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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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"All done, Noble Four?"
"No, not yet." Emile growled, covering the paper he'd been writing on with his arm to stop Cortana from getting a good look at it.
"Alright, just checking!" Cortana said with a chipper tone and floated off, humming jovially. Emile watched as she floated around, and shook his head. He didn't give a fuck what anybody else said, that stupid orb was driving her crazy. Or she'd just been crazy the whole damn time. How nobody else had picked up on it was beyond him at this point; he remembered feeling a cold chill go up his spine when Carter had been in the middle of lecturing him when she'd come out of nowhere and offered her assistance instead. He knew one thing, this was easily a million times worse than being grounded. He supposed that was the point, but that didn't make it any better. Being drilled on worthless knowledge from 500 years and the...consequences if he didn't remember it all...
"Only five minutes left, Noble Four!" Cortana announced, snapping him out of his thoughts. Emile stared at the paper for a minute more before deciding it wasn't getting any better and standing up.
"Fine. It's done." Immediately, Cortana was floating over towards him and look at the paper. Every few seconds she let out an "mmhm" or an "Oh! Very nice!" Emile held his breath as she went on like this for a few minutes, before abruptly stopping.
"...ohhh, I'm sorry, Noble Four." She eventually said, feigning concern as she floated up to eye level with Emile. "The Breakfast Club came out in 1985, not 1986." She explained, her eye slowly turning from blue to red.
As he heard a high-pitched whine coming from that stupid orb, Emile swore that he would never do anything to get himself grounded ever again.
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