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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
no subject
"Why are we here?"
Cats. He'd learned that they were animals. Furry, strange, contrary animals that did not normally talk, except in cartoons. That was a fictionalization— Flynn had seemed sure of that. Flynn knew everything.
Users had worshiped them.
"I mean, it's not like we're really just here for no reason. Are we supposed to do something?"
Programs have directives, Jiji. Briefly, Anon wondered if Jiji was frightened of being so directionless. No set purpose. Maybe even no purpose at all; terrifying.
Jiji liked to talk, to come around and just talk. He always seemed to be able to find the program just when he was doing something important, or when he thought he was alone, when he was lonely. When he was sad. Maybe cats weren't so unpleasant after all. Jiji seemed to be expecting an answer, to Anon tilted his head blankly towards the animal, who seemed to take it as a positive sign.
"It's one of those big questions, I guess. The meaning of life. Unless we're just lab animals or something. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"
Anon wasn't hungry. But he stood up anyways and Jiji rubbed against his ankles. Enough brooding.
"Let's go."