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OC Only Meme!


We've had all sorts of Memes for all your muses, but what about a meme for muses that aren't of a specific canon,
or muses that you're still in the process of developing? Enter the OC Only Meme! Toss in your OC and pick a
scenario to experiment with them.


1. Scavenge - You're OCs are stranded alone on an island. They must gather supplies to build a shelter until help arrives.

2. Survive - Zombies are invading oh no! Fend off hoards of Zom Zoms and free humanity from their whole being undead thing.

3. Travel - Your OCs have traveled through time to a Mideval setting. With castles and poofy dresses galore your OCs must figure out how to fit in. Or not.

4. Employment - Your OCs got stuck with the worst job ever. Do they do it well or do they ignore their job? Anything for a paycheck.

5. Spooky Spooks - Your OC is taking a walk at night and they happen on a graveyard by accident! Are you intrigued or frightened?

6. Free Pick - Set up your own scenario!



Remember: OCs Don't have set histories and sometimes don't have icons, so give your RP parter details to work with in your post to the best of your abilities! Give them something to work with as much as you can. IF you don't have an idea of how to answer a specific question, toss out an answer and see how it works. You'll know that it's something you have to work on for the future.

Miles Stedman - OTA

Date: 2015-02-01 11:53 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Character deets (content warning for vague mentions of past relationship abuse, though) in his journal, but basically you will be dealing with an aloof Brit who's used to facing off against the supernatural.

5? 83

Date: 2015-02-02 12:15 am (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
'Client' was the term that the IOPSA contract had given him as he'd implored them to help with a job. A most important job.

Surely the organization had dealt with bizarre clients before, but this particular one had prompted one of their members to meet in the dead of night in the middle of a graveyard, no less. It was almost a laughably cliché place to meet considering what the organization supposedly did.

Gaige paced back and fourth around an ominous looking headstone as he waited; pale hair, blue eyes, and wearing a dark suit, he certainly didn't look the type to be waiting around in graveyards.

Date: 2015-02-02 01:53 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
In this line of work there was no shortage of odd jobs, whether that was the case itself, the client, or both. What set Miles on edge was the time of the initial meeting. As clients they met with at a normal hour, the investigations where saved for the dark of night.

Usually.

So it was that Miles found himself out in the middle of graveyard in the pitch of night. He adjusted the front of his IOPSA-issued jacket, the Union Jack displayed on the right sleeve, smoothing down the front of it before he found the location within the graveyard where he was supposed to meet this man. And the client did stick out like a sore thumb in the middle of a collection of tombstones, wearing a suit, and pacing back and forth. Miles raised an eyebrow but otherwise his expression settled on a professional neutral as he approached.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Miles said as he came close enough to be heard.

Date: 2015-02-02 10:53 pm (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
"Two minutes thirty seven seconds. Not bad compared to the average, but not on time." He responded as he briskly took the red military cap in his fists and positioned it atop his head.

"Anyway, Considering your swinging by so late I think I'll grade you on a curve. It's hard to get appointments during the day when you work night owl hours." Gaige motioned onward further into the graveyard. There were a plethora of animal statue headstones in the section he'd brought Miles to.

"I always expect people to think of me like a serial killer when I meet 'em at hours like this. Then again this could be where I bury the bodies." He gave a flat smirk, "Better watch your step."

Date: 2015-02-05 12:36 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Oh boy, one of these types, Miles thought to himself while fighting to maintain the most neutral expression he could manage. He had little information to go on at this point, aside from the meeting place and hour, and this man had the look of someone used to being in uniform. Miles wouldn't hold his breath on that, so the verdict was still out.

However, he couldn't help but arch one eyebrow.

"Perhaps it's your sense of humor that puts them off," Miles replied evenly. He'd heard better attempts at it, at any rate.

"Regardless, you called us for a reason and I'd like to get straight to the point."

Date: 2015-02-06 03:58 am (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
Ironically, Gaige was having the exact same thought as Miles directed the conversation straight to the point: Oh great, one of those types.

"As you like." He agreed. The solider proceeded throughout the graveyard towards a plastic marker near the back. "You see, there's someone here that is rather important to me. They died suddenly under suspicious circumstances and I'd like you to find out the manner of their death by speaking to them." It would have been in the contract to some extent, but Gaige decided to elaborate. "You might not be able to understand them so discern whatever information you can. Any details would be appreciated."

