1. Pick five characters to be roommates (either OC's or canon are fine). 2. Fill out the following questions. 3. Tag a friend (or two, or three…) if you want to. 4. Don't peek! These are much more interesting if you don't look at the questions ahead of time.5. Have fun! 1) Tyrone2) Samuel3) Darnell4) Dmetrei5) Caressa1. Breakfast time and it's 3's turn to prepare it. How does it taste? Is it even edible?
Darnell: Breakfast is served!
Tyrone: Oh thanks, Darnell this is great! Can I have seconds?
Samuel: Thanks, big brother. This is the best you've ever made.
Dmetrei: What's the recipe?
Caressa: I love it!
2. Now that everyone's eaten, everyone except for 5 leaves for work. What are their jobs?
Tyrone: Both Samuel and I are singers.
Darnell: I was going to be a doctor, but I became a chef not long ago.
Dmetrei: I'm a pilot. I fly a plane.
3. Now that 5 is home alone, how does he/she enjoy him/herself?
Caressa: I guess I'll go write something interesting.
4. 1 runs into 2 at his/her workplace. How does that go?
Tyrone: Samuel! *hugs* So we're performing together?
Samuel: *hugs back* Yeah, so I heard. I'm so excited about it.
Tyrone: So am I. I finally get to perform with my best friend in like forever. *pats shoulder* So what songs will we be performing?
Samuel: I don't know yet. All I know is that I'm glad to work with you, old buddy. *hugs*
Tyrone: *hugs back* I'm so glad to work with you, too, best friend.
5. 4 has to go home earlier because they are sick. Does 5 take care of them or leave them to fend for themselves (this can be anything from callousness, to not noticing that the other person is sick, to being deathly afraid of germs).
Caressa: Dmetrei? Are you okay?
Dmetrei: Yeah, I should be alright. Just a slight touch of the flu.
Caressa: Is there anything you want me to get you right now? Anything?
Dmetrei: No, it's fine. *stops and thinks* Wait, do you think you could possible bring me a bottle of water/ and maybe some warm chicken broth?
Caressa: Chicken broth and bottled water, coming right up!
6. Everyone comes home, and 2 and 3 get into a fight over the remote. Who wins and what do they watch?
Samuel: *tussling with* Mother...fucker...give...me... the...remote.
Darnell: Fuck no! *throws it across the room*
Samuel *sets him free and bolts for the remote, but trips over a lamp to get it, and ends up hitting his head on the coffee table very hard*
Darnell: *runs and gets the remote* Ha! *looks down at Samuel, realizing what really happened* Baby? Baby brother? You alright? (keep in mind Darnell is in his early 30s and Samuel in his mid 20s).
Samuel: *groaning in pain* Ow.......
Darnell: *sits him up and sits down beside him, allowing Samuel to rest his head on his collarbone* Samuel? Baby? *hears more muffled groaning and begins to stroke his arm* I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. *feels really bad*
Samuel: *squeezes his eyes tighter shut and continues groaning*
Darnell: Aw, man, where exactly did you hit your head? Like which part of your head?
Samuel: *points to an area around his temple and buries his face in Darnell's shirt*
Darnell: Oh, no, baby, I'm so sorry. *deeply regrets what he's done and sincerely feels bad* I'm really sorry, baby brother. I love you. *kisses him on the top of his head* Poor thing. *sighs* I love you so much. Do you forgive me?
Samuel: *starts to nod, but stops in pain* Yeah......
Darnell: How bad does it hurt? Do you need an ice pack? Do you want to lay down? Do you think you need a doctor? *sighs again* What have I done?
Samuel: *out of breath* I don't think..I need....a doctor....but an ice.....pack.....should be...fine. And.... laying...down.
Darnell: *scoops him up in his arms and takes him to the bedroom and lays him down.* I'll be right back, okay?
Darnell: *brings back an ice pack and the remote for the bedroom television* Do you think you still might wanna watch tv?
Samuel: *nods again* Maybe.
Darnell: *slides into bed next to him gently and allows him to lay his head on his lap and relax* You comfortable there?
Darnell: *slowly places ice pack on his brother's head* what do you wanna watch on tv?
Samuel: *blinks and reaches in front of him and pats Darnell's knee* Whatever you wanna watch.
