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【the ❝BACCANO CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/whatever tickles your fancy!
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
♛ some of my favorite memes: Soulmate Fuckup, Random Scenario, Highschool AU (romantic or otherwise), TFLN, The floor is lava, Stuck in the Rain, Minor Injury, Sweet Dreams, Pillow Fort, Not Just a Robot, Pokemon AU, Hogwarts AU (just about any canon au), Stuck Together.

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[ u know who

alternatively claudia but I should clearly get farther along in the novels first ]

[ hey chane so you're at your secret apartment getaway and while there isn't a sound when claire enters because it's claire (felix, now, but chane is allowed to use the name of his ~soul~) but it isn't like trying to knife him is much of an issue with claire. so when he speaks up he'll be completely unbothered if you whirl from the window to try to stab him. ]

Are you free today? I thought we might have dinner! I got a recommendation from a friend...

[ c: c: c: ]

[ claire have you considered: the door, maybe knocking on it. whirling around prepared to stab him is really the reasonable?? response?? here???

but she doesn't stab him. she doesn't completely lower the knife, either, but she does by a few inches. wait, what did he ask? dinner? ~~he has friends?~~

she doesn't respond (weLL NOT THAT SHE CAN VERBALLY), but does let the knife drop to her side. it's not a no? ]

[ being that claire is well-versed in chane's body movements and can apparently read even her eye emotions and words, he simply smiles cheerfully at her as she lets the knife drop to her side. not attacking him = complete agreement to his plans! ]

You're excited for a night out, too? Don't worry, your friends shouldn't need you for the evening. And if they do, they know where we're going.

[ like sure jacuzzi and co can probably find trouble in like. no time flat. but until that point they can have a nice dinner and then go rescue the troublemakers claire guesses!!! ]

[ a lack of disagreement doesn't equal complete agreement!! that said, she guesses she's going to dinner with claire now, that's a thing that's occurring and she can't think of a reason to say no... probably because she's still not sure how to process the idea of someone taking her to dinner?

she puts away the knife. picks up a pad of paper and a pen, pauses for a moment, then writes out a question: ] Where are we going?

[ shouldn't they maybe be concerned about the police in the sense of "if we just go walking around what if the police get suspicious". they're not exactly good, upstanding citizens here. she doesn't want to have to stab a cop. mostly because it could get jacuzzi&co in trouble, not because she has any serious qualms about stabbing someone if she needs to. ]

[ how can we work pokemon go into a robbery ]

[ it's 2016 and while miria and isaac have given up their ~*~life of crime~*~ in order to reform themselves, sometimes...sometimes thievery is the only option! specifically, they are stealing away the "source of firo's unhappiness"!

yeah, they're definitely stealing all his decorative glasses that make him look older. for some reason? because this will make him happier. maybe? also some of his hats. one of which miria is wearing as she holds her phone balancing on one foot in the doorway to firo's room leaning in and then. leaning back out.

she frowns. ]

Isaac! I can't find the Magikarp!

[ yeah no they got distracted in their robbery like. two seconds in. ]

Edited 2016-08-08 06:24 (UTC)

[ the glasses make him look older. being old makes people unhappy. this is perfectly logical. same with the hats, also they could always use more hats.

isaac has donned a pair of firo's decorative glasses and a stylish hat and is just. walking around trying to hatch an egg. ]

A Magikarp...? Hm, a fish! Try the bathroom, no doubt such a creature prefers the water!

[ go see if it's in the toilet miria. catching pokemon is clearly going to help them in stealing firo's unhappiness. maybe if trading ever becomes a thing they can give him the 50 zubats they have each ]

[ give me the snip snip ]

[ it's one of those quiet days where none of the gandor brothers has found any need for the resident torture specialist to do anything much...nor has maria needed to throw out too many people bothering the dancers. normally tick tends to spend his downtime playing with the neighborhood kids (scissors in hand - what the fuck, police, where are you?) but few kids are out in the downpour and he has other hobbies, too.

currently he's carving up pieces of fruit with his scissors. the designs are actually fairly impressive. while tick's skill with scissors is usually used for a much darker purpose (his blades cut flesh more often than anything else) it shows up in other places, too. it's a calm way to pass the time for a man who always likes to snip his scissors back and forth. when he has nothing to cut, the air will do - but since no one stops him getting things from the kitchen and carving them up, why not do that?

he casually passes the finished pieces to maria as he goes for the swordswoman to do with them as she will. cut them, eat them, it isn't like any option will have any negative impact on tick's cheery smile. this time he hands her an apple with the top carved into a miniature swordswoman. ]

Hmmmmmm~! It's been a few hours since the rain started. I wonder when it will stop?

[ unsurprisingly, she is not a fan of rainy days. Not for any particular, logical reason - mostly because rain tended to keep people away from the casino, and the fewer people that come, the smaller her chance of getting to cut someone gets. On a quiet day like today, the chance was already small - and today, it's practically nonexistant, seeing as Luck didn't even feel the need to keep her there all day. Maria's been spending the greater part of the afternoon scuttling about the Gandor halls, looking for something to do (that the brothers wouldn't scold her for, putting "indoor swordfighting practice" tragically out of the question.) As one might expect, she ends up parked in the same room as Tick, fidgeting and pouting and occasionally pacing.

