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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[infusion]

[Back then, she wouldn't have been so pragmatic and that reply would have immediately sparked an indignant retort and defensiveness. Now, Iona just feels a little sad. Both Oren and Berna, they had warned her ahead of time to prepare for the passing of time where she slows down and everything and everyone else passes in a flash. Pragmatism was a part of growing up as a magickind and not everyone could handle it gracefully. Aside from the infighting, it was another reason why there was a lot less of them in the world.

Ah, right. Grandma.]

You know, if someone told me she was a doctor at one point, I'd believe it.

[You can do a LOT in 400 years.]

But I don't think she was. That would require getting dirty hands and even she has her limits.

[pragnanz]

[ On his end, he was expecting some sort of defensiveness— or admonishment, he gets that a lot— and is vaguely disappointed when he gets neither. He sips his tea, feels the warmth of it travel into his stomach, and wonders for a brief moment if this is safe to drink.

Ah, well.

That moment of silence buys him enough time to transition into a smile, and he even laughs when he hears Iona's second statement. ]

I take offense, as a doctor. [ And, abruptly: ] Will you come closer for a moment, miss?

[infusion]

[She blinks. And then narrows her eyes.]

Whhhhhhhy??

[Look, customer and witch barista.... It can't work sry2say. In all seriousness, Iona isn't going to immediately give.]

[pragnanz]

[ How could you possibly doubt such a trustworthy person???? Except no, Claude is objectively terrible and she's smart to ask this very wise question. ]

Come, come. The worst I could do is drip all over your nice shoes.

[ Except it isn't??? He's so full of shit. ]

[infusion]

Whoa now, don't give yourself that much credit.

[Well. Worse comes to worst, there's Oren who would defend her in a jiffy. He usually doesn't though because he doesn't have to.

She makes a thinking expression before replying.]

Your name. Give me your name first.

[pragnanz]

[ Hm. He toys with the idea of giving an alias, just to mess around with the notion, but he's never been especially ashamed of his name despite everything that could have led him to be.

So, he relents without much hesitation: ]

Claude. Claude Aubert. Should I write that out for you, in case you'd like to file a formal complaint against me in event of an emergency?

[infusion]

[She ignores that last part and dusts off her apron while coolly replying with her name.]

Iona. Iona Jacqueline Oakes.

[pragnanz]

Miss Oakes. [ His smile gets a touch wider, as he beckons her over again. ] It'll only be a moment of your time.

[infusion]

[With her eyes still narrowed, she finally relents and hops over the counter to approach his table and then sit on the chair across from him.]

Alright. Bring it.

[pragnanz]

You make it sound as if I'll attack you with a scalpel if you're not careful. Surely I don't strike you as the type.

[ And it's true: he's never been a fighter, his half-brother's always been the one that'd been better with a gun.

She comes over and he watches her carefully, feline features curled in amusement. ]

I just wanted to see your hands.

[infusion]

[Oh.

... Was there some hesitation? Perhaps, but Iona places both hands on the table, palms facing up. They're normal enough hands with the palms a slightly lighter tint than the rest of her.]

What, you a fortune teller now?

[pragnanz]

[ And he leans over, inspecting her hands as if there's something profound he can see in them...

...before he settles back and chuckles, winds his own fingers together and settles them on his lap. ]

Actually, I wanted to see if you'd eventually fold. [ oh my GOD ] You did, you're very charming.

[infusion]

[Her face is unmoving, but her right hand twitches. :|| Iona doesn't move her hands away though and just wrinkles her nose at Claude.]

I'm not that stubborn. [uh your description says otherwise]

And if you wanted to call me charming you didn't have to go through the trouble. I can take a compliment, no biggie.

[pragnanz]

I didn't, but then I would have had to say it from here, while you were all the way...

[ He points towards the counter where she'd been a few moments ago. ]

...Over there. Isn't it nicer this way?

[infusion]

[She gives him the, "Are you kidding me?" kind of look and she sighs as if actually relenting and leans back in her seat, crossing her arms, and shaking her head as if disappointed.]

Nicer, not sure. Roundabout's more like it.

[pragnanz]

Well. I was raised to respect the age-old tradition of pomp and circumstance.

[ He says, but his smile cracks a little and makes way for that ever-prevalent sense of vague detachment; a little disarming for someone who seems vibrant, otherwise. ]

[infusion]

[There's an awkward pause before Iona stands up and gets back behind the counter... To pour herself a cup of coffee, add milk and sugar, top it off with some foamed frothy cream, and a dash of nutmeg before she returns to the table to join Claude.]

Alright, I'll bite. No one else seems to be coming in yet, so we might as well talk until the rain lets up.

[pragnanz]

[ He's back to form by the time Iona comes back, his cup mostly emptied and his wet gloves hanging on the chair next to him, along with his overcoat. ]

Very good. I doubt anyone is outside in this rain, so let's hope it continues to be just you and me.

[ He's joking, he's joking. But, speaking of other people: ]

Though, it's strange— I don't seem to recall there ever being a cafe here.

[infusion]

[Well. Better tread carefully around this one although she's not sure if she can keep it up effectively without giving up and saying, "To hell with it," in the end.]

You're not recalling incorrectly. [Sips.] If that helps.

[pragnanz]

It does. It means that I'm not entirely ignorant about what goes on in my own city.

[ Not his at all, but he likes to say so if only because it's ironic. He watches her drink her coffee, which smells delicious even from a slight distance. ]

You're not from around here, are you, Miss Oakes?

[infusion]

... [Yeah, to hell with it. Dull guys are annoying, but the sharp ones had their downsides too.]

To be honest, I haven't even gotten a look outside where your "here" is. So that'd be a no.

[pragnanz]

[ Well, well, well. This is getting very interesting, albeit somewhat unbelievable. ]

So you mean to tell me that you're a very active sleepwalker, or that this place appeared out of thin air. A likely story.

[infusion]

The latter is anyways.

[Taking a looooooooong sip of coffee here.]

Likely, I mean. It's the most likely. The door kind of appears randomly like that.

[pragnanz]

I'm starting to suspect you of foul play, now. Did you slip something into your coffee, and consequently mine?

[ claude, behave. ]

[infusion]

Hey, don't be rude. It's practically a sin to ruin a good cup of coffee or tea, I'll have you know.