The Other Wordly Meme

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The Other-Wordly Meme

Words are magical things; they can have so many lovely connotations and varied histories.
Words have family trees just like people. They are linked to each other.
Some words are full of flavor and color and describe things you never suspected there were words for.
Words are why we're here.

The meme is simple: post a comment with your muse's name and canon in the subject line.
List any preferences you may have ("No Shipping," "No Smut," etc.), if you decide to leave the next step up to responders.
Responders (or original posters, if they so decide), go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times, if you like. Mix and match. Have fun with it!
Don't stop with a word, though! Words can often have etymologies that are at odds with their current meanings. Words can shift connotations over time. Let your imagination carry you with the words as its wind.

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[hisusername]

[afieldsmedal]

[ ooc | oh noooo - i cannot see the image. what was it? ]

[hisusername]

[ooc: I can't even remember! Here's a new one!]

[afieldsmedal]

[ they have approximately fifteen pillows, two comforters, six sheets, and seventeen bottles of nail polish between the two of them. they also have six girlish rom-com's and two fast paced action flick to watch while their lacquered hands and feet dried, and a slew of snacks to pick at if they grew peckish.

they giggle through the films, though, and talk with their mouths full, and they're not really cute - it's sleepover etiquette, though. movies they don't pay attention to, manicures and pedicures they don't really care about messing up, junk food, and staying up late. it's the early hours of the morning when the two of them tire of background noise and turn off the entertainment center. the nest of bedclothes they made on the floor of the martin family room is warm where they had bedded down, and comfortable and close. they take turns brushing their teeth in the small bathroom just off the kitchen, and when lydia returns, she sucks on her teeth - hesitates before laying back down, and shifts her weight between her bare feet on the plush living room carpet. ]

Hey, Allison?

[ it's their first sleepover in a while. months, maybe. their first sleepover since mrs. argent had died, their first sleepover since jackson's "death"(s), and all the supernatural happenings in between. it's early summer, so it's the season for sleepovers, and throwing one had been long overdue. but at the same time, there were some newly developed habits that did not bode well for slumber parties. ]

If I start -...kicking and screaming, or anything in my sleep... Wake me up, okay?

[hisusername]

[A fun, girlish sleepover had been exactly what Allison had needed. She'd been taking a lot of time on her own since her mother's death, really focusing on Allison. She and her father had a lot to work through, and with them moving from their house into a new, smaller apartment, there hadn't been too much time for socializing- plus, most people she was friends with here? wanted nothing to do with her.

Lydia was different.

She'd been enjoying the evening, devouring ice cream and chips, laughing and just being a teenage girl for once. It was everything she needed.

After brushing her teeth, she'd come to settle back into the nest, and was looking at the back of a DVD cover when Lydia reappears. Frowning, she sets down the case and looks up at her friend.] Yeah. Sure, anything.

What's wrong?