call me out meme;

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

♛ refer to the list above 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. meme code.

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Milly

[shiro_megane_kun]

[She finally had enough points to go home, if she wanted to. Not that she did want to, but she was fortunate enough to have the option, which seemed rare enough.]

[She hadn't told him. Hadn't told anyone.]

[They'd fallen asleep tangled up in one another, him spooning her, wrapping her up in his arms like he could protect her if he did, one of his hands over hers, fingers laced together.]

[There was a brief moment of disorientation when she woke up, a brief moment of uncertainty about where she was – not too uncommon, really, since arriving on the station – that gave way to the comforting reality that she was in her room, in her bed. But she only had a moment to relax before it hit her like a tidal wave.]

[This was her bed, yes, but not the bed she'd fallen asleep in. There was a familiar body spooning hers. A body that had never been in this bed before. That shouldn't be in this bed. That, of all people, should not find himself here, in her native reality.]

[Almost as if he unconsciously sensed the tension, the physiological reaction to the epiphany that was dawning on her, he began to stir.]

[shesgotguts]

[lagunbiru was a ship of tricks, and this-- a replica of her room in the tokyo settlement as she had left it, right down to the clothes she had left on the floor-- was surprising, but not wholly out of character for it. it's alarming for the moment, thrust into her old life, but she's missed this, this familiarity. the life she's created away from area 11 is what she wants, but the one she left behind was worth something, and her heart warms remembering everything wonderful. warmer, still, is the body next to her, and in the dreamy haze, she is glad that she can show ishida this moment when he wakes. just what day did the ship create for her? was it the last day in the settlement, or was it something earlier? a festival day? the first day of school? or something random? she's excited to find out.

but he's still asleep, and she can catch up on the affairs of the ship in the meantime. she waves her hand to pull up the screen, but nothing flashes up. again, she tries, but still nothing. her phone is on her nightstand-- her old phone-- and it is ringing. a call from work. work? it stops, and she sees messages from coworkers, friends, her parents... her parents. what day is it? 6:37 AM, 12th september, 2018, says the phone. a date she didn't get to see in britannia. what kind of game is the ship playing, and how does she end it?

she snaps up, headed to the door, but she doesn't even make it out of bed-- there a pain at the back of her head that presses through to the front of it that knocks her back. it's from the riot-- a wound at the nape of her neck, and deep bruising along the left shoulder. there's too many pieces, too many parts for the ship to know and get them all right. how does she stop the illusion and get her old room back? how does she break free? after giving ishida's hand a gentle squeeze, she braces herself and stumbles out of bed, headed to the window to open the curtains. lagunbiru was a machine, and only knew as much as its users. milly had shared much with it to bring back home, but had never bothered to alter mount fuji as it knew it. no sakuradite mining, no gaping holes in the mountainside. just what it looked like twenty years ago.

but mount fuji is deeply etched into, destroyed like it's been her entire life. the shinjuku ghetto still stands, and the fleija crater hasn't been rebuilt. lagunbiru wouldn't know this, but it would know what day she arrived. it would know what day to send her back to. and yet, it carelessly sent another with her. pain and panic flood her mind, but she cannot show it, not when their dilemma is so much larger than landing in a room from memory.

there is rustling, and she snaps her head around to find its source, only to regret such sudden movements-- britannian medical technology just wasn't like lagunbiran, was it? at least she can pinpoint the noises, and they are coming from her darling, her love, her poor, unsuspecting ishida.]

Uryu...

[the panic bubbles up again, but she can't worry him. the sun is barely up. his eyes aren't even open. so the curtains follow suit; she shuts them and shuffles back into bed, underneath covers and into his arms. it's all an illusion. a game. a prank played on her by the ship. and if she goes back to sleep, everything will be as it was. right?

but sleep does not sweep her away, and all she can do is clutch onto ishida and pray that this is only temporary.]