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quaranmeme2018-07-25 07:54 pm
swipes: a friendr meme
swipes: a friendr memeAny new arrival to the city has seen the ad for a free app popping up on their devices, and anyone who's been around for a while probably has a profile and has used it a bit. It's almost universal in the city - Friendr, a friend-finder and/or dating app. If characters choose to install it, they will fill out a short bio and parameters for what they're looking for, upload a snap of themselves, and then proceed to browse for matches. This is a typical swipe-left-or-right type app. The default color scheme can be seen below, but the Friendr app has a wide variety of themes, so feel free to customize with colors and patterns as you see fit, but do not remove the credit line out of respect for the creator of the code.
| Friendr | ||||
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| » Age: your character's age » Seeking: friendship/romantic/anything » Preferences: sexual preference or n/a » Interests: three interests » Bio: 30 words or less | ||||
| base code by photosynthesis | ||||
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Friendr base code is by photosynthesis.
● Post up a top-level for your character with their Friendr profile and then go around and swipe left or right on everyone else's!
● This meme is for characters already accepted into the game to window shop other characters' Friendrs while they're all gathered conveniently into one place.
● This meme is GAME CANON, so any threads played out in this meme can be carried through into the actual canon of the game.
● Since this meme is game canon, open, and only for characters in the game, threads here can be used for either Activity Points or the monthly Activity Check.
wally west (dc rebirth)
» Seeking: A social life. Maybe a sparring partner or two.
» Preferences: Women.
» Interests: exploring, good food, and fun in general
» Bio: I'm the Fastest Man Alive. And, no, I don't mean like that.
sorry not sorry
whoops? )
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Except he eventually has to admit defeat because he has absolutely no idea what it is. ]
So does this make us official or something?
[ Officially friends is the safest and intended interpretation of his reply. But he's afraid reinforcing the whole "friend" aspect of their relationship in such a direct way might give the wrong impression since he isn't exactly opposed to the idea of something more. ]
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skye silently stews over that annoyance for the entire time wally debates the meaning of her accidental creeper swipe, but any technology-related gripes are quickly replaced by a rise of sheer panic when the notification for his message comes through.
"official"? official what??? in what universe does holding hands and accidentally swiping right on moon tinder mean official anything?
take a breath, skye. you're starting to overthink this, you'll freak yourself out, and we all know what a bad time we're in for when that happens. someone watch the seismographs. )
maybe it does
( good start, very casual, just easing into it. )
might be moving a bit fast, though. even for the fastest man alive.
i mean, eating all my popcorn at the movies hardly counts as taking a girl out on the town
you might need to step up your game, west
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(Asking if they were official without specifying in what way probably didn't help with clearing things up now that he thinks about it)
The good news is he has had more than enough time since their outing to figure some things out and get his shit together in case she was still willing to talk to him anytime in the near future. And, well, an accidental friendr swipe still counts as contact. ]
I'll keep that in mind if there's a next time.
[ Whether or not there is a next time is up to her. All he can do is be honest because it's the least she deserves. ]
Look, I know I've been a bit frustrating.
And not just because I ate all of your popcorn.
I don't mean to be.
Things are a little complicated and I'll explain everything if you want.
[ He considers ending the message there, but he is resolved to see this honesty thing through, so he decides to add one more line. ]
But I'd really like the chance to do it right if you'll let me.
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( she's wondered, in the time since, if perhaps she read things wrong. if she misjudged their conversation altogether, the easy companionship. it wouldn't be the first time she'd misinterpreted a situation, but for some reason... well, it's more than a little disappointing.
but he isn't totally ignoring her, either. or flat out shutting her down, which might be worse. )
i guess this isn't the kind of explanation that we can do over pizza and action movies, huh?
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[ This is a conversation he should have had with her before things got this far, but he's always found some excuse to tell himself so he could justify putting it off. He didn't mean to be selfish, but Skye is one of the very few things in his life since he returned from the Speed Force two years ago that hasn't been dragged down by everything that has happened to him.
He just wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could.
But it isn't fair to her, and there's no going forward unless she knows the truth. He'll just have to put his cards on the table, and whatever she decides, then that will be it. At least the two of them will know where they stand and he can say he finally took a chance. ]
As much I like to believe pizza makes everything better
maybe we could take a walk in the park instead?
