OPEN RP POST TROIS

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This a post where I'll RP anything with you! Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. Here's some prompts below to help get things moving along if you don't have an idea to play out. The prompts are just prompts, if you have something specific, just let me know either at sweethymns or my AIM (rainsweets). Have at it! ➢ 01. AMUSEMENT PARK: Disneyland? Knotts Berry Farm? Six Flags? A made up amusement park with knockoff characters? Who cares, let's just ride that roller coaster or that giant swing ride! ➤ 02. PARK: Benches, trees, grass, maybe a lake and a basketball or volleyball court. ➢ 03. SNOWY DAY: Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful... or the level of snowfall can be any you wish! Light or heavy, there's going to be some winter related activities somewhere. ➤ 04. DINER: I love food, I really, really, really love food. And so do muses if they like to eat too! This diner seems to have a very HUGE menu with a large variety of dishes! Let's bond over food stuffs! ➢ 05. SICK DAY: Either your muse or my muse is sick. Who's taking care of who? ➤ 06. SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: Our characters are stuck in a closet and can't get out until there is some kissing, so they better make good use of those seven minutes... DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME. ➢ 07. SCHOOL: High school never ends! Or any type of schooling really. So whether it's in class or in the gym, let's try to endure mandatory education! ➤ 08. SURVIVAL HORROR: That old mansion/creepy town/underground science lab/zombie infested city ain't going to be survived by itself. Grab your medicinal herbs and shotguns, let's survive the horror. ➢ 09. WILDCARD: Let's make up shit.

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TFLN shitposting edition

[infusion]

[Iona had exchanged numbers with Michael after the incident with the wendigo in the mountains. It's kind of hard not to bond after an experience like that. Life had a way of keeping people busy and out of sight and out of mind. It seems like a while before she contacts him although it's not quite for any particular reason...]

i finally watched harry potter... a tad unrealistic if you ask me... i mean a ginger kid with 2 friends?

[Yeah. It's one of those days.]

[dilatory]

[Michael is at his computer when his phone buzzes, knee-deep in complicated back-end coding for a particularly fussy client. He looks over and sees it's from Iona, and he's pleasantly surprised. He hasn't really heard from her -- honestly, he thought she might have forgotten about him after their initial meeting. He has a feeling she meets unusual people everyday, and he accounted for nothing really special in the end.

He picks up his phone to read the text and raises an amused brow. Okay. Random.]

You don't like gingers?

[infusion]

Depends on the ginger ;)

How are you? I got busy and felt bad for not texting you soon after!

[dilatory]

Depends on what? [Wait, is that weird? Should he delete it? OVERTHINKING CONVERSATIONS, that's him. He debates for like 30 seconds before leaving it.]

I'm good. Found more work. Currently stuck at my computer, feeling like my eyes are going to fall out of my head. Would much rather have watched Harry Potter for sure.

[infusion]

ooooh sorry, am I bothering you during work then? :c

I know! You should visit the cafe for a break or once you're done :DD

[dilatory]

Not at all. I'm actually ahead of schedule; I just like to get things done quickly.

I wouldn't mind stopping by. You're not too busy are you?

[infusion]

I'm running a business. Being busy is a good thing!

So c'mon over!!!

[dilatory]

Just don't laugh at me if I have problems finding that magic door again.

[But as only a few minutes pass before the door swings open to the cafe and Michael walks in, he obviously didn't have too much trouble. He has a messenger bag slung over his shoulder and he adjusts it as he closes the door behind him.

Looking around, there's plenty of people in here. It's a stark contrast to when it was just him and Iona, and Oren lingering in the background. That awkward moment passes, the kind where people stare at the newcomer walking in for a brief second before going about their business again.

He gazes around to see if he can spot Iona. Just...standing there.]

[infusion]

[Iona's behind the counter taking some money from a customer; most of them seem to be younger aged people between their teens or college aged. Books are spread out, laptops and tablets light up the tables... It seems rather normal for the most part.

Iona spots Michael and waves him over.]

