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Open Post: Now in 2020

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ The above muses are the ones I currently feel the most confident in and/or am currently voicetesting. You can also consult my muse list and request one of my other muses, although depending on the character I may be either slower or just not feeling it.
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/whatever tickles your fancy! Some possible memes/AUs to exploit for prompts or general ideas are the Random Scenario Meme, Scenario Generator, Caught in the Rain Meme, Winter Wonderland Meme, Jamjar Meme, Shared Dreaming, Body Heat Meme, Train to the Afterlife, Pokemon AU, Harry Potter AU or Ultimate Talent Development Plan AU for Dangan Ronpa characters.
♛I'm open to most types of scenarios. The main exceptions are that I don't play smut (nsfw elements are still fine in threads with characters other than Steven), and I prefer to avoid threads that are at extremes of being dark/depressing/violent.
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

meme code.

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[Perhaps these are the winds of fate that will help both of them. For now, Daisy has a hand pressed to her head to try and fight off that throbbing pain before she hears and sees Donald reaching for her.]

Oh—no—I also wasn't—

[Flustered, she tries to assure him that she was all right as she takes his hand to stand. But when she sees her sketches blown against him, her eyes widen as she acts before properly thinking it through.]

—Stand right there! [Is all she shouts before she suddenly reaches up and forward to try and grab the one that had blown against his head, which will move her a little more into his personal space.]

[He does feel wracked with guilt. He finally sees her again by chance, and the first thing he ends up doing is headbutting her! At least Donald's used to his head being in pain, so it's almost like white noise to him as he focuses on trying to help Daisy.

He's oblivious to the papers clinging to him and doesn't realize why Daisy is asking him to stay still, so he just does so!]

O-okay!

[Donald keeps himself practically frozen in place. Then as she comes up close to him, he really feels like freezing in place, now out of nervousness. He blushes as she... removes something from his forehead?]

[Grabbing the sketch paper, there's visible sign of relief when she pulls it back.]

What a relief, I thought I was going to lose...

[Her voice trails when she realizes she's right up in his face, and there's an awkward moment as she stares at him before she clears her throat and takes a step back—but not before reaching back up to readjust his hat a little.]

Sorry—I mean, thank you, Donald.

[Fidgeting a little by fixing her bow and brushing off some sand off sundress, she's trying her best to not blush and maintain her more usual "refined, sophisticated" appearance because she's not a teenager anymore! There's no need for her to feel flustered or embarrassed, and it's not like this is the first time they've been up in each other's personal space. But maybe because she's a little more aware of him she's suddenly feeling a bit more self-conscious in this sudden situation.]

[They had been this close before - even closer! ...But that's when they were tangled up in the string of a purse and also had other things on their mind. Right now, the only thing standing in front of him, so so close, is Daisy herself. Some of his feathers turn a little red, and his head ducks down a little shyly after she adjusts his hat. Then he takes a breath and starts speaking.]

D-don't be sorry! I'm happy to help! [Even if it was unwittingly. One of her papers ended up on his head? As he looks down, he notices some more more that the wind blew onto is arms and chest. He peels them off to offer to her.]

Here's some more! What are they? [He holds one up to look at, finally realizing that it's sketch of a dress.] Ooh pretty!

[Donald doesn't have the keenest eye for fashion, but he appreciates the sketch all the same. It feels like anything that Daisy creates or wears looks lovely by default!]

Oh! [Is it telling that she was so distracted that she had forgotten about the ones that had flown into his chest? She tries not to appear too embarrassed as she takes the ones handed out to her, but she can't help but smile a bit when he looks at them.]

You think so? [Even if she has a feeling he'd compliment an outfit she designed out of black garbage bags pretty, she still feels a touch of warmth from his words.]

I'm working on some new concepts for the summer season, which is why I'm out here. Thought the beach and ocean air might give me some inspiration.

[He would praise those garbage bag dresses and think they really bring out her eyes.

Donald nods at her question and then listens attentively to her explanation.]

So that's what brings you out here! I meant to ask that. [He says sheepishly. Things just kinda happened so suddenly, that they haven't fully exchanged pleasantries.]

You picked a really nice day for it! ...Except for that wind a little while ago.

[Then he realizes that he's still holding up her sketch and should give it back.]

Oh. [So he sheepishly hands it back to her.] Here!

[Awww, only Donald would make her feel like wearing garbage bags worthwhile.]

