call me out

[blitzente]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ for the rest, see here. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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Korra plz

[slobber]

[Nothing like a nice stroll home with one's groceries, contemplating what to do with this cabbage for dinner tonight, wondering when you'll see the Avatar again...]

Caryl no

[onmyterms]

[Where some people would see dinner, Korra sees a target. Don't mind the sudden, ferocious gust of wind to Foamy's side - she's training, so it's all good, right? Sure, they aren't in a temple or anything, but come on, nobody else is around!]

YUP SURE DID

[slobber]

[WHAT ON EARTH. He drops the cabbage in surprise, looking around wildly.]

Wh-who's there?!

[Yeah, he's trying to sound tough, but he's actually kind of excited: He only knows of one airbender...]

[onmyterms]

Sorry! [That yell comes from quite a distance away, but it's already more than enough evidence by itself that the Water Tribe looking young woman running up to him isn't the same airbender he knows.] I guess I got a little carried away. What're you doing all the way out here by yourself?

[slobber]

Well, I was on my way home from the market, and...

[Thought he'd take the scenic route, but there are more interesting things at hand than the scenery, such as how damn Water Tribe this girl looks.] You're not from the Southern Water Tribe, are you?

[Hey, even if the Avatar's not with her, maybe she knows where he could find him!]

and for Osaka

[thenwhowasdenwa]

[idek]

[grainsoftruth]

[Osaka smiles warmly at the girl and points up at the beautifully clear winter sky.] Look, doesn't that really tiny, wispy cloud all the way up there kinda make you think of a jellyfish?

[This would be a pretty normal thing to say if they'd already been in a conversation or ever met each other. They weren't, and haven't. She just happened to be walking past.]

[thenwhowasdenwa]

[She actually sees nothing abnormal in this. Indeed, she just takes a moment to squint into the sky for this wisp of a cloud.

[It's a long moment. She has a long way to look up.

[But eventually:] Hey, it does! That bit off to the side is like its tentacles - [Wavey arms!]

[grainsoftruth]

Like its tentacles? Really? [She tilts her head to one side as she looks at it again. After a second, though, she does see it, and laughs.] Ah, it sure is! So that's two things, huh? Looks like it could be a real jellyfish after all.

[thenwhowasdenwa]

[She nods, beaming.] We should find somewhere to lie down and look at them some more!

[Hey, she's got a good coat on; she's okay.]

Juri!

[fightingforapurpose]

Katou-san - I... just wanted to let you know that Yamaki-san sent the packets last night.

[handpuppeted]

[Her heart skips a beat. It isn't a surprise in any real sense, but there's an incessant part of her that's been insisting the whole idea would flop just by virtue of her getting involved (or maybe because of what she tried to send; she wasn't exactly selfless about it, after all).

Still, this isn't about her - and she can change, one step at a time. It only takes a moment before she beams at him even brighter than her finely-honed restaurant greeter smile.]

That's a relief. I'm sure everyone on the other side will be happy to find them, too.

[fightingforapurpose]

[Jen smiles back, relieved by that beam.] Yes, of course - I'll let you know if we get anything back from Culumon and Impmon.

[He didn't listen to the recordings, only asked whom they were going to so that the packets could be tagged properly, and visually checked the sound waves for any plosives and other quality issues.

[Pause.]

Is... Is everything okay with you? Takato told me you wanted to be alone after recording your message...

Yosuke - I'm thinking about joining Asgard if that's alright?

[izanyagi]

[Picture this; there's about ten cats around the both of you, and what you thought was going to be one of those male bonding sessions actually turned into "your partner is attempting to pet all the cat's heads".]

How are you doing, Yosuke?

[No cats have attacked you, he hopes.]

fff, I think it'd be more than all right! :> this app round or later?

[windbreak]

Huh? Oh, uh, I'm fine.

[He looks down; most of the cats are more interested in the guy giving out free scratches behind the ears than in the guy currently hanging back a little for fear of treading on them, but one small tabby nearby seems to be mortally offended by Yosuke's feet, and is fluffing itself up accordingly. Maybe it can smell bear on him. ...Wait, ugh, no, forget he ever thought that.]

It's just, when I called you and you said you might be busy...

[This isn't a topic he wants to broach without a healthy amount of trepidation, but...]

I'm not sure yet. Idk if this month might be too early after the last Yu.

[izanyagi]

[He ends up picking a small black cat up and starts to pet it almost nonchalantly. The other cats look on in a mixture of jealousy and attempting to rub on his feet.]

Yeah, I was feeding them when you called.

[Yu Narukami, the great hero to stray cats everywhere...although he may have an idea of where you want to go with this, partner.

Buuuuut he's just going to pet this cat's ears instead.]

well good luck if/when you decide haha, I'd love to get to play off an active Yu!

[windbreak]

Well... [If he already does, that's good, because after five seconds of staring down the rest of those cats, Yosuke surrenders. More than anything else, it's the face Yu says it with. Every damn time.] N-Never mind.

[But...!]

Do I want to know where you picked up this many?

Teddie, Yosuke or Kanji, your pick

[deathboss]

[However this strange tale of things that could not be but were now happening, the both of you were in a small, crowded bathroom at the train station.]

