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the rain meme

Ah, rain—the precipitation that the whole world has a love/hate affair with it. It waters the garden for free and ruins baseball games. It cools you off in the summer and it causes more ice and sleet to appear in the winter. Sometimes it is lovely and falls at a decent pace for a few hours, other times, it blasts the whole eastern seaboard away.

Poems and songs have been written about it, people have danced in it, others have cursed its entire existence, and still more refuse to go out and drive in it.

Now it’s time to roll some dice and see what the weather will have in store for you today.

directions

1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc in the subject.
2. Roll a number between 1-5 with the RGN for an intensiy.
3. Roll 1-15 with the RGN for a situation.
4. Reply to other comments and play the scenario out!
5. Don’t catch a cold!

intensity

1. DRIZZLE ☂ It’s not too heavy or too light of a downpour, just enough to wash away stuff in the air, water the ground, and clean up the streets.

2. MONSOON ☂ It’s horrible and awful! Rain is coming down in buckets, no one can get anywhere, the wind is whipping everything about, and now the cable is out.

3. SHOWER ☂ Reminds you of early spring, doesn’t it? A nice shower to make everything all green and smell fresh again. Lovely.

4. FLOOD ☂ While rain is good, it can sometimes be bad. Grab a boat!

5. CATS & DOGS ☂ You’re lucky with this one. It’s not the worst storm in the world, but it’s still pretty heavy. Be careful when driving!

prompts

1. A DARK, STORMY NIGHT ☂ You know all those stories that start off with a stormy night before something goes wrong: a murder, an attack by ninjas, a crime. It is one of the best known clichés in the world, and you’re stuck in the middle of it.

2. HUMIDITY ☂ It’s that time of the year again when the humidity rises and the rain has two options: make it worse or make it go away. Good luck getting the latter.

3. GRAY RAIN OF DEPRESSION ☂ We all know this one. Stuck in the middle of no where, or right after an argument, or something that leads to angst, the rain decides to express someone’s feelings in a physical form, serious or over the top.

4. QUIET MORNING ☂ Nothing to do, nowhere to be… sometimes the rain is a welcomed addition to a quiet day. Gives you an excuse to stay in, curl up in a warm blanket and a book, maybe a loved one or a cup of hot chocolate. With sprinkles.

5. PUDDLES ☂ After it rains, what is the number one thing you have to do? Go put on some rubber boots and splash around of course!

6. SUDDEN STORM ☂ It might have been predicted, but sometimes storms just sweep in and do their thing with little to no warning. Hope you’re not outside.

7. THUNDER & LIGHTNING ☂ Loud, surprising, scary, ominous, comforting, fantastic to watch or listen to… some like thunder and lightning, others not so much. Of course, if this happens before a big confrontation, the universe is telling you something.

8. CAN’T GET WORSE ☂ You did not say that. You did not just say that. How many times does this need to be seen in movies and books before anyone learns?

9. STUCK ☂ No, no, no, no. This cannot be happening. What happened to the ten percent chance of rain? You forgot your umbrella and now you’re stuck in it!

10. RUINED PLANS ☂ You had all these wonderful plans to go outside, have some fun in the sunshine, do some errands, maybe a date… and the weather goes against them.

11. DANCING ☂ Sometimes rain is a cause for celebration, or you just feel like doing something spontaneous. Grab someone to join you and get wet!

12. RAIN BATTLE ☂ The most intense, important battles happen in the rain. Verbal spars, punching someone in the guts; it’s all dramatic and climatic. And no one slips.

13. DATE ☂ Aww, don’t let the weather ruin your date! It can be really romantic, being out in the rain, and it’s always fun to go with the flow.

14. A DAY INSIDE ☂ Sometimes, it’s just better to stay inside and enjoy something simple and easy like board games or catching up on TV shows, or maybe the bills.

15. WILD CARD ☂ Was there something I missed? Did you want to roll again or choose your own adventure? Go for it!

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The number of spectators had made it impossible to hold the challenge indoors and it was high summer, Carlos thought as he and Leith circled each other. There'd been no reason to think that the sky would open up like it had, but it had and both he and the Nine were soaked to the skin. If he'd had his attention on anything other than the battle itself, he would have seen Elisha and Catherine and Eileen, eyeing each other as if deciding whether they should call it off.

