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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.

Date: 2015-03-03 04:43 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Scribbling down the name, Miles repeated the spelling of it. It was close, but Piper would have to repeat it back to him before he moved on.

"Alright. Just a moment."

He went to leave again, to look her up in the database. Only he found nothing in IOPSA's records. That meant either she wasn't a Sensitive or a Medium or their database was lacking. He had nothing to go on but gut instinct for the time being, and public records. Returning to the interview room, Miles took up his seat once more.

"Let's try this again, shall we? I found you in the cemetery, correct? Locked, mind you, with a shovel and a few stories to go along with it. What were you really doing there?"

Date: 2015-03-03 05:23 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
As he went through the process of making sure he had her name down right, she fought the urge to try crossing her arms over her chest. It wouldn't have worked right with one hand cuffed to the table, but she still really wanted to do it. The posture would have matched the pout he was getting from her perfectly.

She was still pouting when he returned and sat back down with her.

"The cemetery wasn't locked when I got there" she replied, looking affronted, "I got locked in! That guy could have at least checked before chaining the fucking fence!"

She was stalling. Since the moment she'd been loaded into Mile's car on her way here, she'd been trying to think of some kind of story that he might actually believe. So far all of them had some kind of hole that this guy was smart enough to pick it apart.

Now little beads of sweat were collecting on her forehead as she considered just what the penalty for being caught lying again in here might be. Would it be worse than them finding out the truth?

Date: 2015-03-05 05:40 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Wasn't she just painting the prettiest picture right now? If Piper's bottom lip was jutted out any further, Miles supposed she would trip over it. If she wasn't handcuffed to the table, of course.

Nice touch, trying to blame it on the caretaker as well. Did this young woman have any threshold she wouldn't sink to?

"And what time did you enter the cemetery?" Miles asked calmly after scribbling down her account thus far. "What happened after you came into the cemetery?"

Date: 2015-03-05 05:53 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She huffed. It was worth a shot, but she should have known this asshole wouldn't give two shits about all that. She contemplated just sitting there and saying nothing, but her gaze drifted almost unconsciously in the direction of the other interrogation room, where Lucas was. All she could see was a wall, but her imagination was doing a fine job filling in the blanks for her.

She really had no choice. Did she? Fine. She'd tell Miles some of the story. Enough, hopefully, to prove she wasn't uncooperative, but it was going to be a heavily edited version.

"I got there at, like, eight twenty-five." She answered.

Actually, it was eight twenty-three exactly. If there was one thing she was always a stickler for, it was knowing the time. It was pretty important for her to know if she wanted to use her powers.

"I didn't know it was illegal to be in a cemetery after dark. I was just going to be there for a little while, but I got tired from walking the whole way. I only meant to rest for a minute. I didn't think I'd get locked in."

Date: 2015-03-05 10:07 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Facts first, Miles had to remind himself, and not for the last time during this interview. Every new bit of information was followed by blaming someone or something else. Heaven forbid she take the fall. What he wouldn't give to simply tell her off and wash his hands of it.


Noting the time, the pencil stopped on the pad of paper.

"'s illegal to be on any private property uninvited once it's been locked up. It would be just the same as staying in a store after hours. However, that's not the point here." The Guide cleared his throat. "What were your intentions with the shovel?"

Date: 2015-03-05 11:32 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (sad/pouty face)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"At least the store has a fucking intercom to announce when it's closing." She spat back tartly.

The shovel. That was the part she still hadn't been able to come up with a good excuse for. yet A shovel in a graveyard did look pretty bad. Even she knew that. But, she hadn't actually used it yet, so they couldn't call her on what she hadn't done. Still, she had to say something. She'd have to go with the only thing she'd managed to think up, and pray.

"Okay, this is going to sound dumb, but... there were some flowers I wanted. Just some wild ones I didn't think anyone would miss. I saw them there before and I thought I might be able to dig up a couple bulbs. But, I didn't do it. You saw the shovel, it didn't have a speck of dirt on it. I didn't do anything wrong. I just... decided I didn't want to do it after all, and then I was tired, so I decided to rest before going all the way back home."

That was a pretty good story, right? They had no way to prove that wasn't what she was there for. The shovel really was clean, and thank god there really were flowers. Those flowers weren't anywhere near where she was at the time, but it was still a reasonable story. They couldn't throw her in the slammer just for thinking of digging up some wild flowers. That would be so stupid.

