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Jenbug (jenbug) wrote in rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-03-02 19:34:00

Power Outage Meme

Power Outage Meme

The power's out! How will you occupy your time?

How to Play:

Post with your character | fandom | and any preferences.
Be sure to mention any scenarios you are interested or not interested in playing.
Tag Others.
Be awesome to each other.
Have fun!

Use the RNG to help you pick or choose on your own!

PROMPTS

TRAPPED: The power went out and you're stuck in an elevator or an ATM vestibule or somewhere else.
SCARED OF THE DARK: For whatever reason, you're terrified of the dark, but you have to suck it up and deal.
CONFESSIONS: Sometimes it's easier to tell the truth when you can't see the other person.
HUDDLED FOR WARMTH: No power means no heat. Gotta find a way to stay warm!
GHOST STORIES: The dark is a great time to scare yourself silly.
WILDCARD: Not interested in any of the options or have an idea of your own? Do your own thing; you do you!

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fightlikeone
2016-03-03 04:02 am UTC (link)

"You're not Stiles," Derek said simply. Hell, he would probably rather be stuck with Peter than Stiles, that's how much the kid irritated him. Being stuck with Lydia wasn't all that bad, in the grand scheme of things.

He sipped his own tea, wrinkling his nose a little at the grassy flavor. Why was this even in his kitchen? Maybe Jennifer left it? He didn't think it had been Braeden. "You warm enough?"

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eunoia
2016-03-03 04:06 am UTC (link)

Her eyebrows lifted higher still. "Well spotted," she pointed out, pressing her lips together in lack of amusement. He was lucky she wasn't Stiles, because it could have just as easily been the Stilinski kid who'd done Scott the favor except that Lydia had already been out and about and Scott had known it.

A little shrug came in response and she took another sip of the tea. Stale, but not horribly so. "Not really, but I'm warmer than I was, so...there is that," she replied honestly. Why are you being so nice to me...? she wondered.

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	fightlikeone 2016-03-03 04:14 am UTC (link)
	Derek shifted a little closer to her, knowing that he was probably giving off some body heat, despite the chill that he could now feel in the room. His loft really wasn't designed to retain heat, which wasn't often an issue in Beacon Hills, but was tonight. "I could probably dig up some sweats or something for you," he offered. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eunoia 2016-03-03 03:14 pm UTC (link)
	Lydia's eyes shifted to give Derek a sideways glance. He was moving closer. "...what are you doing?" she blurted out before she could stop herself and bite it back long enough to reformulate the reaction to something that sounded less suspicious in nature. "I doubt any of your pants would fit me, but if you've got a sweatshirt, yeah, I'll take that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fightlikeone
2016-03-03 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"I figured... never mind," Derek said, standing up to go and look for a sweatshirt. Of course Lydia would rather freeze than have him close enough for his body heat to make a difference. What was he thinking? It wasn't like he wanted to be close to her.

He set his mug down and came back with a large Beacon Hills Basketball hoodie leftover from his high school days on the team. "Here."

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eunoia
2016-03-03 11:21 pm UTC (link)

As Derek stood, Lydia took another sip of the tea and her brow creased with confusion as she watched him go. ...what the hell was he doing, anyway? If it were anyone else, she would've thought they were trying to make a move on her, but that didn't seem like Derek Hale's M.O., so that left her at a loss.

He returned with a sweatshirt with her high school logo on it and she looked up at his face as she reached for it. "...did you play?" she asked, noting the "basketball" emblazoned below the high school's name. "I wouldn't have pictured you as a basketball guy..." she thought aloud, setting her mug down and wiggling free of the blanket enough to pull the sweatshirt on. It smelled strongly of laundry detergent or dryer sheets, like the last time it had been washed, it had immediately been folded and put away so that it would retain that smell.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-03 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Derek was definitely not trying to make a move, he was just trying to be nice. Which might strike some people as more unusual than him making a move on a pretty girl. Because, yeah, he wasn't blind and he knew that Lydia was attractive but he had never been impressed by her airhead popular girl act.

"Yeah, I played," he said. "It was the hot sport in Beacon Hills when I was in high school. Not sure exactly when that shifted to Lacrosse."

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eunoia
2016-03-03 11:49 pm UTC (link)

It was hard to think about Derek as a high school student; that had probably been a whole life ago for him. Even though she'd met the younger version of him and had tried to be there for him, being supportive and making sure that he didn't have to be alone while he was out, trying to put that younger self into a proper context was harder than maybe it should be. Though, faced with a blast from Derek's past and hugging it around herself as she crossed her arms around her chest to hold herself, it was hard not to.

