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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[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.

[pragnanz]

Now I definitely know that you're not from my country— you'd be appalled by some of the nonsense some people put in their tea. A den of sinners, the lot of them. By your standards.

[infusion]

Yeah, about that... Where did you come in from?? [Iona straightens up to turn her head towards the door with a frown.]

I thought your clothes looked fancy as hell, but that isn't really indicate anything for me in particular.

[pragnanz]

[ The fact that she genuinely doesn't seem to know is, again, fairly surprising. That would mean he has to believe in magic outside of seemingly-living machinery, which is...

...Odd. ]

Paris. Montmartre, to be more precise— should I give you the date and year, in case you've forgotten those too?

[infusion]

[Her eyes light up at the mention of Paris and she momentarily forgets the subject at hand.]

Oh my god, I need to go to Paris one day! I mean, I could totally do that soon, I need to check out their cafes and...

[Oops, don't gush Iona- wait, and that "what year is it" question catches her off guard.]

... Well, I'm assuming it's the 21st century?

[pragnanz]

Well, if you're so inclined— it's waiting right outside this door. I hope.

[ A sweeping gesture towards the exit, before he goes on to answer her question proper.

Which he does without raising a brow, even if his answer is slightly off the rails: ]

Miss Oakes, the year is 1879.

[infusion]

Huh.

[A sip of her coffee as she registers his answer.]






Oh my god, since when did this place time travel?

[pragnanz]

I suspect it started when you lost your mind.

[ Joking, joking. ]

You don't mean to tell me that I'm currently a man out of time?

[infusion]

[She's not even giving a damn at this point about the sacred secrecy of magic and the supernatural as she sets down her coffee resting her forehead in one hand and grumbling.]

The magic for this space is so messed up! [She's gonna have to complain to Oren, seriously. Iona eyes Claude a little more curiously than before now that that's been cleared up.]

Anyways, that looks to be the case. I don't think it means you'll be stuck though.

[crossing fingers under table]

[pragnanz]

[ Magic. She uses that word so completely unironically that Claude actually laughs, elbow on the table and chin in hand. If he should be slightly more worried about his current predicament or whether or not he can get out of here in one piece, he isn't.

This is just a little more color to his day, honestly. ]

Let me get this straight: I've found myself in a magical cafe, divorced from space and time, headed by an employee who hasn't a clue as to how the place actually works.

[ Still chuckling. ]

Have I missed anything?