OC PARTY OC PARTY

[deskman]

The Danni-Combined-All-The-Memes Meme  

1. Post with your OCs!
2. RNG for options or make up your own! Please make some things of your own up these options are kind of terrible sfdksjahgdsfk
3. TAG ALL OF THE THINGS 

SCENARIOS:
1. BUDDY COPS. You are now both cops. Try not to shoot each other or anything.
2. You are now an oddball superhero team. Good luck with that. 
3. Oh shit is this the Hangover? You both wake up in a completely trashed room with no idea of what happened last night. There may or may not be a tiger in the bathroom.
4. You are fighting. Why? Idgaf. YOU'RE FIGHTING.
5. You are now handcuffed together! Again. Good luck with that.
6. You are now married. You don't know each other? TOO BAD NOW YOU'RE MARRIED.
7. Horrible terrible high school AU. Prom. Popular student drama. All the worst cliches. Do them.
8. You are trapped in an elevator together! hope you aren't miles edgeworth oops
9. You are both at the bar! YEAH BOOZE
10. It's snowing and you are both stuck in a really crappy log cabin thing without a heater!
11. ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.

Comments

3 what the lol

[binaural]

[Ugh is her first thought when she manages to open her eyes. Her head hurts, she's half falling off the bed, and she was going to be ridiculously off schedule at this rate-

Wait. Where was she? This did not look like her room, not even in the slightest. Not to mention there's a guy in here. The shock causes her to fall off the bed completely, leaving her to try to sort this out while now on the floor. Good morning, Opera, the earth laughs at your pain.]

LMAFSDKGJ

[deskman]

[The loud thud wakes him up, but he's not aware of it completely yet, what with being ridiculously hung over and all. So, the first thing he notices (apart from his splitting headache) is that his glasses are smushed against his face.

...And there's a girl on the floor.

And is he hugging one of those stupid Japanese love pillows?

Oh god.]

...What happened?

[binaural]

[Sitting up, she pushes the hair out of her face, trying to see if anything in her memory explains why there is a glass of something undeniably hot pink on the dresser. Stranger and stranger.]

That was what I was hoping to ask you-seems we got a bit too carried away with the drinking if our memory's shot, and I can barely recall what country we're in at the moment.

[She thinks it's America...please be America.]

[deskman]

[Scowling with distaste at the pillow--oh god get it away--he shoves it aside and gets up to help the strange girl up off the floor.

...wait does she have blue hair?]

Don't worry, it's definitely America. At least, I hope it is.

Er, I'm sorry, but I don't... actually remember getting your name.

[Or meeting you at all. Wow, this is just like college all over again.]

[binaural]

[is that Madoka Magica and can she have it

Oh, thank you kind sir, and yes her hair is blue, she is quite proud of it. School rules, after all.]

Good, if we're still in America that makes everything easier.

[Names? Oh yeah. The habit of codenames kicks in before she knows it.] Call me Opera. And you?

[deskman]

[yes]

Robert. Nice to meet you.

...That's an interesting name. [Is it her real name, or...]

[binaural]

[aw yeah]

I picked it myself.

[Which is enough to say to clue you in that it's not her real name. Hey, at least it's not as bad as Keyboard.

And thinking about it, she's just going to go brush her hair and try to restore herself to normality before they start piecing together last night.]