( picture prompt meme )

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the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.

IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=INSERTNUMBER> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERTNUMBER>

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here comes dumb late char

[3x]

[There's something to be said, regarding the sheer brilliance which remains pristine yet stagnant in the luxury hotel the Zabi regime have claimed for their own. All shining and immaculate, despite the ruins of north Hollywood billowing just a several miles away– the building stands towering above it's in gate gardens and pools. The style of old Los Angeles remains in the desert landscaping, yet trees and palms flourish along the evening guest halls, and glow with low-lit lanterns to accommodate the early time of night.

Char finds himself in one of the larger gardens, near a pond lined by a wide cobble-stone plateau. He remains in his full uniform, but his helmet is set aside, and his visor remains ever diligent in shielding his eyes. Lily pads drift quietly on the glinting surface, unperturbed by the occasional rumble of a battle humming in the distance, or a commercial ship taking off into the atmosphere. He thinks: if he should be anywhere in the universe besides the garden of a high-end hotel, it should be out there in space.

But the Trojan Horse has made other plans, and while they struggle to slide on their bellies all the way to the dank jungles of Jaburo, Char will wait here patiently- alone, besides his wine and his radio- for the opportunity to strike.

Well, no– not entirely alone. Garma Zabi is occupying the resort with him, and possibly his lovely lady friend as well...one Char has been elusive to since meeting up again with his old cadet roommate. It'll be diplomacy and politics from here on out, and more than ever Char itches to take a fleet to the direction of the sluggish Trojan horse, to find the enemy and pinpoint them in his crosshairs.

It's for that reason alone that he's asked for Garma in this time of night, sending one of the hotel staff to invite the Prince to join him in the bleak quiet of the garden. Somewhere, someone has their window open, and is playing an old Maria Callas from before their time. Char has already poured himself a glass and watches the pond with a masked impassiveness. Another glass remains empty, for his friend.]


(gosh, i'm so sorry this took me so long! i'm ready to get this going- and figured this could take place the night before char meets icelina in vol.3! i can edit this to however you'd like, if you'd still like to thread!)