bakerstreet | FaceTime/Video Chat Meme

FaceTime Meme.

Here's how this works. It's really quite simple.

1: Post a comment with your preferences.
2: Tag others.
3: Congratulations, you're now in a video chat.
4: You can even do group video chats!

Handy Dandy (short) RNG Options List! (should you want them)

1: Bad Timing: FaceTime is all well and good, but what if the other person is calling at a bad time. Maybe you're driving? Maybe you're at work? Is it crowded where you are? Or maybe it's just a bad reception area or, even worse, you're just out of the shower and the most you have on is a towel. Whatever the situation, it's just not the best time. Are you going to continue the call anyway? Call them back?

2: Misfire: Whether this is the wrong person, or you hit FaceTime by accident (slip of the fingers when you meant to call the person, or an accidental butt-dial), you just didn't mean to send this person a video chat notification. Or maybe they accidentally sent you one? Whatever the case, what do you do now?

3: Time Zone Differences: Just what it says on the tin. There's time zone differences, and that means there's timing issues to consider. But you've been looking forward to this chat all day. You just hope the other person is ready.

4: Surprise! Video Chat: Honestly, neither of you planned this, but you really have to talk to this person. You need to see them, right away. And you aren't patient enough to wait until you see them face to face. You've gotta talk. Right away.

Or wing it and do whatever you want.

But remember, No FaceTime in public. (Or do. Fuck the police.)

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[ This is an accident. Of all the people in the world, Cable was the last person she wants to Facetime. Even if they both understood what it was like to hop through time and worlds, she knows when someone doesn't want to be bothered.

That's why instead of Gwen's face, it's an upside down view of the person standing behind her at McDonalds. Cable can probably hear her placing her order.

If he calls her name loud enough, she'll hear it. Super hearing. ]

[He's doing some modifications on his gun when he gets the call. A quick look at the screen reveals a name and number he's only seen once, and that's enough to raise an eyebrow from him. Gwen and her people never call Cable and his. It could be serious.

Or it could be an awkward upside down shot of a fat guy wearing an Iron Man shirt. Goddamnit, this world and his life.

It takes Cable a minute to piece together what must have happened. It looks like a fast food place. And it sounds like an accident because Gwen's not saying anything, at least not to him. And he's pretty sure that guy's trying to sneak a peek at her ass if the weird downward glances he's throwing in her (his?) direction mean anything.]

Fuck off, pervert. [This feels weird. Is it weird? Because he definitely feels weird, growling that out in his ~~Thanos~~ grimdark Rob Liefeld voice as Wade's nicknamed it. Whatever the hell that even means.]

[ That's a voice she recognizes and she looks around for a moment for Cable before realizing it came from the phone in her hand. Before she can say anything to him, however, the gross dude in the Iron Man shirt manages to take a step a bit too close to Gwen. Just...really too close. There's room enough around the both of them and Gwen is annoyed that he's doing what he's doing. She has the phone at an angle now where Cable can see the shift in expression on her face.

From average every day teen, to something clearly tapping into her side as Ghost Spider, one elbow shoots backwards. She's holding back some of her spider strength, but its enough to knock the guy briefly out of breath, a tight wheeze in his throat as he doubles over.

Gwen says nothing about this. Instead, she pays for her order, takes her food and heads outside.

Now is about when she turns her attention to Cable. ]

Hi. Sorry. I didn't mean to send a FaceTime request. I must have fumbled my phone. I was just calling dad to let him know I'd be home soon.

[ Dad here being her 'adopted dad' Steve Rogers. You fall into the wrong universe and get stuck, you need people looking out for you. Hence the 'adoption'. ]

Thanks for the heads up about Creepo back there.

I figured.

[Compared to similar misfires he's gotten, this isn't even a blip on the radar. It's innocent and blatantly accidental, two things you can't really call Wade's "accidents." You think he would have stopped "accidentally" sending badly framed SOS alerts of his junk when he didn't get the reaction he thought he would after the first several times, then one came during the middle of a mission and Cable broke his jaw and it must have gotten funny again.

Like he said: this life.]

You could have hit him harder. [It's the dad in him. It's not something you can just shut off, even if it's not his kid.]

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I was very tempted to, believe me. But there were people behind him that had nothing to do with the situation.

[ And she can't even say if she runs into him again, she will. This is New York. She's going to save her spider strength for the people who really deserve it. ]

It's been a while, Cable? How've you been?

[He makes a soft hum. Fair enough.

How does he answer that though? Better question: How does he answer that without dragging the whole fucking mood down? It's not the kind of easy conversation for lunchtime. His hands are still working on the pile of disassembled gun parts as he goes quiet. A soft click rings out as he slots the knob that controls the rifle's pulse blaster back into place with a considering look on his face.]

Better, now that your friends are finally giving us some wiggle room. [To figure things out, to get used to being in an alternate reality, to start doing their jobs again even though they know it's a really bad way to bandage up the real problem which is that they're still no closer to returning to their New York than they were when this shit started. Domino gets it. Wade, on the other hand...] Don't know how long that'll last. But it's a start.

[Since wiggle room in Wade's dictionary usually translates to "let's take as much advantage as possible and piss the entire world off on us."]

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To be fair? They did have a giant purple raisin reject cause some serious problems. It's expected that strangers falling from the sky might be cause for concern.

[ Still, for as much as she loves it here and for as hard as she's falling for the Peter Parker of this universe? Gwen doesn't belong. It's only a matter of time before she either gets home and safe, or the device keeping her atoms from glitching violently, possibly killing her anyway. ]

What's Wade been up to? It's been suspiciously devoid of Deadpool. Did he find a way back and not tell us?

[ This would simultaneously surprise and not surprise her. ]

[He makes another noise, this one more like a disgruntled cough. Another good point, and honestly, he doesn't blame them one iota. Even just one of them on their own, especially Wade, would be reasonable grounds for panic or suspicion, even if they had just strolled down the street instead of falling from a literal space-time tear in the sky. Superhero-landing style, of course. (Or at least two of them had.)]

Isn't that how you got here? [Might be too personal, but Gwen doesn't strike him as the type of person to get easily offended. There's a lot he doesn't know about her though.]

I'd be over the fucking moon if he did. If an idiot like him could find a way, our chances our better than ever.

I got here trying to get to a different dimension to visit a friend.

[ And she's been here for about...threeish years? Almost three years. Two years after half the planet died. And a handful of months after. ]

No clue how it happened, but here I am. Gwen Stacy Rogers, adopted kid of Captain America.

[ And Ghost Spider. She's not mentioning that much. ]

Trying really hard for normalcy until I go home.

[ Taking a moment to eat a few fries, her eyes light up in that excited teenager way when they have what they think is Great News. ]

Oh! I tried out for a dance academy around here. Very prestigious. Very snobby. I got the acceptance letter an hour ago.

That's a mouthful. [Says the guy with four or five middle names.]

You might have better luck at that by not hanging around a bunch of assclowns in capes. [Very broad description, that. But Cable feels like he's seen enough to be qualified to call it like it is. And he feels like it's a fair assessment; there are people he's met back home, who can and are capable of doing objective good for the world, who nonetheless still do things he'd only expect from clowns of the ass. X-Force straddles that line. He knows it, he's trying to keep things together, but it is what it is and even he's not exempt from it.

He connects another wired piece of his gun back to the slowly assembling frame. Another grunt, because why change now?]

I didn't know you could dance. [And without missing a beat, even though he looks like he's paying more attention to his work than the screen,] Congratulations.

FaceTime/Video Chat Meme

cable (deadpool / xmcu)

hope you don't mind?

feels fine to me!

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