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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 | ||||
| Character Name | ||||
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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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( 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. ]