Text Meme

[memes4all]

That's it. Just text.

We have the TFLN, the misfired texts and the sexting, but what about just texts?

You want to text that person, for whatever reason. Because you need to ask something, because you forgot to tell them something, because you miss them. Because you are in danger, because you need to know where they are or simply because you want to share this fact or story that's hilarious and can't wait another minute to be shared.

Serious, romantic, scary, funny, you pick the reason. Just text!


The Rules:

1; Comment with your character's name and series on the subject line.

2; Other characters will reply to yours by sending them a text.

3; It can be anything, you decide! Group texts are also possible!

4; Profit!

Comments

[everything4him]

Oooh. I like that. We could send him after Ben, maybe. Or, idk. Out to the front. Call it a promotion...?

[taught_me_everything]

We should definitely send him out to the front. It'll get him away from you.

[everything4him]

I like this plan. He's bothering me. A lot. [Because that isn't obvious.]

[taught_me_everything]

Do I even want to know how? Other than with his existence.

[everything4him]

Insubordination. I mean, not to my face, or I'd have him in the brig. In the gym. He didn't know I was there. [And he's cranky about that, too. Fine. He's the President. But he needs to train and Miles sucks at sparring, and everyone else is afraid to hit him.]

[taught_me_everything]

You could've asked me.

[He's not afraid of sparring with you. But he was probably off doing something Miles had decided he needed to do.]

[everything4him]

To what? Kill him? [He wasn't thinking about the sparring so much, not aware it was probably that obvious that he couldn't get a reasonable fight out of anyone, which fucked up his own training.]

[taught_me_everything]

There is that. However, I was meaning the gym.

[everything4him]

...Oh. Well, that would've been a lot more fun, but probably not stopped Tom's apparent opinions about my fitness for leadership. Though if I could get HIM in the ring, he might sing a different tune. [He knows, after all, how Tom likes to think of himself as a boxer. Bass knows he's better. It's possible Tom needs reminding of that fact.]

[taught_me_everything]

Maybe that's what you should do instead.

[There's a smirk there that Bass can't see]

[everything4him]

He can't really turn me down if I ask, can he? Beating him to a bloody pulp might be even more satisfying... [It pretty much shut up anyone who made comments when they were in the Marines. Then again, after most people went to war with him and Miles, they didn't really care what they did to get off--there was no doubt they were amazing in battle and had their squad's backs. That was all that really mattered to real warriors, not wannabes with things to prove like Tom.]

[taught_me_everything]

No, sir, he can't turn you down if you ask him to join you in the gym. Then you can do whatever in the hell you want and no one can say a word. Not even General Matheson.

[everything4him]

Ha! You're brilliant and I could kiss you right now. Come cheer me on?

[taught_me_everything]

Don't tease a man about kissing him, sir. As for cheering you on, I'll gladly show up.

[everything4him]

Relax - it's just an expression. Your honor is safe. But I would appreciate the support. In fact, I think I'll go issue the challenge, now. [So what if the man probably just finished cleaning up. Is it petty? Sure. Does Bass care? Nope.]

[taught_me_everything]

​Should I have reason to worry about my honor?

[Even as he asks he makes his way toward the gym]

You do that and I'll be waiting.​

[everything4him]

I don't know. I'm not really overly familiar with your principles.

[Bass is, too, with his stupid guards (not that they're stupid, but that he has to have them) trailing, even as he sends another to find Tom - pretty much a deliberate insult "come spar with the President" that will be made to look like an honor - you're good enough he's willing to spar with you.

Playing politics is something Bass does well, actually, when not completely unhinged.]

On my way down.

[taught_me_everything]

Just other things, sir.

[He may or may not be teasing. With Jeremy there's really no telling what he's talking about.]

Not going anywhere.

[He was going to see this thing all the way through]

[everything4him]

What other things?

[And that isn't via text, but once Bass is down there and finds him. He's pleased word apparently spread fast, and looks it, earlier upset replaced by amusement and the clear expectation of payback.

There's a flicker of paranoia, for a second, that shows when he leans in to murmur a question he doesn't want anyone else to hear, but. Jeremy's been with them since before all this started, since they were just Bass and Miles trying to decide what to do, like everyone else.]

Do you think they're rooting for me or him? [The militia seems to be loyal, to believe in him, but that Tom would say anything and not expect someone to step up, defend their leaders...makes him nervous.]

[taught_me_everything]

Maybe that'll come out later.

[Jeremy gives him a smile before canting his head a bit and then that face turns serious, voice a low whisper so that only Bass can hear.]

They'd be stupid not to root for you, sir. Besides, they'll root for you because they know you're the superior fighter. They won't root for Tom.

[everything4him]

Now who's teasing? [Bass gives him a fleeting smile, trying to let the paranoia go and nods a bit.]

Damn right I am.

[He shifts, turning to fix Tom with one of his chillingly charming smiles, the one that seems perfectly pleasant, but has an edge to it known to make underlings a little nervous about delivering news that might not make him happy. He moves away from Jeremy to greet the other man, that tiny bit of a manic edge creeping in that shows he's excited.

Then he's back to Jeremy to get ready to fight, stripping off his shirt and reaching for the tape to wrap his hands.]

He's got no idea why he's here...