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my cardio day's not until tomorrow
( whatever those few things might be, they can't be worse than turning out to be an actual nazi sleeper agent. that's what she's telling herself, anyway. maybe he's secretly an alien — or engaged — or worse, an engaged alien? maybe he just wanted to experiment on some sad girl in the gym all those weeks ago and she was his (un)lucky victim.
doesn't matter. she's still going to strap on her sneakers and head out, dragging a lightweight hoodie on over her head to ward against any late-night summer chill. )
i'd offer to send up a flare but i have a feeling you'll beat me there
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Already there, actually.
But I don't mind waiting for you.
[ He'll just be pacing back and forth like a lunatic until she shows up. ]
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see you soon
( if wally insists on pacing the same path, skye may need to beg the groundskeeper's forgiveness. even moving at a brisk pace on sidewalks and through the station, it still takes her a good ten minutes to make it across the city thanks to a delay in the groundtram. by the time she's greeted by the softly lit pathways of the city park, skye's almost convinced he'll have run home out of sheer boredom. she's happy to be wrong, though, even if he's looking as jittery and uncertain as skye feels, pacing around the grass.
she offers a quiet 'hey' as warning and greeting both as she crosses the lawn, a hand lifted in a small wave that tucks back into the pocket of her jacket when she gets closer. there's a small part of her brain that wants to re-establish the contact they'd had last time, hands loosely held, but she resists. for now. )
So... ( in the wake of that uncertain, hesitant starting syllable, skye's teeth drag over the inside of her bottom lip, rolling the skin between them while she tries to think of what to say. ) I feel like I've spent the last ten minutes dreading every worst case scenario I can think of.
( a breath, and skye blurts: ) Please tell me you're not secretly a Nazi. Because I don't think I could handle that twice in one lifetime.
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He doesn't know how long he stays walking back and forth with his hands clasped behind his head in the limited lighting supplied by a nearby lamppost until a voice offering a greeting snaps him out of the anxious reverie he has found himself in. It's Skye, looking incredibly uncertain even as she waves, and he can't help but wonder what is going through her mind.
Dropping his hands to his sides, he takes a deep breath before moving the short distance it takes so he can meet her halfway. His mouth wordlessly opens, not quite sure where he should start despite preparing for this moment for what feels like hours, but she's already filling the silence with words about dreading the worst and secret Nazis. It takes a beat for him to realize she's serious about the latter in the sense there was a first time, and he finds himself shaking his head in disbelief. ]
No, I assure you I am not, nor have I ever been, a Nazi. Secret or otherwise. I've even taken down some Nazi-wannabes over the years if that helps.
[ The corners of his lips curl up into a reassuring smile he hopes dispels some of her dread because this isn't necessarily a bad thing. Certainly nowhere near the "I'm a Nazi" level kind of bad, anyway. ]
What I have to say is pretty tame compared to that. A little complicated and weird, but you don't have to worry about any such twists with me.
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( there's an immediate release of breath, skye's shoulders sagging in apparent relief; to say she's happy might be a stretch, but she's certainly glad to hear this isn't a grant ward 2.0 situation. learning that the person she'd put her trust in was secretly working for the bad guys — and, you know, casually a sociopathic asshole — had been bad enough. having to do it all over again after finally feeling like she'd gotten comfortable on the moon would have just been too much.
but he doesn't continue, either, which means skye's brain has just enough time to start considering what could be available in between "not a nazi" and "not that bad". not the best transition, if she's honest. when seconds feel like they drag on just a little bit too long between denial and continued explanation, skye's mouth pulls taut in a thin line, brows furrowing a bit as she stares up at him. )
Okay. Not a Nazi's a good start. ( but... ) Wally, please, put a girl out of her misery here.
( whatever it is, it's probably half as bad as whatever her brain is trying to suggest. )
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[ He trails off as he gestures towards the concrete walkway that winds throughout the park. There's decent odds he will vibrate right through the ground if he has to have this conversation standing still which is why he suggested a walk in the first place. Once she takes the first accommodating step, he dives into explaining things as simply as he can. ]
I guess the first thing you should know is how my powers work. Where I come from, most speedsters get their powers from an extra-dimensional energy source that we call the Speed Force. It's basically hidden outside of time and reality which is why I'm still connected to it here.