And finally he stopped at the grave. If Miles hadn't realized it by the grave markers all around them being littered with statues of animals, the name on the marker being 'Bubbles the Fish' would have had confirmed that... they were in a pet graveyard.

Gaige knelt down. "This is Bubbles. I've got a $500 bucks bet with my buddy that he drowned. I've got a lot riding on you guys being able to give me the truth."

Date: 2015-02-11 01:48 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Following behind the man, Miles cocked his head lightly to the right. That was a curious way of putting it, he thought, but a quick check of their surroundings brought him to the conclusion that these were not the usual kind of graves they worked with.

Bubbles the Fish.

Seriously?

Miles was just able to contain himself from rolling his eyes. He was on the clock, and this man was...obviously a little touched, but still in need of their services.

"I see." Plucking out a thin green notebook, Miles opened it to the middle as usual. With his pencil hovering above the paper's surface, he would give this case its due attention, whether the nature of it be ridiculous or not.

"I'll have to work with our Medium to make any concrete determinations, but if you wouldn't mind filling me in on...Bubbles. Age, date of death, any other pertinent information would be appreciate in order to confirm an accurate reading."

Date: 2015-02-20 03:11 am (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
"Of course, Sir." He began with a proper brush off of his jacket.

"Bubbles. Age: 17 months. He passed very suddenly 215 hours ago." There was a pause. "His favorite hobby appeared to be swimming." How he could say all this with a straight face was jarring in and of itself.

"He lived alone in his tank and seemed to have no contacts in the outside world. No friends, spouses, children, or previous co-workers that could be questioned on the matter of his passing. He is survived by one Lye Faire, who maintained his fish bowl."

Date: 2015-02-24 05:18 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
How Miles was able to maintain a straight face was impressive even to himself as he dutifully jotted down notes. This man was very thorough, at least, so the Guide could give him credit were credit was due. Despite the odd circumstances.

"Who is Lye Faire and how do you spell the name, exactly? And how was...his death discovered?"

Come on, Miles, just muster through this. This will be one hell of a story to tell the office when he returned.

Date: 2015-03-05 03:17 am (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
"Lye S. Fair, L-Y-E F-A-I-R-E, the person who maintained his fish bowl." He repeated in the exact same tone as before, as if those were the only details to divulge.

"To be perfectly honest, I'd just met him last week when I brought him the unfortunate news that his fish would be drowning in a few hours. I don't know that much about him, aside from the days that he goes shopping, the hours he works, and his mail subscriptions." Actually it was less of a meeting and it was more of an incident of his neighbor yelling at him for going through his mail.

Date: 2015-03-05 10:04 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Jotting down his notes, Miles frowned thoughtfully.

"You knew the fish would drown?" Was he even hearing this correctly. At first the man harbored a suspicion of it, and now this? It didn't add up in Miles's mind.

Whatever the case, this file was getting more ridiculous by the moment...

Date: 2015-03-06 03:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] gaige
"Of course. That's what makes betting on the outcome profitable." He responded with a nod. Explaining his situation to a stranger sure was becoming more of an issue than he thought it would be. He began to wring his hands.

"I didn't think that there would be so much suspicion on the idea of a fish drowning and that I'd need proof. Kinda silly."

Date: 2015-03-06 04:11 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
His mouth drew into a tight frown as Miles glanced down at his notes again. He had a needling suspicion the entire conversation, but now? This all but confirmed it.

"You killed a fish to win a bet, and called IOPSA to back you up on it."

Please tell him he's wrong, Gaige. Please.

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Number 5 8D

Date: 2015-02-03 03:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Ugh. Grave yards. She hated grave yards. Nothing but a cold reminder of how most people end up in some dank old place with nothing to mark their existence but some cold slab of stone with a name and a date. And, you could only hope someone would care enough to actually read them... She really hoped she could at least have a fancier one herself, if she had to be buried in a place like this. Although, if she could have her way, she'd be too famous for a place like this. Too famous, and too rich.

Speaking of being rich though... that's why she was here. She heard a rumor that ten years ago some idiot robber actually tried to hide his loot from the cops by burying it in one of these graves. Apparently no one had ever found which one. Oh yeah, if she could score that, she'd be living large.

