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]

You didn't freak out when I removed the glamor. Was I expecting too much?

[Her head moves back and forth as she entertains her previous assumptions.]

Like, maybe I expected some flailing. Backwards skid of the chair. An, "Oh, shit!" could have been standard.

[Politeness? Her?? Well, she's a hospitable person, but graceful? HaHA.]

[pragnanz]

[ " Rule Number One: An Aubert never flinches.

Rule Number Two: An Aubert never plays by anyone else's rules.

Rule Number Three: An Aubert must be able to adjust to any and all unforeseen circumstances. "]

Old habits die hard.

[ Honestly, he could've forgotten about his family's teachings if it weren't so ingrained already. He answers her with a hearty laugh, plopping his glove back onto the table so he can lean forward again. ]

Is it too late to give you a reaction? I suppose that would be insincere. I'll have a written report of my innermost turmoil on your counter by tomorrow morning.

[infusion]

[Her cheeks puff up and she releases what can only be called a haughty huff before retorting.]

Yeah, the time to react with shock and horror at my freak show of an arm has expired, hon. No second chances for this one.

[Although, he does inadvertently remind her about wanting to set up a guestbook of sorts. (He may be one customer she remembers without it though)]

[pragnanz]

What an unreasonable assumption about my character. Any Mad Doctor worth his salt would have reacted with joy and unbridled curiosity, not shock and horror.

[ An inscrutable smile here: is he being serious? God, let's hope not.

(It's also a deflection, shh.) ]

No need to be so self-deprecating.

[infusion]

Well, when you put it that way, I'm beginning to think I shouldn't have showed you my arm. [Her lips are pursed, but then she looks nonplussed otherwise.] Eh. Come what may.

So, that's me. Witch and owner of a magic cafe. And here I am... [And she sweeps an arm towards Claude, almost theatrically so.]

... Talking to a doctor from 1879.

[pragnanz]

[ He returns that sweep with a bow, equally as theatrical. ]

Yours truly. Is that an invitation for me to reveal something scandalous about myself, I wonder.

[ A low hum. ]

I doubt I could say anything that matches up with what you've shown me.

[infusion]

I dunno. 1879 sounds like it could be a wild year. My grandmother definitely had fun during that century anyways...

[Her grandma be ollllld.]

Anyways... I guess I'd like to know something about you? [Rubbing her chin thoughtfully.] I mean, I shared about the witch thing since I'd look more like a fool trying to cover it up.

[pragnanz]

Something about me.

[ She's asked him the most difficult question that could be asked of him: not just because he, in essence, is sitting on years of carefully cultivated self-deprecation, but because most people don't care to ask. ]

Well. Here's a one-time only deal, then: ask me a question, and I'll answer as truthfully as I can manage.

[ This hinges on her trusting that he's honest (he's not), but there it is. ]

[infusion]

Hmmmm.

[She's seriously considering her options here. How will Iona Jacqueline Oakes spend this one-time only deal?]




When was the last time you got drunk?

[GOOD JOB]

[pragnanz]

[ IONA.......

He blinks, mildly disarmed, but he's quick to recover and his expression turns into something

inappropriately devious. ]

What if I said... never?

[ Claude??? Don't do this ]

[infusion]

That's not an answer!

[She's clearly not letting this slide.]

Maybe I should have just asked whether you've drank embalming fluid before.

[pragnanz]

Embalming fluid? God no, that would be worse than absinthe.

[ Sherlock Holmes would beg to differ. ]

What if I told you that I've drank but never gotten drunk?

[infusion]

See? That makes more sense. Though, if you're from Paris, isn't hard to avoid drinking a lot?

[pragnanz]

Generally, people find it a bad idea to get your doctor drunk at a social gathering. If someone collapses of alcohol poisoning and it's the resident physician, you can imagine the complications that would arise.

[ that, and he's a friendless loser. that too. ]

Are you disappointed?

[infusion]

Not really. I think when you put it that way, it's very sensible.

Okay, next question. [Iona it's supposed to be a one time only deal-...]

Have any family? None? Don't care?

[pragnanz]

[ She's breaking his rules!!! And with such a loaded question, albeit probably the most innocuous one ever.

He doesn't hesitate, though, and answers with a very brief: ]

A brother.

[ He doesn't say 'half', and he doesn't say 'mother or father', because at the end of the day, his mother is dead and his father's a douchebag. ]

I've a feeling you'd like him— everyone does.

[infusion]

Huh.

[Her coffee is mostly done and she swirls what's left on the bottom thoughtfully.]

I have a big brother! It's just me, him, and Grandma. And Oren. Oren counts.

[pragnanz]

Of course.

[ In reference to Oren, he means. His empty cup is placed gently aside, in reverence for how good the contents were. ]

I take it the magic is hereditary? These things seem like family affairs.

[ he's so jaded about this shit it's unreal ]

[infusion]

Yeah, you'd be right on the mark. There's exceptions to the rule, but again. Exceptions.

[She's heard of the Emerald Witch, someone whose power was given to her by the Witch King, from Berna before, who rolled her eyes about that particular individual.]

There's not a lot of magically inclined nowadays, but that's just if you don't count those who have been around for decades.

[pragnanz]

[ Ah. Well.

Brightly: ] May I ask how old you are, or is that an invasion of privacy?

[infusion]

[She rolls her eyes, but answers more easily than expected.]

23. I'm still a kid and I got ways to go before I hit my first century.

[pragnanz]

Oh good, I don't feel completely out of my depth, then.

[ That's a lie, she's completely beyond his understanding, but whatever. He shrugs about it. ]

You have the whole world ahead of you, literally and figuratively.

[infusion]

... Mm. [A delayed verbal response; it seems she's not entirely enthusiastic about being so long lived.]

So, what about you? I mean, it's obvious you're technically older than me if we keep the year in mind, but right now you're...?

[pragnanz]

[ !! His favorite game, 'guess how old I am'. ]

I'm?

[ Here's an expectant lean. ]

How old do I look? No need to be flattering, I like to think I can take it.

1/2

[infusion]

Ahhh...

[This is... actually kind of hard to tell. On the one hand, he looks to be around her age and yet Iona's getting that feeling one has when someone older just LOVES to yank your chain...]

25...? Nah, more than that-...

[There's a slow shuffling noise that approaches from the back of the cafe, making Iona look up and over Claude's head.]

Oren??