"I should have set an alarm on my phone or something."

Date: 2015-03-06 04:08 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Stay classy, Piper.

As she weaved her tale about the shovel, all Miles could do was picture her just digging a deeper and deeper hole for herself. A few quick notations were made, simply to stick to procedure. What a ludicrous way to spend an evening.

You're right, it does sound stupid. Miles thought. If it weren't for the fact he'd catch flak for it, he might have said it aloud as well.

"What flower were you after?" Was what he asked plainly instead. Every little bit of information helped dig that hole a little deeper.

Date: 2015-03-06 04:23 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (eye roll)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"You want me to tell you the name of it? Fuck if I know. I just thought it looked pretty." She said, getting instantly defensive.

"It's the yellow ones."

Go ahead and try to call her on it, she thought sulkily. She knew for a fact that there were yellow flowers in that garden area. She'd seen them on her way in. It was totally legit. He had to believe her. So there.

Date: 2015-03-06 04:30 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
"I can find the name of it, if you'd like." The reply was said with an absolutely straight face and dry tone. Is he being serious or is he making fun of you...well, in this case, he's totally making fun of you, Piper.

"Just to recap here," He continued on without missing a beat, "You entered the cemetery at approximately 8:25pm, with a shovel and the intent of digging up some flowers. Do I have that correct?" Even saying it out loud, the story seemed even more ridiculous.

Date: 2015-03-06 05:17 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Angry)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
She just narrowed her eyes at him. Flat humor or not, she could tell when someone was dicking with her, "I don't fucking care! I don't want them anymore anyway."

Her arms went to cross over her chest out of pure reflex, causing the handcuff to clank against the table when it stopped her chained arm short. She growled at it before answering him again.

"Yeah, I know. It sounds stupid when you say it like that. I just fucking said so."

Red heat was beginning to rise again in her face, an outward sign of her fraying patience. She'd answered his damn questions, and she'd said just about all she really felt like saying. Couldn't they just let her go now? She hadn't actually stolen anything.

Date: 2015-03-09 04:21 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles refrained from smiling, although he sorely wanted to. She was easy enough to provoke into a rage.

"You do realize I will have to confirm all the information given to me, Miss Cardenas. Are you certain this is all correct?"

He asked merely out of obligation. If her story changed, and somehow he doubted it, he would have to drag Lucas into this unfortunate mess just to verify what had been said.

Just next door in the other interview room, Lucas sat by myself, looking very much akin to a kicked puppy. He had told Zach what he knew, which wasn't much aside from Piper's strange time-walking ability. That, however, had been mentioned off-record. Zach felt it best for the time-being while he looked into a possible file for the young woman.

What a mess...

Date: 2015-03-09 11:32 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Oh how she glared at him. Fine. Don't believe her. But she wasn't about to change anything and give him the satisfaction of calling her out as a liar.

"It's not like it's that complicated. Hurry up and do it if you're fucking gonna, so I can go the hell home already!"

Having said that, she sat back sulkily in her chair and continued to keep her narrowed eyes glaring in his direction. If he hated her, than the feeling was mutual. She was so done with all of this.

Date: 2015-03-13 04:12 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Too bad that wasn't likely to be the case, but Miles said nothing as he gathered up his notebook and slid his chair underneath the table. She wasn't worth the effort of pointing this out. He had to wonder, though, how on Earth she crossed paths with Lucas and how much she may be taking advantage of him. That thought alone made him angry, though he hid it well.

The room would be Piper's for a time, voices spoke in the hallway, muffled by the soundproofing before they too fell silent. Miles took Lucas back to the cemetery. Theirs was the task of verifying all of this information, and the normally talkative Medium was nearly silent for the time they spent there, save what he needed to relay from his readings.

Meanwhile, after a short while the door to the interview room opened again and in stepped Dae. She wore the IOPSA jacket as everyone else but it was tied up in the front, covering part of a very pink and sparkly tank top. On one sleeve was a medical patch and in her hands was a small medical kit, though not stocked with just the usual supplies.

"I heard you scraped up your knees," Dae stopped to give the young woman an assessing gaze. Miles had not been kind at all in his description of her, though Dae knew there was more to it than that. Clearly this Piper touched a nerve or five.

