Flynn Rider

The Character Isses Bingo Game
from icarus-suraki



Part I
o1. Think of or make a list of certain aspects, issues, or details of a character that seem to keep turning up in conversations or in the background of situations (see above for some examples).
o2. Create a bingo card (like the above) in your favorite image editing software of those details and issues. Don't forget the free space!
o3. Distribute your card(s) among your fellow players and collect cards from fellow players!

Part II
o4. Keep the cards you've collected from other players handy while tagging and logging with those players.
o5. Whenever something from those collected cards turns up in the conversation or situation, cover that square. But don't try to turn a conversation so you can get a square :( (Stalkers can play too! No need to be involved in the thread yourself!)
o6. Good luck and try for a Bingo!!

Here you can tag canon!Flynn or Poly!Flynn with any character you want in any setting you want.

[voice]


Hey hey hey, ladies and germs of the City! It is 4 PM and the weather is BE-YOOOOOOOOO-TIFUL! Which can only mean one thing - it's time for Flynn Rider's Infinitely Cooler Headspace, where we play real music!


We're kicking off with Uh Oh by Junior Doctor.


Clumsy words and bad pick up lines... I bet a lot of people can relate to that. Not me, of course.




For all you princesses looking for towers and knights looking for your white steed, fair warning: happily ever after isn't all it's cracked up to be.




To prove not all songs aren't about love or war (just most of them), we now have Jem's And So I Pray.




Man, Jem is in one sad spot. How about you listeners? Gimme a call, let me know how you're doing! Got an interesting story from your day? Share it with the world!




Nerina Pallot also wants to make me eat my words, singing about how she's just too darn tired to go out. Miss...consider my words slapped between two pieces of bread and slathered in mustard.




Well kids, it's time to wrap up. Here's a song to keep you dancing until tomorrow.





[ooc: Assume that conversations with callers fill out the rest of the show. XD If you want to call into the program, put [CALL] in the subject line. All other comments will go to his "Fan Page" aka journal. :3]

[video]

[Flynn glares into the camera, panting. His hair is full of twigs; his face scratched up, and a bug crawls across his forehead with no acknowledgement from him. He's THAT AGGRAVATED.]

I am NEVER doing birthdays again!


[His eyes narrow and he points his finger accusingly at the camera.]

YOU BETTER LIKE YOUR PRESENT, STEPHEN, THAT'S ALL I'VE GOTTA SAY.

[video]

[Flynn stands in the middle of a casino, spinning around and looking like a kid at Christmas.]

Oh YEAH! This is MY KINDA PLACE!



[ooc: Open action! Feel free to stumble upon him gambling away.]

Okay, let's get one thing straight. Yesterday? Never happened.

Except for the tv. Hanna, you owe me a new one. But other than that? Nothing.

[video]


[Flynn is deep in the Underground, carrying a torch and a cast-iron skillet. He alternates between a close examination of the ground and a wary glance around him.

His eyes fall upon the screen and he lights up.]


THERE you are!

[He tucks the skillet under one hand to pick up the device -

And screams as something jumps out at him. The torch tumbles to the ground.]




[ooc: And he's back! Well, I'm back. He wasn't gone. He just lost his device a few weeks back. Video, voice, action - anything goes! Also, PLZ TO BE FOURTH-WALLING?]

[accidental video]

[Flynn is pacing in his apartment, completely unaware that his device just flicked on.]

So. Rapunzel. You know that cursed dance thing tomorrow night? Do you think you might want to... no, no.

[He tries on his smarmy look.] Hey. How 'bout that dance tomorrow night?

[Nope. Not working for him.]

How do you feel about costume parties?

[Still no. He bangs his head against the wall in frustration.]

I used to be cool!

[video]

[The screen flicks on and Flynn leans forward, scowling.]

Rapunzel! What do you think you're doing, leaving the apartment? Get back here THIS INSTANT!




[ooc: very, very cursed]

[video]

[Flynn sits at a rickety desk, scribbling furiously. He's surrounded by crumbled pieces of paper.

He holds up his latest creation.]

Eugene Fitzherbert. Got more second chances than any man deserved.

Nooooo, that's depressing. True, but depressing. Then again, being dead is pretty depressing. Depressing enough?

[He ponders for a moment, then crumbles it up and tosses it aside and begins writing again.]