She had a special trick up her sleeve to help her do it too. Something no one else had. If she could get it right, she might be able to actually see for herself which grave it was in, by going back in time to watch it happen with her own two eyes.

She'd been able to narrow down the time frame thanks to some newspaper articles. Apparently, they really had caught the guy in the graveyard. So, there had to be something to this, right? It might still take her a while though, since all she knew was it happened on October fourteenth in two thousand and four. She didn't really have a time. She was guessing it was some time after dark. Or was the robber really that stupid? Okay, maybe she better start her search around ten o'clock in the morning, just to be safe.

She settled down on the ground with her back against a grave and a shovel over her knees, wrinkling her nose a little at having to sit in the slightly wet grass. All for the money, remember that girl! Once she was comfortable, she focussed her mind on the time she wanted to go back to. Her eyes glazed over, then drooped closed. They would be that way for maybe two minutes, that's all the longer this would take in real time. For her, however, it would feel like the better part of a day.

Well, she better get to it. Out of her body her consciousness stepped, and into the past. There she waited, hour after hour, until finally, some time around seven, the guy finally arrived. Yes! She was right after all! She was going to be rich!
Edited Date: 2015-02-03 03:43 am (UTC)

8D

Date: 2015-02-05 12:51 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - smug)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Scouting for the next investigation was grunt work and Miles made certain that the office was aware of such, especially after a long week of late nights, earlier mornings, and a hectic pace that never seemed to tire.

But, here he was regardless.

Inspecting a sturdy granite mausoleum and jotting down a few notes, Miles had missed Piper's grand entrance into the very same cemetery. He'd been there the better part of an hour, working his way towards the back of the lot as he went. This particular cemetery had the usual mundane sightings attached to it, but the owner had finally heckled the office enough to warrant at least a cursory investigation. So far, he had yielded nothing of of merit.

Stepping around one corner, Miles thought he spied a shape in the corner of his eye and upon turning, found that he was no longer alone out here. A young woman sat, appearing to be dozed off near a tombstone. She did not even stir as he approached, which was curious. The shovel laid in her lap was even more curious.

"Something tells me you're not here to mourn." Why else would she have that tool at the ready? So Miles plucked it off her lap, expecting the woman to stir. She remained asleep. Miles stuck the shovel into the dirt and leaned an arm on it, waiting for sleeping beauty to open her eyes.

Date: 2015-02-05 04:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] divaoftime
About twenty seconds after the stranger in front of her settled himself onto her shovel, Piper opened her eyes again, blinking rapidly while she sat up and readjusted to the present time. It was always a little disorienting after being gone in the past that long. She started to take stock of things. It all seemed okay except, hey wait, where was her....shovel?

She noticed the man in front of her then, and screamed at a pitch just barely below what dogs alone could hear. It was a short yelp, by comparison to some of the shrieks she was prone to giving, but it was plenty ear-piecing even in its brevity. Almost loud enough to wake the dead.

"Who the fuck are you?!" she demanded of this person standing over her.

"Get away from me!" she added, deciding she didn't care.

She began to scramble in the wet grass she sat in, trying to use the headstone for support to stand. In her panic, she wasn't able to get much traction. Oh god a creeper in the graveyard. What was he going to do?!

Date: 2015-02-11 01:42 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles winced one eye shot. Good grief, this woman had a set of lungs on her, not that Miles could blame her entirely, of course. He'd be shaken up bya randomly appearing stranger, too.

Except he wasn't taking a nap in a cemetery after hours.

As she scrambled to her feet, Miles remained firmly planted in place, only standing straighter from his lean against the shovel.

"Officer Miles Stedman. IOPSA." Even with his jacket on he doubted she'd believe him. "Now, before you go skittering off, I was just curious why you were napping among the tombstones."

Date: 2015-02-11 05:34 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"I wasn't napping!" She protested as she finally got her feet under her.

IOPSA?! Her eyes got a little wider still at that announcement. Fuck! That was the last thing she needed. What had he seen? He thought she was napping; that meant he didn't know, right? She wasn't going down like this! She had to think of something. Fast!

"I was... it's embarrassing, okay. I was praying, and... I guess I just got a little tired. I didn't mean to."

