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[swagu]

The All-Purpose JamJar Meme

Jamjars give people opportunities to place their favorites into alternate scenarios of circumstantial bonding, alliance, animosity, teamwork and sexuality! Some encounters are innocuous and some epiphany-spurring, and whether you're interacting with a castmate or engaging in cross-canon CR, there are opportunities for creativity and exploration only made possible through this format. If you are fucking lazy or don't want to deal with activity-checks or want to do a miniature test drive, just meme it. Just... fucking meme it.

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I

✿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

a shitty kid for ur troubles... 3, 7!

[souredsweet]

[SO LET'S JUST SAY THEY'RE IN A HOLLY HEIGHTS-ISH SETTING and you know what, here comes Newest Employee to Random Business X!! it's probably something shitty like a telemarketing center or an up-and-coming grocery store that still has half of its produce by the end of the day just sitting around wilting away in their bins and everyone just sits around playing cards or stacking pepperonis and rearranging salt shakers and post-it note pads...

but Kaoru is dressed to impress anyway because first impressions are Important™ and so is greeting coworkers even though he already suspects that they're all gonna be shitheads and terrible to deal with just by virtue of being human. gross!! still, he'll politely address the first person he sees, regardless of whether or not they're a customer or worker since everyone kinda looks the same after a while anyway.]

Excuse me, sir... Are you an employee here?

what kind of grocery stores do you go to aki

[slampoetry]

[ It's not exactly glamorous or ideal, but in absence of anything else, Soubi had taken a job at the grocery store. He didn't really like it, but the work was simple and quiet enough. All he had to do was occasionally help customers, since he was never really put at registers unless they really needed him. He didn't exactly do the sort of small talk they wanted, but it suited him just fine.

He's probably polishing fruit or something since that's apparently a thing that grocery stores do when Kaoru approaches, and he looks up. He gives a gentle smile, but there's something in the way he talks that doesn't quite match it. His voice is cool and polite, but somehow the friendliness seems almost disingenuous. ]

I am. Can I help you with something? [ sir?? madam?? what is this shitty kid dressed as ]

what, is that not normal for a grocery store!!

[souredsweet]

[this shitty kid is dressed as a lovely lady thank you!! because clearly it's a smart idea to carry on a pointless facade when literally no one else from home is here. it's generally easier for him to scoot by under the radar like this, at least... no one's gonna expect a shy maiden of murder!!

that said, once it's confirmed that this punk is an employee, Kaoru offers a smile in turn. unlike mr. fakey faker over here, his does seem quite close to being genuine, but those with an eye for this sort of thing might notice that something is a little lacking.]

I am simply here to report for my first day of work, and I would like to know where to check in.

no... omg...

[slampoetry]

[ His eyebrows raise in surprise, but he smiles, still kind, but still with that note of being fake. He also notes that there's something lacking in Kaoru's smile, but doesn't think of it as strange, since hey, these things are awkward. He nods understanding and sets down the fruit he had been working on. ]

Ah, that's right. The manager told me we were getting someone new today...

[ He glances towards the back of the store and rubs the back of his neck, which gives the sense that he forgot something, though it's quickly clear what as he turns back to Kaoru. ]

The manager isn't here right now, but I'll take care of you. My name is Soubi. Agatsuma Soubi.

3/4+1 im gomen

[baaaaka]

[ poor Auger. He's been stuck here in this quaint little slice-of-life jamjar for quite some time already - and while it was certainly exciting and different at first, he's already grown bored of it. Even though it's only been, like, three weeks. That's too long!! Don't they know who he is?

Well, punishment games would come later. For now, he'd been amusing himself with the people who he's being forced to share a house with (god, it's tiny, too - whoever dragged him here could at least show a little awareness and give him shelter befitting his position!) Prior to this, he'd only ever lived with his dear brother. Living with other people... is annoying. Something which he's sure to let them know. On the bright side, there's a woman who's supposed to sleep in his bed with him...

... or there was until just now. Auger's standing in the doorway, staring into his room - more specifically, staring at the new face in his room. He looks far less surprised than he should to see a stranger there, and his tone of voice is dry. ]

Eeeh, now there's a man in my room? Gross. What do you think you're doing in the prince's bed? [ of course, he knows he probably just arrived here, but he can't help himself. ]

[slampoetry]

[ He had woken up sleepily, but even realizing this wasn't his bed, or even his apartment hadn't been too much to bother him. Like many things in his life, Soubi had quietly accepted this strange turn of events, since surely it would get explained soon enough. His being kidnapped (if he could even call it that?) wasn't too much to worry about.

By the time Auger walks in, Soubi already has a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in hand, and he looks up in surprise. He's surprised to see the ears, more than anything, since this guy looked older than he was. Though considering that greeting, he could understand why...