[ He suddenly reaches out to grab an abnormally large blue leaf off a tree when they pass by and begins ripping small pieces off as they walk. It gives him something else to focus his eyes and mind on while he powers through this next part. ]
There's always a risk when we tap into it. If we push ourselves too hard or go too fast, we can get pulled into the Speed Force itself. It's hard to describe, but it feels like the energy tries to break down your body, strip you of your memories, and take your very essence when you're in there.
[ The detail in which he talks about being pulled in and the obvious wince on his face as he does might give her a decent idea on how this might factor into things. ]
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his words are heavy. they're admittedly confusing, considering the speed force as a concept is still pretty new to her, but it's not so much the technical aspects that concern her right now. it's the way wally's expression changes completely, forced casual tone lost to the wind; it's the feeling that feels like isn't just referring to the hypothetical scenario.
there's no good way to reply to that, but she has to try. )
You were trying to save the day, huh?
( he seems the type. a good man, trying to do what's right. it doesn't take much of a stretch for skye to imagine him risking that kind of sacrifice to save someone else. )
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[ Wally feels his lips twitch upwards as he takes a break from his dismantling of the leaf just long enough to send a quick glance in her direction. He doesn't expect Skye to completely understand everything that has happened to him, he certainly doesn't and he lived it, but she'll know more than enough by the time he's done. ]
I was trapped in there for years. I'm not really sure how I survived for so long other than being my stubborn self. I eventually made it back home, but my memories have been a bit of a mess since then. Like, I remember some things from another life or another time.
[ He pauses, taking the second or two it allows to carefully think about what he wants to say next. He doesn't want to freak her out or have her jump to the wrong conclusion before he can get to the end of all this. When he does find the words he wants, they come out a lot shakier than he would like due to the sense of vulnerability they bring. ]
It's been difficult to sort out what's real in my life and letting go of some of the things that aren't. People who were important to me in that other life see me as nothing more than a stranger in my own. [ He can't bring himself to mention Linda directly. ] All of this is partly why I seem so unsure of myself these days.
[ He'll stop there for the moment so his words can sink in and see if she has any questions before he continues. He doesn't anticipate it will make anything clearer for her just yet, but he did say this was a complicated situation. ]
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though they don't quite stop their path around the park, her attention swings squarely in his direction; her gaze remains soft, though, more reassuring than judgemental as he continues to offer information that seems to beat around the core of the issue. partly, he says, but he's never seemed unsure of himself before this, so skye isn't quite sure what he means.
even in the diner, even when her hand had clutched at his or when her lashes had batted teasingly in his direction, his reluctance had only seemed practical, like a man just out of a bad relationship who wasn't quite ready to jump that gun. skye wasn't entirely sure she was ready for it either, for that matter.
his words eventually flow into a stopping point, and wally looks at her uncertainly yet again, as if he's unsure of her response; skye lets a hand reach out to rest atop one of his own, pausing his ministrations with the leaf. she's quiet for a moment too, until he acknowledges her touch with a glance down. once he does, she replies. )
You've been trying to figure out who you are. ( she knows that struggle all too well, and all too recently. losing those you loved was never easy — she imagines it doesn't matter much if it's by choice or by the mysterious work of the universe. maybe, if they don't have much of a choice, it's worse. there's no way to fix that. ) I'm sorry.
( it's not her fault. she doesn't owe him an apology. she knows that. but she wants to share her sympathies nonetheless, to let him know he's not alone. )
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When she searched out his hand in the diner, it was met with some initial resistance while the feelings of embarrassment and guilt had washed over him. He wasn't ready at all in that moment because it had brought a lot of things he has put off and buried to the surface. To say he was overwhelmed in that instance would be an understatement.
This time, though, there's an easy acceptance the moment she places her hand atop of his. He glances down at their connected hands with a warm smile splayed across his lips, the leaf which is now more stem than anything else forgotten in his grip, but the sound of her apologizing has him looking back up so he can meet her gaze with unflinching green eyes.
It might not seem like it, but he really didn't ask her to come out here to hear some sob story. So while he does appreciate her sympathies and everything that comes with it, he makes sure to keep his tone light and reassuring when he speaks next. ]
Don't be. The only one who has to be sorry is Abra Kadabra. [ And whoever manipulated the timeline. ] He's the one who tossed me into the time-stream and wiped my existence from the world with a spell to ensure I couldn't get back. [ a beat before he adds: ] So you can see why I'm not such a big fan of his.