"Were you any good?" she asked, the smallest of playful smiles starting to tug at the corners of her mouth. "You weren't very tall back then," she pointed out, because he hadn't been that much taller than she was when he'd been aged down. His younger self had only had a couple of inches on her.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 12:02 am UTC (link)

It certainly felt like a lifetime ago. Derek had a hard time remembering when he was less cynical, when he had hope for his life, when he had Paige. So much changed since then and he had lost more than any person should have to lose in a lifetime.

"I wasn't bad," he said. "You know, werewolf abilities gave me an advantage." Something that probably wasn't all that fair, but he liked being part of a team. In fact, he had been pretty popular as a teenager, not unlike Lydia herself.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 12:13 am UTC (link)

"Cheater," she teased, reaching for her mug again and taking another sip before setting it back down and snuggling into Derek's comforter. "You were adorable back then," she added, "I don't know what happened..." She kept her tone light so that he knew she was teasing him in the hopes that he wouldn't fall down the rabbit hole of thinking about all the terrible things he'd been through. Once the words left her mouth, she wished that they hadn't once she realized the potential was still there, but she couldn't unsay them.

"It's weird thinking about you my age..." she admitted after a pause.

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	fightlikeone 2016-03-04 12:28 am UTC (link)
	"What, I'm not adorable now?" Derek joked, sitting back down and picking up his own mug. Why did people like tea so much? He would much rather have a beer even though he couldn't get drunk. He was already thinking about those things, so her words didn't make it any worse. "It wasn't all that long ago, Lydia," he added. "I'm not that old." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eunoia
2016-03-04 12:32 am UTC (link)

Adorable wasn't really the word she'd use if she was going to describe Derek now. They hadn't ever really gotten along and she only trusted him because Scott seemed to, but she wasn't blind. Any idiot could see that Derek was an attractive man, at least conventionally so. "Don't push your luck," she laughed, rolling her eyes and shivering a little, reaching for the tea again and this time, holding the warm mug in her hands after she'd sipped from it.

"I know," she said, shrugging a little. "But I saw you like that. You're different now." Taller. Hairier. Less charismatic. More jaded, undoubtedly.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 01:24 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, well, a lot happened between then and now," Derek said with a shrug. He wasn't sure exactly what Lydia knew about his history, but he was sure it was enough to explain why he changed so much.

He noticed her shiver again and frowned. "Are you still cold?" he asked. The temperature was definitely dropping more in the loft and it didn't seem like the power was coming back anytime soon.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 01:28 am UTC (link)

"I'm sure," she said. Lydia didn't know much, but she knew about the fire. She'd seen the Hale House in its prime, even if it was dusty and empty on the inside and nothing more than a facade, she'd seen the majesty of it from the outside, thanks to Peter jacking her mind. That alone and the deaths that came with it could've been enough to drive most people mad. Peter was a perfect example. The fact that Derek was still mentally at least good at pretending to be in one piece was impressive. Losing her best friend had taken a painful toll on Lydia; she couldn't even imagine the agony Derek must've gone through.

She looked sheepish for a second at teh question. "I can't believe you're not," she countered rather than answering directly with a yes.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 01:54 am UTC (link)

Derek wasn't cold, but he could definitely feel the chill in the air. He knew that it must be a lot worse for Lydia, especially since her legs were bare under the comforter.

After a moment of hesitation, he put his mug down and shifted on the sofa, holding his arms out. "Come here," he said. "Werewolves run hotter than humans. If we huddle under the blanket together, you'll be warmer."

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eunoia
2016-03-04 02:02 am UTC (link)

Her chin lifted a little and she bit back a reflexive response to buy herself time to give one that wouldn't sound ungrateful. Scott trusted Derek, but at the end of the day, even though she'd mostly put it behind her, Lydia couldn't just forget that Derek had tried to have her killed not all that long ago. She was a stubborn soul if nothing else, and she didn't like the idea of giving in and admitting that she might want — or need — someone else's help, especially Derek Hale's.

So she was quiet for a moment as she regarded him and when another cold chill ran through her, making her whole body shudder with it, she couldn't pretend anymore that she didn't need to do something, because this blanket wasn't cutting it and the sweatshirt was only helping so much.

