OPEN RP POST DEUX

[formidable]

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.

Comments

what format was I using again? >.>

[loyal_subject]

[Damn, he just wanted a place to wait out the rain in peace and now it's getting 'complicated'?

... Despite himself, his curiosity has the better of him. What's 'complicated'?]

If you don't know... are you not aligned with any Mage's organization? [He supposes it could happen, unlikely as it was that the Mages would let someone wander free.]

shhhhhh /headpats

[infusion]

Alright, I'll cut to the chase. I think we're both from completely different dimensions.

[A beat. And she kind of lets out a snort.]

Wow, that sounded sillier than it did in my head.

[loyal_subject]

[Waver blinks at her, then sighs and slumps.]

Great. [And it's all her fault- he can't make dimensional doors. His head then snaps up. She'd asked if the door was broken-]

Wait- your door isn't supposed to do this? What will you do if I don't get back properly?!

[infusion]

[She's unperturbed by his panicking and holds up one finger to silence him. And then she points at his coffee.]

It's gonna get cold. Drink. Calm down. I'll explain it as best as I can.

[There's some authority in her voice and it's not backing down.]

[loyal_subject]

[Calm down? He's totally calm for someone in the wrong dimension!

[With a frown he looks at the coffee. ... It'll be faster to just go along with it. So he takes the cup and sits at the table closest to the counter.]

Fine. Go for it.

[infusion]

[SIGH. She rubs the back of her head before she continues.]

Good news is, is that you'll be able to go back where you came from. That's just how the door works.

"Everywhere, but nowhere, at once." It's vague, but you gotta go with the flow. Although "everywhere" usually just applies to what I'm familiar with.

[ANOTHER SHRUG. She's fairly casual about this.]

[loyal_subject]

[That explanation is 'the best she can'?]

Well, that is good news, then.

[He tests the temperature of his coffee, pressing his hands carefully to the cup.
'Gotta go with the flow', though?]

It sounds suspiciously like you were not the one to design the door's rules, though.

[infusion]

Well, that door's probably older than the both of us combined!

[She laughs as if it's a funny thing.]

Anyways, relax. Don't think too hard about how we're from different worlds or whatever. Though, the Clock Tower does sound interesting. Maybe my grandmother would know something about it...??

[loyal_subject]

[Of course Waver isn't going to relax. That this would happen to him so easily... (sigh). At least it doesn't seem to be dangerous.

His lips twist into a sardonic smile.]

'Interesting'? The Clock Tower is full of self-involved, arrogant pricks who can't see past their noses.

[As he speaks he pours some milk into his coffee. He then takes a sip. And then takes a drink.]

Wow, that's good.

[Just like he asked for, it tastes like coffee without being so bitter. He doesn't even feel the urge to add heaps of sugar.]

[infusion]

[Iona grins at his reaction to the coffee, leaning on the counter with her elbows.]

Isn't it though? I'm so glad you like it!

[loyal_subject]

It's exactly what I asked for, which pretty much never happens. [In coffee or in life.]

Thanks.

[He wouldn't mind paying for another cup, even.]</small.

[infusion]

Bad luck strikes often, huh? Don't worry about getting a bad cup here though.

[loyal_subject]

You have no idea.

In that case, I wish I could find your door any time. You'd probably make way too much money off me.

[infusion]

You never know! Maybe this door will be the one spot of good luck.

Anyways, what's your name? Call me Iona.

[loyal_subject]

I'm Waver Velvet.

[And he takes another sip of coffee. He doesn't particularly feel like adding anything else to his introduction. His eyes wander back over to the bookcase- if anything, he'd just like to quietly wait out the rain, now. (Before anything else weird happens.)]

[infusion]

[As if sensing his need to have some peace and silence for a few minutes, she busies herself by making herself a cup of plain black tea. And then she sits on the counter because she can, sipping it quietly.

As he glances at the bookshelf, Iona casually asks:]

Do you want to borrow one? A book?

[loyal_subject]

I don't suppose you'd have them out like this if you didn't mean for people to borrow them...

[But he nods- of course he'd like to read them. He gets up from the table, coffee in hand, and goes back over to the book case, his eyes instantly gravitating towards the academic texts. (He doesn't suppose there'd be something here about gaining stronger magic circuits or refuting the whole 'strength by pedigree' thing.)]

[infusion]

[There's books about mystical creatures, summonings, magic used in historical times, but probably nothing Waver would be familiar like the books in the Clock Tower.

Iona's sweeping the floor around the cafe now and she talks while working.]

So, Waver. You're a student at this Clock Tower, I'm assuming?

[loyal_subject]

[He lingers over the historical books, thinking of Iskandar, but ends up taking out a book about mystical creatures. Really? Does it being a different world mean that there's different creatures around?

Flipping idly through it while standing at the bookshelf, he nods absently to her question.]

Yes. But I'm taking a break from my studies there.

[infusion]

Ah, you did mention them being something along the lines with sticks up their asses. Sheesh and you'd think normal schools would be bad enough.

[loyal_subject]

[Waver snorts softly.]

'Something along those lines.'

[He continues more loudly,]

I'm going to go back and beat them all over the head with those sticks.

[With Kayneth being dead, things were bound to be changing anyways. He could see it changed better.]

[infusion]

[She leans on her broomstick looking thoughtful and totally ignoring Waver's declaration of scholarly revolution.]

So you guys are magi, while here we're witches and warlocks. Huh. That's one difference down.

[loyal_subject]

[He closed the book he'd been flipping through and waved it back and forth slowly.]

One of about twenty thousand, I'm sure.

[Putting it back, he pulled out another one at random.]

I'll admit I'm curious about the other nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, but I don't mean to make dimensional worlds my area of expertise.

[infusion]

Only nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine? I figure there'd be more.

[She's joking of course.]

[loyal_subject]

If you really want to start counting, be my guest. I just won't stick around for a decade for you to finish.

[He's kidding too. You know, kinda.]