In the next moment, though, it was too late. Leith moved forward to take advantage of an opening, but the ground under both of them had grown slick and soft, and Carlos saw the Nine's eyes flare wide before he slipped, pushing Carlos down to the ground and following him down into the mud. Carlos felt too many things all at once to separate them. His shoulder slammed into a stone with enough force to send a blinding rush of pain through his upper body. He felt the burn of a sword biting into his thigh, and he nearly dropped his own sword. Maybe this was it, he thought. He could hear murmuring around them. Victory did not go to the one who drew first blood - that had happened minutes before. Victory was going to the one who got up again, and he wasn't sure he was going to stand.

He wasn't sure, he thought as he read the light of battle in Leith Cole's eyes, that Leith was going to let him.

That was what moved him to action, more than anything. He didn't want to die in the mud behind Club Castle with his best friend standing on the sidelines. He didn't want to die at all, and his hand tightened on the hilt of his sword as he forced himself back up to his knees. He didn't have time to consider his next action, and he had to depend upon the instincts and skills that came from fifteen years of training with the sword. He was the better swordsman, but it didn't matter if he couldn't get through the Nine's guard in this moment. He could see it in Leith's eyes the moment he realized; the anger sharpened for a moment before it darkened into a gasp of pain as Carlos' sword avoided his parry a thrust in between his ribs.

He'd done this for a long time, Carlos thought as Leith's sword landed in the mud and he fell back onto the ground with a bit of a thump. He knew when he'd killed a man.

The rest of the afternoon passed a bit in a blur. He remembered Ty rushing the field and pulling him up, he remembered the pain of the doctor popping his dislocated shoulder back into place - almost as much as when he'd injured it, and he remembered Ty muttering at him while a nurse stitched his thigh back up. Reminding him that he was the one who wanted him to challenge up - well, just got him a glare, really, and Carlos was almost relieved when Ty left to get what they needed to get Carlos back to his apartment.

At least, he thought, Ali had decided not to come to this challenge; he wouldn't have wanted his still teenage sister to see it. And at least Gael hadn't come, either, he thought as he frowned a bit at the bandage on his leg. He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to get pants on again.

Gael had intended to go, until Carlos convinced him not to. It was, Carlos had said, nothing to worry over and he just preferred a smaller crowd. Never mind that it wasn't very small. When Ollie showed up at the apartment and suggested they watched a couple of movies, Gael started to figure out that Carlos was more concerned about Gael not being able to deal with anyone getting hurt. Which, fine....to be fair, it was true. His father had died in a sword challenge, and he cared very little for them.

But then it started to rain, and Gael frowned. Standing, he was by the window watching the rain when Ollie got the phone call.

Gael's heart stopped. He didn't remember much, other than he sat suddenly down as his legs gave out on him. He hadn't expected such news to be quite like a train smacking into him. He could remember Ollie telling him everything was going to be fine- Carlos was fine. But none of that seemed to matter.

It was much later, after he'd dried his face and let Ollie talk him into breathing in a normal manner that he found his way to Club castle. Ollie went off to direct Ty out of Carlos' rooms as Gael slipped in and made his way to the other man's bedroom.

"You know," he said as he came into the room, "it isn't very....kind to make someone worry as you have." Still he offered Carlos a small smile as he moved to the bed and slowly crawled up, kicking off his shoes, to gingerly lie down next to Carlos. "I'm very...upset with you. You said everything was going to be alright."

It shouldn't have been anything to worry over, but that rain - which still hadn't stopped, he thought as he peered out the window from the bed Ty had helped him into - the rain had changed things.

He could hear voices in his hall, and quiet steps heading towards him as he heard Oliver convincing Ty to stop pacing in his living room, and Carlos winced a bit as he sat up further in the bed, frowning at the arm held in a sling as Gael came into the room. "It should have been just fine," he offered as he shifted a little in bed to make room for Gael. He lifted his uninjured arm and traced the curve of Gael's cheek before he wrapped it around the other man's shoulder. There was a trace of panic in Gael's eyes yet, that hadn't entire faded even with him there and seeing that Carlos would be fine. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "But I am alright, love."