"If you'll let me I can take care of them for you."

Date: 2015-03-13 04:52 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (Sad Look Down)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper gave the new woman who had entered a clearly appraising, definitely judging look. Well, she looked normal enough. Actually, that pink tank top was pretty cute. Would be more cute if she ditched the jacket, but at least it looked like whoever she was, she wasn't constantly walking around with a broom handle jammed all the way up her ass.

Dae's question reminded Piper of that stinging in her knees, and suddenly it was hurting more intensely again, making her wince. She considered refusing out of pure spite, but decided it would get her nothing. So, instead, she nodded.


She kept her gaze averted, acting shy, hoping maybe she could get a little sympathy at the same time. She knew there wasn't going to be any from Miles, but maybe the others would be less of a dick to her if she put on the frightened girl act. It had worked for her before.

"Who are you?"

Date: 2015-03-16 02:08 am (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Too bad Dae had a little chit chat with Miles before he left with one morose Medium in tow. That, and Dae was a decent judge of character. Piper sure knew how to milk an act for what it was worth.

Kind of sad, in a way.

"Dae Wong," She chirped back, setting her supplies on the table and opening the box. There were bandages, band-aids and the usual things, and also a few bottles of unknown substance.

"Piper, right? Something tells me you're not usually in this kind of situation." Probably because you don't usually get caught.

Date: 2015-03-17 01:04 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
"Uh yeah, I don't make a habit of getting arrested." Exactly because she doesn't usually get caught.

"And I shouldn't be this time either. I didn't do anything. That guy hurt me and dragged me all the way here all for nothing. He wouldn't even listen to me." She was playing the victim card for all she was worth.

She looked curiously over the stuff in Dae's kit, wondering at what those bottles were. She couldn't recognize them from here. But, seeing all those medical things did give her a real twinge of nervousness to go along with her faked victim act.

"Uh... just don't put any peroxide on it, okay. That shit stings."

Date: 2015-03-21 02:48 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - smug)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
With expert ease Dae did not express the frown that mentally started as Piper continued on with her lie. It was kind of sad, really. Instead, she smiled brightly as she worked, never really taking her eyes off of Piper’s scraped knees.

“Oh don’t worry,” Dae replied in an easy sing-song tone. “I can use something else besides peroxide.”

Piper may have wished Dae used the more conventional disinfectant before the end of it all, however. Dainty fingers plucked up one of the mystery bottles and after uncorking it a vile, eye-watering stench hung thickly in the air.

“Just a moment and I’ll have these bandaged up for you~!”

If Piper protested, which most people usually did, Dae simply smiled and gently dabbed at her scrapped knee. There was no sting of disinfectant here, only a soothing coolness as the liquid did its job. Dae recorked the bottle smartly and set it back in its proper place. Then she gave Piper another assessing look, fingers dancing through a stack of band-aids. Something to go with that outfit…Ah, yes.

Moments later and Piper was now sporting two purple band-aids over those scraps. That should do the trick nicely.

“There. All done.”

Date: 2015-03-22 01:25 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper instantly regretted her request, the moment the mystery bottle was uncorked.

"Ugh! Ew! What is that stuff? No wait, don't put that smelly stuff on me!"

She attempted to shift her knees away protectively, but there really no help for it while she was chained to the table. At least when the smelly stuff was applied it didn't hurt. Actually, it felt a lot better, but she still wasn't sure if it was worth it.

She was, despite herself, pleased that the band-aids were purle, and that they matched.

When it was all finished, she thanked Dae, but still a little sulkily because of that rank smell she now had to deal with, "...thanks."

Date: 2015-03-23 08:14 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - amused)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Too late to complain now, Princess Piper!

Dae, for her part, just smiled brightly, seemingly oblivious to Piper's reaction. In fact she looked really pleased with her own handiwork.

"You're welcome~!" Dae clapped her hands together, "Do you need anything else? Some water or a snack? There's a few things in break room that I can bring to you."

Might as well keep Piper relatively calm before Miles and Lucas came back, Dae figured. Poor Lucas, he was such a wreck over the whole thing. Dae only hoped it all turned out for the best for all of them.

Date: 2015-03-25 04:29 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (That was unpleasant.)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper considered refusing just on principle, but the loud gurgle of her stomach in reaction to that offer gave her away before she could speak. It was way, way past dinner time, and she'd had nothing to eat for hours.