Her eyes snapped down, searching the headstone she was leaned up against. She could see the name, that was enough to sell the lie she hoped. Too bad she forgot to check the date on this one, or she'd have seen it was far older than she realized.

"I was just coming to visit my Grandpa Earl. I guess I lost track of time."

Date: 2015-02-11 10:26 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - smug)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles was unaware of her Time Walking ability but that didn't make a lone young woman sitting in a graveyard with a shovel any less of a a mystery. He had a few guesses now and the more Piper babbled on, those guesses were really starting to take shape.

it didn't paint a pretty picture, either way.

"Mmm, praying. Yes. I'm certain your Grandfather would appreciate it." The Guide remarked idly, almost as if he believed her.

And he might have had he not noted the date on the tombstone in question.

"By the by, you've aged well for someone who should be turning about a hundred," Miles nodded curtly to the tombstone, bearing the dates of 1851 to 1897. "Care to try again?"

Date: 2015-02-11 11:43 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She swallowed hard, and glanced down again at that incriminating headstone.

Well...fuck.

She lifted her head and smiled oh-so-sweetly at him, all the while furiously thinking of something she could say to get herself out of this mess.

"Well...I, uh...I..." She had nothing.

Fuck it.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and bolted. The grass was slick, giving her a false start, but she pushed away using that stupid old grave to aid her momentum. She ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction, dodging around more headstones clumsily in her desperate attempt to flee. He could keep the damn shovel. She'd steal a new one. She just had to get the hell away from here.

Date: 2015-02-15 08:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Anticipating her, though wishing the young woman would have simply stayed put, Miles rolled forward just as she bolted. At his belt was a pair of handcuffs, not the usual police fare, but strong enough to contain a Vampire's strength, if needed.

Her momentary slip-up let Miles gain some ground, but he wasn't in it just for a short sprint. On uneven terrain in the dark, he wasn't keen to twist an ankle.

Crossing over a bit a flat ground, Miles called out an order he was certain she wasn't going to heed, "Get down on the ground!"

Why did they always have to run? Most of the time, they didn't get away.

Date: 2015-02-16 02:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"Fuck off!" She screamed back over her shoulder.

No way was she doing that! As if! To show him just how much his order meant to her, she picked up a clump of plastic flowers from the grave she was passing over and threw them at him as hard as she could, aiming right for his face.

"Leave me the hell alone!"

She reached the gravel path and raced towards the exit. It was dark, too dark for her to see that the wrought-iron fence was closed and chained shut for the night. She realized this when she crashed into it.

"Fuck!" She screamed in rage as she violently shook the fence, to no avail.

"Fuck!" She screamed again while she contemplated attempting to climb it.

Date: 2015-02-19 09:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Of course she was going to be a stubborn git about it. Miles cursed quietly under his breath. It would have been a great deal simpler if she had surrendered.

One hand went to the handcuffs, slipping them from their holster at his belt. The gate had been closed behind him when he entered, so he knew what obstacle the young woman would come up against next. All he had to do was be quick...and not smile when he heard that screamed expletive.

Someone found the gate.

As Piper shook the iron fencing, Miles closed in, whipping one half of the cuffs around to close on one wrist. In one motion he grabbed onto the back of her jacket and went to try and throw her off-balance enough to hit the dirt.

She could cry and fuss all she wanted to once both hands were cuffed.

Date: 2015-02-19 11:19 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She'd been making a desperate attempt to scrabble up the side of the fence when he came up behind her. The handcuff found its place at her wrist with a sharp click and she gave a yelp as he pulled her by the back of her jacket.

"Ow!"

She landed hard on her side in the gravel, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes at the sudden shock of pain in her hip. It didn't help that she was quickly realizing she was in some serious shit now.

"No!" she shrieked, "Let me go!"

Date: 2015-02-21 04:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Piper wasn't going to get much of a chance to recover. The moment she went down, Miles pushed her onto her stomach, clipped the other handcuff around her free wrist. He could see those crocodile tears, but it was already too late to start this whole encounter over.

"No can do, I'm afraid. You still haven't answered my questions." The Guide pulled her up into a sitting position before taking a seat for himself. Arrests of this nature were not a common occurrence, even for the more seasoned officer. He was very glad for that gate, otherwise she would have gotten away. "Which you can start any time now, by the by."

Although, he wasn't about to hold his breath that she was going to answer him even now.

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