Does this count as a Meme? Probably not but who cares!?

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Indecisive Meme!

So! Al has a problem and I'm sure many of you share the same problem.

So many muses to pick from, only one spot to app with!

And so here's the game

1. Post with a muse you have that you've been curious about bringing to Trans, maybe set up a scene if you feel perky.
2. Get tags from the current muses of Trans_9!
3. Or get tags from muses who will be joining Trans_9 soon!
4. Or maybe tag around with your potential muse in other musethreads.
5. ???
6. Cake!
7.There is no cake

Comments

This is cracking me up so much, you have no idea.

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Face, meet palm.

A heavy, heavy sigh leaves the Maximal, and he raises his hands in a blocking, please-quit-freaking-out gesture. "Lady. I don't have any intentions of hurting you, alright? I wasn't doing anything but taking a nap in the grass when you showed up and promptly wigged out. I don't know what your malfunction is, but I'm one of the good guys, alright? I've got no intentions of harming you."

I'm glad! I've been having snickering fits over here, too. XD

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

She takes a deep breath, grits her teeth, and although her face is still shock-white, she lowers the car keys.

"Alright. I'll just...assume you're telling me the truth, so I'll repeat it again. What are you, and don't use that Cyberconian excuse. That sounds like something people would use to stuff their bras."

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Oh geeze, this lady was a strain on his patience subroutines...

"Cybertronian. As in someone from the planet Cybertron. Or in more basic ways of putting it, I'm an alien."

A pause.

"What's a 'bra'?"

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

Marie is so unamused. Of course the creepy cat thing focused on her offhand comment about bras. "I'm the one asking the questions here, mister Cybertronian."

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

"Alright, alright..." His hands come up again, trying to make himself seem as peaceful as possible. "I've got a name, though - Cheetor."

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

"Cheater? That just figures. You're not getting my name out of me, buster. Not until you give me some details beyond you coming down in your spaceship from Cyberland or whatever."

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

By the Allspark, this lady is intent on painting him as a bad guy.

"Cheetor. And...well, what do you want to know, lady? I woke up here in the crazy goo-pods like everybody else."

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Then why aren't you rusted?"

Yeah. That's right. Try worming your way out of that airtight logic, buster!

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

...that was a good question, actually. Cheetor looks baffled for a moment, then just shrugs. "I... Honestly don't know that one, lady. Granted, I'm not questioning it, 'cause that stuff's really itchy. Last thing I want is a rust rash."