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bakerstreet2014-03-15 12:24 pm
criminy) wrote in bakerstreet2014-03-15 12:24 pm
The Tag Someone New Meme
| How It Works |
| Sometimes, memes can be awkward. There's always that feeling that, if you don't know the person behind the curtain, you'll be intruding somehow. Don't worry. We've all been there. Still, it's nice to have that little reassurance that hey, it's cool. We're all in this together and we just want to play. That's where this meme comes in! The point here is to play with someone you've never played with before, OR play with a character/canon you're unfamiliar with. The prompts provided include mundane activities, chance meetings, platonic fluff, romance/smut, fighting, and crack. This is pretty much the granddaddy of meme variety, so there should be something for just about everyone. INSTRUCTIONS - Comment with you character(s). In the subject field, put all the info that's relevant + any preferences. - Reply to others. Remember, the goal is to play with new people! - The initial set of prompts is in this post. The subsequent sets are linked GoogleDocs. - Use the RNG to get your prompts. - Have fun! |
| 1. The story starts when... |
| These prompts are all-purpose. 1. The story starts when your character tells the truth. 2. The story starts when your character hitchhikes. 3. The story starts when your character tries to pick up a reward. 4. The story starts when your character misses his/her train. 5. The story starts when your character tells a secret. 6. The story starts when your character tries to stop a robbery. 7. The story starts when your character agrees to a dare. 8. The story starts when your character answers a newspaper ad. 9. The story starts when your character tries to cover something up. 10. The story starts when your character recognizes someone who doesn't want to be recognized. 11. The story starts when your character moves into a new home. 12. The story starts when your character is reunited with an old friend. 13. The story starts when your character tries to help a lost child. 14. The story starts when your character decides s/he wants revenge. 15. The story starts when your character accepts a new job. 16. The story starts when your character goes to the hospital for help. 17. The story starts when your character bluffs through something. 18. The story starts when your character finds the car won't start. 19. The story starts when your character inherits an object. 20. The story starts when your character walks out on a partner. 21. The story starts when your character wakes up in the wrong bed. 22. The story starts when your character goes on a blind date. |
| 2. Fluff |
| These prompts are all platonic and fluffy. |
| 3. Romance/Smut |
| These prompts are romance and smut-related. |
| 4. Fighting |
| These prompts have to do with fightan'. |
| 5. Crack |
| These prompts are cracky and include things like animal parts and genderswap. |
Get the code for this meme [here]. |
FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS IT:
Charles Xavier | XMFC | OTA
I'd like some gen with Prof X. How about 21? Explanations, we don't need no stinkin' explanations.;)
She sits up slowly, taking in her surroundings. It's a room not like anything she's ever seen. A lot more metal, for one thing, and it's shiny. Everything is cleaner than seems possible. Some furniture is familiar, the bed itself, a chest of drawers, shelves, but other things...she frowns, wondering what the strange thing on the table next to the bed is.
As soon as she's awake, so is her mabari, just as alert and wary as she is. He jumps off the bed, standing on a small rug in the middle of the room and sniffing, trying to identify unfamiliar scents.
Hawke gets up. She's still in her usual clothes, including leather armor (she sleeps in it; she has to, she's been surprised in the night more than once, and it's not so uncomfortable, though thank the Maker she doesn't wear chain or plate mail), and the leather straps with her daggers and their sheaths was next to her, just as it was when she went to sleep. None of the rest of her gear is here, not that there was much of importance.
Teo, the mabari, whimpers softly. She keeps her voice low as she responds.]
I don't know either, boy. The Fade, maybe?
[Not that this matches any Fade-stories she's ever heard of. Carefully, she walks across the room and opens the door, to see an empty hallway. A large hallway. Hawke once owned an estate herself, but she immediately suspects this place makes hers look like a shack.]
Let's see what we can find, hmm?
[She walks down the hallway in search of...well, anything and anyone, really. Teo pads alongside her]
[ooc: Can switch to prose if you prefer, good with either. A talk about persecution of people with unusual abilities might be very interesting if we can get to it]
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[Charles sits by the fireplace, reading Vergil's Georgics in translation--translated by a man he'd known at Bard with no other talent than finding ingenious ways to cheat on tests. Charles has read these poems many times before, both in translation and in the original Latin, and he isn't surprised to find this attempt rife with unforgivable errors. Still, reading is preferable to staring his insomnia in the face and admitting that it is, in fact, there and not going away any time soon.
It's almost a relief when he is jolted from glaring at a poorly rendered subjunctive by... something. A presence. The telepathic equivalent of a sound in the night that he may or may not have imagined. He puts a finger to his temple and focuses. Yes. definitely a presence separate from the various slumbering minds which belong in his school.
Calmly, he sets aside his book and turns his wheels, one forward and one back so that he's facing in the opposite direction, and moves into the hallway. When he was a boy, he would've brought his bat (the one he never used for its intended purpose, much to the disappointment of his stepfather) along with him. Now, he has a much more powerful weapon.
