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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?

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Ronnae was still as timid and shy as ever, but with a much nicer background considering this world was different. She still has bright strawberry red hair that falls to her lower back which she keeps loose or in a long, high ponytail. She's currently in her first year of college and is trying to avoid the crowd in a small cafe around the corner from the dorms.

Her bright teal eyes focused on her laptop, cute red framed glasses adorning her face as she sucks on a cherry lollipop.

[is a twenty-year-old art major at an urban university, who can be found sketching on campus, catching a show at a nearby theater, at the museum, etc.]

[Drama major, with a minor in botany that nobody expected. Bubbly, bright, cheerful, friendly. She likes performance art in her spare time. This includes blowing bubbles and making balloon animals.]

Soren was an employee in the research and development division of a prominent pharmaceutical company, specializing in Alzheimer's research.

He spent his weekends at the local bookstore or library, attending symposiums, catching piano recitals, and so on, but took public transportation everywhere because he refused to drive. He was on a train right now, in fact, reading a copy of The Mismeasure of Man by Stephen Jay Gould.

He was still kind of a snobby jerkwad.

[She is a twenty one-year-old writing major, who usually is found watching movies when she isn't studying or in class.]

[He's in his early 30's, retired military, and has a degree in Engineering; he's working on a Political Science degree to go with it. He's a history buff, especially warfare and medieval (European, especially); he also teaches Physics at the local high school. His wife is retired military as well, and they have twins, ten years old.

He spends his time at the high school during the day, the college campus for night classes, and goes out sometimes when they can find a babysitter for the kids.]

[ Friendly high school senior, and part-time employee of her daddy's mechanic shop. ~~Some things never change.~~ ]

[ She's got a great big happy family again, and is currently attending the police academy. There may or may not be rumors of a possible marriage flying around town... ]

[He's still a dork. Go figure. But Ben's just idly chugging through life. Though he's never met Kevin even though he and his cousin took twice as long to get along with. He's a high school sophomore right now with a penchant for chili fries and smoothies.]

[Fashion designer. That's what Rein wanted to be, and she got it as a kid. Still ridiculously small, she's a half-Japanese, half-German with loads of adorable. Still single though.]

[Living in Fuuto. Still a bibliophile but without access to the Gaia Library. He's got family in the form of Akiko, Shotarou and is still a detective who does the research in the comedy trio.]

[He's finishing up high school now, deciding on what to do. He's been offered a position as a soccer camp teacher due to his skills.]

[He's just getting into college now, and figuring out what to do with his life. With a natural aptitude for research and languages, Negi is a glasses wearing, card carrying nerd.]

[She's an all-star in archery and has gone to the local and national levels. Though she's both an amateur astronomer and botany student.]

His childhood and adolescence had progressed largely identically to Billy's---initial geeky interest, a lack of social graces, and enough bullying to fill several more lifetimes. One incident, in fact, had been so severe that he no longer wished to be called Billy. That name had lost its warmth in the trauma that followed, so 'Will' was now the town inventor.

Without the Power Rangers driving his purpose to war and crime fighting, he's taken a different tack in life: having graduated early as he always should have, he's working his way through an engineering degree as the head inventor of a brand new enterprise dedicated to reinventing old products. The custom 'communicators' (wrist-worn cell phones) and specialized entertainment sets for vehicles are his most popular items.

The quiet young man could often be found running to and fro, always grabbing a new part and offering a helping hand. There had always been a 'hero complex' component to him that he'd never quite been able to explain. If he comforted enough bullied kids, wired enough homes, or said the right thing...maybe he'd be able to save the world.

Strange thoughts. He dismisses them with a shake of his head and gets right back to work on the park's new weather analysis tool. The cutout of a rooster that tops it is tacky, but somehow necessary.

[Not much changes. Mami's in middle school, a member of the Student Council and several other clubs, and gets straight A's. She's a model student, someone the younger girls look up to, and she should probably belong to the popular crowds in the school social circles, right?

Wrong. For all her smarts, she's a loner. She more or less lives lives on her own, taken in by distant relatives who are never home after her parents died in a terrible car crash. She never spends time with the other club members, and she can always be seen walking home alone as soon as said clubs end.]

[And here we find Garfield Logan, age 17, formerly childhood actor from the lame TV show "Space Trek 2019"]

Listen Jeffry you have got to help me out here. There's gotta be some part out there for me!

[Garfield is sitting at a little coffee shop desperately pleading with his agent to no avail finally he hangs up his cell phone.]

I gotta get some new headshots...and a new agent.

[sighs and sips the smoothie he bought with the last of his money. It might be time to consider...manual labor. Shudder.]

[She's a freelance IT consultant, working in lieu of a college education after her wealthy family threw her out. She makes enough to buy the top computer gear, see the occasional movie, and pay for her medication.

