bad rap

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bad rap

The things we become known for aren’t always what we’d like to be known for. Reputations are hard to run from. Sometimes they’re not even deserved. So here’s your chance to set the record straight. Clear up some misplaced assumptions, debunk any rumours about yourself and defy your stereotypes.

how to play:

Top level with something(s) your character is tired of people assuming about them, blaming them for, or pigeonholing them about, etc. Say it in person or over text.

Comment on any surprising, or not so surprising declarations.

Comments

[snowballqueen]

[She clings tighter, almost as if to make it more difficult to open the door, snickering all the while.]

[conner_el]

[Oh, he notices judging from that little smirk he flashes her over his shoulder, but, nonetheless, he manages to get the door open. They're not the fanciest digs. Couch, TV, small kitchen, bed room off through a door on the far wall ... but it's home, it's comfy, and the insulation's good. When he closes the door behind them, it's noticeably warmer already.]

If you want me to get you something to eat or drink, you're gonna have to climb dow.

[snowballqueen]

That’s quitter talk, Conner.

[conner_el]

[He rolls his eyes ... but fine. Challenge accepted.]

Alright. Whatcha feeling?

[snowballqueen]

Mmmmmmmmmacaroni.

[Now she’s just being difficult on purpose.]

[conner_el]

[He can tell. Just throws another glance over his shoulder in a wordless, 'really?' accompanied by a playful grin]

[snowballqueen]

Easy Mac then! YEESH!

[conner_el]

[Alright, alright. He'll make do. He starts into his little kitchenette, trying to make it look like carrying her around isn't as effortless as it actually is as he reaches up to open up a cabinet. The cabinet's cluttered with a mishmash of odds and ends - shelf-stable box meals, pasta, alcohol, spices, and so on. He has to brush a couple things out of the way, but viola. Easy mac.]

[snowballqueen]

[Jessica clings more tightly to him, taking great joy in his acting as she giggles to herself, fully believing that what’s happening here is actually some sort of challenge for him.]

Easy shmeesy, huh? Onward, steed! To the microwave!

[conner_el]

Methinks you're missing a step, dude.

[Case-in-point, he moves over to the sink, peels back the lid, and fills it up to the little line cut on the inside. Then he chucks it in the microwave, and then ...

[Fuck it, he's gonna grab one of the bottles of booze in the cabinet before he closes it. He doesn't have a lot of variety, but he's a simple dude. As long as it's high enough proof to get him drunk, he doesn't really care too much.]

[snowballqueen]

Oooooh, tequila? I like the way you think, big boy.

[As if she needs any more alcohol.]

[conner_el]

You sure you should go for more?

[He punctuates the sentence by taking a swing for the bottle, wincing slightly as he lowered it.]

Y'know, considering you just had me Yoda you back to my place.

[snowballqueen]

[Jessica’s lips fall into an exaggerated pout.]

Aww, come on! That’s no fair and you know it! [She snorts a little then, barely able to keep the kicked puppy facade up with her serious case of the drunken giggles kicking in.] Just keep me on your back the rest of the night and we’ll be fine!

[conner_el]

Okay, you cannot ride me all night, I can't do this forever, especially if I'm gonna catch up on the drinking.

[Because he's more or less sober, here.]

[snowballqueen]

Then drop me, coward! I can take it!

[Yeah, please don’t let her drink anymore. She leans over and whispers very sweetly in his ear (while giggling of course).]

On the couch please.