"...yeah, okay," she agreed, chewing her bottom lip a little. Lydia put her own mug down again and she hesitated, but finally, she got to her feet to unravel herself from the blanket and then sat back down on the couch, sliding a little closer to Derek and offering him the side of the blanket that wasn't still covering her.

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	fightlikeone 2016-03-04 03:03 am UTC (link)
	Derek took the blanket and wrapped it around them both before dropping his arm around Lydia's shoulders. This was beyond awkward, but he couldn't let her freeze and without knowing what was responsible for the blackout, it wasn't safe for them to go anywhere. Hopefully Scott would get in touch soon and let them know what was happening. "Better?" he asked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	eunoia 2016-03-04 03:15 am UTC (link)
	No, she thought wildly, awkward. Awkward is the word you're looking for, Derek. But, even she had to admit that she could already feel the body heat radiating off of him. "Jesus...you're like a walking furnace..." she observed and, without really meaning to, found herself moving closer still until her side was flush up against his. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fightlikeone 2016-03-04 03:29 am UTC (link)
	Derek wasn't terribly surprised that she moved closer when she realized how much body heat he was throwing off. It was kind of nice having her there though and he really didn't want to think about that. "I told you that we tend to run hotter than humans," he said. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eunoia
2016-03-04 03:44 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, you weren't kidding," she agreed.

...being this close to Derek presented a unique dichotomy. On the one hand, she was so much warmer and if she didn't think too much on the fact that it was Derek and didn't let herself consider how weird that was, she actually felt...kind of comfortable there, nestled against his side. "I'm starting to think this is just a regular, run of the mill blackout," she admitted quietly. "And that Scott's not going to find anything and that I probably should've just braved the lack of traffic lights and gone home..."

She started to wonder what the hell she was supposed to do if the power didn't come back on at all that night. Scott hadn't planned for that and so neither had Lydia. It hadn't actually occurred to her until just then as she'd said it.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 03:48 am UTC (link)

Derek hadn't actually considered that either. If the power didn't come back on soon, she was either going to have to drive across town with no traffic lights or stay here all night. Neither option was all that attractive to him. He wasn't sure when he started to actually care about Lydia's well being, but he didn't like the idea of her driving home alone.

Having her spend the night in his loft wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to either though. "Well, if we don't hear from him soon, we'll call him and see what's going on," he said.

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eunoia
2016-03-04 03:51 am UTC (link)

Pressing her lips together, Lydia took a deep breath and then sighed it back out again. "You know, if it's nothing supernatural...I can probably just go," she pointed out. "It's not that big a deal."

Her eyes shifted to her phone sitting on the coffee table beside her abandoned cup of tea. Lydia felt a draft and without meaning to, curled into his side a little tighter.

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	fightlikeone 2016-03-04 03:59 am UTC (link)
	"I don't mind you hanging out," Derek said. "Driving across town with the traffic lights out is dangerous." Not as dangerous as a lot of the other things they'd dealt with in Beacon Hills, but for some reason, he found himself hoping that she would stick around longer. Maybe he should make more of an effort to interact with other people. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eunoia
2016-03-04 04:10 am UTC (link)

"So is driving with the traffic lights on," Lydia countered gently. She doubted it would be a whole lot warmer at her house, but at least she had a fireplace she could utilize, whereas Derek did not.

...but, on the other hand, she would also be all by herself at home, more than likely, and if she was honest with herself, Derek was turning out to be fairly decent company. Unexpectedly, but there it was.

"Look, I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, I really don't, Derek, but I have to ask...why are you being so nice?" she asked, tilting her head to look up at him and feeling her stomach twist a little when she realized just how close she was to him as she did so. "I know you don't like me. I wouldn't like me, either, after...Peter. Not that that was my fault, but..." She figured mentioning that he'd had his pack trying to kill her was a moot point, since he knew just as well as she did that he did. There was no point rubbing the salt in the wounds — hers as a past victim of the stalking for the purpose of that level of violence and his in that he was wrong and, beyond that, had lost that pack, in the end.

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fightlikeone
2016-03-04 04:18 am UTC (link)

It was a fair question and one Derek couldn't blame her for asking. There was a lot of history between them, most of it unpleasant, but deep down, Derek liked to think he was one of the good guys. Yes, he made some mistakes, particularly when he made his pack, but that was in the past and he was trying to atone for those mistakes.

"I probably owe you an apology for that," he admitted. "It wasn't my finest moment." It also wasn't really an answer to her question, but there was no easy answer to why he was being nice, so he wasn't sure what to say.