Cheer up!: the meme.

[jigglypuffpuff]

The Cheer Up Meme!

Your character is having a bad day (or week, or month, or year, or life). They're in a funk and it's obvious to anyone that comes across them. What's there to do? Why, cheer them up, of course! 

Does your character welcome it? Do they know this strange benefactor trying to make them feel better? Will their efforts work? No matter:

It's time to turn that frown upside down. 

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. For added effect, use their woobie/sadclown/depressed/h+c icons.
→ Congratulations, your character is being cheered up by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around. Please please tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with "methods" of your own. 
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

• 1 — A hug! (You looked like you could use one.)
• 2 — Compliments! (A boost in your self-esteem is a boost for...justice?)
• 3 — Food! (I'll go get the cheesecake.)
• 4 — Joke! (Haven't you heard of the healing power of laughter?)
• 5 — Adventure! (Get your shoes and jacket, we're getting out of here.)
• 6 — Puppies/kitties/foxes/bunnies/etc.! (Because who can turn down an animal?)
• 7 — Drinks! (Nothing like a beer to wash down that sorrow.)
• 8 — Games! (Shut up and jump rope.)
• 9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.) 

 

Comments

[mustbealiens]

[It's not an--

Okay, Mulder can see that this is not heading anywhere that's going to be good for his reputation. Or his ego. He deflates, giving up the topic, and follows her back to reclaim his end of the couch. His Chinese food is getting cold, anyway.]

Et voila.

[One glass for her and one for him.] Hey Scully, did you bring a corkscrew?

[notaliens]

[ From the pocket of her jacket she produces a corkscrew, still in its small box. Of course had planned for the likely event that he didn't have one. ]

You want to do the honors, or shall I?

[mustbealiens]

[Considering the wine glasses, he might have a corkscrew now, but he hasn't gotten around to going through all the kitchen drawers.

He's not surprised she brought her own, though. She must've been a Girl Scout, that is, if the Girl Scouts did that "always prepared" thing--

He hands over the wine bottle, lips pressing flat to hide his grin at the image of her selling cookies.]

I always break the cork. There's got to be a trick to it.

[notaliens]

[ Since she can't read minds, her look of mock exasperation is directed at his inability to open wine. She takes the bottle and the corkscrew, and begins to remove the cork once she uncaps the bottle. ]

The trick, so to speak, is the get it just in center. Tadaa.

[ The bottle is uncorked, and she even takes it open herself to pour them each a modest glass. ]

[mustbealiens]

See, this is why I left it up to you.

[He picks up the nearer glass, swirling the wine in silence for a long moment.]

[notaliens]

[ She takes up the other glass, and essentially mirrors his actions without realizing it. She stares into the wine thoughtfully, and speaks again without looking up. ]

Mulder, we'll find it. The truth, something they can't deny or hide. We won't be stuck on meaningless busywork forever.

[ She takes a sip from her glass, and finally glances at him over it. Yes, she called their work on the X-Files meaningful, and yes she admitted that what they're on now is bullshit, in her own way. She even manages another smile. ]

I just wanted to say that before... What was it? The Horror from the Cosmos? Before it becomes too engrossing.

[mustbealiens]

Watch out, Scully, you're starting to sound like me.

[--and it's a relief; because sometimes he starts to wonder. If they're on the right track at all. If their work is the cosmic equivalent of a lab rat banging on the cage bars...

But if Scully's convinced, then even when he doubts himself, he can trust her.

He raises his glass and smiles at her.]

To the truth.

[notaliens]

[ That's not always such a bad thing. Well, in most circumstances, she supposes. And instead of giving a quip, she raises her own glass, with an almost sheepish grin. ]

The truth.

[mustbealiens]

[His smile softens, and he takes a gulp of wine to paper over the moment.]

Hey, this is good stuff. -- Have you eaten?

[He leaned forward, popping open the takeout container.] And if not, how do you feel about sesame chicken?

[notaliens]

Tempting.

[ She raises her eyebrows, glancing into the container. It actually is a little tempting, but even after another sip of wine, her willpower is stronger. ]

But no, Mulder. You go ahead.