Thanks. [She takes the sketch and stares at it for a moment with a warm smile. It's silly, but now she really wants to polish it and make it just to show Donald.

Oooh, what is wrong with her???

Masking her internal thoughts she carefully slips and the rest back into her notebook in her bag.] I'd be happy to share the others with you...but you're probably not that interested in it, ah ha. [SMOOTH REAL SMOOTH, DAISY. Just clears her throat.]

So what brings you out here? Just enjoying the day or... [She cants her head slightly. He wore that sailor's uniform back at the party, too. Is that just his favorite outfit or...] Out sailing?

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[A silly grin is pretty much perpetually on Donald's face right now. He watches as he tucks the notebook away and gives a quick shake of his head, to affirm that he wouldn't mind looking over more of her sketches! Everything she touches seems interesting to her, after all.

As for his outfit, he ~~is a cartoon character~~ really does like wearing it a lot! He chuckles.]

No sailing today. [It would be a nice day for sailing, but the houseboat is back at the pool and would be a pain to move back out here, plus rentals are too expensive for his budget right now.] Today's so nice and everyone else is busy. So it's a nice time to get away for a walk on the beach!

[Then his squawking voice gets a little softer. He raises a hand to bashfully rub at his head.]

I- I didn't expect to see you again here! [But he wanted to.]

[Stop being so adorable.

But so he does sail. There's a look of interest as she can't help but briefly imagine him on a boat...and then she sees that bashful expression. It's a little cute—but of course she doesn't reveal her thoughts and instead puts on a somewhat coy, teasing smile of her own.]

Were you expecting to see me again somewhere else?

[She has to stop being so beautiful first!

The more he looks at Daisy, the more he thinks it'll be worth it to rent something and go on a little cruise for two along the shore...

Right now, though, he feels like he's starting to melt in the face of her smile, and keeps up a smile as he nervously tries to stammer through a reply.]

N-no I wasn't. I mean, I - I was hoping to see you again. Anywhere! It's... nice to see you!

[How is she supposed to maintain her mature appearance when he's so cute and sweet??? But despite that warm, fluttery feeling, she does manage, finding his answer amusing and chuckling a little. He makes himself pretty obvious at least, which she strangely finds charming. Normally she finds such behavior off-putting, but maybe it's because Donald seems more genuine.]

Is that so? I might have wondered how you've been, too.

[Okay, yes she did, usually when she hears a song and is reminded of his singing.]

Since we have this chance and neither of us have anything planned, how about we take a walk and catch up?

[He hopes he doesn't look too foolish. He wishes he could be smoother, and he can only imagine the (totally very great) advice that Jose and Panchito would give him. But at the end of the day, he ends up wearing his heart on his sleeve most of the time. It's especially hard not to when faced with someone like Daisy. He almost feels his heart skip when she hints at maybe having thought about him when he wasn't around as well!

At her offer, he stands up straight and quickly nods.]

Sure! I'd love to! [He feels so excited! And so nervous. As if any moment, Daisy could realize what a loser he is and ditch him. But his heart surges with energy, and a confidence that the opposite would happen instead.] I- I could really use someone to walk with!

[Oh Donald. She barely even knows the guy yet she can't help but be a little interested and want to know more about him and even help him a little. Perhaps after all the people she's had to be surrounded by and deal with over the years his openness is refreshing for her, allowing her to not feel like she has to keep up airs and relax a little.

Tucking in her bag a little more under her arm, she turns towards the direction he was heading. She hadn't really been going in any particular way and it might be odd to make him walk back the way he came if he had been planning to go farther.

Hm...should she take off her sandals...? It's the beach so either way would work, but..she'll keep them on for now. So onward to the definitely-not-a-date walk on the beach!]

So, how have you been? Anything new with the band gig you and the boys were trying to put together?

[Donald dusts off his hands and falls into a leisurely stroll with Daisy along the beach. Luckily, the wind seems to have died back down to a gentle summer breeze, making it much more relaxing compared to the whirlwinds that made them cross paths - and heads. A gentle smile remains on Donald's face through the stroll. Now this is the peace he kept on hoping for! Even if it's also accompanied by butterflies in his stomach.]

I've been well! Uh, nothing new with the band! We're on a break right now while we figure things out. [Or rather, until they hatch a new scheme to boost their popularity. He hopes he's still cool without his band to back him up...!] I still keep busy with taking care of my family and going on trips. [Or adventures.]

How about you, how are you?

[He can just serenade her all by himself, that's fine.]