Okay babe, it's time for Michel to show you how to put on makeup properly!

[May the gods save your soul.]

sod it

[penumbeara]

[It'd probably be less crowded in here if Teddie took the bear suit off, but naturally that's out of the question. Even as he squeaks closer to the grimy mirror, the door slams behind them for something like the fourth time as yet another passerby decides he isn't that desperate and hops right back out of the room.]

Hee hee, I can't bear the suspense! So, so? Where do we start?

Emp Komaeda vs Komaeda

[eyeswideopen]

[He wakes to the sound of the waves right by his ear. His whole body aches, deep down, all the way to the bones. Pain is good. Pain means he's alive.

Slowly other sounds filter through the dim haze. Sea gulls cry, just distance enough to pin point they're off shore over the water. He takes a sharp breath and rolls over onto his hands and knees. The long grey coat he'd worn to work this morning drapes around him like a cloak. He holds himself up his hands and uses the time to figure out where he is.

The stretch of beach greeting his eyes is far too familiar. He jerks his head sharply to the right and there surrounded by palm trees is one of the ugly, bumble bee yellow survielence cameras. But there's no one else around.

No Hinata. No Nanami. He'd just been with them in a cafe not far from the bookstore he works at on Market street. His mouth twists into a thin bitter line. Had his luck finally turned hard enough to rip that beautiful world from him?

Komaeda gets his feet under him and slowly climbs to his feet, smoothing out plain white dress shirt and gets another glance around. Still nothing.

A laugh bubbles up his chest and he lets it spilling into the air. Because of course.]

[interhoper]

...Jeez, what an annoying sound. Hurry up and fall back asleep.

[Those footsteps from behind belong to someone who should not be upright. Nagito should not be awake. He should not be able to wake. Medical reasons aside, even though he is a little more familiar with them in this context than a lot of people - he's never staked any of his hopes on a useful kind of afterlife. People without worth will believe in any old thing, he knows, until they know better. He knows better.

Hell, if you want to get technical about it, he doesn't even really believe in hope. It's a fact of the universe, something that would keep existing even if he cared as little for it as those poor excuses for human beings he'd thought he was leaving behind for good. No, for as long as he can remember, Nagito has only ever had cause to believe in one thing. And now, for the first time, it seems to have evaded him.

It can't have. Nagito's mental model of the universe doesn't allow for it. So, naturally, it didn't. This is another part of the test, like the pain and the urge to scream. After everything else he's seen Monokuma get up to, producing some bizarre near-doppelganger and dumping it next to him on the beach must be child's play. He'll figure out what the point of it was, before too long. He'll figure out what happened, where the others went, and then he'll continue on. No question. The future depends on it, and he was already on limited time.

He's already made one rough circuit of this too-familiar island by the time his shoes crunch into this too-perfect sand again. Honestly, he wouldn't have bothered if not for the laugh. Today has been a long day. He's tired. He's very, very tired of everything about his situation. With any luck - hah - this strangely-dressed could-be-brother of his will catch the look on his face and bear the full brunt of his displeasure.]

[eyeswideopen]

[He stops laughing. Thunder rumbles like some slumbering beast stirring in the dark as he slowly turns to face the source of that all too familiar voice. It's a vision of the past, little over a year ago. He hates it.

Komaeda narrows his eyes, not bothering to answer the intruder. There's no point. It's one of those dreams where all that he was is shoved in his face. He can already hear the chains rattling like a grim reminder of all that she carved into him. Or could goad him too.

His doppleganger lacks the strength he's spend nearly a year honing. His hair is shorter, and that darkness in his eyes is a sharp contrast his own pierced with inner light. None of his disgust shows on his face. Not yet anyway.]

So, what will it be this time? Just this once I'll pretend I'm curious when we both know it's going to be a dismal, disappointing trip.

[interhoper]

...

[A deliberate, pointed silence is the only answer Nagito cares to give. Which would make them square, he supposes, if it actually mattered.

It does raise the marginally more interesting question of how this was intended to go. An attempt to make him tear himself down from the inside, maybe? Show him what he could have been? Well, it won't work. He knows exactly what his meagre life is worth, and that's why he's going to pull through this unscathed.

Rather than pay an undue amount of attention to his impostor, he glances up at the closest surveillance camera, nestled high in a palm tree.]

...Actually, it is interesting. If Monokuma is so desperate that this is his doing, that means... my plan was something he felt the need to stop, even at the very last second. And here I thought he was playing along so well.

[He sighs, brushing a little of his brittle hair away from his eyes. Even the irritatingly relaxed sea breeze might have a point to it, if his deductions are right. Gotta keep an open mind. That's a pain, too.]

Well, I'm going to go check on the state of the other islands. If you change your mind and decide to really be curious, let me know.

GIMME SOMETHING IDK

[shootmepls]

[ Carlos casually walks up to you with a grin. ]

Hey, how's it going? You wanna hit up one of the ice cream shops?

[HAHAHA..ICE CREAM.]

i....... forgot about this

[meowchanics]

[Don't mind Sigmeow, hastily closing a browser tab on this public access computer.]

What the fuck, keep it down! We're in a library!

[...he says, even louder than Carlos.]