He makes his way toward the presence, trying to delve deeper into its thoughts. There is something... different about its mind, almost like trying to tune a station that isn't quite in range. He's only getting bits and pieces, but he can tell two things for sure: this presence is a person, and the person is lost.
He stops where his hall meets the one in which he can sense the presence and waits until she crosses in front of him.]
Hello. Welcome to my school.
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School?
[It's a friendly greeting, anyway. Hawke tilts her head, curious about the moving-chair-thing. She hasn't seen something like that before, though she imagines it's useful if someone can't walk. Comforting, too; if she's on unfamiliar ground in an impossible situation, at least she has the physical advantage. For now.]
I went to sleep in a forest, I wake up in a school. Do you find all your students like this? Because that's a good trick.
[She doesn't sound as afraid as one might expect, for someone who's just appeared out of nowhere. Her eyes dart around, clearly taking in details and analyzing them; there's an intelligent, tactical mind there, for all that she's dressed like a medieval fighter.]
Asking permission first might've been good, though. Where in the Void am I?
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I assure you, bringing suitable students here does take a little more effort on my part, and certainly includes asking permission. Wherever you were before, you're currently in Westchester, New York, although...
[He touches his temple, a casual enough gesture which allows him to focus.]
I get the feeling that answer may not carry any meaning for you.
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[Hawke's eyes narrow at the response.]
Not a thing. I was assuming I was in the the Fade. [She looks around] Except it's not surreal enough for that. Also, not enough demons, unless you're very cunningly disguised.
[She spots a wary glance towards her dog. In fairness, Hawke's dog makes a lot of people nervous. He's a warhound, and large, standing chest-high to Hawke, who is not a short woman. He's built for battle, and looks it. But he's calm enough, standing by her side without being threatening, and there's unusual intelligence in his eyes. Hawke rests a hand on his head as she takes in Charles' tension.]
Don't worry, he won't bite. Watch out for his sense of humor, though.
[Translation: he won't bite unless he or his partner are threatened, and he's smarter than he looks.]
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Stranded after a mission, he had to get back, but he was stuck in the deserts of California, trudging along the road at high noon. When he hears the rumble of a car, he stops, turning and sticking his thumb out. Vehicles were sparse on this route, and he was fully prepared for them to just drive straight past...]
Adam Archer | Gødland
(the story starts when your character finds the car won't start)
Or well, it would if it wasn't currently acting up. ]
Ugh, come on! [ She tries to start the ignition, but it keeps stalling whenever she turns the key. In frustration, she slams a fist against her dashboard, cringing immediately at the pain before letting out an aggravated sigh. ] Work!
I am absolutely canon blind but gosh she has a cute design.
And sometimes, people who can fly cause problems with their other powers. Such as, whilst deflecting an alien missile (way up in the atmosphere beyond sight and sound) releasing an electronic burst that could as a side effect, for a random example, short out a start motor. Although not the best at dealing with responsibility, the fact that a young girl was very visibly distressed when he came back down had him decide to give less galactic do-goodery a go.
Returned to his human appearance and dressed as conservatively (boring and sensible in other words, he tried to do the most daring thing of breaching embargo on talking between strangers. Stepping up to the car, Adam had a small attempt at a smile. Very forced. Smiling didn't come natural to him.]
Uh, hey there... Car trouble? [Starting with a big, stupid question with an obvious answer was the best option, surely.]
don't let her cuteness fool you! she's actually (long pause) /really/ cute.
No. I'm sitting here cause I thought it'd be a nice place to have a picnic.
[ There isn't an ounce of feeling bad for being so snappy, but what is she gonna do without a car? How would she prove to the Misfits that she's a Misfit without one! Her hands flex instinctively on the steering wheel for a moment before she actually addresses him like he isn't just someone making her day even worse. ]
You know anything about cars? Or how to fix them?
Just as I suspected.
He gives her a mild shrug, forgetting his smile. Didn't suit him anyway.]
I know a bit about cars... And I know a lot about rocket science and you know what they say about that.
[His idea of a joke, which he immediately regretted. Then again, Adam is one of those guys who regrets almost everything he does.
As an astronaut, he's had to learn a whole lot about engineering and he knows more about cars than he's let on. A father with a serious desire to instil masculinity into his son made sure he was taught more than a little about them... Even when he did not want to.]
i'm actually just as canon blind, but adam just seems like the perfect poor soul to come across her
[ Her demeanor does a complete 180 when she pulls up and leans over the side of her car door, nearly standing up as she does so. ]
I've got this really big... project I gotta do and I can't do it without a car. My entire reputation depends on it!
