【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
♛ refer to the list above for active muses. Other muses from my muselist may be available by request - ask if you're not sure! ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛Here is a general list of RP preferences! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
[It hadn't even been a particularly bad fight, Pacifica reflects as she adjusts her sunglasses and continues browsing the ridiculous items on display. Still, the arguments--more like polite, snippy disagreements, because a Northwest has to keep their composure--between her and her parents have become a common part of life in the mansion. The clash of wills this morning had simply pushed Pacifica past her limit.
She's probably reached a new low, coming here willingly. "Here" being the Mystery Shack, of course. If Pacifica's honest with herself, Mabel and Dipper have reached out to her in ways that no one else in the town really ever has. She's still smarting too much from the changes that have taken over her life to really admit it, though, not yet.
The twins aren't in the shop (Is it a good thing, or a bad thing? She isn't entirely sure), so Pacifica busies herself with examining the grotesque figure of...whatever it is. What kind of fish would have a monkey head anyway? Her nose wrinkles.] Do people really believe these things are real?
[Pacifica Northwest in the Mystery Shack? Now this is an unusual turn of events! One that Soos is ready to livetweet about immediately! Until he's distracted by Soos's words.]
Whoa! You don't mean the living sea monkey, do you? [Soos frets as he steps forward and overlooks that abomination that Stanley glued together.] Dood, people don't just believe it, they've lived it!
[Then he leans forward and goes on in an ominous voice, as if telling a ghost story.]
Haunting the toilets of many a trailer park and motel... the ways of the living sea monkey are unknowwwnnnn! [A beat, then he goes on candidly.]...But, but probably not good. It's... pretty ominous stuff, you know.
[It figures that the Pines' servant--or whatever he is--would be just as weird as the rest of them. Pacifica rolls her eyes at the overly dramatic storytelling.]
Yeah, sure, whatever you say. Are you sure you didn't just get all this from Dipper's dumb book? I bet you've never actually seen one of these things before.
[Sure, the haunting in her house had been real, but everyone's heard of ghosts before. Unlike the grotesque and probably fake things littering the Shack.]
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She's probably reached a new low, coming here willingly. "Here" being the Mystery Shack, of course. If Pacifica's honest with herself, Mabel and Dipper have reached out to her in ways that no one else in the town really ever has. She's still smarting too much from the changes that have taken over her life to really admit it, though, not yet.
The twins aren't in the shop (Is it a good thing, or a bad thing? She isn't entirely sure), so Pacifica busies herself with examining the grotesque figure of...whatever it is. What kind of fish would have a monkey head anyway? Her nose wrinkles.] Do people really believe these things are real?
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Whoa! You don't mean the living sea monkey, do you? [Soos frets as he steps forward and overlooks that abomination that Stanley glued together.] Dood, people don't just believe it, they've lived it!
[Then he leans forward and goes on in an ominous voice, as if telling a ghost story.]
Haunting the toilets of many a trailer park and motel... the ways of the living sea monkey are unknowwwnnnn! [A beat, then he goes on candidly.]...But, but probably not good. It's... pretty ominous stuff, you know.
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Yeah, sure, whatever you say. Are you sure you didn't just get all this from Dipper's dumb book? I bet you've never actually seen one of these things before.
[Sure, the haunting in her house had been real, but everyone's heard of ghosts before. Unlike the grotesque and probably fake things littering the Shack.]