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]

... Geez!

[The flush is visible on her cheeks and she shakes her head at him as if wanting to make a remark about the hand kissing, but can't]

We'll see, we'll see. I need to ask Oren if it's safe. And well. Me in 1879 Paris?? [She sweeps a hand up and down at herself because, yeah, African American woman probably wouldn't be that outlandish, but she's assuming she'd still stick out.]

That aside, I think I figured out your age!

[pragnanz]

You'll have to get a new dress.

[ Is all he says about the matter, more pleased about her reaction and the subsequent call to guess his age. Let's see how she's done. ]

And of course, I'll hear your guess.

[infusion]

30.

[Her curly hair bounces as she tilts her head at him.]

I was talking to my brother and we were talking about his upcoming birthday among other things. He's almost hitting that age and I just thought...

[She trails off, waiting for him to confirm.]

[pragnanz]

[ What the fresh hell is this, people usually shoot for 21 to 23?! Is this also a magic thing... he doesn't understand.

He literally just stares, pokerfaced, until the expression breaks. ]

...Correct. I think that's my cue.

[ To leave before she starts reading his goddamn mind?! THIS IS SCARY. ]

[infusion]

[The weird thing is? Iona's none the wiser about how she's actually getting under his skin with this sort of thing. She waves him off happily as ever, with a one final goodbye.]

Thanks for visiting the Midnight Grind! We'll be expecting you next time!

[An uncertain promise of things to come, but Iona's learned to look forward to the uncertainties of tomorrow. It's what gives her interesting days like this one.

The door behind Claude remains. It's easier to see now that it's been passed through once. But it will gradually disappear the further away one gets from it until it's gone as if it was never there to begin with.]