Not too bad, just busy as usual. [Said with a slightly tired sounding sigh.] Between planning for Glamour's parties and working on my portfolio, hardly any time for myself. [Which is why she's really glad to not only have this day off, but she got to meet Donald.]

But when you said family...you mean your, er, kids, right?

[With everything that happened after she didn't really have much time to figure out if those two boys were his sons or something else. He doesn't seem like he's married, not if he's interested in her, but better to be safe and figure this out. So while she's asking this as casually as possible, she's definitely paying particular attention to how he answers.]

[Donald nods along. It's a shame that she still has to deal with Glamour, but hopefully she's learned to show Daisy some of the respect she deserves.]

Busy times! [He chimes in agreement.] I'm glad you got some time to relax.

[Ah right, the kids. He didn't fully explain them to her did her...]

That's part of it! The kids are my nephews. Louie and Dewey were at the party, and they're Huey's too. They're my sister's, but I had to raise them while she was on the moon. [You know, as you do.]

[OH GOOD. Well, not that she would think any less if they were his sons or anything. Assuming he was single and not married of course. If anything being a single dad looking after his own kids has a certain charm that she honestly never would have thought of until she met him. With how worried he had been about them back at the party... Wait, back up girl. You can't be that smitten with him so easily!! ~~yes she is~~

Even so, a light smile begins to form before her brain finally registers what he just said at the end.]

Wait—the moon!?

[He. He means like some place named "the moon" or something, right?? Like some getaway resort or—but that doesn't make sense, either—???]

[Just one single uncle-dad here! And he appreciates that she didn't sound like she had a problem with the idea of him having kids. He can't be with anyone who can't get along with his family! (Disclaimer: Unless it's Scrooge, he'd be a-okay with her hating Scrooge. And not the end of the world if she doesn't get along with Gladstone or Fethry either...)

He nods, his smile fading as he thinks back.]

Yeah. [The word comes out on a sad sigh.] Long story short, she tested out a rocket when the kids were eggs and got lost in space. We just got her back a few months ago. [Not long before that whole little invasion happened!]

Tested a rocket...lost in space...?

[Daisy frowns, her brows furrowing as she mutters to herself for a moment before she stops and suddenly grabs Donald's arms.]

Wait—you mean your sister is the Della Duck!?

[He's so surprised by that reaction that he doesn't think to feel flustered by her grabbing onto his arms! (Not yet, at least.)

He answers meekly with a smile.]

She's the only Della Duck I know!

Oh my gosh... I remember hearing about her case all those years ago, and then the recent news about her return and everything that happened!

[Kind of hard to miss all the crazy chaos that happens in Duckberg. ]

And you were taking care of her kids all this time... And by yourself? [The initial shock from this sudden revelation starts to fade as she starts to think more about his circumstances. Lost his sister, had to take care of her nephews, never knowing when or if he'd see her again— That really couldn't be easy for him.]

I'm glad everything is okay now, but... You must have really had a hard time, huh?

[Sometimes, life really be like a hurricane. He gives a soft nod. He might have had help from Uncle Scrooge and Miss Beakley towards the end there, but for the most part he's been on his own raising them.]

It wasn't easy! But it's rewarding. [He says, a warm smile returning to his face. The three can of them can cause him so many headaches and near heart attacks, but he doesn't love them any less.]

They're good kids. Most of the time! [Donald adds that last bit there as a joke.]

[A light smile forms before it turns a little more amused as she releases him and steps back.]

They were the ones who came up with that scheme at the party, right? With the green one as the ringleader I'm guessing.

[Ah, released at least... actually, he liked her holding onto him more.

He chuckles as he thinks back to that night.]

Yeah, that was two of them! The green one's Louie, and the blue one's Dewey. The planner and the daredevil. There's one more who wasn't there, Huey. He's the responsible one! Here, look!

[He holds up his phone and starts scrolling through some pictures of him and the boys, including some recent ones involving Della. None of them are perfectly posed family pictures, but their personalities shine in all of them.]

[She has to lean in a little close to get a good look at the pictures, don't mind her.]

Aw, they look adorable! And quite the handful. [She can't help but chuckle a little at some of the other pictures.] They might look the same, but even here I can tell them apart. [Given her line of work assisting Glamour, needing to be able to read people and their intents, she could probably do at least that much, anyway.

She takes a moment to look over the feelings before glancing up at him and teases him a little.]

So what's the worst prank they've pulled on you?

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