7. While 2 and 3 are occupied, 1 decides to pull a prank on 5. Do they succeed?
Tyrone *thinks* Even though Caressa is a great friend of mine...I'm gonna pull a funny ass prank on her. *sets up bucket full of water and string trigger above the front door* That should do. *sits back and waits*
Dmetrei: *getting even sicker, enters the house after retrieving his jacket from the car and water dashes him all over, causing him to get an instant sore throat.* WHAT THE FUCK????? WHO THE FUCK DID THIS??????
Tyrone: *rushes over to Dmetrei* Oh my God! Dmetrei!
Dmetrei: Tyrone! WHAT THE FUCK?? DID YOU DO THIS???
Tyrone: *blushes and stutters* U-Uhm....
Dmetrei: TYRONE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT KIND OF COUSIN ARE YOU??
Tyrone: *looks down, ashamed, speaking softly* A horrible one. I'm sorry. This wasn't meant for you at all. *reaches for Dmetrei's coat and begins to unbutton it off him* Come on. Let's go get you changed.
Dmetrei: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHO IT WAS MEANT FOR-- WAIT YES, I DO. WHO WAS IT MEANT FOR?
Tyrone: Well.....heheh..I don't really think that it's necessary that you know that I just think we should get you chang--
Dmetrei: WHO WAS IT MEANT FOR
Tyrone: C-caressa. *ashamed*
Dmetrei: *yelling loudly* Caressa? Caressa! Tyrone wants to let you know a little something!
Tyrone: *yells back* No I don't! *whispers* What on earth are you doing?!
Caressa: *comes running* Yes?
8. At dinner, 1 has an accident and spills spaghetti sauce all over his/her clothes (talk about karma ). How do the others react?
Tyrone: *spills spaghetti all over himself* SHIT!
Samuel: *stands up immediately and takes him by the arm* Let's go to the bedroom and get you some more clothing.
Caressa: I can wash out you clothes when you're done!
Darnell: Did it burn you? Are you alright?
Tyrone: Just a little. I think I should be ok.
Dmetrei: *sits back in the chair smugly, then realizes he actually has a conscience and stands up* If you need help, I can help you out too.
Tyrone: Thanks Dmetrei. Do you think you could help Caressa wash out the clothes? That won't be the easiest thing to do, especially not alone.
Dmetrei: Sure. Anything to help.
Samuel: *leading him by the arm into the bedroom* Let me see if I have something else you can put on.
9. After dinner, 4 finds 5 kissing 3 in the bathroom. What is their reaction?
Caressa: *making out with Darnell nonstop while he does the same*
Dmetrei: *drops spaghetti covered clothes on floor in pure shock* Caressa? Darnell? Dafuq?????
Darnell: *jumps, as does Caressa* Huh?
Caressa: *turns around, drunk as fuck* Blame it on the alcohol.
10. Bedtime. Who are night owls and who fall asleep immediately?
Samuel: You think that we should maybe watch a movie?
Dmetrei: Sounds cool.
Darnell: Of course, baby bro. *sits down on the couch with the rest of them*
Samuel: *leans head over on his best friend Tyrone's shoulder and eventually falls asleep a quarter-way through the movie*
Darnell: *hears Samuel lightly snoring, and looks over* Aw, poor thing. He's had a long day. You don't mind him doing that, Tyrone?
Tyrone: *whispers softly* Oh, no, of course not. He's my best friend, plus we do this all the time when we're on the road. *kisses Samuel's forehead lightly* Sweet dreams, sweetheart. *softly laughs tiredly with Darnell*
Caressa: *whispers to Dmetrei* Aren't you tired? Usually when you're sick you should get all the rest you can get.
Dmetrei: Nah. *sneezes* I should be fine. *coughs violently into paper towel*
Caressa: *doubtful* Are...you...sure...?
Dmetrei: Yeah. If I said then I am. *has a mild coughing fit*
Tyrone: *tired as hell* Damn. What an ending.
Darnell: I know right?
Tyrone: Yup. Well I'm going to bed now, guys. 'Night. *Picks up Samuel and takes him into the bedroom with him*
Darnell *leaves and starts off for bed* See you in the morning, guys.
Caressa: Dmetrei..it's time for you to sleep. Go to bed. Really.
Dmetrei: NO. *eyes wide plastered to the blank tv*
Caressa: *backs up slowly, hands raised* Alright. Alright. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Dmetrei
Dmetrei: GOOD MORNING, CARESSA.
Caressa: *starts backing up a little faster* Uhm...ok. *leaves for bed making Dmetrei the only one left there*
Dmetrei: *laughs after she leaves* I scared the living shit out of her *slaps his knee*
Care to tag anyone? Nah.