"Well, you're alive. Alright might be a bit relative at the moment." Gael corrected, reaching up to curl his fingers around the hand Carlos rested on his shoulder. It let him lift it up, and giving him the room to shift and lean back against the headboard while curling a little into Carlos.

"I forgive you, this time." He said, resting his head against Carlos' good shoulder. "However, I should warn you. I am a terrible nurse. I'm just....not very good at not being a bit slutty with it. Though I suppose that could make you feel a little better." He said, smirking a little. "But....do you need anything?"

"Ah, so what you're saying is you're my fantasy nurse," Carlos said. The apartment was quiet other than the two of them, so, he thought, Oliver must have coaxed Ty back to his own apartment. There was little Ty could do. Honestly, little Gael could do, either, and while Leith had not been the first man he'd killed, it wasn't so common for him to be unaffected.

He was happier not to be left alone tonight, really. "I should probably say that you're enough," he said. "But actually I'm starving. Please, darling, my kingdom for a sandwich."

"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. I come with blowjobs and stripe teases." He said smiling a little as he slowly pushed himself up from the other man. He leaned in though, and stole a kiss from Carlos when he asked for a sandwich. Pulling himself up off the bed he disappeared into Carlos' living area, and into the kitchen. It didn't really take him long, finding the bits and pieces before he assembled a lovely sandwich.

He even got a Carlos some milk as he came back in with the plate of food. "You know, if you wanted to be fed by hand...I think I should have made a smaller sandwich. Ah well, Oh- I should have made a soup. Maybe tomorrow, I can call Daniel and see if he could help." Daniel was a ridiculous good cook, and in turn- his children had both learned to be very respectable in the kitchen. Even if Gael was a bit rusty.

"Come on," He said, sitting down on the bed again and setting the milk to the side. "Tomorrow- soup and grilled cheese. Maybe a bagel sandwich in the morning. Which, don't even think of getting up earlier. I plan to planted here late into the morning, and therefore you must be as well." And if he just pretended everything was normal and fine, it would be. Pretending worked well enough most of the time.

Carlos' eyes widened a bit at the sandwich on the plate - which was certainly more than the meat and bread he was expecting. "You know I might never let you out of here, if you can cook," he said. "Because I can't, really. If I didn't live in the Castle I'd probably starve." The kitchens were certainly an option in a pinch, and Carlos was in that pinch on an almost daily basis. The same values that decreed that a gay son was no longer their son also meant that the boys in the Sanchez family didn't learn to cook.

He raised his brow a bit, though. "Are you going to feed me by hand?" He asked. "Because I didn't manage to wreck my dominant arm. I could probably struggle through." There was still that edge of panic in Gael's eyes, he thought, and he expected there were still dark shadows in his own. He leaned in awkwardly and kissed Gael lightly. "I promise I'm not doing it again," he said softly. "For one, if I'm a Ten they'll make me go run the armory, and then Ty would just get pissed about having to do his own paperwork. For another, I'm less than eager to go through that again."

"You never asked if I could cook." Gael said with a smirk. "I don't grow up with a kitchen staff in the castle. As a result- I had fathers who rather did enjoy cooking and passed that skill on. It was very useful in college." He did, though, hand over the sandwich.

"If your hand is good, love, you can feed yourself." He said, before returned that soft kiss. Well, at least Carlos could promise not to do it again. He couldn't promise someone wouldn't challenge him in the same. But for the moment, he didn't think he wanted to consider it. He just sort of pushed it out of his mind and smiled at his lover.

"Good," he said softly, kissing Carlos again before leaning back so the man could eat. "I would have to with-hold sex as a punishment if you did it again."

"Neither did I," Carlos said dryly, "but men don't cook, you realize. It's not manly." The sardonic tone was enough to tell Gael how Carlos thought about that. "I am therefore very good at takeout, and grilled meat."

He propped himself and picked up one sandwich half one-handed, taking a back. He couldn't quite believe that Gael had fried bacon for him. He'd been expecting ham and cheese slapped between slices of bread. Or peanut butter. Either would have been fine.