You made it!

[dilatory]

[He sees her and smiling slightly, begins to head over, having to weave past a couple of young teens on the way.]

Hey. [He leans against the counter, looking around.] You weren't kidding about it being busy.

[infusion]

School's starting again soon! And I've been told I've got great wifi, so the younger college kids can get the classes they want more easily when they sign up online.

[How does one install wifi service in a magic cafe with a door that's everywhere and nowhere at once? A MYSTERY.]

[dilatory]

[HE WAS JUST WONDERING THAT ACTUALLY but he doesn't ask. He'll take her word for it.]

Not for me. I don't have to worry about classes any more, remember? [He's thankful for that, but a part of him vaguely misses those days.]

So... [A beat.] Is everyone here, you know... different? They don't really look it.

[I.e. not normal?]

[infusion]

Were you expecting multiple limbs and eyes? For the most part I serve humanoids, not aliens. Our outer space brethren have yet to find it fit to grace their presence here.

[dilatory]

I mean... I don't know. There's not even a single wizard hat to be seen.

[That's a joke.]

[infusion]

Believe it or not, wizard hats just don't go well with most clothes these days.

How are you? Feeling better after what happened in the woods?

[dilatory]

[He nods, shifting his messenger bag and setting it down on the counter, so that it doesn't weigh as heavily on his shoulder. (He has his laptop in there. Just in case he wants to get working again.)]

A lot better. No more nosebleeds.

[He pauses, seeming to consider something.]

By the way, Iona, I've been meaning to ask you something, if you don't mind answering.

[infusion]

[It's settled down now that most of the customers have their drinks and food. Iona's busying herself with a black chalkboard to write and draw on the specials of the day (aka whatever Oren's cooked up in the back) and she nods at Michael.]

Sure! Ask away. I'm a little free right now at least.

[dilatory]

[His eyes follow every move the chalk makes as she writes, every stroke and turn.]

Who taught you how to use your magic?

[infusion]

Oh, that? Oren taught me!

[She gestures with one thumb towards the kitchen where he is.]

My grandmother or my brother could have done so, but he was actually a good choice in the end.

[For various reasons that she won't go into obviously.]

[dilatory]

[He shoots a quick glance in Oren's direction. What a strange man. He's curious about him, but it's not really the reason why he's asking.]

Why? Was he a friend of the family, or-

[He stops himself, thinking that this isn't the way to go about what he's getting at.]

I should start over. I thought about what you told me the last time I was here, about not having courage. I'm starting to think that I should be a little braver, if only because what's the point of me sitting around, waiting for something bad to happen. [The wendigo was a wake-up call.] Basically if I can't be completely normal, I should try to get a better grasp on what I do have.

[An exhale.]

Basically, I wanted to know if you-- or, I mean, if you know anyone who might be willing to help me get a handle on my powers. I know it's not exactly magic, but maybe someone knows something that could help.

[infusion]

[She chuckles and shakes her head, fully understanding what he might be getting at.]

Family friend is probably the closest answer I can give for now.

[And she listens to him give his explanation thoughtfully.]

Well, first off. Do you do any physical exercise? Meditation? Yoga?

[dilatory]

[He nods, though he's not quite certain what she's getting at.]

I go to the gym to let off some steam pretty frequently. [It helps keep him distracted; the consequence being that he has a nicely-toned body underneath those pretty standard clothes.] So yes to physical exercise, but no to meditation?

[infusion]

So no martial arts or anything...

I guess what I'm getting at here is that you really, really need to sharpen your focus and your senses so that when you use what you have, it doesn't take a huge toll on your brain.

[dilatory]

So, are you saying I need to sign up for a martial arts class?

[That sounds....terrifyingly exciting, almost.]

[infusion]

That's one option! And you could set aside some time in your schedule to well... Just slowly using your powers more often?

[She crosses her arms, trying to think hard about this for his sake.]

In my experience, the more you hold back, the more you're in danger your powers backfiring on you because of one's inexperience of handling them.