1084. The OC Random Scenario Meme

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THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) RANDOM SCENARIO MEMEThis is something the mods have been working on. If you post to this meme it is understood that you are not only okay with playing with OC's, but you are specifically looking for this interaction. Please read the instructions, this meme has been heavily edited and adapted

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Meghan Wolfe

[can_see_clearly]

Awkward conversation

Oh this is great, looks like her guide for the evening ditched her because she can hear the crowd in the cafe starting to thin a bit too much. Probably too late for her to catch the bus back home too. Great, means a cab. Wouldn't be that bad if she had her cane, which was in Joyce's car.

"Great, you can be such an airhead at times..."

[hunter_returns]

They'd called a mini-vacation inbetween jobs. Dean was happily chatting up both a blonde and a redhead at the bar, which meant Sam was solo for the rest of the evening. He just hoped his brother had the good graces to get a separate hotel room. He was too tall to sleep in the Impala comfortably anymore. His eye caught the blonde muttering to herself, looking more than a little unhappy.

"Hey, is everything all right? Can I help?"

[can_see_clearly]

Meghan bit her lip a little when she heard the voice and turned towards it. "Yeah, my friend just decided to be her forgetful self. Not the first time she's left me stranded."

Her eyes didn't seem to focus on him, she had turned her whole body, keeping one hand on the table. She was trying decide if she should just ask him to help her to the phone so she could call for a cab or not.

[hunter_returns]

As a rule, Sam was aware of his surroundings and the people around him at all times. It was something that had been drilled into him since he was a kid. So when she turned, but not completely, his brows furrowed a bit.

"You need a ride home? No funny business, I promise. But it's getting late and I think they're getting ready to shut the place down." Briefly, Sam considered flashing one of his FBI badges and discarded the idea just as quickly as it had come. A quick wave to his brother sauntering out the door confirmed he was indeed solo for the rest of the night. "I don't know how much longer cabs might be running in the area."

Ivy Weaver| Batman/ DC Comics OC | Open

[blindingtrust]

((Be prepared for slow-tagging. Vacation coming up.))

Action- Interrogation

Ivy slams a hand onto the table in front of her. She is in a police interrogation room and pulling off her scary blind lawyer look very well.

"Tell me what the hell you were thinking. You were found standing over the body. The police tell me they have a very strong case against you.... I can be reasonable."

She moves away pacing like a caged tiger.

"Talk to me," the Assistant District Attorney demands sounding very grave.

Angst-- Injury

The gun shot goes off. The sound is utterly deaafening and Ivy is slumped back. There's something warm on her jacket and all she can really feel is hot white pain. It shoots through her and she hears shouting but it seems all so distant now.

At least she got in the way. The kid is safe.

Fuck this hurts.

Fluff- FlirtationThey're having lunch and Ivy is in high spirits. The wine is good and the company is excellent. She really gets along with the person who joined her and she smiles brightly in their direction

Action- Interrogation (I hope this works for you.)

[worthy]

It was out of respect for the Midgardian authorities that he allowed them to remove him from the crime scene - as they'd call it - without a fight. He hasn't spoken since they brought him in.

Thor is in plain clothes, somewhat bloodied, though none of the blood is his own. As the police possibly discovered, he doesn't carry identification. He does have a very limited issue Stark Industries phone, with no saved contacts or pictures, and he's had several missed calls since he's been in custody. His ringtone is predictably set to 'Thunderstruck', which says more about someone else's sense of humor than his own

Oh my! Yes. >:3

[blindingtrust]

She's like some kind of creature of myth more than a mere mortal woman. Something that seeks justice and focuses on that and nothing else. Her anger over the man's death almost makes the air almost taste different. He was one of hers damn it she won't fail them.

"He was a cop, you know." She moves pulling out several pictures. A clearly happy looking police officer. His pretty wife and his young boy are also featured.

"One of our best. He was very good at what he did." She places another picture of a crime scene so similar to the one Thor stumbled upon.

"This happened several weeks earlier. Do you see anything similar?" Her expression is very expressive in telling Thor everything. She still thinks he's guilty. That he might be connected to an earlier death.

"If it wasn't you we still have a killer to find. I don't like wasting my time."

[worthy]

He still doesn't fully comprehend the nature of mortal professions, but without being told, he could understand this as her calling; something she feels she must do, rather than something she is paid for. He can respect her determination

[rebutle]

Gen: Costume Party (Masquerade Ball!)

The ballroom is full of women in frothy waves of lace and layers of satins, accompanied by men in sharp suits and the rare military uniform. And all of them masked, feathery confections dyed bright colors and sculpted leather, simple domino masks and ornate Venetian affairs.

Abigail feels oddly giddy under cover of anonymity. Tonight, she's not the administrative head and organizational goddess seen at work. Instead, she is an ethereal and airy Titania, queen of fairies, her hair a mass of curls on her head, draped with strands of pearls. Her seafoam green dress clings to her upper half, and blossoms out from her hips to the floor, making her feel every bit the royal she's playing. Her mask is white lace and evokes the form of a butterfly.

The musicians playing on the white marble floor begin a lively song, and Abigail turns to the nearest stranger, offering her hand for a dance.

[theboyscout]

Clark has no idea how he keeps finding himself waist deep in these kinds of situations. Most of his associates know that dancing is not one of his talents, and that his aptitude for it falls somewhere between 'okay, I guess' and 'please save me'. But word from Above means he's there covering it for an editorial on modern day masques

[rebutle]

"Fake it until you make it." She has an Irish accent, and a wry humor in her voice as she follows him. "I'm still learning myself. But after all, no one will know who you were in the morning."

For all that she claims to be unskilled, she still has an airy grace to her, moving in her gown and petticoats as though they weigh nothing. It helps, perhaps, that her heels are some of the lowest at the dance. She's tall enough without artificial aid.

Once they're amid the crowd of dancers, she turns to him, waiting for him to take lead. Her eyes sparkle behind her mask with a golden glow that she'll explain away as color contacts if anyone asks.

[theboyscout]

His answering smile is a bit wry. "It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Or a foot." The tone, on the other hand, is a little worried, even if he's the only one who knows the potential danger.

Thanks to the air of anonymity that the masks provide, Clark doesn't have to be quite as clumsy as he normally is during the course of the day. He moves smoothly, cutting efficiently through the space around him, and probably looms over her a little at 6'4".

His eyes, without being muted by glasses, are a startling shade of blue. He won't explain them at all if asked. Which is probably a good thing, once he steps into place and turns the two of them around just slightly slower than the tempo, because Clark is very quietly counting his steps. Out loud, yes.

[in_my_office]

#2 okay? Natasha can be his new assistant maybe?

[red_ledger]

[Natasha stops what she's doing and looks up.]

Yes. I'm Natalie, your new assistant.

[in_my_office]

[red_ledger]

[She cradles the stack of folders in her arm and reaches out to return the handshake.]

It's pleasure, Mr. Butler. I'm looking forward to working with you. I've heard nothing but good things. [She says, a slight smile on her face.]

[red_ledger]

I only come when I have some free time, which isn't often. [She says, smiling back.]

[red_ledger]

[She takes a sip of her drink.] You could say that. How about? I take it you're a regular around here?