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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.
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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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Christ, Wally. [ all in jest, all in fair and well-earned teasing. ] You'd think a girl would have to put out a billboard ad to get the point across.
[ in future moments like this one, she won't hesitate to bridge the gap. physical affection has never been a thing withheld or overthought in her history, and knowing that wanting is equally given means skye will feel comfortable letting her own wants and desires steer the ship.
but this very first step is an important one. it's the physical leap into territory they haven't charted yet, more damning and sure than any words could ever be. maybe she's more traditional than she thought... or maybe she just wants him to prove her wrong. ]
I thought you said you weren't a pillow princess.
[ he's not wrong. she's not correcting him. she's just, you know, putting a very specific ball into his court. ]
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It's kind of a big deal that has a myriad of emotions whirling inside him now that he is actually on the cusp of taking that step. He meant it when he said he had no doubts about wanting to give this a shot, but seemingly letting go of everything he's been firmly holding onto for so long is proving to be a little more difficult than he thought it would be.
Fortunately, Skye provides just the shove he needs in the form of the callback to their text conversation banter about whether or not he is a pillow princess.
It has him murmuring a barely audible heh in response before he's placing his free hand under her chin to tilt it up so he can lean in at the right angle, his eyes closing somewhere along the way, and capture her lips with his. The kiss is soft and gentle, it is their first one after all, but it also indubitably holds a hint of passion, desire, and a promise of things to come during the time that it lasts.
He eventually pulls infinitesimally away, looking at her through half-lidded eyes, his breath coming out quicker than normal and heart racing in a way a run never quite manages to accomplish. The corners of his mouth curve into a sly smile he really doesn't deserve to own given how exhausting it must have been for her to get him to this point. ]
That better?
[ Seriously, is it possible for him to be any more ridiculous? ]
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I don't know... I might need to do that again. [ a beat. just to torture him. ] You know, for the science of it all. Gotta make sure you're consistent.
[ she won't force him to make all the moves this time, though. returning the favor just requires that skye stretch a bit, leaning up on tiptoes and balancing with a hand to his chest in order to press her lips just that much more firmly against his own — which, strangely enough, gives her a little bit of a jolt, static electricity zipping across her skin where her hand had splayed out. the sensation earns a laugh that carries into the kiss and then the air as they pull apart, bright and cheerful and leaving skye sounding altogether very pleased with herself. ]
Easy, tiger.
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There's only a very short list of people who have been able to draw that type of reaction out of him. His mouth opens in preparation of asking if she's okay, he did zap her even if just a little, but Skye telling him to take it easy with that all too pleased expression of hers causes a breathy chuckle to come out instead as he explains. ]
Just the speedster equivalent of carpet static. [ Meaning it's perfectly harmless all things considered. ] Guess I'm still a little charged up from my run earlier.
[ There was no earlier run, and he doesn't expect her to buy it, but she's a little too proud of herself at the moment for him to give her the satisfaction of admitting the little burst of energy that had emitted from him was her doing no matter how obvious it may be. He'll have to be a little more cognizant of things in the future to avoid a repeat performance.
He considers leaning in for another go when the sudden sound of footsteps rhythmically pounding on pavement somewhere off in the distance reminds him they aren't exactly alone right now. Wally's never been particularly shy when it comes to public displays of affection, but he isn't sure he's ready to share this with the world just yet. Tomorrow, perhaps. ]
As much as I could stand here doing this with you all night, maybe we should find some place a little more private? We could still do the pizza and action flick thing without the heart-to-heart. [ A feigned sigh before he adds: ] And if you think you need more proof for the science of it all, I could be persuaded to supply it.
[ Because, yes, kissing her and the like is a sacrifice he would be willing to make in the name of science. Such a selfless guy, he is. ]