He didn't think after today that there were many Sevens and Eights eager to take him on. The fight hadn't gone well. He'd been in the mud on his back, and Cole had been close to being able to take a killing blow when he'd come back to his knees and then his feet and killed the other man. And it would not, he thought, go over well with their royals.

"That might be cruel and unusual," he remarked, after he ate the sandwich half in a few bites and looked back at Gael again. "I do love you, you know."

"You tell me every day," Gael promised, one hand lightly trailing up and down Carlos' good leg as he watched the man eating his sandwich. "But don't think it would get you out of denied sex if you try to get yourself killed again. My...heart can't take another loss like that, you know."

But that aside, Gael eventually reached out and picked up the remote before turning and leaning back against the headboard again. "Now, what shall we watch. I mean, I'm pretty sure there is a match on telly- just it might not be a good match. At least if Chelsea isn't playing it isn't a good match." He teased, smirking a little as he flicked on the TV and started flipping through channels.

Carlos felt a surge of hope, and in a way it hurt almost as much as injuries. Gael cared about him. Perhaps cared about him deeply, but it didn't mean it was love - not even now. "Just making sure you don't forget," he murmured as he settled back against the pillows.

"Barça is playing Valencia," he said. "On Spanish language television, though. So if you actually want to know what the announcers are saying, you'll have to listen to me translate." Of course the announcers were often a moot point, especially the Spanish ones. They didn't exactly hide their various biases. "But if you can survive that, isn't Chelsea playing Arsenal tonight?" That's how you knew it was true love; Carlos had memorized the football schedule of a team he didn't give two shits about generally.

"You memorizing Chelsea's schedule?" He asked, looking at Carlos with a smile before he leaned in a little more and flipped through the channels until he found the Barcelona game. He didn't really like the Spanish commentators. They had this annoying habit of bashing the other teams, and talking none stop about how great their team was.

Wankers, really. Right cunts. Of course, he was probably bias.

"Valencia....is winning. Did you know that?" He asked as he set the remote to the side and leaned into Carlos in a bit of a ginger cuddle. "Of course, you've got a few crackers on your team. Even if they are dramatic divas." All European players were, actually, very dramatic. It was terrible, but true. The change to FIFA's rules did little to change it.

"Right, isn't that romantic of me?" He said with a bit of a grin as Gael snuggled against him, and he wrapped his arm around him once Gael had settled on the right channel.

"They won't be for long," he said lazily. "Messi's been in good form this week." And Valencia didn't have many world-class players to speak of this season. He stroked his hand idly over Gael's side. "It's the Latin temperament which, I believe, you like some of the time, cariño."

Still, as much of a fan as he was, he'd also been dosed with painkillers for both his shoulder and his leg, and even football couldn't keep his attention for long, especially with Gael leaning softly against him like he was. Barça had managed to kill Valencia's lead before Carlos' eyes fell shut and his breath evened out a bit, but not very long before.

He wasn't sure how long he was out, but he woke to a sensation of falling and sliding against mud and grass that had him sitting upright in bed and hissing out a breath of pain when it pulled at his shoulder. Carlos rubbed his face with his good hand before looking over at Gael. "How long was I asleep?"

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"Very, Cheri" Gael purred almost as the tangled his fingers up with Carlos'. "Is that what it is? I thought it was because they were babies." He teased as they watched, and talked. But then Carlos was asleep and using his shoulder as a pillow. It was, to say the least, an odd sensation.

There was something growing inside of him, and he didn't know what to say about it...or do. It wasn't, really, a bad one. He didn't believe it was necessarily bad, at any rate. It had been a shock to his system, the gut wrench pain he hadn't felt since Leon died, when Ollie had told him about the accident. It had been a shock for several reasons, and he'd reasoned that he would have felt the same had Ollie or Sarah been the ones to be hurt. But there was something else, he thought. Something that crept up now that he was watching a match on the telly alone.

He felt....happy. Which was weird, in a way, because not so long ago he'd wanted very much to disappear into nothing. But now, now he was sat there on a bed content, and happy.

Funny how life worked, he thought.

