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roadrunnermuses2012-07-09 07:33 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote in roadrunnermuses2012-07-09 07:33 pm
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meme } { call me beep me if you wanna reach me
I stole this from plurk, and technically it will be going back to plurk, but I'm posting it here so I don't have to plurk paste. I'm lazy like that.
SO. HERE'S THE GIST. You respond to this comment with two characters, a voicemail or text, and a verse (if applicable) and I will give you context. These are pretty much guaranteed to be crack in any shape or form, but if you give me something serious it could be serious too.
Just comment here -- you can put more than one in each comment if you like -- and I will give you drabbles.
This is all you're getting for this scenario, sorry. Enjoy~
i hope that this is a suitable response
Dean looks up from the burger he is currently deciding how to devour to give his brother a look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am an awesome person.”
Sam continues to fix him with a look as he dives into his burger, heedless of whatever bitchface Sam is throwing at him this time. “Dude, he just lost his wife.”
“Yeah, like—a year ago. He needs to get back on the horse. Get back out into the world. I’m totally doing him a favor.”
“You conned him into charming someone we suspect to be a member of the coven. You really think that that is the best girl to get back on the horse with?”
Dean rolls his eyes as he tries to talk over the lump of food in his mouth. “I would have done it, but she wasn’t into me—she was into him, God only knows why. He stood a better chance of getting in there, and not drawing any suspicion, or getting caught up in whatever witchy deathtraps she had on the way. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’s on the good guy’s side anyway.”
“Pretty sure.”
“Yeah—sixty, sixty five percent.”
Sam just runs one hand over his face before digging into his bird food salad. “I really can’t take you anywhere.”
Dean gives him a bit of a look himself, before continuing to eat his burger. He’s just finishing it off when his phone buzzes on the table next to him and he picks it up. When he reads it, he laughs. “Ric, you sly dog.”
“Do I even want to know?”
Dean smirks, before turning the phone around to face him. Across the screen in block type letters reads: The only place I haven't checked is her underwear drawer. I need to draw the line somewhere.
Sam just huffs, before shaking his head. “You’re lucky he didn’t get killed.”
“Or maybe he’s a whole lot smoother than we thought.” He shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth and reaches for his wallet. “Ready to go pick Romeo up?”
Sam sighs before nodding. “Yeah, let’s go get him.”
Elijah to Elena?
these both turned into spn crossovers, sorry.
“You make a point of handing out my phone number now.” It’s clear from Elijah’s tone that he doesn’t approve, but Elena just presses her lips together.
“It’s just a phone number, Elijah,” she sighs softly. “If you don’t want to talk to him, don’t answer the phone.”
“Yes, instead he’ll just appear out of nowhere. That’s much more convenient.”
“He’s the last of his kind.” Elena shifts her bag to her opposite shoulder. “He’s not looking to cause trouble for you, he just needs … a friend. Someone who’s seen the world change as much as he has.”
“He hardly behaves like someone who’s seen the world, Elena. He behaves like … a broken child.”
Elena stops where she’s walking through downtown as Castiel appears in front of her, still in his hospital scrubs and trenchcoat. She gives him a small smile, before responding. “He’s not broken. He’s just learning.”
“I’m sure.”
Elijah still doesn’t sound pleased, but Elena ignores that for the moment and just continues. “Besides, it could have been worse.”
“And how is that, exactly?”
“I could have given your number to Dean.”
There is a long pause on the other end of the line, because they both know that if the young hunter had the means, he would take every opportunity to bother Elijah without repentance. At least when it comes to Castiel, she knows that there’s a purpose to it.
“We will continue discussing this later.”
There is a click on the other end of the line, and Elena rolls her eyes, before slipping her phone back into her purse and smiling at the man in front of her. “Good morning, Castiel.”
“Good morning, Elena.”
Henry to Piper and/or Phoebe.
i apologize if my phoebe voice is super rusty
She should have known that before she even started, but … well, hindsight and all that.
“What did you do to Henry?”
Phoebe cringes more. “I was just trying to help.”
