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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.

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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.


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)
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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)
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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.


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)
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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)
gaige: (Default)
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.

Date: 2015-03-07 04:02 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] gaige
Gaige blinked. Was that how it came across? Really?

"Uh. N-not really, no." Not like there'd be any other possibility to normal people. Then again, who was he kidding. These were the guys that publicly claimed to have a specialty in everything that went bump in the night. He didn't even believe in half of the stuff that these guys claimed they dealt in.

"I didn't even know he had a stupid fish at first. I could tell there were two living things in there, sure, but I thought my neighbor was gonna be the one to bite it, so I started going through his mail and sorta--" He bobbed his head back and fourth to think of a polite way of putting it. "--trespassed without permission into his house and found out he had a fish?" Gaige gave a laugh, "Boy was I relieved! Then again, he was really upset that I was there when he came home. That's when he kicked me out and made that bet that the fish wouldn't die. Apparently he spent $500 dollars on it."

Quite a stretch that he'd take such an off-handed remark as a 'bet from a friend' but he took things at face value.

Date: 2015-03-09 04:17 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles snapped the notebook shut, huffing in absolute exasperation.

"You do realize going through someone else's mail and trespassing are criminal offenses correct? So is extortion."

He really doesn't like where this is going. The location seemed even more oppressive than earlier.

"At any rate, this isn't necessarily a case IOPSA would handle because of aforementioned crimes associated with it." Which left him with the task of reporting all of this unpleasantness, and Miles wasn't too certain how the unstable man would take the news.

Date: 2015-03-12 02:26 am (UTC)
gaige: (Side)
From: [personal profile] gaige
"So that's that, eh."

Just because he was lacking anything remotely like physical proof, this guy was going to hold it against him and be a real jerk? Pfft.

"Isn't that the nature of your business to investigate things that people find ridiculous and come out with some concrete evidence to the contrary?" Yeah! "Can't you find it in your stuffy, crabby, heart to help old Bubbles find peace?"

Date: 2015-03-16 01:59 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - talking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
"It's the nature of our organization to inform the public of the paranormal, investigate it, and if necessary, take reasonable action." Miles adjusted his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

"Aiding you in blackmailing your neighbor falls under none of those categories."


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