[ She may not be surprised to find Kadabra was involved given the disdain he showed when he brought the lunatic up during their outing. He'll never get back the time taken from him and he hasn't been able to undo the spell outside of a few exceptions, but at least he got a chance to repay a small part of the debt he owed the techno-wizard after he got back. ]
This stuff isn't the easiest for me to talk about, and I'm not going to claim that I've completely moved past everything, but I'm actually in a pretty good place right now. Being here for the last year has given me a chance to breathe in a way being back home didn't if that makes sense.
[ Being able to build some form of life he can trust without the constant reminders of everything that has been lost has done wonders for his mental state. ]
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( skye's not an expert on timeline displacement or the speed force, not by any stretch of the imagination, but she does understand feeling alone. trying to build a life when the one you had has been ripped out from underneath you. she understands how fragile life feels, how difficult it can be to accept anything good for fear it'll disappear or crumble within your grip. )
I'm glad you told me. ( a small smile teases at the corner of her mouth, just the hint of it blooming warmth across her expression as she peers over at him. ) And, you know, I don't think I'm going to be able to look at a magician the same way again.
( maybe they'll have to table their big act for the time being. there's a brief pause before she speaks up again, her gaze drifting out to take in the park and all the various trees dotting the path. there are other runners further along, people engrossed in their own experiences; even still, there's a solitude to their walk that she appreciates. )
But I'm guessing you didn't ask me to come take a walk with you to talk about how you learned to run so fast. ( she's not quite sure how to ask what's been running through her head. ) So... is this the part where you tell me I'm too slow for you?
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No, that isn't...
[ Tossing what's left of the leaf aside with a soft sigh, he gently tugs on the fabric of her hoodie around the elbow as a sign for her to halt her movements for the moment while he comes to a stop himself. The hesitancy he is feeling is evident on his face, what he's about to say can't be taken back, but he's determined to meet her eyes as he continues on. ]
I know my situation is strange and could be a lot to deal with. I mean, it's been a while since I've done anything like this. Or, maybe I've completely gotten the wrong idea here. My aunt used to tell me — you know what, it doesn't matter what my aunt used to tell me.
[ He tentatively reaches out, as if he wants to grab her hand, but his fingers stop short of hers before they are pulled back to his side. He isn't that brave, not yet anyway. ]
What I'm trying to say is you're only too slow if I want to run. [ Running is all he has done since he's escaped the Speed Force. Running from living, running from the truth, and he's so damn tired of it. ] And I don't want to run this time.
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( simply said, simply offered, but skye knows there's more to it than that. what she's offering, what they're talking but not talking about, is more than just running or not running. it's standing still. it's letting the universe in on the deepest and most intimate parts of your soul. it's opening yourself up to the possibility of pain and loss and regret, and no one could blame either of them for attempting to avoid more of that.
but, even still, skye can't help but offer. her voice is soft, almost hesitant, but she does offer — genuinely, without any hint of the teasing or sarcasm that's so often laced her words. he could run away from this. he could run away and never look back, and she'd accept it; they'd still be friends, but she wouldn't drop hints or double entendres casually into conversation anymore. there'd be a line left in the sand, one crossed and then backed away from like a dish that caused indigestion.
she's just hoping that maybe, just maybe, she's reading the signs right this time. )
I'm not promising to be some prize, Wally. I'm just as fucked up as you are. But I'm not running anywhere.
( literally or figuratively. )
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But, the deflating words he was expecting don't come. In their place are ones hinting at wanting something more, the same more he has been talking around because he feared that directly acknowledging it will have this whole thing crumbling into dust like everything else in his life has done. Still, he has to remind himself not to get too far ahead here. ]
Does... that mean you want to try being fucked up together?
[ He thinks that is what she's offering, and if it is, it's an offer he accepts without reservation. There's no way of knowing how things will play out from here, it will probably be a disaster if his past attempts at trying to reestablish or build a real connection with someone are any indication, but it is a risk he is absolutely sure he wants to take if she's willing.
And maybe on this strange moon, with her, it will be different. Crazier things have been known to happen.
This time when he reaches out to take her hand in his, there's no sign of the tentativeness or trepidation he displayed in his previous aborted attempt. He knows what he wants, thinks she kinda might want the same, and it feels like he's almost on solid ground for the first time in a long while. ]
Because I'd really like to give it a shot. [ He gives her hand a little squeeze. ] I might not have all the answers, but I don't have any doubts about that.