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth rather than light it, since apparently this was someone else's house? Maybe?? He wasn't really any more certain. ]

Excuse me. [ His voice is smooth and cool, but almost devoid of emotion despite his light smile. He stands, since this is this person's bed, apparently. ] Is this your home?

[baaaaka]

[ smoking indoors? now that's just rude... Auger wrinkles his nose a little, but in the end, it's not interesting enough to really ruffle his proverbial feathers. He continues to stand there, crossing his arms and regarding Soubi with a casual curiosity. ]

Hmmm... My home? Definitely not. But it's where I've been living. Not that it matters much - either way, it's not your bed, yeah? Don't tell me this is a habit of yours?

[ he quirks a smile, leaning against the doorframe. ]

[slampoetry]

[ He shakes his head ]

Not usually. [ He prefers coming in through the second floor window, thanks. ] If this is where you're living, though, can I smoke?

cole - dragon age

[existency]

fuck (8/7)

[leucism]

[ 'begrudgingly' may be a strong word to describe Dorian's rather neutral feelings on Cole; where Vivienne is the superego, and Solas is the id, Dorian could often serve as the ego — his opinion on spirits was a bit more balanced, a case by case situation.

however, while his opinions on Cole's existence were fairly dispassionate, his thoughts on his personality were more scrutinizing. Cole just didn't understand things, things that were fundamental to — well, person-hood. and while it perhaps made him a better soldier, it left something to be desired in the conversational department.

being stuck with Cole, stranded deep in the woods alone was less than ideal. at least Sera, as incomprehensible as she may be, could chat, even if most of it was strange accusations.

so don't mind Dorian sighing, he's awfully bored, just trudging through underbrush. he almost wonders how long he can go silent without Cole actually bringing something up. apparently a very long time. ]

—Cole, did you make sure to pack plenty of stamina potions? While I may be able to provide defensive magic, you are my main form of protection here, as much as I may have debated it ending up in such a way. [ a potentially futile attempt to spark some sort of banter. ]

[existency]

[ At the very least, Cole is as he always is, which should serve as some comfort as they make their progress. He listens in a seemingly placid silence, his face always distant and haunted in a way that would make someone that didn't spend time alongside him uneasy, but... For all their travels with the Inquisitor, there are nuances that are easily learned, such as the calm he possesses now.

There's no danger here, because he could always hear when danger was coming. There were nuances in the world that he was sensitive to, because he heard them as song, whether it was the hum of idle magic off a mage like Dorian (a unique, shifting, exotic sort of sound) or the screeching anger off a demon fresh from the Fade. Though, that said... When things were calm, or where the Veil was stable, it did tend to lapse into these awkward silences. He knew that part of him should try and fill the conversation, but he never knew with what. It's why he spoke of what he heard and felt, but with nothing there, well. It was quiet, wasn't it?

So when Dorian breaks the silence, Cole's eyes widen lightly, like he's startled from some deep train of thought, but he answers easily. ]

Yes.

[ Well, the question is answered. And Cole pauses, fiddling briefly with the brim of his hat, like he knows he's expected to say more, but is uncertain of what to say. ]

Are you worried?

[leucism]

Never worried, just concerned. Like the mother of a prodigious son, hovering over him while studying as if she were a wolf circling a nug. [ a visceral image. while Dorian was always prone to figurative language to express his (often hyperbolic) points, he felt he had to use enhanced imagery with Cole. he hoped — through this naturalistic choice of words — he could promote visualization of what he meant for Cole. while Cole often seemed like an abstract concept, being a spirit, or demon, or ghost, or whatever, he had some ties and connections to the earth, so he hoped it would help get his point across.

of course, it could just serve to confuse him more. Dorian was never sure with this one whether his point landed or completely missed. it was even worse with his jokes. ] I suppose I should feel safe with you, what with your bizarre hostile sensing, but I can't help but feel apprehensive when you disappear from the battlefield. Quite literally.

still listening to gangnam slam jam tbh

[dramatist]

[WHATEVER LET'S JUST SAY THIS IS HAVEN. A Haven before everything went crashing into the ground... an AU where people actually have luck growing gardens......

So Jack's outside of his shitty block, tending to his tomato plants and trying to do Sebastian proud by not letting things wither away and die... He has some sort of weird legacy to live up to now!! But tending to a garden is a surprisingly large amount of work (THEY REQUIRE SO MUCH WATER?!), and he doesn't really have all of the tools necessary to do it well (what even is a trowel???) which is setting him back a little time-wise.

So!! When he spots Cole, wherever Cole happens to be, he'll hold a hand out toward him.]

Oh— Excuse me! Could I trouble you for a second?

