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[kuwata]

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

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. also, feel free to ask for anyone from my very messy, outdated muselist that's not listed here; i'll probably play most anyone that's not under retired or the umineko category bc god that's gonna take a long time to canon review for. bear in mind, voices will be extremely shaky! ♛ 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/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. alternatively, if you'd like me to start, then post a top-level and lmk! meme code.

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how does komaru feel about stupid threads

[cherryblooded]

Incidentally...

[That's not a promising way to start a dinner conversation.]

If my daughter ever arrives here, about how embarrassing would it be if I tried to set you up on a date with her?

requesting minako, pokemons are optional

[charcoalfeather]

...Huh?

[She's having a hard time believing what she's hearing right now, and all of this because of a simple slip of the tongue...]

W-what do you mean, a "practice date"?

Komaru?

[niceguypose]

[Welcome to the Not-So-Dark AU, where there are still Warriors of Hope and robot Monokumas, but they're at cartoon supervillain levels of bad.

But they're still enemies who need to be taken on! That's why Rock Lee, the Super High School Level Hot-Blooded Hardworker of Youth, has been taking Komaru under his wing and trying to train her for their coming fight. Lee can't do it alone, and Komaru is the only person available to help! Because everyone else has been kidnapped, or something.

Lee's grown very fond of her during this time, but he doesn't want to let it interferer with her training. Especially not on the day before the Big Showdown! At the end of this workout, Lee flexes as he calls out to her.]

Komaru-san! Please tell me! Do you feel absolutely, positively ready for this hot-blooded showdown?! It could define our youths!

for yama

[idolminded]

[ The Tragedy was entirely unexpected. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that they were enjoying their peaceful, carefree days as high school students at Hope's Peak Academy, but now, those days have long since been lost. They were no longer students, but unwilling captives; the world outside was far too dangerous for them to leave, what with the killing and plundering and other horrific acts committed in the sake of despair, so they had no other choice but to reside in their school-turned-shelter until the disaster subsided.

However, Sayaka was beginning to believe that it wouldn't ever subside. In the beginning, she had hope; after all, there was no way that the authorities wouldn't be able to resolve the incident; but every passing day, every time she heard the chilling screams and the sounds of rapid gunfire coming from outside, her hope and belief that things would someday return to normal waned to the point that it was all but nonexistent.

Only a sliver remained, but it would be wrong of her to say that it was her own hope. No, it was the hope that one particular Naegi Makoto had instilled in her and continued to instill in her, even when she teetered dangerously between hope and despair, daring to fall into the latter's dark clutches at any given moment. It was him who always kept her from giving in completely to despair, and because of that, she felt as though just maybe she could keep believing that things would get better.

...But it's hard for her to believe that on her own, and that's why she finds herself knocking gently on Naegi's door, a bashful, almost shameful expression on her features while she waits outside for an answer. She feels guilty for constantly relying on him like this, and she wouldn't fault him for feeling frustrated with her, but...he's the only person Sayaka knows she can depend on. It isn't as though she dislikes the rest of their class, but there's something special about Naegi; there's always been, ever since their first year of junior high when she saw him rescue that crane, and it's a certain sort of specialness that she can't quite put her finger on.

...Or perhaps one that she won't quite put her finger on just yet. ] ...Naegi-kun? Are you in there?

Nanami

[sononizaki]

[ So here's the situation: someone (spoilers: it's Mion) has found a game called the Heart Throbbing School Trip and it's supposedly some new VR Dating Sim, and since it was something new and exciting for the club leader, she opts to try it out.

Only to find out that the game managed to suck her in - quite literally - before she promptly finds the gamer girl at the hotel, playing on one of the game cabinets. This is definitely something that was different from the many board and card games that she had played with her friends constantly, but then again she's from the 1980s, so that's definitely A Thing.

But she's going to make sure she wins this, too. ]

Yo. This old man wants to know what kind of game you're playing. And if you'd let me play one with you.

Ruruka~

[helpsthemedicinegodown]

[So...that was it. It was all over. And now, nothing. Nothing left to do, to aspire towards or even think about. There was just emptiness, and eternity in the void, slipping away bit by bit into nothing until she vanished completely. Seemed fitting at least, if she was that lucky.]

[Kimura didn't feel much now. Not sadness, anger or fear of what would not be her forever in death. Even the heavy guilt and regret that had spurred her on, kept her alive and gave her purpose for so long, and had eventually destroyed her in those final moment of living, seemed to have evaporated into the nothingness. There was only her now, or at least the husk of what was left of the person she once was, just standing there in a blank, desolate room, in whatever sort of limbo she was not condemned to.]

[Except it wasn't just her. There was someone else, and only just now had she noticed, as if they had appeared from thin air. Not only that, but out of all the people she could have encountered, there before her was the last individual she wanted to see ever again. Why? Hate would the obvious answer, that was a part of it at least. But more than anything else, it came down to confusion. She didn't know what to feel, what to do, what to say to her. She could only stare back, surprised and uncertain of what the next step should be.]

[Not unexpected though. Ruruka was always the one to talk, so she doubted she'd have to wait long before some words where hurled in her general direction.]