OPEN RP POST DEUX

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This a post where I'll RP anything with you and that means ANYTHING. Except smut because I suck at that 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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[ ... Weeeeeird.

Rhea swears she was supposed to be at a bar right now (she's certainly dressed for it). That's where she was headed to, at least, and this is. Definitely not a bar. She has half a mind to turn around and walk back out, but you know what? This place looks so cozy, and honestly? She'd only thought to go out tonight because what else would she do? Literally nothing. She has nothing better to do than go out and drink and roll her eyes at skeevy strangers. Maybe a low-key night at a cafe would be a nice change of pace.

She's still a little skeptical, though, when she walks up to the counter and is greeted by the alarmingly bouncy and cheery lady. Alarmingly. ]

Uh... Yeah. By the way, Midnight Grind totally sounds like it could be a nightclub. Just saying.

[infusion]

[Huh. Well, she's gotten ruder comments before, it comes with the job. She's sketching out a waffle drawing on one of the chalkboards before looking at Rhea and raising a brow at her outfit. It's cute, but not cafe material. If Iona wasn't behind the counter and greeting customers, she'd probably lounge on one of the couches in sweatpants right now (and consequently get lectured by Oren).

Of course, she'll reply sarcastically.]

Can't imagine why. Doesn't remind me of anything untoward.

Anyways, first cup of coffee or tea is on the house. Any preference?

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[ Rhea bites down on her lip; that was her honest attempt at humor, but she knows it came across rudely, especially considering how Iona responded. So she looks down, hands clutching at her phone which she's set down on the counter. ]

Um. Coffee, I guess.

[ Caffeinated drinks don't tend to do much for her, but she can pretend. Like she does with alcohol. ]

[infusion]

Alright, coffee it is.

[Iona kinda feels bad for that sarcasm, but she kind of deals it out instinctively since Oren is the one who was incredibly insistent on the name even when Iona argued how weird it sounded.

That said, the coffee is prepared along with sugar and milk on the side and surprisingly two pieces of dark chocolate biscotti.]

There you go. Feel free to leave some feedback on the sweets. My cook's been trying out a new recipe.

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Oh, thanks.

[ Rhea takes a seat on a barstool by the coffee bar, because somehow that kind of seating is more familiar to her than any of the cozy spots around the rest of the cafe. She spares the sugar and milk a glance before thinking, nah. Black's where it's at. So she just sort of stares down at the coffee first, then at the biscotti. ]

Well, it looks really good, so that's a start. I'm supposed to dip it into the coffee or something, right?

[infusion]

[Iona's back behind the counter and on the latter, writing down menu items and prices. Looks like they do this on the fly here.]

Yeah, that would be an easy way to eat it. That and dark chocolate plus coffee? Instant satisfaction.

[timecoded]

Yeah, no kidding.

[ And with that, Rhea takes one of the biscotti in her hand and dips it into the chocolate before she lifts it, letting the excess coffee drip off before she bites into it. Now call her a robot, or whatever, but at least being such doesn't mean she can't taste things. ]

Mmm.

[infusion]

I will take that as a good thing.

[Iona looks pleased with the reaction at any rate.]

[timecoded]

Did you guys like-- [ Woops, she's talking with her mouth full, and she pauses to chew and swallow like a proper lady before continuing, ] --you made these yourself?

[infusion]

Well, I helped! That counts, right?

I kid, but my co-worker's the main cook and baker here. Completely mastery over the kitchen while I'm still learning most of the ropes.

[timecoded]

Wow, that's--awesome. I don't know how to cook anything. Like, seriously. Nothing.

[infusion]

How much nothing are we talking here? Can't work the microwave, nothing or frozen meals are doable, nothing?

[timecoded]

I mean, the microwave I have never really works right. I'm pretty sure it hates me for some reason--

[ Well. She knows the reason. Mostly because the microwave told her. She accidentally shoved something with foil in there and the microwave was not a happy camper. ]

[infusion]

There are recipes that probably won't burn the house down. Like. Sandwiches. Cold sandwiches.

[C'mon Rhea, let Iona have faith in you again]

[timecoded]

[ Look, she can't help that she doesn't get along well with some of her appliances, okay? ]

Lame. But I guess I could try that...

[infusion]

Please tell me you know scissor and knife safety as well?

[She's worrying for Rhea's well being so much. How do you live...]

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You mean other than "don't run with scissors" and "don't slice your finger off with a knife"?

[ She eats out all the time........ ]

[infusion]

Oh, great! You do know.

But also remember that a sharp knife is safer than a blunt knife for cutting.

[timecoded]

[ --w o o p s she got distracted by more biscotti and coffee and then biscotti + coffee, and she's chewing with the biscotti still in her hand by the end of Iona's pointer. ]

--Sorry, what?