He watched the rest of the game before flipping through the channels until he saw a movie he could settle in and watch. It was almost over by the time Carlos came about, looking up at him.

"Oh, a bit." He said, smirking a little. "Barcelona won, by the way. Feeling a little better?"

"Oh, a bit," Carlos said, raising his brows back at Gael and that smirk. "My shoulder feels worse than my leg." Which felt wrong, really. A sword had gone through his leg, and it certainly ached like hell, but his shoulder throbbed as the pain medicine wore off, and even if he hadn't been told as much by the doctor, he would have had some idea that he shouldn't move that arm.

He shifted the pillow so it was more behind that shoulder and glanced at the screen before glancing back at Gael. "You know, I was told that having television in the bedroom ruined your sex life."

"Oh no, you....don't have to blame the telly for that, right now. We've never had a problem with it before now." He said, shaking his head and smiling a little as he did so.

"But if you feel like sex is lacking, we could order pay per-view porn. And then there would be sex on your telly, just not in your bed. Which, really....I don't know if that would help any." He did turn his head, though, leaning in to catch Carlos' lips in a soft kiss. He smiled against the other man's lips as he slowly pulled away, and gave him a mock critical look.

"Did you wake up horny? I just have to ask," he asked, trying to be much more serious than he was. "I mean, if you did, you have one good hand. You could wank off. I won't look."

"I'm always torn between mocking and enjoying pay per view," Carlos said as he turned his head a little to kiss Gael back. "But it's likely to be more frustrating than anything else right now." The combination of his injuries meant sex was out of the question for at least two weeks. Once his leg healed - well, he could be creative about it then, he supposed.

He tilted his head. "I didn't, actually, but I also don't believe you when you say you won't look, darling. You like to watch - sometimes." Which reminded him of something, and a grin flashed. "Do you know who I saw shadowing the doctor today?"

If Gael's guess was Sebastian Novak, currently about to enter his internship through Cambridge Medical School, then Carlos was going to have to come up with a prize.

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"It would be frustrating, yes. But it is what it is. Even if it is a sad, sad day that I can't have sex with you. Actually...I think you're going to be denied sex this time too. I just," he said, before shaking his head as he flicked off the telly and leaned back against Carlos.

"Oh, I like to watch. And I like to be watched. It is probably terrible, really. That or maybe I should have just been a porn star." He said, smirking before he raised a brow and shook his head. How was he supposed too know who was following a Club doctor around. "Uh, no? I don't really know much of anything going on in this castle until it involves sleeping with you."

"Oh, that was made explicitly clear." By Bas Novak, who'd been assigned the fairly basic task of stitching him up under the sharp eye of the Club doctor. Ty's Spade cousin had looked highly amused when he'd made that comment, too. Apparently, Carlos thought, his days of being circumspect had suddenly been behind him the moment he followed Gael Shaw home. Certainly by the time he fell in love with him. "No sex until the stitches are out, minimum. Ten days."

He might expire, honestly. He glanced over at Gael, though, and there was a glint in his eyes as he settled back against the pillows. "The very, very pretty Sebastian Novak, fresh from his fourth year at Cambridge," he said. "He hit on me."

"....I might not make it." Gael said, sitting up with a sudden realization. He didn't know the last he had gone that long without sex. Why was Carlos just out of punish him? Is this what....sort of dating for like? Giving up sex, willingly, for stupid reasons? Why did people do this to themselves?

"Did he?" Gael asked, blandly as he mulled over his own personal situation. Sex- well, no sex for ten days was just. How, how was he supposed to live like that? That did beg a question, too- was he supposed to be faithful to one partner now? What where they, technically? Gael hadn't, actually, slept with anyone else in a long time, a fact that snuck up on him through a former lover who asked why he only ever seemed to go home to Carlos these days.

He'd asked if they were dating, Gael had just stared at him as if he'd grown a third head before turning to walk off. Were they? How did one go about establishing that they were dating? As kids it was easy, write will you date me on a piece of paper- yes or no. 'Lets go steady- yes or no'. Adults didn't write little notes to pass to each other with stupid 'yes or no' questions on them.

"Sarah told me she'd introduce me a month or so back..." The day after he'd nearly been murdered by his ex. It was probably more than a month back, but who was counting. "Maybe he'd help me...."