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( wally squeezes her hand, soft yet sure, and suddenly, all she can feel is fear. it's all at once — a sharp swelling in her throat, the bitter taste of bile on her tongue, her stomach churning as her head begins to ache — and it leaves her quiet for a long moment, gaze kept helplessly on his as she tries without much success to swallow it all down.
together, he says, all quiet and sincere, tone dripping with something that feels dangerously like hope, and skye panics. it's not him. it's not wally's fault, not even a little — it's the ugly fact that skye, for all her life, has never quite managed to create together with anyone. foster home after foster home, job after job, city after city; never spending more than two years anywhere has left her skittish and unsure, unsteady on her feet even when wanting desperately to find roots somewhere.
she'd wound up crawling under shield's barriers looking for those roots. she'd been looking for answers to her own history, information redacted from other databases but promised to be there; she'd wound up an agent who caused disaster where she walked, losing the lives of good men in pursuit of her own foolhardy curiosity.
and now, after all that, she was here. standing in a park, hand in hand with a man who made her stomach twist in the best kind of way, being asked a question that ought to earn a giddy response. instead, it just makes her nervous — and when she finally manages to wet her lips and speak, the chuckle that escapes her lips is just that. nervous, a little terrified, but trying all the same. )
Yeah. ( she would like that. she doesn't think she has much hope at ever making this work, but does she want it? more than she's willing to admit. ) But maybe we should go on an actual date before we head to the courthouse? I have to at least give you a chance to back out once you realize what a disaster I am, right?
( there. an attempt at honesty, couched in poor attempts at humor, but something all the same. he deserves that, at least. )
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The fact she hasn't pulled away just yet is enough to get him to do something he isn't known for doing; he waits. Ignoring what his impulses are telling him and the way his heart is pounding in his chest, he patiently stands there with his eyes locked on hers doing nothing until she can find whatever response she is looking for.
When she does, the nervousness and fear in it are obvious, but it's a positive one all things considered, and the breath he didn't know he was holding comes out as a relieved laugh. ]
Skye, I'm pretty sure I'm the disaster here. [ Then he adds with a little more humor: ] I mean, you haven't even seen me try to dance yet.
[ His lack of rhythm isn't the kind of disaster either one of them is talking about. She's just as afraid she's going to find some way to screw this up as he is. They both might want to give this a chance, but it's clear neither one of them is ready to dive headfirst into it. It's something that is going to take patience on both of their parts if it's going to work out. With that in mind, one side of his mouth lifts up into a lopsided smile that is somehow both reassuring and earnest at once. ]
We'll take things slow, one small step at a time and see where it leads us. Sounds simple enough, yeah?
[ It not so simple in actuality, he knows. Nothing ever really is when there's a good probability it will hurt if they were to lose. ]
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to his question, skye offers a simple nod, a murmured yeah; her expression brightens with the syllable, a small smile curving her mouth that brings a little color to her cheeks. )
That sounds good. Smart. It's a good idea.
( and it is good — after all, he's holding her hand still. or, rather, she's still clinging to his, fingers curled snug around his own as she peers up at all six feet something of him. there's an impulse in the back of her mind, a wanting to seal their agreement with something a little more obvious, but she can't quite shake the hesitation swimming through her limbs. so what's next, she wants to ask, but the words don't come out quite right. instead, a jumble of thoughts spill through her mind and out of her mouth, as if of their own accord, unable to be stopped. )
But. Question. How, um — how slow are we talking here? Because I'm not really sure I brought enough clothes for a Victorian timetable, and I kind of thought the whole together aspect would involve a little more... uh. Together?
( loose translation: i want to kiss you but i don't want to freak you out. )
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It's a different sort of complicated with Skye, but he knows enough that asking her to give or share more than she is ready for will only lead to the same result. Being able to separate his issues due to everything he's been through from them is a necessity, or else whatever they have will come crashing down faster than, well, him.
Slow means letting her set the pace, and if he's keeping up like he thinks he is, it sounds like she wants to speed things up just a bit. ]
What, holding hands isn't together enough for you?
[ The amusement that accompanies the question is a clear sign he's teasing. Because as nice as the feeling of her fingers curled snugly around his is, it's not enough for him either at the moment. Lifting his free hand up, his amused expression shifts into something a little more wanting as he brushes his knuckles across her cheek ever so gently. ]
Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this is the part where we kiss.
[ His confidence may be growing by the second, but he's not quite ready to take a leap without making sure they are on the same page. ]
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