[existency]

[ At the very least, being in Skyhold, being with the Inquisition, prepared him better for moments like this. It wasn't until the Inquisitor decided to allow him to stay that he was given chances like these, where people saw him more. He was so used to slipping just out of people's sight, since that was the way he was used to existing, and though it's better, he's still startled when someone calls out to him.

But as soon as he looks up and sees Jack, sees him, he understands why. It's a strange feeling, when he reaches to touch this persons mind, because it speaks to him in a way he's never heard before. It gets his brow to knit together briefly, because there's pain, so much pain, but— ]

There's water. Endless water, rippling all around, because there's nothing, but something too. Which is it? I can't remember anymore.

[ He speaks quickly, half murmured to himself, but there's something else in what he feels, and Cole's voice sounds more solid, less of a hushed whisper and more confident as he actually addresses Jack. ]

You need water, don't you? For the plants.

[dramatist]

[WELL THAT sure is one way to start off a conversation... THANKS COLE.

Though it was only a murmur and he isn't sure if it was even directed at him, those words strung up in that order tend to touch raw nerves, dredging fears to the surface that he'd much prefer stayed buried. So he freezes, and it's only a half-second or so that passes before he catches himself again, but it's still noticeable. A stretch of water so still that even fish avoid it...

But oh, there's a proper response, even if it's still a little surprising. He hasn't made any sort of indication about what it is he needs, after all, even if that's precisely it. His gaze drops briefly to the watering can - empty - tucked away near the front door.]

—Yes, I do. [There's a slight difference in tone between the "yes" and the "I do", like he's still regaining his metaphoric footing. But he seems to catch himself with a fair amount of ease, and his energetic air carries his next words forward smoothly.]

My goodness, I hope they don't look dry enough to give it away that easily! It feels like I water these plants again and again and they're still thirsty by the end of the day... Oh, but I'm trying to get these vines to stick here- [He hoists up the hand that hadn't gestured Cole over; he's holding onto a lattice.] -so I can't get to the well just yet. Would it be too much trouble to ask you for a bucket?

I AM HERE 3/4 proceeds to misfire magnificently

[bisouled]

[ is this holly heights?? oh well.

Fiora has been through enough insane life-changing events to last her entire life - why not have one more? She's actually surprising herself with how well she's dealing with this particular change; after the initial confusion, she's calmed down quite nicely, focusing on figuring things out and keeping herself fully operational. Saying she didn't have half a mind to go charging after the man who was supposedly in charge with guns blazing would be a lie, but she's miraculously managing to hold in that desire. For the moment.

Really, she's just working up to it...

For now, though - house. It had been ages since she'd been in a normal house of any kind, it feels like, and indeed, she'd say that she looks pretty out of place in it, what with 90% of her body being mechanical at this point. Nonetheless, she's half expecting to see Dunban when she opens the door into one of the bedrooms on the second floor. But instead, she sees... someone else. With a really big hat. ]

Oh - sorry, I didn't know anyone else was living here. You must be... my roommate, I guess?

[existency]

[ Cole is standing on a chair when she enters, trying to get closer to something in a high, far corner, but his hat also obscures what exactly that is. When the door opens, he doesn't move, but when she speaks to him, he turns, looking startled briefly before his eyes drop to the floor. His hands stay up in the corner for a moment, but they drop, though one palm is turned upward, where a spider crawls along his hand.

...He's still not used to this. People seeing him, that is. She won't remember him long, but it's still strange, when he had gotten so used to the Spire where there was truly only Rhys, and even in the Inquisition, most of the people in Skyhold never saw him at all. It was fine that way. He didn't mind. ]

I... [ He starts carefully, in a gentle, small sort of voice, but then nods ] We don't have to be. I don't really need a room at all, if you want one to yourself.

[bisouled]

Don't be silly! I didn't mean it in a bad way. Besides, you got here first, so if anyone was going to sit out, it should be me.

[ she does notice the spider - strange, she feels like it's something she wouldn't have noticed before, her eyes must be changed, too - but doesn't take any offense to it. Her brother always liked to play with bugs, too. And this one seemed... shy, maybe. Fiora is usually good at reading people, but for some reason, she finds she can't really tell how he's feeling.

Somewhat hesitantly, she takes a few steps closer, as if approaching a frightened animal. (You're a mechon now, remember? Don't scare him off.) ]

If you don't mind being roommates... My name is Fiora. Did you just wake up here, too?

