seeing you change in the window please close your blinds
04. you’re the RA and you’re trying to bust me for having hermit crabs
05. you’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry
06. clearly we’re both really uncomfortable at this party
07. you peed on my car. you were drunk. I was in the car. there will be hell to pay.
08. my friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
09. sorry my roommate puked on your shoes
10. my roommate borrowed your contraband hotpot and managed to set it on fire

II. chance meeting

01. it’s pouring and my final paper is in my backpack so I guess we’re stuck under this tiny awning together. do you think they’d deliver pizza here
02. waiting outside for pizza to be delivered but both of ours is super late
03. I know I keep coming to this [cookie/coffee/etc.] shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need this for my sanity
04. I found your USB drive still in the computer (and potentially regret finding out what's on it)
05. you decked me in the head while you were playing frisbee golf
06. your school mailbox is right next to mine
07. what do you mean we’re under a tornado warning?

III. campus community

01. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
02. it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost
03. we’re the only two people in this club. what is this club even for
04. humans vs zombies, all bets are off, friendships mean nothing
05. I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria
06. we’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
07. what are you doing at this table at the career fair
08. I saw you sneaking captain crunch and cutlery out of the dining hall
09. my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center
10. we’re both on athletic teams that aren’t as cool as the football team and they give us shit
11. you’re part of the guerrilla theater club on campus and crashed my class for a performance

IV. credit hour woes

01. hey I have to [photograph/draw blood/film/insert major here] someone for class, will you be my guinea pig
02. we’re the only people who ever talk in discussions it’s awful
03. group project
04. both of us turned up to the wrong room for this lecture and neither of us know where it's supposed to be
05. we’re both donating blood in the blood donation van in the quad to get out of the same class
06. wait, I actually have a competent lab partner?
07. waiting for office hours
08. we started racing up the three flights of stairs to class for some reason and we can’t stop
09. vicious battle over the only left handed desk in the room

V. limited resources

01. you keep using my preferred shower stall in the floor bathrooms when I’m trying to get ready for class
02. you keep parking in the space outside my student house you absolute asshole
03. you're the only person in the room when i break the printer and i'm panicking (so don't be a dick about it please)
04. neither of us bought the expensive textbook but there is only one copy in the library and it can’t leave the building
05. this awesome professor only has one TA slot and we’re rivals
06. you keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows
07. I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today
08. you’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline
09. we’re always at the fitness center at the same time and end up competing on the treadmill
10. can I borrow a dryer sheet? I ran out and the ones in the vending machine give me a rash

MUSELIST

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ arcades are one hundred percent not alisaie's style. she enjoys games, sure, but the place is noisy and crowded and smells like unwashed bodies and stale smoke. like college kids. it's not at all the sort of environment she's really comfortable in.

but lyse had dragged her here all but against her will, and she'd met a boy, and while she in no way would ever, ever admit to it she had come back again and again, at first only to challenge him, but later just to see him, even if she'd be hard put to confess that much even to herself. she's not a social creature and never has been, but no man is an island they say, and no woman is either, for that matter; even if she does not like crowds, she enjoys individual people whom she has warmed up to. he may just possibly be one of them.

at any rate, it's a saturday night and she has peeled herself away from her studies long enough to take a walk, a walk that just so happens to take her by the arcade. and she just so happens to glance in the window to see the back of his head in the crowd. it's horribly busy in there, for a weekend night, and the noise is enough to make her scowl, but in she goes anyway, gently elbowing in the ribs as she passes and, without missing a beat, slipping a quarter into the air hockey machine just past him. ]

Fancy another beating, do you?

[ To be entirely frank, this would have been a frequent hangout spot for him regardless of who he met here. An arcade just a few shakes away from campus is the sort of place he's just naturally drawn to, though he usually prefers the company of a friend to drag along with. That's where the difference is this time. He's come by himself, around the same time every week, to hang out by the air hockey table and..."practice". That's what he'll claim it is, anyway, but of course, he's waiting for her.

Sure, they had their air hockey rivalry that'd budded on a whim, and he's always eager for a rematch, but there's...more to it than that. For him, anyway, and he's scarcely been able to stop thinking about her the last few weeks. He'd come here tonight for with the express hope that she'd come, and...there she is, and right on cue, he brightens like a lightbulb. ]

What can I say? I've got a good feeling about this one. [ A beat. ] Different from all those other times I had good feelings, I mean!

[ And it's just that easy to fall into step with her, taking up his usual position at the far side of the air hockey table. ]

Besides, I've been practicing. I'm a whole new air hockeyist.

[ alisaie doesn't have that excuse, this sort of place is definitely not her usual type of haunt, she's far more at home in a library or a lab, but people do stupid things when they have crushes. not that she has a crush. not one she would admit to, anyway.

and yet here she is anyway, dropping quarters into this machine until the air hockey table hums to life and the puck releases. dipping to retrieve it, she places it gently on the tabletop then lifts her striker and readies herself, leaning forward, tensed and ready. ]

Is that so? Shall we see if it can save you, this time?

