The ic anon meme is up!

You meatlings be sure to talk about how amazingly sexy my rock hard robot body is.

It's Transmigration 9 Studios. No, the name doesn't make any sense, except that the owner, Stacy, has owned eight studios before this and they've all crashed and burned. Which feels so great for the actors and their sense of job security, let me tell you.

As soon as they're done with their scenes, the characters stop playing their roles and make it real. The scripts are tossed aside, and they can relax now that the cameras are off of them.

What does this mean? Well, perhaps Billy is an actual college graduate, who is disgusted with the scientific inaccuracies and techspeak mumbo-jumbo of his character. Perhaps Kang is a fit Japanese man in a rubber dragon suit. Maybe Renne is a former theater actor that speaks with a posh English accent? Who knows, perhaps Nehaa is a conservative Catholic who finds her role as a stripperiffic space goat horrifying! And it might an ongoing joke off-screen that Leon can't fight for shit, Steve's actor stands in for him during action scenes.

Just roll with it, guys, it's better than my first idea of the night.

The ship is huge. People interact, because they're forced to or because they want to, either way.

Something that happens at these times is pure gossip. Whether it be small talk over a meal, pillow talk between lovers, or scratched graffiti on the walls of the city, word gets around.

It might be true.

It might not be.

But it's interesting and keeps people entertained, so let's gather some of that gossip! Here, list some of the things your characters have heard or might say. Maybe have some reactions to it?

It's the weekend, so what is it time to do?

PARTY HARD

This meme is simple. Pick a party game. Here is a pretty good list. In the mood for Duck Duck Goose? Beer Pong? Hitting a pinata? Pin the Tail on the JulianDonkey? Mafia/Werewolf? Spin the Bottle? Truth or Dare? There's even a Twister mat out there!

Make a post. Get some friends/other characters. Play! And thus, memes are born.

I'd suggest keeping things small, to make it easier on the other players. Don't be afraid to have multiple games running at once, y'all! But one rule, try to keep things worksafe.

For the adults who don't feel like that, well. There's another meme for you guys. Perverts.

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

Man, the sounds. The smells. The music. The booze. The crime. The Depression. The Prohibition.

Yessir, the Roaring Twenties were a hell of a time. Your characters get to experience it as well! Everyone is now living in the 1920s, in a bustling metropolis, with no real influence from some strange meatship. Their former lives now reflect their new ones.

A character that was a security officer on board might find themselves as a detective on the police force. Someone who used to be a superhero, punching their problems away, might find themselves as some sort of cop, sports star, boxing champ, or even just a kneebreaker on the streets. Someone who used to sing might be a sensation, or just another nightengale crooning in the smokey speakeasies, as people kick back and enjoy their illegal alcohol. A scientist might be a mad chemist, or even something from the pulps. Who knows?

All that's for sure is that they're here now, living the life they can. Will they run into one another? Will they live their lives apart?

That's for you to decide.

Have fun.

Suddenly.

You are naked.

All of you. Even you, over there, the already naked guy.

Except for one thing.

You all have fig leaves over your privates. They cannot be removed or destroyed. They are large enough to cover everything. (They might itch a little)

Oh, and even already naked people with no visible privates will have the leaves, either over their naughty bits' actual locations, or just where they should be.

Anders leans out the door of the Sensorium.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEY MEATSHIP RESIDENTS. CHOW'S ON."

Through the doors is a churrascaria, impeccably staffed by well-oiled Brazilian waiters in banana hammocks who all bear a passing resemblance to Hugh Jackman. Each of them is carrying a spit loaded up with no less than half a roasted animal.

"FORMAL DRESS IS REQUIRED."

This is why Anders is wearing a tie over her plantsuit.

If anybody needs Zita, she's busy running screaming across the Obs Deck. Screw the weapons and possessions lockers, she has some SPAZZING to do.

Now this wasn't something Matthew expected. To slip out of a greasy pod, naked and covered in slime, standing in what looked like a giant intestine was definitely not on his list of expected happenings. Still, he adjust quickly, brushing some of the glop off himself and standing tall. "What the fuck is going on here?" he wondered aloud, taking in the sight around him. Millions of pods covered the walls, and he found the eerie sensation that he was somewhere ... familiar plaguing him more and more.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked, his voice echoing amongst the empty silence. This was easily the strangest shit he knew of.