The Everybody Get In Here Plus Everybody Tags Everybody Meme

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The Everyone Get In Here Plus Everybody Tags Everybody Meme

This is a combo meme of the Everybody Get In Here Meme and some of the Everybody Tags Everybody Memes.

[The Rules]

1. Post with all your accounts. ALL OF THEM. The weirder or more obscure the better!

2. Tag at least 3 to 5 other characters/threads, and more then that if possible. (If there're less then 3 characters in the meme, please tag all of them.) No. Seriously. DO THIS.

3. The characters who have been tagged are strongly encouraged to tag back at least once.

4. Characters are at a party. There is a pool. There is spiked punch. There is karaoke. There is everything your heart desires.

5. HAVING FUN IS OBLIGATORY.

Comments

[stealing_ur_dust]

[He's about to remark that his cigars are his, ergo will have them back anytime he wants and then there's that comment. And while he was never reserved to begin with, being sick just brings all his emotions out in the open.]

Who knows? [he repeats darkly, a panicked edge to his tone.] Find out!

[No one had better have done anything to that hat or there was going to be blood. It was the only thing that he had from his past that he actually wanted. How could Neo let this happen to him? He knew where she was going the next time she got sick. AND he would make sure it was a hospital that didn't serve ice cream. Just sour yogurt and jello.

He's about to open his mouth to say so when a thermometer is inserted into his mouth. He makes an indignant squawk. What is he, some kid?! Even though he acts like one.]

[swordprincess]

[She suppressed a giggle. Really, it was just a hat. Why would anyone do anything with it? Once her giggle passed, she sighed.]

All right...you keep that in your mouth while I check on your hat. I'll return shortly.

[So she left him alone in the room for just a few moments before returning as promised.]

Good news. Your hat is safe with the rest of your belongings and will be returned to you upon your release.

[stealing_ur_dust]

[He visibly relaxes a bit. 'Thank you' is not really a phrase that passes his lips often and he can't say anything anyway with a thermometer in his mouth. Which he hasn't moved or tampered with, since he supposes since she did as he demanded he can cooperate a little. And he should probably find out what's actually wrong with him.

He still wants his cigars.]

[swordprincess]

[Karla then takes the thermometer from his mouth and peered at it, frowning at the reading.]

Looks like it's just over 100. That is not good...

[Setting the thermometer on the tray by the bed, she then picked up a stethoscope. She pressed the end of it lightly on several points of Roman's chest, listening carefully for his heartbeat, nodding.]

Your heartbeat is normal, though, so that's a good sign.

[Setting that instrument down, she then sat on the stool next to the bed, pondering what to do next.]

...What other symptoms are you experiencing?

[stealing_ur_dust]

Well let's see. [He holds up a gloved finger - wait no. They took his gloves too?! He ticked off his symptoms one finger at a time.]

I need to smoke. I'm in an uncomfortable bed with scratchy sheets that I'll bet has a thread count below five hundred. My partner abandoned me - no loyalty. They served me ice cream like some kid - not that I want to eat anything right now. Oh. And I have a fever.

The good news is that I can have cigars and my hat back and return home to rest with an ice pack on my head?

[He raised his eyebrows in a mock hopeful look.]

[swordprincess]

[Karla slowly shakes her head, almost chidingly, although her smile is wide with amusement as he ticks off his symptoms. Other than the fever, those weren't symptoms of illness at all. At the "good news," she even suppresses a giggle.]

You poor thing. What's wrong with ice cream?

[Tsk, tsk, tsk.]

You know cigars aren't good for you. If anything, they'll just make your condition worse. However, I do have an ice pack for you...

[She gets up and fetches an ice pack, returning to his bedside and pressing it lightly on his forehead.]