It was funny, except not funny at all, Carlos thought. He'd brought up Bas Novak on purpose, and for the reason Gael had quickly discerned - but now he was jealous, the moment Gael talked about Ty's younger cousin helping him out. Maybe if they were both there, he thought, the threesome they'd first talked about before everything went to hell.

But Gael and Bas alone? It made him feel a bit like he was losing his grip on something.

He hadn't dared ask if they were dating; honestly, he hadn't dared ask anyone if they were dating for a few years now. Carlos had very deliberately taken a right turn towards the wilder side of sex when Michel had dumped him and his parents had disowned him. It had included bondage and pain, of course, but also multiple partners and relationships that were open more than they weren't. He hadn't been jealous...since he was sixteen.

He didn't say anything about that, though. Maybe they were dating, maybe he'd admitted he was in love with Gael, but Gael hadn't said the same. He'd said he'd try, but that was different. "We're going to have to be creative," he said. "I mean, I can't fuck you, but we can probably manage something."

He couldn't just skip the subject of Sebastian, though, not when he'd brought him up, and he smiled a little. "Have to make her introduce you soon," he said lightly. "Before he goes back out. He told me he'll be in London the next two years."

Well, this was just not acceptable at all, Gael thought as he turned to look at Carlos with a very serious expression on his face. His eyes darted to the man's shoulder, and his leg as if trying to determine the best way to really accommodate sexual activity without actually going against the doctor's orders. And then there was the whole 'Bas is leaving soon' blah blah blah.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, looking Carlos in the eye before he leaned back against the headboard. "I mean....really trust me?" It was not because he needed Carlos to, really. It was more that he had a plan to satisfy his needs...without, possibly, ruining whatever this was. He still wasn't sure what this was, but they had spoken about Bas before. About a mutual interest....

It might not have been the complete threesome as planned, but it could still be fun, right? Maybe. But only if Carlos' trusted him....and if Bas even agreed. Oh fuck him, when did he become so concerned with what other people were worried about and feeling? Friends, yes, but lovers?

"I hear I put on a good show..."

He could guess where this was going, really. Gael, a show, the fact that Carlos had mentioned Bas Novak? The interesting thing was that Gael wanted to know if he trusted him before he brought it up. Did he? Carlos wondered, tilting his head and looking at Gael for a bit. He loved him, but honestly...he didn't trust Gael to really love him.

But maybe he trusted him enough. He trusted him not to want to wreck what they had now, whatever that was. "Yeah," he said. "I do trust you." He smiled a little. "What kind of show are you going to put on for me?"

"What sort of show do you want? I can do so many, you know. I don't know about him, though. He's a bit of a mystery....And well, you know could decide what happens. On my knees, tied up, fucked senseless- it would all be up to your whim. It would be your show, after all..." Gael murmured, leaning in to steal a kiss from Carlos as he spoke. It wasn't like it would be anything fancy, or even tonight or the next. It would be sometime later in the week, once Carlos was feeling up to moving around a bit more at least.

"You do realize one of my default settings is to please, yes?" He asked, smirking against the other man's lips. "I really can't help myself... I just want to please you, often."

Which just meant that he needed to now plot how to get Bas Novak to go along with this slightly ridiculous plan of his. Ridiculous because not many people enjoyed the idea of sex while explicitly being watched.

Carlos laughed a little. "I'm not that hard to please, darling," he said as he kissed Gael back. He could, he imagined as he slid his good hand down Gael's back, come up with a few creative things. It wouldn't be as fun as being an active participant but, well, that was at least a little his own fault. He'd chosen to go two ranks, with swords.

He leaned back a bit, though, and smirked. "Sebastian isn't that mysterious. He's just a Novak." And therefore excellent at projecting that air of slightly menacing mystery. Carlos was fairly sure that both he and his little sister Lily learned that at their parents' knees. Of course, Carlos remembered Bas as a five year old, so there was that, too. "I'm more than confident that you can convince a twenty-two year old to fuck you, anyway we want."

He gave Gael another soft kiss. "You do please me, you know," he said. "A lot. Spoil me, probably."

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