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]

[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!

[onoir]

[ Again, it's difficult to be inconvenienced by someone so upbeat and so eager to make people happy. Her words facilitate that notion, and Diarmuid smiles in response to her assertions, quiet but not exactly subtle about his approval. ]

Your work is noble. There's no greater reward than the smiles of those you want to make happy— I find it commendable.

[ And he bows, lifts his head once he's done with his gesture, and holds his free hand to his heart. ]

May the rain bring more cold hearts for you to warm, Miss Iona.

[infusion]

[Oh... She returns his gesture with curtsey of her own.]

And I hope your heart stays warm and noble, Lancer, especially for the person who's waiting for you to return.