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http://zouichi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2011-06-24 03:56 pm

Second Chance Meme!

Okay, rocks fell, everyone died. Too bad, valiant meatshippers! But the good news is that you've all be reincarnated!

...as baseline humans on modern Earth.

Maybe you're waiting at a coffee shop, and you spot someone out of the corner of your eye that looks strangely familiar. Maybe instead of strangers from universes far apart, you and your close CR are now childhood friends who have always been together. Maybe you meet a former enemy as a friend, or a former friend is now a bitter enemy.

Are you a college student? A high-powered lawyer? A kindhearted schoolteacher?

What would your life have been like had you been born under different circumstances, and you met your fellow crew once again? If you had a second chance? Would you still fall into the same habits, be a victim of the same misfortunes? or would you use the opportunity to be someone completely different?

1. Post with your character, or tag someone else.
2. Set up the scenario you want to explore!
3. ???
4. Meme!

Re: Soren

[identity profile] facepunching.livejournal.com 2011-06-25 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"It's no problem," said Soren, though he looked a little annoyed all the same. Everyone thought they were an exception to the rules. Sigh.

Maybe he really should looking into getting a car. He hated the things, though -- great noisy wastes of space and resources. Dr. Rank. Hmm.

Re: Soren

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-25 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
He was right to be annoyed, of course. Trains saved her the trouble of having to rent a car, and it was inconsiderate of her to answer the phone and inconvenience all those people. Even if she didn't see her doctor as much as she liked....even if they had to squeeze in sessions online and over the phone and between business trips...

She tucked her elbows close to her side, and half-lidded her eyes, listening to the clicking of the wheels on the rails while she mentally plotted out what she needed to do as soon as she got on campus.