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bakerstreet2016-01-06 10:10 pm
toastysocks) wrote in bakerstreet2016-01-06 10:10 pm
Grab the box of tissues, it's time for
A Soap Opera/Telenovela Tropes Meme
Let's be honest, we play out some pretty crazy things on Bakerstreet, from budding romance to chilling betrayal, surprise twists and stunning plots worthy of any tv drama.
...but what if that drama was a soap opera?
Post your character, their backstory and what their role in this big soap opera is! Are they a high rolling Wall Street hedge fund manager? The charming and demure maid? Maybe your shonen hero is the new pool boy, or your superhero now finds himself a trophy husband to a hotshot lawyer wife who worships Satan! Give us a taste of what your character's soap opera life could be!
Any top-level left blank will be deleted.
1. "But Ramon...it's your baby!" Surprise pregnancies! Keep it, get rid of it, put it up for adoption, but definitely ask for a paternity test, she's also slept with the pool boy. Which brings us to...
2. "Rebecca, how could you?!" Someone caught their lover in flagrante delecto with another! /organ wail How awkward if it turns out-
3. "She's your sister!" Whoops. Incest a go-go.
4. "Your mother gave Caesar up in her grief" And thus, your long-lost sibling/aunt/cousin's brother's nephew's former roommate has come to crash the party.
5. "Speak now or forever hold your peace" Drama on the wedding day! You're a bride left at the altar, your former (and quite possibly long-lost) lover decides your trip down the aisle is a mistake. Maybe this whole marriage is an accident!
6. "I'm sorry, Jacqueline...it's terminal" Someone's going to die. You, your dog, your tenth secret love child, oh the drama. Just remember...
7. "Lupita, you're alive!" Death is only temporary in a soap opera. Maybe you even faked it!
8. "David...don't you remember me?" The amnesia option. You hit your head in a tragic hang-gliding accident
9. "It's a miracle!" Is your character in a coma? Not anymore! Bonus points if you pair it with #5
10. "I love you!" Three little anguished, desperate words, uttered at the worst moment possible.
11. "I have a terrible secret..." The catch-all! Anything else you want to add, go for it, just make it as cheesy and overwrought as you can.
Cordelia Chase | Angel
Luckily, Angel found her.
Angel was a darkly handsome European man with a bad accent and a lot of secrets. His baggage involved his own murder sprees, gypsies, and a doomed love. He and Cordelia teamed up to solve crime together and together, they saved women from cults, brought down crime rings, watched loved ones die, and suffered amnesia more than once. Despite her love for Angel, Cordelia had a baby with his son and their child, Jasmine, instantly turned into an ebony goddess of an adult that everyone in the world began to worship, even as Cordelia herself fell into a coma, unaware that her child was actually totally evil.
(Herein ends the canon but good lord, Joss, get your shit together).
Since waking up, Cordelia has become a fashion icon, famous for nothing other than her good looks and being the girlfriend of a world-famous business tycoon, Pierre Haverhill, who she's set to marry any day now. Of course, Pierre is totally corrupt and having an affair with his secretary, the head of the LAPD, and his Zumba instructor. But that's okay, because any day now, Cordelia's probably going to finally realize her love for any of the other men in her life. Gardener? Riding instructor? That guy who is penning her supposed biography? PIERRE'S TWIN, maybe???]
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assholedoctor? idk if it would actually fit any of the prompts, but...]]no subject
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[He comes by every so often to give her a check-up. It's worth checking up on reflexes and reactions every so often, given how long she was in a coma. Standard battery of tests - rubber hammer on the knee, minor strength tests, and so on - all to the backdrop of his never-ending chatter]
...So there's me, seven... wait, no, twelve martinis down, shirtless on a table singing the Star-Spangled Banner, and in walks the general, and he says... [He clears his throat and puts on a voice] He says God Almighty, this is all wrong. You can't sing that sitting down! And then, I kid you not, he starts rushing around the room making everyone stand up.
Okay, Cordelia, just flex your elbow, right there. Hold it. Good.
