Crack RP Meme

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In honor of April 1st (and a day early) I give you:

THE CRACK RP MEME!

That's right folks, it's time to bust out all the ridiculous, silly, cracktastical shenanigans you know you've always wanted to play but your characters would never do on the ship.

Random characters you will never app are fine. Joke journals are fine too. It's pretty much a party in here! 8D

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[bigbad]

[Helpless laughter. Sorry, Angel. Your pain is hilarious.]

[made-o-felt.livejournal.com]

[Have a really annoyed puppet trying to beat the snot out of you, Spike. Again.]

[bigbad]

[Spike could totally take him if he weren't still cracking up. As it is, he mostly just does his best to hold Angel arm's length away.]

Wee little puppet man!

[made-o-felt.livejournal.com]

[That's mostly working, actually, since Angel's a bit smaller than he usually is. Doesn't mean he's not trying to wriggle his way out of the grip so he can get at Spike.]

Don't...call...me...that!!!

[bigbad]

Still got a big forehead, though. Did it even shrink with the rest of you?

[He's strong for something so small and fuzzy. Spike's having trouble holding on. Not that he'll admit it.]

[made-o-felt.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, part of being an excitable puppet means that he can be distracted much easier than normal. He abruptly stops trying to pummel Spike and shifts back.]

I don't know, Spike. Did your brain get fried along with the rest of your head when you started bleaching your hair?

[He pauses for a moment, then frowns and hops down.]

No, that doesn't make sense. If his brain wasn't fried, then my forehead...

Argh! I hate this.

[bigbad]

[Gives him an extremely concerned look.]

Don't tax yourself too much. You've got nothing but fluff in your head.

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Hey! I do not!

[He'll just ignore that sneaky suspicion that he just might. There's certainly enough stuffing in other places at the moment, after all. Better to grumble at Spike instead.]

You see how you feel when you're made of felt and your nose comes off.

[bigbad]

[Spike would mention something about how that'll never happen to him, but he can't resist reaching forward and pulling off Angel's nose.]

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[Angel - not surprisingly - is sounding quite nasal now.]

Spike! Gib dat back!

[bigbad]

[Ignores Angel's orders cause that's what Spike does, and examines the nose.]

Can you smell from this thing? When it's not attached to you, I mean?

[made-o-felt.livejournal.com]

[And Angel'll ignore the question because, well, it's Spike. He makes a grab for the nose.]

I'm serious. Gib by nose back.

[bigbad]

Make me.

[Tosses it over Angel's head and catches it in his other hand.]