[ This guy suddenly seems like her savior compared to how she treated him a minute ago, but she's young and desperate to be a part of her favorite band. Of course she's going to change her turn when she has a chance to prove herself worthy! ]
A hapless dope who tries to do the right thing but blows it?
yes, precisely
THEN YOU'RE IN LUCK
IT'S LIKE I'M ON WHEEL OF FORTUNE
Except instead of winning a car, you lose one.
at least adam's attempt at being chuck wooley is adorable, that's what matters most
On a side note, I watched a Clash heavy episode of Jem and... WOW SO 80s.
it is basically just one giant time capsule for the 80's lmao there really is nothing else like it
I'm just watching it like 'why did we ever stop dressing like this?'
SERIOUSLY http://www.pranceatron.com/jem/cartoonwardrobe.htm so many of these could even work today
Well, that's a fascinating website. Why on Earth did animal print go out of style?
i frequently ponder this as well, same with the color combinations!
It's like fashion ran out of crayons.
it's so true tho, monochrome is cool and all but you gotta have some alternatives too
I'm a big fan of psychedelic colours. Probably half the reason I like Gødland.
yeah oh man, anything that's basically a world with colors that suda51 could have created is my jam
Our tastes match pretty well then! That reminds me I need to play Killer is Dead. Weird is my blood.
have you played killer7? it's my faaaavorite game of his, you would probably really enjoy it!
I borrowed it from a friend but I was so dreadful at it I never got anywhere, sadly.
i feel you, it's an insanely hard game but the story and world itself is awesome
I did fall in love with the character designs before I ragequit.
the carnival level is so visually stunning too but it's a lot later in the game :'(
Ah well. I might watch an LP for kicks.
yesss i completely recommend it!! it's pretty cinematic as it is so just think of it as a movie!
Mia Fey \\ Ace Attorney Series
crack... bad use of something that resembles pick up line?
When you fell from heaven and into your little sister's body because your fool of a protégé can't foolishly fight his own foolish battles?
omg perfect
Do you happen to know the story of the Magic Feather?
pls say that again while her father is in the vicinity
[ Franziska has had enough flying-related cases to last a franchise. And don't get her started about your foolish American circuses. ]
Because it doesn't matter how foolishly disproportionate his ears are either, flying is imposssible and won't help him one bit.
omfg
But he did fly, didn't he? There are many similar stories throughout the ages. But in the end, it isn't the feather that holds the magic. You say that Phoenix Wright couldn't win his own battles without my help, but I believe he does have that power. You could say that I am simply his "Magic Feather" that allows him to believe, as well.
Just like you and that whip, for example.
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Moira MacTaggert | Marvel Comics
Sam Axe || Burn Notice || OTA
1.16 (sort of)
Likely as not, he's going to wind up getting himself killed this way. But he can't see how sticking around to let his captors discover he's not who they think he is would end any better for him. And if he's honest, he doubts whether he'll get another chance.
There's a moment when a car door is left unlocked, a guard's back turned while they've stopped at a gas station somewhere in a city that Haru doesn't know in a country that isn't his own. Probably they'd thought he was too cowed or too scared to run. Once he'd found himself on their plane, black bag over his head and heart pounding in his chest, he'd stopped struggling and started thinking hard about what he would do.
And once they've landed and let him see again, whisking him away into this car, he's decided that he's got to do whatever he can to get away. He's kept his eyes out for some sort of official looking building or sign on the street--a hospital that they passed a mile or two back is his best shot; it will have to do. When he spots his chance he bolts.
He's sure they must be right behind him, but he's in good shape and he has stamina. Maybe he'd have had a chance...except that he rounds a corner and barrels right into the chest of a man in a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, a man with a rather impressive chin.
Somehow, he doesn't send them both tumbling into a heap, but he's lost his momentum. He turns wide eyes behind him, scanning for his pursuers--he can see them, and they're making up the distance. If he just tries to run again they're sure to catch him now. It makes this stranger his only desperate chance. "Help me, please!"
[[OOC: I've been sitting here trying to think of someone to tag Sam with and none of my active characters seem like a very good match, so I'm taking some liberties with Haru to get him into something like Burn Notice verse. Hope this works, but please let me know if anything needs changing!]]
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"Who the heck ARE you running from, kid?"
[OOC: and sorry this is late!]
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"Took me from home. Think they will kill me. Don't know who." Between how out of breath he is and his accent, it's not the clearest explanation, but hopefully it's enough to get his point across. He looks back down the sidewalk for signs of his pursuers. "There!" he points to a man in black shoving his way past a family on the street, running towards them but still a little more than a block away.
Actually, he's so focused on the pursuit and so panicked that he only belatedly realizes that the man he's turned to for help has a gun in his hand and not a cell phone. He's really not sure if he thinks that makes him feel any better.
[[OOC: No problem!]]
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The panic alone tells Sam everything he needs to know about the situation - the kid's in trouble, and whoever took him's in pursuit. His minds snaps into action and kludges together a plan.
When Haru shouts that bit of information, Sam springs into instinctual action - one that will keep the rest of the pedestrians around them safe; he kicks over a trashcan and yanks over an outdoor display table filled with teeshirts being hawked by a nearby shop, then pulls Haru by the collar down one of those narrow alleys.
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Mack Gerhardt | The Unit | OTA