Second Chance Meme!

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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!

Comments

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard, on the other hand, is that underachiever.

The one that all the teachers know is smart, because he figured out how to use the equipment in the chemistry lab to make a cherry bomb and shut down the school for a three-day weekend.

The one that all the security guards know is somehow involved with the drug culture, but who seems almost smug to be taking the occasional urine test.

The one who scrapes by with exactly a 70% in every single class, who somehow 'tutors' his friend into getting an identical 70%, but who can't be proven to be cheating.

The one who works at Best Buy but almost definitely steals from Gamestop.

The one who's never dated but always knows about a breakup before the participants do.

The one teachers can't say they've failed because hey, he somehow got into a good business school, but they can't say they've helped because he didn't seem to pay attention to them at all.

Not influential enough to be a wild card, not helpless enough to slip through the cracks, and almost certainly using his stop at the coffee shop to steal from the tip jar.

The cafe's full, so he takes a seat next to that strawberry blonde girl. "You mind if I sit here?"

[encourage]

She picks up her book and shifts it toward what she's already marked as "her" half of the table -- a little less than half, but it looks like more when it's full like it is now. Her, "No, not at all," is faster than her processing of his voice. Her answer would have been the same, but her smile might have been a little less sincerely polite.

And a little more openly curious. "What'd you get?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

He sprawls out in his chair and takes up 'his' half of the table with his elbow, propping his feet up on the trim against the wall.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure someone smart as you can read 'Red Bull'," he says, motioning towards the can. "You're in my AP calc, right?"

[encourage]

She rolls her eyes, looking back down to her book. "Must be. Clearly it can't be AP English."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Yeah, I hear 'Red Bull' might be a challenge word this year. Given how much funding they're cutting the school budget, it's amazing any of us can read." Which is exactly why he mostly learns on his own. "Not that I care."