Right now she's in a cybercafe near the college campus, back to the wall, blue eyes intently scanning her laptop screen.]

[A former veteran of a war people want to forget, Mal spends his days now working on his own relatively small ranch and doing other odd jobs, just wanting to make his way in the world with minimal trouble.

Too bad some other interests have been taking an interest in what's his]

[Behold the most powerful and corrupt Senator in the American govenment.]

[Zeke Lords always had a knack for getting power, and these days he has his figures in so many pies no one can touch him. He drinks heavily, harasses the ladies, sends scandalous tweets, takes bribes, and makes deals so foul Satan himself would raise an eyebrow. Somehow, it never sticks. Maybe it's his influence, maybe it's blackmail, but his seemingly endless strangehold on power seems Teflon-coated.]

[ Besides focusing solely on beyblading, Hoshi has been fairly busy with other sports, such as baseball, soccer, etc. That, and she's studying rather hard for her college entrance exams.

All in all, she's an aspiring jack of all trades in the sport world. And, perhaps more tomboyish. ]

Garreth Wyvern, not-quite-former Coast Guard Captain and current member of the reserve, is pursuing his master's in Library Science. He's in the enviable position of already being a librarian while doing so.

It's possible he got the job because the position is in a notoriously bad part of town, and you would be challenged to find a buffer librarian. Outside of encouraging the kids to read (he mostly just has to put the books in front of them and give them a Look) and breaking up fights outside the library (lately he hasn't had to do that as much), he focuses on mentoring his multiple younger foster brothers, all of them pursuing military careers, and his relationship with a local policewoman is just this side of becoming an engagement. Things are going well for him.

She's that girl. The strawberry blond (you're fairly sure she dies it, or else she spends just that much time in the sun, which seems impossible, but her hair's just the oddest strawberry blonde-auburn-red-whatever it is) who gets the seat in the back of the room because you were goofing off one time too many, and the teacher knows she's paying attention. The teacher's wrong. She read the material already. She's sitting back there doing homework and still piping up with answers in that almost-smug tone that seems to say See? See what I know?

Yes. Yes, Sakura Haruno, we do see what you know.

She knows the head cheerleader. She argues with her over calculus of all things, though it breaks down into jabs at each other's love-lives. They do this at least once a week, and she still swears their enemies. "Ino? We don't talk much." But you know they call each other on the slow afternoons between her evening classes to "get ahead" and the kickboxing lessons she picked up in middle school.

Which is another thing. She was always a goodie two-shoes, teacher's pet, or by now it seems like it. Those few years in primary school don't stick out in memory anymore, when she was just another teased little kid with confidence issues. It's hard to see those now, with all that drive and energy to a life-goal she already seems set on.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I'm going to be a gene therapist with a secondary degree in psychology."

Especially when she says all that with a straight face.

None of that seems to matter right now, as she sits in the local coffee shop where the not-quite cool kids stop my sometime, in one of the less pristine parts of town. She's got some kind of fancy tea latte, sipping at it while leafing through a book from her night classes at the local community college. Ishmael or Bobtail or White Teeth or maybe even Portnoy's Complaint. Her kickboxing studio's just down the street a block or three, and she's got some time to burn before it's back home and back in time with her parents and her own expectations.

Oh yeah.

You know that girl.

Edited 2011-06-25 02:18 (UTC)

He's a twenty year-old business major planning on dropping out of college before the next billing cycle demands his tuition. It's not that he can't afford it - he can - but between the fact that he's palming Sudafed from his part-time job at the pharmacy and how quickly he's getting promoted at the autoshop he's worked at since he was sixteen, he doesn't see the point.

He doesn't even need to hound his best friend/roommate for rent anymore. He just quietly lets it slide and pretends he doesn't smell the open bottles of alcohol.

Right now he's out front of the autoshop taking a five-minute break, having just told a customer that they should buy a $600 braking mechanism for him or risk their child's life, even though he knows full well that he could make $600 worth of improvements to those brakes with a nail-file and slinkie.

Matthew O'Connor, or as he's going by these days, M-Cat/Swizzle/Lil Sketch/O'Conman/The Matt Attack/The Mattster/DJ Two-Bit/Lil M/Matty Matty Bow Wow/Mattsterbator/Skittles/M&O/Cartridge/DJ Thunderfuck (pick one), is in a good mood.

Despite being nearly a week behind on rent (DJing at clubs and rap battles are more glamorous than they are profitable), single yet again (which means Flora will give him a pity booty call within the week), and having gotten expelled from his third art school (apparently interpretative dance to Fuck the Police did not meet his Performance Art teacher's idea of a final exam).

He has an action figure in his pocket, a can of spraypaint, and headphones blaring Ludacris. He hangs out under a bridge, perfecting his tag - which looks suspiciously like a superhero emblem.

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