[ because bam she's knocking it right toward him, hard and aggressive. it begins. ]

Oh, we shall!! It's on like Donkey Kong!

[ I can finally make him say this, thanks AU. Anyway, Prompto is ready for her, a competitive grin splitting his face as the pucks come hurtling towards him. He isn't going to go easy on her, no matter how much he might like her. Let's be real, he probably tried that the first time and learned his lesson the hard way.

He slams the puck hard back her way, attempting a tricky angle shot to trip her up. This is totally a legit air hockey strategy. ]

[ and thank aus that she actually knows what donkey kong is, even if she's probably played it like, once in her life ever, if that. she's a nerd of a different color, the bookish scholastic type.

nevertheless, she's surprisingly physical for a nerd, and things like air hockey come to her quite naturally, with her sharp reflexes. prompto gives her a run for her money, however, and it's a fierce match, goals here and there, and a healthy amount of banter in between that's more flirty than she would care to admit aloud. but more than once she falters if only because he smiles a certain way or makes an offhand comment that makes her stomach flutter. god, boys are stupid, she hates this so much.

it gets down to the wire near the end, and alisaie's competitive spirit trumps how enamored she may or may not be with him. she plays with more ferocity the higher the stakes get, slamming the puck back and forth with surprising power until - ping - it bounces against the edge with a little too much force, ricocheting cleanly and sailing right for prompto's poor unfortunate face. ]

[ Call it what you will, but a nerd is a nerd, Alisaie!!

It's a good match, to be sure, though...maybe not for the reasons that a spectator might call it a good match. It's heated, intense air hockey competition, and it's clear that both of them want to win this - but there's more to it than that. For him, at least. It's a stolen glance here or there, a slanted grin with a cheesy one-liner he hopes she'll chuckle at. He's hopeless, he knows, and it's so predictable that he'd start crushing on his air hockey rival that his friends never let up giving him a hard time about it when he talks about her. But it can't be helped.

Maybe he should have tried to help it, though, or he wouldn't find himself getting nailed in the eye with an air hockey puck.

Maybe it's the sheer surprise and sudden, splitting pain, but he staggers backwards and falls down sprawled on the ground with an undignified yelp. Well, he's had a good run. Remember him fondly, peace out homies, etc. etc. ]

[ will she ever believe him if she claims it was an accident? alisaie nailing your crush in the eye with a puck is no way to confess your feelings...... ]

Oh!

[ she shouts, surprised, and gasps, both hands immediately up and over her mouth - but just after that she's quickly rushing to his side and oh god, people are staring.. and who even knows where the puck went. ]

I'm so sorry! I didn't mean - oh no, are you all right? Let me see..

[ her hands reach out toward him like she wants to help, but she has no idea where even to start. ]

[ Realistically, it's not that bad. An air hockey puck is fortunately much more lightweight than its full-hockey counterpart, but even a disc of plastic flying at high velocity leaves a mark, and that mark is swelling near Prompto's left eye. Swelling, and bleeding, too, because he's got a nice cut from that plastic circle of death she shot at him.

Still too stunned to do much else but just lay there and blink the stars out of his vision, it takes him a moment to make out Alisaie's face hovering above him. Figures it would take him getting hit in the face for them to get this close...

He laughs to himself, dazed. ]

'Ssss fine! Tis - only a flesh wound!

[ i told you he would say it ]

[ oh good god he's bleeding. not badly, but he's still bleeding. she really beaned him good.

well, that's it. so much for her experiment at being social, so much for having a crush on a boy, this is just about the most mortifying thing in the world and if she didn't feel too guilty she would probably be doing everything in her power to melt through the cracks in the floorboards and never resurface again.

as it stands she instead hisses in sympathy, her face burning hot with embarrassment, and she very gently draws his hands away from his face, gingerly pushing the blonde hair back from his eye; already there's a nice bruise blooming to the surface.

did he really just say that?? ]

Come on, let's.. let's get you to the infirmary.

[ and away from all these people staring and snickering please god prompto move your ass ]

[ But it's so nice just lying here on the floor, with her concerned face hovering above him, even if he can only see her out of one eye, mostly, and the floor is kind of sticky...and smelly...are those people snickering?

-- Okay, yeah, he'll get up now.

With a wince that may just be a tad over-dramatic - look, he likes her fretting over him, let him live - he pushes himself up on his knees and then clambers to his feet again. He prods gingerly at his mangled face, and that time, the wince is real. Why did he think touching it would be a good idea?? ]

...Ha. Infirmary. [ He tosses her a half-smile in spite of himself. ] Yeah, let's.

chocobutt, ii + 3 I GUESS except not a cafe

wildcard, bitches

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject