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Call Me Out Meme;

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

★ Active; Currently in game
★ Strong; Confident in voice
★ Medium; Confident enough, but needs review
★ Medium; Not confident yet and needs review
★ Weak; Needs canon review
★ Weaker; Have not been able to voice test

【♛】refer to the list above for muses.
【♛】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!
(just know that smut will probably not happen, but I can try.)
【♛】feel free to make up a scenario at the start, refer to memes, or wait to see what happens on their own.
【♛】i'm up for anything, but here's a list of muses I want to play the most at this point of time.
【♛】i am able to pull out whomever, but some journals may require canon review or linking icons.
【♛】i basically put down entire muselist with journal and icons, but you may always refer back to this
if you would like to know about the character/canon better if provided.

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[At this point, she's used to the chronal accelerator. Even if it was a bit in the way, she'll still cling onto Lena as much as she can. The moment she said that though, she gave her a small frown, caressing her cheek lightly with her hand.]

No, you're not. I'm... I'm sorry that I'm being selfish.

[She didn't want her to think that, because Emily knew damn well that Lena took good care of her to the best of her abilities. Hearing that though... she couldn't help but hope she'd do it, but that was still something to think about. After a moment she did a small sigh and a sad smile.]

Only if he'd be okay with it. I mean... If you really have to go... [She really had no right to stop her, but man she wanted her to stay.]

[She cups a hand over Emily's, her thumb tracing small circles against it, savoring the moment. When your whole life is built around speed, you tend to embrace the slower moments, the small details that blur in the rush. The smell of lemon tea that permeates their flat. The sound of Emily's breathing. The way her smile's still potent enough to make her feel weak in the knees, even after all this time.]

[She sighs, shoulders slumping and those ever troublesome bangs flop down, covering one eye. She never stood a chance.]

Listen to us, would you? If we don't watch it, we'll spend the whole ruddy night apologizing to each other.

[She presses a finger to the side of her goggles, activating the comm.]

Hey, big guy! You mind if I beg off tonight. [Pause.] Ff course I know you all of you can handle things without me. [Her eyes go wide, and she sputters at first, her cheeks turning pink.] Y-You tell him it's none of his business why I'm staying home! Yeah... you be careful! Promise I'll be there next time.

[She cuts off the comm, looks to Emily, a little flustered.]

So, um. We're good, love. And Winston says hello. And I'm gonna punch McCree the next time I see him...

[Emily couldn't help but give a small chuckle to that. It was true... and also why they really didn't fight. They wouldn't be able to stay mad at each other for long before barreling back into each others' arms with apologies.

Even so, she just watched as she called it in, cocking her head off to the side slightly when she started to get flustered. After the following statement, she couldn't help but giggle slightly. Sometimes the girlfriend needed to win too.

She didn't really know McCree all that well, but she's heard enough stories to connect the conversation to the name. Reaching for her hand to pull her to the couch with her..]

So... What did he say to make you react like that? I'm curious now.

[Lena didn't offer any resistance, falling in line easily behind her as they returned to the couch. One of the (admittedly many) things about Emily was the way they could both be content doing nothing more than sitting on the couch. She'd never been great with planning, after all.]

[Where she did offer resistance, however, was in responding to that question. Tugging her goggles free with her free hand gave her a chance to stall, and she added an exasperated sigh for good measure.]

The words that come out of McCree's mouth often bypass his brain entirely. But if you must know...

[She squints, mouth contorting into an exaggerated scowl. When she speaks, the voice that comes out is somewhere between McCree and the world's worst Clint Eastwood impression.]

"Well now, I reckon she's gone and fallen into a redhead's trap and won't get out 'til morning."

[Despite the annoyance and still visible embarrassment, it's hard for Lena to keep a smile off her face for long.]

I'm making a point to never introduce the two of you... though I'm not sure if it's for your protection or his.

[If nothing else, Emily grounded Lena when she was in her speedy habits. Emily's life was far less interesting compared to Lena's, but she did everything she could to make her feel like she always had a warm home to come back to.

She couldn't help that chuckle, giving her an amused look to the impression attempt.]

He's got a point, you know? I am pretty possessive sometimes.

[She wasn't actually, but she did take advantage of whatever time she could get with Lena.]

[Lena's first response is a quirked brow, followed by the trademark smirk.]

Oh, so he was right to warn me about you? Suppose I better be careful then.

[She's so worried that she drapes her arms over Emily's shoulders. She'd done more than keep her grounded, of course. She was the anchor that kept Lena tethered to reality after the accident. She could probably go on for hours about just how much Emily means to her (and probably has after a night in the pub). But for now? She settles for leaning in and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.]

Eh, sod that. I'll take my chances.

Perhaps. Who knows? [In return for the kiss, she'll sneak a quick peck from her.] Since I have managed to snag you, how would you like to enjoy the evening?

[Oh, Emily. You can't distract her with a kiss then ask the hard questions.]

Hmmmmm... definitely feel like this is a stay in sorta night, don't you? I think I'm good with anything that gives us an excuse to stay on the couch and cuddle.

[Even after all this time, her cheeks color. Even as their love has grown, there are still flickers of the nervous energy she felt from the earliest days of her crush.]

[And now they were living, happily together. Emily wouldn't have it any other way.]

Hmm... That sounds good to me. [It's what they usually did, but any time with Lena was welcomed.] I suppose we should make some dinner first though.

[The sigh Lena replies with isn't exaggerated. It's not even fair to call it theatric. It's outright scenery chewing, her body slumping back against the couch, her whole body melting into it like a deflated balloon.]

Bloody hell, you kept me home so I'd make you dinner. You're sneaky.

[Truth be told, Lena adores cooking for Emily, even if her skills in the kitchen are aggressively mediocre at best. There's something magical about making a meal for the one you love, and the affection that goes into the meal hopefully makes up for what it lacks in taste.]

Well then, out with it. What did you want tonight?

No, I kept you home because I missed you. [Correction.] But I wouldn't mind.

[Emily was usually the one who cooked dinner, but she'll always appreciate when Lena cooks for her. Has she ate better food? Sure. But it didn't matter to her. The gesture was enough for her that she would happily eat Lena's cooking any time.]

Hmm... I don't have anything in mind. [Getting up to grab an apron and put it on.] But we can figure it out together.

Hmmm. Well then, let's see what we've got!

[No apron for Lena, thanks to the chronal accelerator still being firmly in place. She could slip it into the charger once they'd finished cooking, be free from it for a little while longer.]

[The usual staples are present. Fish, beef, chicken, along with a pantry full of veggies and sauces that are ready to make dinner. While Lena is partial to pub fare, one doesn't spend time around an international team without expanding their palate a little.]

Realize this sounds silly given I was all set to do some heroing, but I'd really rather keep the dirty dishes to a minimum. Rather avoid pruny fingers if I can!

And here I thought I was the picky one. [Playfully nudging her.]

Since you're not home as often, I'll let you decide what we make then.

[She huffs, jutting her jaw out.]

I'm not being picky, love. I'm being lazy. I was knackered before I begged off tonight, y'know.

[A quick peek in the fridge.] Betcha I could whip up a pretty tasty stir fry. That way we can pretend to be healthy... until we have dessert.

I could always make it for you, you know. [She'll give her a small chuckle.] Sounds like stir fry it is then!

But if I sit out making dinner, how am I going to be able to demand love and affection for all the hard work I put in?

[Lena gives her a playful nudge with her shoulder before pulling out a few spices from the pantry and a large wok from under the sink. Winston gives odd but wonderfully practical gifts.]

So, how spicy do you want it?

[As if pretending to put on a thoughtful sigh...]

You've got a point... Tricky girl. [And a small wink.] Hmm... I trust you. Surprise me.

[Just know your love and affection depends on how spicy it is.]

Oy, that's a dangerous thing you've just said.

[Still, Emily's from the British Isles and doesn't spend a good chunk of time around people with varied tastes, so it'll be a gentle kick of heat rather than a full roundhouse. The couch is comfy but she'd rather not be sleeping on it tonight.]

[She wastes no time getting oil in the wok, then some chicken, a selection of frozen veggies, some of the rice she makes ahead every week (the last thing you want to do after a day of hero-ing is make an involved dinner) and a few other goodies. No measuring cups or spoons, that just wouldn't be Lena.]

And here we have the amazing hero, saving dinner with a meal that's both delicious and healthy! Is there anything she can't do?

[And now Operation Make Emily Laugh has commenced in earnest.]

[Good choice. Emily did offer to at least help with dinner, but seeing as Lena seemed to have everything under control, she'll just take a seat at the table and watch in leisure.

With that, Emily just crack a grin, lightly rolling her eyes.]

Wow. My hero. Always in the nick of time. Without you, I'd be eating unhealthy food all of the time. Thank goodness you came to save the day.

[Not true. She mostly cook over eating out, but she'll play along. Not a laugh necessarily, but it's close enough.]

Edited 2020-08-26 07:18 (UTC)

[It's a side effect of being a hero, Lena tends to want to take care of everything on her own, be it saving people from a burning building or making a meal.

[...and yeah, she's also trying really hard to impress Emily. That never stops for her. She leans away from the stove, that ever-present grin plastered across her face.]

See, and when you first met me you probably thought I was just another pretty face, didn'tcha?

[With a snicker, she returns to the food in the wok, stirring the food as it cooks.]

Huh. Do we have any wine that would go with stir fry? I'm lousy at pairing this stuff.

[In her defense, Lena's pairing food and wine typically stops with fish and chips complemented by a pint of bitter.]

[Lena, please... Let your girlfriend take care of you too sometimes.]

Actually... I was thinking that I was probably too drunk and I shouldn't be hitting on anyone in that state. But you're not wrong about having a pretty face.

[Their meeting was definitely more meaningful than that, but the mood was right for jokes. With the mention of wine though, she got up to go check what they had. It looked like their stock was running low, but luckily enough, she happened to find some Pinot Blanc.]

Does this work? We'll have to pick some more up soon.

[Sorry, that's a side effect of the hero gig. You're always convinced you have to help everyone else. Though she'll relent every so often for Emily. She's just... really stubborn.]

[Even if she made the statement first, there's a tinge of pink in her cheeks that she tries to hide by turning back to the stove.]

Hate to tell you love, but you're stuck with me now. No take backs!

[Lena had been drinking a bit too, but sobered right up when the pretty redhead came over and started talking to her. Sometimes she still couldn't believe it.]

Hmmm. Hopefully!

We could always nip out to the store in the morning, provided the world doesn't need saving before then!

[You have to take the opportunity when you give an opening like that, Lena. She's pretty happy with herself for getting that reaction.]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[For now, she'll just add that to the grocery list on the fridge door.]

[She stumbles her way into those moments more often than she'd care to admit. Good thing she's okay with laughing at herself.]

Besides, I can't criticize you too much. I was the one who got snockered on our first anniversary.

[In her defense, it wasn't too long after The Incident so she celebrated a wee bit too much.]

And I think it's ready! I hope, at least. Time to see if I've still got it in the kitchen.

How exciting. It's not often that I get to eat your cooking these days.

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