There’s a small frustrated sound from Piper, and she starts to charge off towards the kitchen, Phoebe right on her heels. “Do you know how dangerous those words are? When has ‘helping’ each other with magic ever gotten us anywhere?”
“Uh, lots of times?”
“Not without things exploding first,” Piper snaps back before tossing Phoebe’s coat at her, and pointing towards the door. “You are going to fix this. Now.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll fix it.” She slips her coat on over her shoulders as she follows Piper out of the room. “What am I fixing, exactly?”
***
When they arrive at Paige and Henry’s apartment, Phoebe is starting to fear the worst. Piper won’t tell her anything about what’s going on—or any time she tries, she’s met with frustrated noises and dirty looks. She gives up. Reluctantly, but she does. She pauses outside the door, before knocking lightly and waiting for the answer from the other side.
“Piper?” comes Paige’s voice from behind the door.
“Phoebe too. Can we come in?”
“Make it quick.”
Phoebe raises an eyebrow in her sister’s direction, and Piper just fixes her with a look again. She holds up her hands, gesturing for her to back off, before reaching forward to open the door. They both make their way into the apartment, and as Phoebe shuts the door behind them, Piper gasps.
“Oh, it can’t be that—” Her voice drops as she turns around, and she jumps three feet in the air. “—Oh my God.”
Standing in front of her is Paige and Henry. However, they’re not two separate people. They’re melded together like some kind two headed Siamese twin version of themselves. “See what I mean?” Henry says as Phoebe’s hand comes up to cover her mouth. “Way worse than that time Paige was in my head.”
“What the hell happened?” Paige demands, and Piper smirks.
“Ask Phoebe.”
The two heads swivel to focus on Phoebe, and she cringes a bit, before throwing her hands up in the air. “Don’t worry. I can fix it.”
Famous last words.
Elena => ...anyone idc
she was super loud all of the sudden?
“Why are you calling me? I texted you for a reason.”
“BUT YOU WERE A ROCKSTAR!”
“Ava,” Elena groans. “Hangover. Take the volume down a bit.”
“Sorry,” Ava replies, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I just think that giving up on this so soon is wasting your superstar potential.”
“I do not have superstar potential. I barely have me potential.”
“Elena Gilbert. You are a karaoke rockstar goddess, and I’m not going to let you squander this potential. You will sing again. I guarantee it.”
“Can you guarantee it when my head doesn’t feel like it’s being drilled with a jackhammer?”
“Yes. I can.” Technically it’s what she should have done, but this was an emergency. She knows when things need to be done and hangovers can’t stand in the way. “Want to come over later? I’ll make you a very greasy breakfast.”
There’s another groan. “If I survive the next few hours, maybe.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll bring you bacon.” Ava smirks. “See you later, Rockstar.”
“I hate that nickname already.”
Bonnie => Elena; idk where this came from
i ... don't even know myself.
“Sprinkles?”
“Yeah,” Bonnie says turning to face her. “It’s probably one of the weirdest conversations we’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, that’s the thing—when were we talking about sprinkles?”
“Last night?” Bonnie gives Elena more of a look, trying to figure out what she’s getting at. “We talked almost all night?”
“No, we didn’t. I was passed out all night. I fell asleep around eight and didn’t wake up until this morning.”
Bonnie crosses her arms in front of her chest, before reaches for Elena’s phone. She pushes the buttons for a moment, before showing her a list of text messages that were clearly made last night, but Elena knows that she’s clearly asleep. Something is up here. Elena takes the phone back, and starts reading through them.
“I didn’t send any of these.”
“If you didn’t, who did?”
There’s a beat, before they both respond at the same time.
“Damon.”
Elena sighs, running her hand through her hair. “I think you might want to ask him why you were talking about sprinkles.” A beat. “Also, why he felt he had to use my phone.”
“Believe me, I’ll do a whole lot more than that,” Bonnie sighs, before the both push away and head back into the hallway. “Though good to know I wasn’t going completely insane and making up text conversations.”
“Yeah. At least there’s that.”