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[After all, she hasn't hurt her elbow since that time a Chinese spy who was posing as a supermodel had pushed Cordelia over the edge of her very own yacht! It had been, like everything else she endured, extremely traumatic.
Lucky how that coast guard rescue team had been headed by her long-lost twin brother, though!]
Are you sure that really happened? I think I read that in an Archie digest when I was a kid.
[She might not always believe his stories, but she doesn't mind listening (even if she usually isn't very patient when someone else is the focus of attention). He's nice to her, and it seems like ever-so-long since anyone else was nice to her. Like this morning? Her private barista had put hazelnut syrup in her no-foam, double shot, light on the agave skim latte. Hazelnut! Not vanilla! And her life was just full of these trials, like the universe was totally after her.]
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Try and straighten it. [He pushes against her bent arm]
You just don't believe it because you've never been around me drinking. Things get wild.
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[which is all well and good, really, because there seem to be an awful lot of doctors in her life with evil identical brothers or who put people in comas or who use their medical knowledge to poison anyone who gets in their way...]
Just as well. You'd break too many hearts if you let yourself lose control.
[And she bends her arm.]
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[Muffled, up against her chest] Not that it's not a good view, but that's not straightening your arm, Cordy.
7. "Lupita, you're alive!"
High school. Had it been that long when that moment under the bleachers that had started as a dare and turned into something a bit more. He had tried to track her down once upon a time, but she had disappeared from the face of the planet.
But now she was there in front of him, and he knew that scent anywhere.]
Cordelia Chase.
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[No use pretending she hadn't seen him as he crossed the road over to her--although she does, at least, step into the shadows. No one else needs to recognize her.
Some people would rather think she was still dead.
Cordelia gives a quick, furtive glance around before turning back to him. No smile, no opening for a hug.]
You should have kept driving.
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Strange things happen in this town, after all.]
You're not up for old friends saying hello?
5!
Cuthbert Allgood was reasonably certain that now was that time. He'd agonized for weeks. Ever since reading about the upcoming wedding. He ought to just leave it. He hadn't even seen her since she'd come out of her coma. It had been too long, too much had come between them...
But his heart wouldn't listen to his brain. This wasn't some cheap fling, easily forgotten. This was Cordelia. And she was marrying some other man tomorrow. No. No, he couldn't just sit by and let it happen. He might have nothing left of his family's fortunes, he may have lost his best friend, he may be forced to live in the stables of the man who'd stolen that fortune, but damned if he was going to lose Cordelia.
It was raining when he drove to her place, not even knowing what he was going to say. He still wasn't sure, when he rang the bell, damp and mussed from his sudden rush.
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But Cordelia had told them to all go home earlier than they really needed to. Even her tailor, in the middle of her final dress fitting, had been told to leave and come back tomorrow.
When she opened the Cordelia still wore the gown that she had mostly bought because her future mother-in-law had deemed it "vulgar". Maybe it was, but what was holy or sacred about this upcoming wedding?
The infidelity? The unspoken agreements to look away? The drug money?
Her entire life was spinning out of control, and she couldn't stop it. She had needed to be alone and think. The wedding was a mistake, it would all end in divorce, but she couldn't help herself from longing for how things had been with Pierre, once. For the time she had met him on the roof of the museum, when he had told her he had never seen anything so beautiful as the nape of her neck, and then he had kissed her as the fireworks that signaled a new year had shot above them.
She's stayed by him through the messy divorce from his previous wife, as his identical twin brother had appeared from nowhere and assumed his identity, as he had been kidnapped and held ransom by some French politicians while they were vacationing in Paris. But now, after all the drama and romance, all that was left seemed to be held together by the thinnest of threads.
Cordelia loved the excitement, and the glamour, and the money. But she missed the smell of leather and cigarette smoke and the feeling of being hugged like her ribs might break. She wanted to be thrown into a wall and hear the shatter of frames hit the wall. She wanted laughter and tears and passion. All that was left with Pierre were polite displays of affection when they were together in public.
She missed--
"Bert," Cordelia breathed as she opened the door. The light shone out from behind her into the night, illuminating the white gauze of her dress. "I knew it would be you."