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This is Mab interested in saving her inbox...
By anon request...
Fanservice/Kink Meme
They're both awesome memes, so why not just slap them into one?
HOW THIS WORKS:
I will make a post with this account for anonymous kink requests. These requests don't actually have to be sexual--ask for a picture of a slowpoke nomming on someone's pants or a fic of Johto turning out to be an artificial reality ran by GLaDOS, whatever you like--but they're requests that people can anonymously or openly fill. For courtesy's sake, try to fill out as many other requests as you make.
FOR THE FANSERVICE, THE RULES:
1. Post with your characters.
2. Reply to other characters (anon or openly) asking for scenes/pairings/what have you to be played out between that character and someone else. Self requests are A-Okay, and requests can be sexy or gen or whatever. We don't judge.
3. Play the requested scenes out! Or if no one's requested from you, sit back and enjoy the other requests.
4. Respect each other's limits, but don't bug people for what they ask for. Remember, we're all here to have fun! So go and have fun.
For the sake of clarity, an example:
X's Post
Someone's reply: 'X and Y play a card game.' or something like 'X and Y play a card game in a massive poker tournament and the loser gets eaten by sharks.'
And then X goes and tags Y and they play the scenario.
Go forth, and have lots of cracky fun!
They're both awesome memes, so why not just slap them into one?
HOW THIS WORKS:
I will make a post with this account for anonymous kink requests. These requests don't actually have to be sexual--ask for a picture of a slowpoke nomming on someone's pants or a fic of Johto turning out to be an artificial reality ran by GLaDOS, whatever you like--but they're requests that people can anonymously or openly fill. For courtesy's sake, try to fill out as many other requests as you make.
FOR THE FANSERVICE, THE RULES:
1. Post with your characters.
2. Reply to other characters (anon or openly) asking for scenes/pairings/what have you to be played out between that character and someone else. Self requests are A-Okay, and requests can be sexy or gen or whatever. We don't judge.
3. Play the requested scenes out! Or if no one's requested from you, sit back and enjoy the other requests.
4. Respect each other's limits, but don't bug people for what they ask for. Remember, we're all here to have fun! So go and have fun.
For the sake of clarity, an example:
X's Post
Someone's reply: 'X and Y play a card game.' or something like 'X and Y play a card game in a massive poker tournament and the loser gets eaten by sharks.'
And then X goes and tags Y and they play the scenario.
Go forth, and have lots of cracky fun!
On anon request--hopefully this will lead to proper nerd flirts
Reid slips behind the bar, then pours himself a glass of wine. He places his glass down, then takes out another glass, giving her a smile.] What would you like to drink?
[It's a nice cozy place with a piano set on a stage. He's considering playing it, because it's been a while since he's played.]
hurr this is either going to be beautiful or terrible or both
This time, though, it's Reid's anxiety about crowds that's the problem, and so naturally she's found a way to fix it — the same setting, just minus the swarms of people. Convincing the bar owner to let them in after hours was an interesting challenge, but not a particularly difficult one. (And naturally, she'd gone with the legitimate means of asking politely and offering cash, because FBI agents are always so touchy about questions of legality. It's cute, really.)
And it seems to have done the trick, since Reid seems relatively at ease in their surroundings — and, amusingly enough, intent on playing host.]
Is bartending among your many talents now?
[She's far from a regular drinker, but there are the underpinnings of a game here (there are always games waiting to be played, if one only looks for them), and she fully intends to test the waters and see if he'll play it.]
my money's on both
He smiles, leaning against the counter.]
A couple coworkers thought it would be fun to see if I could learn. [Garcia and Emily were feeling playful. He learned how to mix drinks within an hour. Learning how to actually hold his liquor is an ongoing battle, however.] I figured it out pretty quickly. After the skill is obtained, the recipes are simple.
[Reid is all for games. He likes the kinds of games Carmen thinks of.]
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I'm hardly surprised. It's all math, isn't it?
[She considers a minute, then meets his eyes with a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.]
How about the one named after the singing cowboy who starred in The Yellow Rose of Texas?
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[He doesn't even resist the smile that crosses his face. He always gets cheerful when she starts with the trivia quizzes.] Roy Rogers? Do you want the ginger ale and lemon-lime soda variation, or the one with cola?
[He once flipped through a cocktail book because he was bored. HE KNOWS THEM ALL.]