1/4

[beejar]

[ it had only been a day, and Sera was noticeably exhausted, more-so than usual; this place was interesting, but horrifying, almost magic — god, why did magic have to always be involved — and Cole was the only one here that she recognized.

she, begrudgingly, felt some sort of obligation towards him, like a reluctant teenaged older sister would to her infantile brother. she had to watch him close with her peerless marksman eyes to ensure he wouldn't wander off too far into the unknown, where sera would never think to travel, or do his disappear-y thing and make everyone forget stuff.

it was tiresome. more tiresome then shooting things.

when she finally finds some manner of quarters to rest, she makes sure Cole is there, too. ]

Hey. Hey! Come out. I know you're round here somewhere, doing your poofy shit. Since Ser Lordybloomers's missing, now I'm the boss, right? So listen up and un-poof yourself.

[ anyone who saw sera would think she was insane (well), talking to seemingly nothing. the day's horrors apparently had a great toll on her. ]

tapdances back

[existency]

[ This place was loud. It was so loud that it almost hurt. There were so many people hurting here that he felt pulled in every direction, wanting to help and soothe the pain that he feels with all of him. But Sera wouldn't let him. Not because she didn't want him to, he knows (because he can feel that, too), but because it's too much. That hurt too, really.

But there is a limit. If he pushes himself to help too much, takes too much of people hurt inside of him, then it's harder to stay himself. He remembers that. He remembers how frightening it was to reach out to people in the Spire because of that, and though he definitely controls it better now, that fear is always still there, nagging, niggling, at the back of his mind every time.

So... He rests.

As much as he can, at least. He's quietly in their little apartment, unnoticed by everyone that passes through, because he's trying to do little gestures here. It's harder than at home. There aren't animals here, not in the same way. But still, he sets out the little fruits, hoping to attract flies for the few spiders, like he had for the healers at home. It's not much. But it helps.

So he's surprised when Sera walks in and actually calls out to him. She doesn't like him. No, she's afraid of him, because there's something about him that she has to deny. He knows that, so it's all right. He presses his thumb into a piece of soft peach, sets it on the counter where a little spider could make its home, then walks out, making sure that Sera could see him, since she asked. ]

I'm here.

ciel phantomhive - kuroshitsuji

[cheats]

3/8

[sugarandslice]

[ There's something kind of horrifying about not being able to wear her usual frills and finery, when it was stressed to her countless times on how terribly important it was to be ladylike and feminine.

And yet here she is in a cute blouse and a skirt that doesn't go all the way down to her ankles, fidgeting in front of this... movie theater.

WHAT IF HE THINKS SHE'S A HARLOT AND REFUSES TO SHOW?? ]

[cheats]

[ Then Ciel is a bad person and you shouldn't be engaged to him oH WAIT ]

[ No, of course Ciel would show up, though he is running a bit late. Quite literally, in this case, since he's running towards the movie theater to meet her. In absence of his own carriage or a butler to tend to his needs, Ciel had to take the commoner's path of, well, taking the bus. It's an experience he'd rather not think about at all.

Besides, Lizzie is more important, right? He's a bit out of breath as he slows to a stop, and huffs out in between breaths: ]

Sorry— The stupid bus was late...

[ It's only then that he notices the modern clothing, and he does his best to not blush. Ahem. ]

i'm not even rolling for this

[fantoccini]

[There were a few things Doll had expected upon her death. She wasn't necessarily the religious sort, but she'd heard the stories, the fairy tales and bedtime rhymes that implied that there were good things for those who deserved them after death, and for those who didn't...

Well, there were bad things for those bad people. Like her.

What she wasn't expecting, however, was to quite suddenly feel very alive again. She tests her lungs, but yes, she can breathe. She tests her feet--a quick handstand proves that she's as limber as ever, too, before she's right back on her feet. The setting is strange and unusual, but it's no hell and brimstone.

It's with one uncovered wide eye that she looks around, starting an easy stroll. It isn't as if she has anywhere pressing she needs to be...she's dead, after all. But for now, she's in the strange state of euphoria that comes of being vaguely alive after having died, and of not having yet seen the little blue-haired kid who murdered her family and all that she loved.

Yeah that'll probably change really fast, unless Ciel spies her first, gaping as she pokes her head out to admire the scenery.]

Wow...!

jesus take the wheel

[cheats]

[ He does not, because Ciel is hard at work, having taken his work away from home at the moment. Likely because I'm pretending this is at Cereal, and Oz is probably trying to give him a surprise birthday party (again). He's simply out at a cafe, and he has papers set in front of him, all business papers from the toy store he works at, since he had been quite serious about taking over the business. He was ruthless in all things, after all, and he might look back at his idle tasks to see the irony later.

As Doll walks nearer to the cafe, he doesn't even look up from his work, just taking a sip from his teacup as he scans a paper with a serious, but calm expression. And today, he's not "Smile" at all, as she'd known him, but certainly the little nobleman with how he's dressed, and the sort of calm composure about him.

Of course, that will change drastically once she catches his attention, but. For now, he's hard at work. ]