SUNDAY MEANS EARLY MEME DAY

[goateese]

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!

Comments

[viced]

[ 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. ]

[futureleader]

[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.]

[viced]

[ His head shoots up. ]

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

[futureleader]

I don't want to go home.

[viced]

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

[ OH FUCK COMICS ]

Nope, you need to go back.

[futureleader]

You can't make me!

[viced]

[ Why him, why him? ]

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

[futureleader]

No world is able to handle me!

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

[viced]

[ 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!

[futureleader]

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

[viced]

Oh goody. [ So much enthusiasm right now ]

So what are you going to even do here?

[futureleader]

I dunno.

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

[viced]

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

[futureleader]

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.]

[viced]

Decorate my-- [ A beat. He doesn't like the sound of that. ]

How would you decorate it?

[futureleader]

Graffiti, decorate, it's all the same thing!

[He stands up on the desk.]

[viced]

No it isn't! [ Blinks ] Get off my desk, please?

[futureleader]

Yeah it is!!

[He jumps off] Can I go now?

[viced]

Where the fuck are you going to go?