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]

We've been thinking about it. Like, this doesn't have to strictly be a cafe and there's a lot of nice cocktails I'd love to make.

[do they even have a permit for booze, probably not]

But you're right. A cafe's just fine for handling misery, not to cause and enable more.

[onoir]

You would need more staffing. One woman alone couldn't possibly face off against the drunks I've acquainted myself with in the past.

[ Is that sexist?? He's sincerely concerned, though, and he's also old-fashioned as hell. ]

[infusion]

[That's a little...?? Iona does chalk it up to it being the lack of manpower since it's usually just her and Oren though, so he'd be right to wonder how they manage.]

Well, there's my co-worker in the back. He's immovable, but I usually take the floor when it comes to "issues."

I throw one hell of a punch and it usually gets people to step down.

[onoir]

[ Ah, right. She must have powers, if she's dealing with supernatural entities on a day to day basis. ]

That would do it.

[ He doesn't doubt that it does, if she's spent enough time here with enough belligerent people... ]

—But forgive me my lack of manners, Miss. I've neglected to ask you your name.

[infusion]

Iona Jacqueline Oakes.

[Berna was the one who gave her the names, first and middle. "Iona" because it sounded beautiful (the meaning wasn't important) and "Jacqueline" because she saw a part of herself in her granddaughter.

Grandma was weird that way.]

Just call me Iona! And you?

[onoir]

Miss Iona. A pleasure.

[ And he bows his head, in true knightly fashion, even if it's not called for. Old habits die hard. ]

They call me 'Lancer'— not my name proper, but it'll have to do.

[ A slight browraise here, as if to gauge her reaction: would she know anything about the War? ]

[infusion]

[SAY MY NAME SAY MY NAAAAAAAAAAME Yup. Don't make them anymore. Not the same way at least.]

Lancer, huh? [She purses her lips and shrugs it off with a smile.]

That's a cool name! It's got a noble aura to it... Yeah. Noble!

[onoir]

[ Oh Iona... he laughs about her decision regarding his name, which doesn't come across patronizing as much as just. Genuinely a little surprised. ]

It's straightforward, at the very least. But I can't complain— a title is a title.

[infusion]

Ah, so it's more or less on the nose. Got it.

My grandmother has a title too. Apparently those aren't given out to just anyone nowadays.

[onoir]

[ He makes a mental note: Iona has nothing to do with the War. Good.

This begs the question of how much he should actually divulge about himself, so he's glad she seems to be more keen on talking about her grandmother. That's easier, so he changes the subject. ]

What title does she have?

[infusion]

It's a really shiny one.

"The Crystalline Witch." Some people have heard of her, some haven't, and if it's the latter, she'll leave you with one hell of an impression so you can't forget.

[onoir]

A 'witch'?

[ That word has slightly negative connotations for him, but he's not about to dampen the mood... ]

—I see. She must be powerful, if she's feared the way she seems to be.

[infusion]

[She's wiping down the counters now and replies to Diarmuid cheerfully and jokingly]

You'd be right! I mean, 400 years and not a wrinkle on her face. Don't think she's letting any of those touch her really.

[onoir]

[ He stifles an oncoming laugh when she mentions the lack of aging— not that he can rightly apply that principle to himself because he's dead, but. Still. ]

That seems to be a common trend among witches.

—Ah, no disrespect to your grandmother, of course.

[infusion]

[Iona idly thinks how her friends at college would completely despise her for getting to talk to a man like this; even when holding back a laugh, it was fascinating. (Oren had yet to laugh as far as Iona can remember).]

It is what it is. And no worries, I think a bit of disrespect is healthy for her.

[If Iona was a ray of sunshine, Berna would be the life of every party, not necessarily seeking the attention, but if the spotlight was on her, she would soak it up for all it was worth.]

Since I'm one of her grandchildren, it's my job to give her lip every once and a while.

[onoir]

One of the many privileges granted to you as a member of family. I sympathize.

[ Having a literal God as a father was rough sometimes, mostly because of the incredible overprotectiveness, but that comes with the territory.

He finishes his cup of coffee, and then stands up as if looking for a place to wash it or deposit it— that's what's done nowadays, isn't it? ]

...Where should I put this?

[infusion]

[Iona waves a hand dismissively, which is her way of saying, "Don't bother."]

Oh, just leave it there, I'll pick it up. That's part of my job after all.

Unless you do want to start working here than by all means. I'm just one pretty face, but if there's two, I'll be goddamn unstoppable.

[Oren's pretty too, but he doesn't like appearing in front of most customers much less newcomers.]

[onoir]

[ He laughs, but he also immediately shakes his head: he knows she's joking, but, well. Loyalty and all that. ]

As tempting as your coffee is, I'll have to decline. I already have someone I answer to.

[ but lbr, if he were around, she probably would get a lot more customers and a lot more problems ]

[infusion]

Oooooh. [Mildly disappointed?? POSSIBLY. But she nods in understanding.]

I get it. Girlfriend right? Or guy-friend, that I get too.

[Iona shakes her head, crossing her arms.]

Man, they're always taken...

[onoir]

[ Ah. To correct, or not to correct... he figures that it's better not to go into details about his relationship with Ai, if only because it'd come with prying, and he's not at liberty to divulge things that he doesn't need to. ]

Someone important to me.

[ Is what he finally decides upon. Not a lie. ]

I hope her path crosses with yours, someday.

[infusion]

That's what they call a girlfriend!

[Yeah, gonna be that person, but to be fair she does have a joking tone about it.]

Hm. Who knows? I've only started to get people to notice the cafe and it's still hard to find even when people go with the knowledge of it...

Oh, if you're gonna leave, you might as well bring something back to your important person.

[onoir]

[ Again, he won't correct her, even if he feels like that term is extremely limiting. If anything, he refuses to touch the subject at all out of reverence or avoidance, it's a fine line.

His brows turn down, maybe a little exasperated, but friendly enough. ]

A souvenir? Don't trouble yourself— as I've told you, I've no money.

[infusion]

Think of this as marketing through free samples! And no one else has come in today, so it'd be a shame to have these go to waste.

[Iona, this only works because you don't worry about money because of your grandma, god. That and being overly generous.

She disappears into the kitchen again, speaking to Oren who may or may not sound disgruntled by Iona's insistence in giving too many freebies... She's won out in the end and she returns with a thin box filled with several colorful macaron cookies.]

No strings attached, just tasty cookies that she will be pleasantly surprised, if not, elated by.

[onoir]

[ Okay, wow, this is... these sure are cute. He takes the box with a bit of trepidation, as if he doesn't really know what he's supposed to do with it— are these really edible?— and shoots a look towards the back room in a silent 'help me out' to Oren, who is most definitely not able to see the signals.

Ah, well. ]

...Thank you. [ He somehow feels like he was suckered into this... ] To be honest with you, I have no idea what her tastes in food are.

[ Spicy things, he remembers that she likes things to be really spicy... but surely Ai won't say no too cookies?! ]

But your consideration is enough. Again: thank you.

[infusion]

You're welcome and you're welcome. Trust me, there are very few people who would be able to resist macarons except for the most hardhearted and joyless individuals. [or people who are allergic to almonds have you ever thought of that]

[She claps her hands together triumphantly.]

My good deed of the day! Heh. It's only been a little over a year, but I'm so glad I started up a business like this. Most people think witches should be doing more important things, but I get to meet so many interesting people and I feel like I'm doing some good!