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Call Me Out & Prompt Me Meme

Post your list of muses in a comment below. Interested people will respond to your lists with a character (or several characters) from the list and with a picture or gif for each character. You must write a prompt to them based on the picture that they've linked to you. 

Responders can also respond with a theme or mood they'd like to shoot for like 'sad' or 'happy' or 'ragingly anamatronic'.

Example: 
Character: 
Mr. Box-Chan
Prompt Word: Cold
Picture: [Pic]

Date: 2015-04-05 02:54 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (happy - amused)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
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Character: Gaige
Theme: Hit with a talk like an animal curse idek

Date: 2015-04-05 11:07 pm (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
Through a very bad judgment call of someone upstairs, Gaige had been let into the IOPSA headquarters building for the day. He didn't want to go outside considering the sun was up and he'd begged the office manager to let stay. So with (reluctant) permission he spent a majority of the time making himself at home.

...Under Miles' desk.

Miles had the best desk location that would allow him to see all the potential entryways of the building. If he could see the entrances then there wouldn't be any surprises.

The chair had been kicked away, some of the things on the top of the desk had been re-arranged, and Gaige had tucked himself neatly under the desk as he munched on a pack of tuna fish. "Mmm mmmm♪ So tasty and easy to carry♪"

Date: 2015-04-06 10:09 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
For the better part of the day, Miles had been out of the office. Like the rest of his team they'd been given about eight hours to crash after nearly twenty-four hours on, wrapping up an investigation before they needed to hit the pavement on another. That was just part of the job, really, but it meant he had no idea about the extra guest until he came back into the office.

The first thing Miles noticed was his chair being pulled out. He frowned, gaze falling to his desk. A few of his books had been restacked but compared to Lucas's side of the desk it was still neat and tidy. But someone had moved things. Then the culprit was spotted.

"...Why are you here?"

Hi, Gaige. He missed you so much. Except, not.

Date: 2015-04-09 12:36 am (UTC)
gaige: (Fair)
From: [personal profile] gaige
When he heard the door slam loudly--announcing the return of some of the team--he dropped what he'd been eating out of sheer surprise. Couldn't they shut the door quietly? He hated loud noises.

Miles coming to make grumpy faces at him didn't help matters much. "Hello, Mister Stedman, Sir." Gaige offered in a strangely polite way given the predicament. One didn't normally offer such a happy greeting when they werent first given one.

"I arrived here approximately at six hundred hours. The problem I came here with wasn't solved before I had to go to sleep.. so--" He yawned and curled up in a ball with a blanket he'd taken from around the office. "Your desk is now mine."

Date: 2015-04-12 02:26 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - lineface)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
"There is a room with cots on the third story of this building," Miles replied, his tone clipped. Even with eight hours off, it wasn't enough to deal with this. It never was.

"Unless you need to speak to me specifically about this problem of yours I suggest you use those."

Suggest was a mild word for it. Miles had half a mind to toss Gaige out on his backside if it came to it.

"I have work to do."

Date: 2015-04-15 11:34 pm (UTC)
gaige: (Side)
From: [personal profile] gaige
"I know. But I like it here. It's too quiet up there." He'd been told bout the cots on the third floorby the upper management who gave him permission to stay there. Gaige could have gone there first, especially since he was given a warning about Miles and his temperament concerning his work space, but the third floor simply wouldn't work.

Gaige yawned and pressed his face against the side of the desk and practically purred. (Because talking like a cat was the whole prompt here.) Besides. Cots didn't have nice warm keyboards. It didn't have people that would give him attention.

Date: 2015-04-19 03:03 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Gaige was eccentric, true, but this was pushing it. And was he...purring?

Miles huffed. "Why are you here, then? Please tell me it's not to drool on the side of my desk."

Seriously Gaige, this is starting to get weird even by Miles's standards.

Date: 2015-04-25 04:05 am (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
Gaige scoffed. "No. Don't be weird at me, Mr. Miles Stedman." Who in the world would come to this place just to see a desk? Weirdo.

"I came here last night to talk shop with the guys upstairs. We chatted for so long that the sun came up." He pointed to the door. "I thought.. I would stick around until my shift started."

Date: 2015-04-26 02:58 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - talking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Miles's expression fell into a flat neutral otherwise it would belie his rising annoyance. Don't be weird at me, indeed. Gaige was certainly one to talk.

"And hijack my working area in the process. I hope by talking shop you don't mean you were trying to convince anyone else of your little goldfish tale." He's going to need a whole pot of tea at the rate this morning is going.

"Now...if you please. My shift starts now and you're in my way. Go do whatever it is that you do."

Date: 2015-05-03 04:21 am (UTC)
gaige: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gaige
His face looked blank, but he started to slowly nod. "Oh. All right. Thank you."

Gaige shifted around and curled up on his side. "What I was doing was sleeping. I'll do that. Good night."

Date: 2015-05-09 11:23 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (anger - annoyed profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Well, Miles was officially done being polite. Gaige curled up under his desk but that wouldn't deter the Guide from doing his work. He took his usual seat and pulled up to the desk as much as he could, not caring particularly where his feet where going. Gaige could sleep around them for all he cared.

This was ridiculous!

And so Miles would sit that way for awhile, unless his unexpected guest protested, or someone else came in to bother him.

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