So, instead, she answered carefully, "Yes. But only if I don't have to pay for it.

Date: 2015-03-29 02:17 am (UTC)
dj_mort: (sad - hurt)
From: [personal profile] dj_mort
Dae smiled oh so sweetly. Yeah, no wonder Miles didn't like you, she mused to herself.

"It's free of charge," Dae smiled, voice never changing tone as she turned to leave. "Just like the handcuffs!"

And with that, before Piper could yell at her, Dae was out the door. Good grief, what a mess. Poor everyone, Dae thought to herself as she went back to her desk. The room was silent for a long time before the door creaked open once again.

Only, it wasn't Dae who returned with food, but one very harrowed looking Medium.

"Special delivery." He said quietly, with no hint of humor. If anything Lucas sounded tired. And he was tired, uncertain how Piper would take seeing him again and dreading her reaction at the same time.

Date: 2015-04-02 04:33 pm (UTC)
divaoftime: (PissedPiper)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper blew out a frustrated breath at that last word from Dae. Mumbling under her breath, "Bitch."

As the wait grew longer, she slumped further down into her chair, her bottom lip pushing further and further out as she vied for the record of world's longest pout. This sucked. This all sucked. She was never going to make it home before her mom noticed at this point.

Then the door opened and lo it was Lucas, that dirty snitch, stepping in to bring her food. The glare he received from across the room could have frightened small children.

"Why are you in here? Done telling them all about me?"

Date: 2015-04-05 05:31 pm (UTC)
dj_mort: (sad - feels)
From: [personal profile] dj_mort
Lucas had been unfortunately informed by Miles the kind of mood that Piper was in. It boggled his mind, really, and the Medium refused to believe it. Until now. He felt the color draining out of his face, gut twisting at the accusation.

"I can eat these instead," Lucas had intended the comment to have some bite in it, but it came out sullen and quiet. His shoulders sagged a little.

"I told them your name and where you lived, but all the interview room equipment went down after that, so..." He shrugged half-heartedly. Zach was a master of towing the line, and this was no different. Everything Lucas said about Piper after that had been off the record, and the man knew Piper would read between the lines here. He instructed Lucas to say this much, "It's affecting this room now, too."

He set the tray down on the table but made no move to sit.

"You gonna tell me what the hell is going on, or are you going to spin more bullshit?"

Date: 2015-04-06 03:22 am (UTC)
divaoftime: (pouty)
From: [personal profile] divaoftime
Piper made a pained face. God, now they knew where she lived. Just fucking great.

But then, the rest of what he said sank in. The equipment went down? Why would it...? Oh. Wait. Did that mean whatever else he told them wasn't allowed to be used as evidence? But, no, this could be a trick. He cold just be telling her that to get her to talk. They just wanted to catch her in a lie so they could call her out. Well, they weren't going to. No way.

"The only bullshit is the fact that I'm still here. I already told your partner all I wanna tell. You can take your stupid tricks and shove them up your ass. I'm not telling you shit."

She angled herself slightly away from him.

"You want to know more? You have ways of finding out, don't you Lucas?"

Date: 2015-04-06 03:38 am (UTC)
dj_mort: (anger - pained)
From: [personal profile] dj_mort
Lucas swallowed thickly, scarcely believing what he was hearing. After all of that, she was still sticking with this line? Like she was blameless? His gut coiled, and not for the first time that evening did tears sting at the corner of his eyes. Fuck. He was such a fucking idiot.

Maybe Miles was right.

His voice, once Lucas had found it again, was strained, trying hard to hold back on a wave of emotion that threatened to spill over.

"It's a good thing I didn't know you were snooping around for something in that cemetery at first, Piper." Tremors ran down his arms, and Lucas couldn't keep them from his voice now. He wasn't sure if it was from being upset or anger. Maybe it was both. "Because if I had it would have cost me everything. Not just my job, not just all the shit I've ever trained for, but...fuck. Everything."

He swallowed again, anger slowly winning out.

"Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me you weren't doing anything fucking illegal in there and I'll get out. I won't ever talk to you again, you can do whatever the fuck you want."

But he already knew the truth. At least, as much as he cared to know. Now Lucas had to wonder if she'd take him up on the offer. Now he'd really know if he ever meant anything at all.

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