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[Or perhaps more accurately, make him try to read her to find out. It's not just that it's always entertaining to see someone do the things they're good at — and Reid is very, very good at profiling — but also that there's something exquisitely satisfying about being the focus of someone's attention that way, knowing they're looking and waiting in eager anticipation to hear just how much they were able to see.
Making him work for it is the tasty part of the encounter — even better than the cola variant she actually wants.]
Get it right and you might win a prize.
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[He leans back on his heels, crossing his arms, and starts thinking. Profilers aren't usually called on to figure out minutiae like that, but he's Spencer Reid.
So he remembers. He remembers everything Carmen has eaten or drank near him, her response to any particularly strong smells, and any food she's shown interest in. Then he puts all those things into different categories--things like fruit, spice, so on--and compares the things she likes versus the differences in soda.
It takes him nearly a minute to come up with his answer.
His mouth flicks into a smile again.] Close your eyes. I want to surprise you.
[This has to be the surest sign of his getting more comfortable around her. He's rarely confident enough to get playful with someone.]
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[And for the whole of that minute, she simply watches him, intent and fascinated and fully standing by the statement she's just made. It doesn't take a genius to see that he is brilliant, but in her own way, she can understand where his shyness stems from, too. She remembers what it was like to never quite fit in with her peers, feeling more comfortable with books and facts, learning volumes upon volumes of trivia while never quite perfecting the more everyday pursuits of interacting with others. She doesn't know the details of how Reid dealt with the experience in his own youth, but it's clear he didn't cope in the way she chose. He withdrew, became guarded, learned to escape notice — and she simply decided to stand out so much that they couldn't help but take notice.
She likes to fix problems, and Reid himself is a problem to solve, just as much as their choice of locale was. Fortunately, there are some facets of this one that are almost as easy as their setting was — because he is brilliant, and that's always been something she's loved in the people she's tempted into chasing her.
She watches him think, rapt and attentive, and there's a beautiful moment when she can almost see it click.
The request to close her eyes, on the other hand, she doesn't see coming. And that's entertaining in a completely different way.]
Surprise me, then.
[She makes sure he's watching before very deliberately closing her eyes.]
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He grins, then he takes out what he needs, fills a highball glass halfway with ice, and starts mixing. It's too bad that she can't see him, because while his body on a whole is clumsy and awkward, he's good with his hands, and his movements are fluid. And then the glass is in front of her, cola variant.]
You can open your eyes now.
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She keeps her eyes closed, but she's certainly listening as he works — the clinking of ice, the pop of containers and the burbling of liquid — and even if she can't see it, she knows these aren't the movements of someone hesitating or nervous.
But to open her eyes when he tells her to, well. She'd said "Surprise me", and while seeing is believing, there are other senses of hers that she could put to good use.
So rather than doing as she's told, she frees one arm and sweeps her hand lightly along the counter until she finds the familiar curve of a highball glass, adjusts her hold and raises it carefully to her lips.
And the sudden rush of cherry and cola and cold on her tongue is all the more pronounced because it comes with the equally delicious surprise that he got it right, and frankly that's a treat in and of itself.]
Very good.
[The rim of the glass still lightly touching her lips, she slides her eyes open, looking for all the world like a very satisfied cat.]
Not that there was ever any doubt of that.
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Seeing her so satisfied makes him feel satisfied in turn, partially because he got it right and partially because he just likes to make people happy. He leans against the edge of the counter again, taking a sip of his wine.] You know, I don't think anyone's asked me to guess their drink of choice before.
[But it was a fun challenge, and Reid really likes challenges that don't involve violence in some form or another.]
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[There's a compliment in there, but it's one arising out of simple fact. She likes to see people's talents on display, and crossing paths with someone like Reid is a rare and precious opportunity — one she knows better than to waste.
She takes another sip, musing to herself, then glances in the direction of the bar entrance, where a freestanding coatrack is tucked into a corner. Casually, she slides off her hat and shakes out her hair, adjusting her hold on the brim — and then flicks her wrist like she's throwing a discus, sending the hat arcing across the room to land fairly accurately atop the rack.
Lest anyone forget she's got a few tricks up her sleeve, too.]
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The physics there were very precise. Where'd you learn how to do that?
[Yep, he broke it into physics in his brain. SCIENCE NERD! 8D ]
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[Hold to the point of most tension, Carmen. The arrow will fall from you when it is ready. She'd had a good teacher in her old partner, Suhara.]