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SUNDAY MEANS EARLY MEME DAY

THE "FOLLOW ME HOME" MEME

Congratulations! You've been returned home! Whether to your pleasure or disgust, the porter has also sent your friends (or enemies) home with you!

1. Post as your characters!
2. Reply to other characters!
3. They've been ported back to your character's homeworld! Interact as you wish! (i.e. Lust posts, Tony replies, Tony gets dickstabbed in Amestris instead of the City)
4. Have fun!
5. Nobody is late! Ever!

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[ SIGHING, AND LEAVING but like hell he's gonna leave the door unlocked. :| Quentin...

And yeah like 15 minutes later he's bringing food. How charitable ]

[Quentin is just sitting on top of the desk and doodling on paper.... be thankful it's paper and not the desk Mitch.]

[ Oh. Thank god. ]

I hope that's not anything important.

[It toally is. Enjoy your paper that has little anarchy symbols scribbled here and there, oh and is that a depiction of you Mitch? You in a dress? Yup. Oh there's also eddie holding hands with you. And don't forget the random toaster. As well as other weird, random doodles. Like smiley faces and evil little demons.]

It's not.

[IT IS.]

[ Looking down on that in horror. Jesus Christ it's not like he doesn't have enough--

He turns it around. ]

On my fucking itinerary? I have to present this to Sarkozy later, Jesus fuck!

I'm sure Sarkozy would appreciate the doodles.

No! He won't!

[ Just... putting that food down now. Quentin, you're making his life complicated and he hates complication! ]

Here, just eat.

[Mitch how are you even going to explain the teenage brat in your office if someone comes by. Anyways, he takes the sandwich but remains on the desk. What are manners?]

Thanks!

[ HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW. He needs time to think.

So while Quentin rudely eats, he's going to sit in his chair, hold his head in his hands, and just....try to think. ]

[Quentin kindly remains silent while he's eating. Look! He can be civilized sometimes too! After he's finished however..]

So what are we going to do?

[His feet once dangled off the desk...are now on the desk as he turns to face Mitchell.]

[ His head shoots up. ]

I don't know. We need to get you back to your home universe, or at least the City.

I don't want to go home.

[ A beat ] Are you fucking serious? You don't want to--

[ OH FUCK COMICS ]

Nope, you need to go back.

You can't make me!

[ Why him, why him? ]

Look, you can't stay here! This world wouldn't be able to handle you!

No world is able to handle me!

I have more abilities than telepathic, don't you know?

[ Oh fuck really? He's just...holding his head. ]

I don't fucking doubt it! My world isn't ready for this, or you, and Christ, we've already been attacked twice by people with superpowers, we won't hold out!

You're stuck with me anyways. At least for a while. You and me, Mitch!

Oh goody. [ So much enthusiasm right now ]

So what are you going to even do here?

I dunno.

I've just been casted aside into a world of unknown adventure.

There isn't much adventure here. You'll probably find it boring as hell.

Then I'll decorate your office.

[oh...mitch... if only you paid attention to him while he was eating... cause he wrote. QUIRE WAS HERE. on your desk.]