She really is like a kid. At her feet are the severed remains of a few bits of fruit he's handed her; cutting fruit isn't exactly super fun, but it's better than standing doing nothing, and thus, she finds herself working against her personal record of how many slices she can make before they hit the ground. Another person might feel bad about chopping up Tick's handiwork, but, well... He wouldn't give them to her if he wasn't expecting them to get chopped, right?! ]

Beats me, amigo, but it better be soon. I'm going stir-crazy sitting in here! I never thought I'd miss just dancing. [ as opposed to "murdering" for her job at the casino, but hey. She accepts the apple from him casually; then, just as she goes to toss it up in the air, she notices its shape, and her eyes widen. Immediately, she holds it up, looking rather awed. ] Tick! Tick, did you carve this one to look like me?! Woah!!

I say this: the floor is not lava at all. What a game of childishness.

[Despite this, Nile is now standing on top of a table.]

You have to believe in the lava!! But if lava doesn't work, let's make it an ice flow, riiiiiight?

[ of course isaac and miria are at the heart of this nonsense. of course they are. it's a alveare-wide game of ridiculousness and they've swept everyone along as per usual... ]

If we're going to be teammates, we have to do our best, mister!

[Of course they are. And Nile is playing because he is. His mask turns towards Miria.]

Clarify what the rules for victory are. We will vanquish our foes beneath the force of our dedication to this nonsensical game.

[YEAH HE'S IN. It's stupid but now that he's stated this fact, he's in.]

[When you weren't "made" or "designed" to live as a human, you have to wonder: were you given a soul that could be given a mate, or were you just programmed with a conscious that could follow orders? Ennis did get a name on her wrist, but it was faded, illegible, and if scarring her weren't an impossible task she's sure her creator would've done it to tie her to him forever.

However, here she was. She walks the she streets on her own with the faded beginnings of a name and no guide to its owner, if they even existed. In her immortal life, she has no idea when they would show up, or if they may find them before they die. Maybe it's even better to never find them, because it would be painful to find your soulmate only to be parted by inevitable death and an eternity of loneliness to follow. She may never know.

Finding herself lost in the spiral of answers without questions and worries without relief once again, Ennis sighs and tucks her arm closer to her chest, eyes downcast as she steps around the corner without seeing the man right in front of her..]

[ luckily, firo's got pretty decent reflexes. while he doesn't react as though he's being attacked - since he isn't - he is really fast to side-step the woman coming around the corner. a life growing up on the streets of manhattan has trained firo to expect pedestrians who kind of do whatever they want. it's true he might occasionally call out watch it or something less polite, but those sorts of phrases absolutely don't come to mind when he focuses in on the person who nearly rammed straight into him.

a woman in a suit - has he seen her before? he might have. events definitely unfolded at least a little differently, though, so even if he has, and even if he's drunk a certain elixir, firo isn't aware that this woman's name is the one on his wrist.

he's definitely aware that she's pretty, though, and that there's something about her he's interested in.

...he's also aware not everyone has the same street reflexes as him, so he glares at a passerby who sort of bowls into ennis' arm as they keep going by without bothering to stop, reaching out his own hand to steady her should she need it. ]

Oh, I'm sorry - are you all right, miss?

[Ennis manages to keep her footing. If she weren't so caught up in her thoughts, she could have dodged him without trouble. It hardly registers; in fact, it's even by chance that the young man's voice reaches her ears, and there's a short delay in her response. It's only when she turns her head toward him and his words register that she realizes that she had been bumped into, though she confuses it for him rather than the other man a little further down the street.

That's no good, she thinks automatically, grimly. I let my guard down.

Still, her expression is neutral, if only a little confused, as she squints at the young man. He looks a little familiar.. perhaps she had passed him on the street before. She did spend quite some time in this part of New York recently. Aah, right. He had been asking a question.]

Yes, [she answers. Then, a little more firmly because she spoke too softly,] Yes. I'm-- I'm fine. I apologize for my rudeness. I didn't mean to bump into you.

Are you all right?

Edited 2016-08-08 08:09 (UTC)

[You know what happened.

Czes was trying to catch that Pokemon. He was almost there. HE WAS SNEAKING UP ON IT SO WELL AND THEN HE GOT STARTLED by a sucker popping out of nowhere and making him scream and now the Pokemon is gone]

This is all your fault, Elmer!

[ maybe his smile is a little apologetic, but really, it's not very apologetic at all...elmer just laughs, holding up his hands and waving them as if to calm czes down. ]

Now, now...don't frown, Czes! If you smile, won't it look much better? I'm sure the Pokemon would think so, too!

[ which would help him capture them, or something? ]

Yeah, the Pokemon.

[Czes gestures again to the empty spot his Voltorb used to be.]

If. It. Were. Still. There!

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