the wrong recipient meme

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The Wrong Recipient Meme





Oops. It happens to all of us. In a hurry, kind of drunk, too tired – for whatever reason, you've sent a text to the wrong recipient and it's up to you to do damage control.




¤ Post with your character. Name, canon and any preferences in the subject line.
¤ Others choose one of the options below and reply to your character with a text message that wasn't intended for them.
¤ Communication or miscommunication ensues?
¤ Profit!




1. talk dirty | "baby, you were such a stud yesterday"
Texting is a great way to make your partner spend the rest of their meeting thinking about exactly how steamy action was last night... Unless you sent it to the wrong number, of course. How to explain that one?

2. those dates | "Don't forget lunch at 2! :-)"
Easiest way to arrange meetings, confirming them or just saying thanks for a good time is by cell. Even easier? To screw it up when the invitation reaches the wrong person... Or perhaps your mishap lands you an entirely new date!

3. anger management | "OMFG, you really are an asshole!"
They’ve pissed you off royally, so someone deserves a piece of your mind. Poor recipient, having to put up with a dressing-down of that magnitude. Especially if it wasn't actually intended for them.

4. my condolences | "Jane, I'm so sorry about your aunt."
Someone lost a relative, got broken up with or didn't get the grades they'd hoped for, so you quickly text them your heartfelt sympathy. Let's just hope that the recipient actually has lost their aunt...

5. well done | "I heard about it from my mom. You go, girl!"
They aced their exams, just got published or they had a baby. Something definitely deserving of your congratulations. Hopefully the one receiving it will appreciate the recognition of something they probably didn't do.

6. auto correct | "Dad says we're having pussy tonight."
A completely ordinary message. The concert was amazing, you're running late... Autocorrect just happened to change one little word into something completely different. Something that’s even more difficult to decipher for the wrong recipient.

7. wildcard | "ok"
Want another scenario, something combined or something completely different? Knock yourself out!

Comments

[championy]

[Except a shoe stealing demon...maybe.]

They're gone. [He says, pouting a little as he moves back indoors.]

[msattentionspan]

They're not gone, Angel - you just haven't found them. [She sighs and starts looking under things. She'll check the couch, the chairs, behind the table, over in the corner. There aren't a lot of places to look, but she's good at finding things.]

[championy]

[Angel follows behind her, staying close like a shadow.] I don't misplace things. I'm a neat monster man.

[msattentionspan]

Yeah, maybe your weapons cabinet. Apparently footwear is a different story. [Still looking.]

[championy]

Footwear isn't important. Cataloging ancient swords, axes and other weaponry is.

[msattentionspan]

[She stops her search and turns around to face him. Skepticism on her features.]

And you're stuck indoors because... why? Oh, right... because you only own one pair of shoes and can't find them.

[championy]

[Scowling at you, Faith.]

I'm stuck indoors because unlike you I prefer not to Anglicize with every Tom, Dick and Harry. [What does that expression even mean?]

[msattentionspan]

Huh? [That went right over hear head.]

If you're not gonna help look, then just park it over there. I don't need you looming over me. [She gestures around the air for the word looming. It's a universal sign, unlike whatever word just confused her.]

[championy]

I'm not looming. I'm observing. [He's looming.]

[msattentionspan]

[She stops short, putting her arm up behind her a bit, just blocking him.]

I'm serious. [Prison taught her to appreciate her personal space and she's not shy on shoving if he keeps it up.]

[championy]

I understand. [He stops and frowns, but as soon as she starts moving again he'll follow her like the lost little vampire-puppy he is.]

[msattentionspan]

[She bends over and picks up the corner of a chair and finds ONE shoe. Which is even more random than just finding his shoes together.]

... I don't even want to know why they're not together. Were you sleep-walking or something? Taking Ambien?

[championy]

I don't remember.

[msattentionspan]

Here, take this one and shed the billion socks you got on there. [She tosses him the shoe and keeps looking for the other one.]

[championy]

[He does as she says, but this time when he trails after her, he's a lot more sloppy about it, thanks to his lack of having a left shoe.]

[msattentionspan]

[She'll just tune that uneven step from her hearing as she moves through the place and over toward that perfectly in order weapons chest. Yes, that's super important over ... shoes.

More walking around and there's a table that seems off-kilter. She'll lean over and rest her forehead to the wall to look behind it and .. yep. Shoe.

Stretching for the "missing" shoe, she retrieves it and turns around grinning. So. Very. Smug.]

Found it.

[championy]

[Angel doesn't approve of her smugness, but he'll gratefully take the shoe and place it back on his foot before hints of a smile play on his lips.

If he actually hugged anybody then this would totally be a hugging moment.]

Thank you.

[msattentionspan]

No problem. [and she's headed toward the door.]

Let's go.

[championy]

[Not before he catches hold of her arm despite knowing she's not fond of being man handled.]

Where?

[msattentionspan]

Uh... [She gives him a look, then looks to the arm, then back to him.]

...buying you shoes?

[championy]

Oh. [He's letting go.]

Um, alright then, I guess.

[msattentionspan]

You can't survive with just one pair of shoes. [As proven by the sock debacle of... today.]

[championy]

Let's go.

[msattentionspan]

[They take off to the mall. Faith hates the mall, but she's pretty sure that Angel hates it more.]