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]

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?

[infusion]

[Iona's usually... Okay about not getting flustered. She feels she gets frustrated and off balance like any normal person and could probably brush off most unsavory remarks about her shortcomings. Right now though, her embarrassment shows through the shrug in her shoulders and hiding her hands in her lap, like a child caught doing something bad.]

Ah... Well. There's two employees for one!

[Oren is probably in the kitchen shaking his head at his charge. But he's taught her long ago that she takes responsibility for what she spills so he's not jumping to her defense anytime soon.]

And I figured you already had an off feeling about me to begin with.

[pragnanz]

[ Her embarrassment is something he drinks in, a reaction for his provocation: he'll take it. That's enough for now.

Now, to contend with the very real issue of dealing with magic. His expression moves from teasing to evaluative. ]

My feelings were less about you being off and more about finding it suspicious that an establishment could appear out of thin air. But I take it that that's a confession of sorts about how 'magical' you are?

[infusion]

Yeah, might as well spill the beans... I mean, how many people are gonna believe you especially if my cafe doesn't show up in the same spot, much less the same year again?

[She clears her throat and sits up in an upright position.]

I'll introduce myself again. I'm Iona Jacqueline Oakes and I'm a witch.

[A beat and then she looks to the side with her face in her hands as if ashamed.]

It never sounds good, it NEVER sounds good!!

[pragnanz]

A witch.

[ He parrots the word, slow and deliberate, before appending: ]

Is there any proof to back that claim? Aside from all of...this.

[infusion]

Oh. Right. Proof.

[She regains her composure almost immediately (this woman is extremely emotive isn't she)]

Well, I guess the word itself has many connotations, like demonic rituals, eating children, and riding broomsticks... But yeah, totally inaccurate.

[pragnanz]

Ah, so you don't feast on the flesh of innocents. Disappointing.

[ He says this as if he's 100% earnest about his disappointment, when in reality, he's skill skeptical: not of her character, but of the fact that people like that don't exist. He's certain they do. ]

What can you do, then, Miss Witch?

[infusion]

Could you just call me Iona? Thanks.

[She has a name you know!! And her indignant expression says that much.]

As for what I can do, well... I've only scratched the surface of what I'm capable of, but at the same time it's probably nothing special.

[She declares this honestly and not out of being humble. Magickind's definition of their powers was a deceptively simple saying: "Making the impossible, possible." Magic was an energy that flowed through their veins, slowed down their aging, made them in tune with the elements and the impossibilities to make possible was a vast and infinite field and very few were capable of grasping the images in their minds to make it a reality.

Magic's weird.]

I'm not really sure how to demonstrate to be honest. Not without feeling like a I'm just a cheap magician trying to show off the trick up my sleeves, anyways.

[pragnanz]

[ Claude doesn't understand her assertion at all, that she calls powers beyond normal people "nothing special", as if her innate ability not being up to par with a certain standard makes it not worth showing. But then again, he also appreciates that it must be humility, how virtuous of her.

He's very much detached in his assessment of her, but his smile lingers for the ride. ]

So you're telling me to place some faith in your claim that you can use magic. I hope you can appreciate how ludicrous that may seem to someone who only casually knows of the concept.

[ Not that he particularly needs her to prove herself, of course. He knows she doesn't have to, that's the whole point of having agency. ]

For the sake of my sanity, I'll believe you.

[ Usually it would be the latter, but he's not going to push it. ]

[infusion]

Huh. That made it easy for me, I appreciate that.

[Because Iona doesn't think anyone here wants a lecture about a concept that's exclusively for witches and warlocks anyways. But there is another way...]

Actually...

[Iona places her right hand on the table.]

Here. You can examine this. For real this time.

[pragnanz]

Not afraid I'll put a scalpel in it?

[ Again: joking. He reaches out, places his cold palm under hers. ]