It's Meme Friday!

[thewunderkind]

And now for a meme made just for the meatship! It's the adventures of:


Thank you Shae for the picture!

+ Post with your character

+ Your tagging partner goes to the Randomizer page and enters 1 - 4 on the True Random Number Generator.

+ Get a number!

+ Each number causes a special effect:

1 - Sex Swap! Surprise, you're suddenly the opposite sex of what you were before. Is your partner too (that depends on them)? If your character has neither, either ignore this one, or feel free to give them one now. Double the surprise!

2 - Soul Swap! Oh no! Looks like something malfunctioned on the ship and now you and your tagging partner have switched bodies. Will you try to fix it? ...Will one of you take advantage of it?

3 - Memory Swap! It appears you and your poor friend were stuck in a malfunction caused by Stacy and she has accidentally given each of you each other's precious memories. Not all of them mind you, but really important ones, especially the type you wouldn't want share around. What do you do now? How will this affect your relationship?

4 - Animal Swap! Oh fiddlesticks. Something went terribly wrong in the sensoriums and you've been turned into an animal. What is it? How does your partner react? Are you turned into an animal too? Can you fix this problem or will you be stuck like this...even when you step out?

+ Tag out all the terrible things that happen

+Profit!

Comments

Allenby Beardsley

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

2

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He feels so... ENERGIZED, for some reason. Like he just needs to get out and PUNCH something.

"Well, this is new."

Re: 2

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

And suddenly she is feeling much... different. Her whole body is no longer human. Or a 'her,' for that matter.

"What the hell?!"

Goliath

[not_the_philistine]

Zuko

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

3 - Part 1 lol

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

[You were laughed at and looked down on. Weak. Always weak, always falling short no matter how hard you tried. You remember it was better in the beginning. When you were young, it was okay that you were small, and your father--your father was a broken man for a while after your mother died. But you gave him comfort. You were a piece of the wife he'd lost and you were going to grow up to be big and strong and make him proud at every turn.

Only you didn't. You were the village weakling and you asked too many questions and prodded at too many things and got into too much trouble. You needed too much saving and too much looking after when your curiosity got you into trouble. You messed up so many times, machines you built going wrong, even accidentally blowing up the village brewery one particularly dragon-attack-filled summer. You never brought a dragon down, not for the longest time.

And every time you failed, you tried all that much harder to prove yourself to all of them, to make him proud, never giving up despite the laughter and the ridicule, dipping into reserves of inner strength and determination that should have made them admire you, that you didn't even realize gave you value all on their own.

You kept trying. When once they tolerated you, the kids your age stopped letting you hang out with them, unless they wanted you around for a laugh. You got abandoned whenever they got bored of laughing at you, you got headlocked and wedgied, sometimes shoved in the mud, and on one memorable occasion toppled into the river by Snotlout.

Always she watched, not participating but not stopping them--only interceding when things got too cruel, and you longed for the days when she let you make crowns of daisies to wear in her hair. She'd been the one to talk to you the longest, to be the kindest, until her father died and she decided you weren't being serious enough about the war with the dragons, that you were holding her back.

There was awkward silence in your house, a father that didn't understand you and probably didn't like you, a mother whose absence was almost palpable because of the space that all the would have beens and should have beens took up.

Then there was that moment that no one saw, when you finally took one down. You tracked him down in the woods, you held up your dagger and you said:

"I'm gonna kill you, dragon... I'm gonna, I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I'M A VIKING!" ]

Part 2 lol

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

[You had to shout it to the world to even believe it yourself. You had to be what they wanted, what your father wanted, you had to kill this--this beautiful creature with eyes like nothing you've ever seen, like a cat's eyes but with such intelligence behind them.

You had to--

You couldn't.

You're not weak but at the time, you think it's weakness. You think the compassion that drives you to cut the creature free is weakness. It almost costs you your life but the dragon decides to spare you in return.

Flash forward, there's a fish as a peace offering, a moment of tension, drawings scrawled on the ground that you have to gingerly step through, and then the gentle, deep sound of the beast's breathing at your back. In the greatest leap of faith possible, you close your eyes and hold out your hand, feeling his nose bump against it, and you realize that he's claimed you as his own. You're the first. The very first to be trusted by a dragon.

The first to ride one too, your mechanical tail-fin and rig a work of genius, the wind in your hair. You're good at this good at something for once, by instinct, finally a natural.

So good it saves your village, not good enough to avoid losing a leg. You wake up in bed with it healed but gone, your head full of half-memories of pain and of having food and tonics shoved down your throat. A piece of you is gone, but at least now the two of you match. Maybe it's deserved because of what you took from him.

You finally have everything you want, a village that respects you, a position helping maintain a somewhat fragile peace, an honest-to-gods best friend (even if he's a scaly one), the girl you like likes you back, and your father is finally, finally proud of you.

Then it all gets taken away, and there's a war, and bug monsters, and aliens crawling out of your stomach, and fake lives with fathers that hit you that you have to break free from, and your best friend is taken away, and all you can think, all you ever can think in the face of all that is:

I have to be strong enough.]

Sister Nima

[kungfu-sexnun.livejournal.com]

2

[governorkang]

[Congrats, Nima. You're now a reptile.]

[kungfu-sexnun.livejournal.com]

[Groping is on]



Where'd my breasts go?

Chris Ramirez

[hero-sting.livejournal.com]

Mark Allan/Molten Man

[slagyouwebhead.livejournal.com]

Private Leonard Church

[thereisno11]

Dustin Brooks

[windyellow]

Sabrina

[crazypsychic]

Ashley Williams

[poetrysoldier]

Pram

[iceiceprincess]

Jamie McCrimmon

[bonnypiperlad]

4

[sonicscreamer.livejournal.com]

[Victoria is now a Cape Turtle Dove, a typical housepet for her era.

It looks absolutely horrified.]

[bonnypiperlad]

[And Jamie, who is still Jamie so I don't have to think of two animals to use sees the poor thing there. Funny, he doesn't remember thinking up birds in the Sensoriums, so he's a wee bit confused.]

Hey? What are ye doing in here?

...4 again

[thewunderkind]

[Lash is a Bouffalant which is not typical in anything she knows about.

It looks really angry.





....But check out the hair!]

[bonnypiperlad]

[And Jamie is a Smooth Collie, which he at least has a passing familiarity with - well, in that it's a dog and he's seen the type before. He tilts his head and looks at the angry poufy thing curiously.]

What are ye supposed to be?

[This may or may not come out as "Bark bark, woof woof". Depends on just how messed up the sensoriums are at the moment, doesn't it?]

Hit Girl

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Kaya

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

River Song

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]