【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
✨ refer to this list for active muses. ✨ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ✨ 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.
[The lack of acceptance from Minato's friends was troubling. With the amount that Minato and his friends were involved in, was it really so hard to believe that perhaps he would be visited by higher beings from other worlds? Apparantly so.
What was more insulting was the instruction to stay in Minato's room.
As wonderous and full of treasures as it was, it had its limits. And, more importantly, she had been looking forward to a guided tour of the human world. (This guided tour not agreed to by Minato, of course, but since when did that stop them from deciding what their host should provide them with?) Even the bed had lost its appeal and Milla was now laid on the floor, arms wide, feet propped up over the side of the frame. Books are haphazardly thrown around her at the point she lost interest, or moved onto the next one. Bored, bored, bored.]
Yes, however... there's only so much information you can gain on human rituals without putting it to practical use. And I would have hoped he was here to explain some of them... the details were incredlibly lacking. [Your host points are going down, Minato.] ... or, at the very least, given us an activity to engage in whilst he was away on business.
[Not that she can't entertain herself, bu she already thought of coming here in the first place, Minato was supposed to provide after that. But Valvatorez is right: this room isn't fun anymore.
As such, she pulls her legs down and sits upright in one fluid motion.]
There was one thing I read about that we could try. If the book is correct, you only need two people. If he won't teach us, we will have to find out for ourselves. [She nods thoughtfully to herself.] When in the human world, Valvatorez, do as the humans do.
[It didn't, but her intepretation is something the writer has no control over.]
The activity was called a date. It does not, however, involve the food. [Unless you want it to but there was a brief period of time when Milla wondered why humans were so concerned with taking a piece of fruit on various outings. Ahem.] Two human parties go together to a location of their choosing. I believe it is used to determine romantic interest in another party, and to find a suitable mate to produce offspring. Of course, we need not focus on that.
[Because one Milla and one Val is enough for any universe, let alone tiny versions of them.]
[Valvatorez immediately looked puzzled at the suggestion, stopping to think.]
I think it would be best not to focus on the... offspring thing. We have our own traditions for that, but... I would be lying if I said the idea of using such an activity to determine compatibility wasn't fascinating to some degree.
Very well, then! I challenge you to this contest of dating, Milla! ...Now where should we go?
You're on. [A good challenge staves away any boredom! Except that's a good question, where exactly--
Milla makes a beeline for the shelf that she has partly dismantled and digs around between some books, before pulling out a leaflet, which she holds out for Valvatorez to take.]
BEEF BOWL SHOP NOW TAKING ORDERS FOR RAINY DAY SPECIALS FROM OUR FRIENDS IN INABA. CAN YOU DEFEAT THIS CHALLENGE? WINNERS DINE FOR FREE!* *only the first rainy day special fully consumed is free. any further orders will incur the full charge.
It has been a while since I've eaten. [Date activities currently inspired by the growling noise from her stomach. Those sardines were a long, long time ago.]
Excellent! You will make a most worthy... [He hesitates. Opponent? Rival? No, those don't sound right for something about compatibility.] partner, I suppose, for this challenge.
[The vampire looks at the flier briefly, before smirking and nodding with great enthusiasm.]
Yes, of course! This looks like an excellent locale for a date! It even comes with a bonus contest! Minato appears to be well prepared in case a date of his own comes along!
I must warn you, I do not plan on losing. [She smiles widely, confident, placing both hands on her hips. She nods at his conclusion about Minato's preparations.] With such amenities at his disposal, any potential date would be satisfied.
[Because food, obviously.
Milla deposits the flier on the floor in the existing mess and marches off towards the door. It's a mercy she doesn't kick it down but remembers to pull it, and makes her way down the corridor and down the stairs to the entrance of the dorm. As predicted, it's empty. She makes a mental note to try out the sofas later, and holds the front door of the dorm open for Val to pass through.]
get in loser we're going dating
What was more insulting was the instruction to stay in Minato's room.
As wonderous and full of treasures as it was, it had its limits. And, more importantly, she had been looking forward to a guided tour of the human world. (This guided tour not agreed to by Minato, of course, but since when did that stop them from deciding what their host should provide them with?) Even the bed had lost its appeal and Milla was now laid on the floor, arms wide, feet propped up over the side of the frame. Books are haphazardly thrown around her at the point she lost interest, or moved onto the next one. Bored, bored, bored.]
Yes, however... there's only so much information you can gain on human rituals without putting it to practical use. And I would have hoped he was here to explain some of them... the details were incredlibly lacking. [Your host points are going down, Minato.] ... or, at the very least, given us an activity to engage in whilst he was away on business.
[Not that she can't entertain herself, bu she already thought of coming here in the first place, Minato was supposed to provide after that. But Valvatorez is right: this room isn't fun anymore.
As such, she pulls her legs down and sits upright in one fluid motion.]
There was one thing I read about that we could try. If the book is correct, you only need two people. If he won't teach us, we will have to find out for ourselves. [She nods thoughtfully to herself.] When in the human world, Valvatorez, do as the humans do.
Awwww yeah
Tell me of what you read of! Is it one of those harrowing competitions, like caged deathmatches, ping-pong, or the dreaded trip to the... DMV, was it?
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[It didn't, but her intepretation is something the writer has no control over.]
The activity was called a date. It does not, however, involve the food. [Unless you want it to but there was a brief period of time when Milla wondered why humans were so concerned with taking a piece of fruit on various outings. Ahem.] Two human parties go together to a location of their choosing. I believe it is used to determine romantic interest in another party, and to find a suitable mate to produce offspring. Of course, we need not focus on that.
[Because one Milla and one Val is enough for any universe, let alone tiny versions of them.]
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I think it would be best not to focus on the... offspring thing. We have our own traditions for that, but... I would be lying if I said the idea of using such an activity to determine compatibility wasn't fascinating to some degree.
Very well, then! I challenge you to this contest of dating, Milla! ...Now where should we go?
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Milla makes a beeline for the shelf that she has partly dismantled and digs around between some books, before pulling out a leaflet, which she holds out for Valvatorez to take.]
It has been a while since I've eaten. [Date activities currently inspired by the growling noise from her stomach. Those sardines were a long, long time ago.]
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[The vampire looks at the flier briefly, before smirking and nodding with great enthusiasm.]
Yes, of course! This looks like an excellent locale for a date! It even comes with a bonus contest! Minato appears to be well prepared in case a date of his own comes along!
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[Because food, obviously.
Milla deposits the flier on the floor in the existing mess and marches off towards the door. It's a mercy she doesn't kick it down but remembers to pull it, and makes her way down the corridor and down the stairs to the entrance of the dorm. As predicted, it's empty. She makes a mental note to try out the sofas later, and holds the front door of the dorm open for Val to pass through.]
After you.
[This was also in the book. Be chivalrous.]