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.

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This is going to be beautiful

[bearwitness]

[Goddammit. GODDAMMIT. Lieutenant Abigail Mills has had to develop a high tolerance for many things. Time travelers, witch craft, hell beasts, the apocalypse, a headless horseman from the American Revolutionary War... Yeah, she's had one hell of a year.

So yeah, maybe space got her skeptical. She's not even gonna try to even comprehend the "how." The "why" would be nice though. Like, why are there haunted space mansions? Why is she in one AGAIN? And why is she caught up with a man who thankfully is 100% human and was at least helpful towards the fellow Earthling.]

I've been in a haunted house before. Like, it was legitimately haunted and everything.

Guess right now it's round two, 'cept millions of light years away from Earth.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His flashlight darts off to his side at a sudden creaking -- probably just the house settling on its foundation, he reasons -- but he recovers from his surprise quickly, running a hand over his hair.

He can't help grinning when Abbie mentions Earth -- though not so much at her whole supernatural-ghost-experience-thing. It's been ages since he's run into another Terran, and he's glad for the company. Not because this house is, you know, creepy as hell, but because someone will finally appreciate his references. ]

As long as we don't see any sets of twins holding hands and singing "Ring Around the Rosie" in a minor key, I think I'm good.

[ His light roams over the foyer: a grand staircase in the center, with some of the steps already having decayed and fallen in; behind it are hallways leading further into the house; to the left and to the right are more hallways, one leading to what appears to be entertainment areas, the other leading to the dining rooms (who the hell needs more than one, anyway?).

He flashes her a winning smile. ] So, Lieutenant Mills, as my resident haunted house expert, should we head up the creepy stairs, or should we take creepy hallways number one, two, or three?

[bearwitness]

[She has her own flashlight and she grimaces at the four choices presented to her.]

What, making this a "Choose Your Own Adventure" sort of thing now?

[The stairs are tempting, but she kind of wants to be nearest to the exit.]

Hallway number one it is, Indy.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh, the grin she gets for that. Just-- all of that. He heads further into the house, taking the hallways behind the staircase. ]

I should probably warn you now, I got some intel about some creepy crawlies possibly wandering around this place. So, y'know, if you get startled or scared or somethin', my arm is available for your cuddling use.

[bearwitness]

[She follows him kind of glad they're not in immediate danger right now. Hell, it's almost kind of fun since it's not like there's actual demonic forces behind this right now.

But about that last comment.]

Rule number one: I don't cuddle. But I appreciate the thought.

[nostalgiabomb]

Aww, that's too bad. Me? I cuddle. I'm a cuddler.

[ He looks around the hallway -- once opulent with statues and artwork, now molded and covered in whatever this planet's cobweb-equivalent is. Still, the smell of damp and rot is pretty universal, and Peter can't help pulling a face. ]

Wonder what happened to these dudes. Some of these paintings would be worth a small fortune if they weren't, you know, all gross.

[bearwitness]

No hope of salvaging it, huh?

[Abbie gingerly steps over a broken statue head that looked like it was made of some sort of blue marble. How alien!]

So, this is how you make your living out in the galaxy? Go to different places, find different things, get paid big money?

[nostalgiabomb]

Sometimes, yeah. Other times it's turning bad guys in for bounty money, and every once in a while there's some galaxy-saving thrown in. A living's a living, am I right?

[ For Peter's part, he kicks at a piece of plaster that had long ago fallen from the ceiling. He takes some pleasure in the way it clatters down the hall -- far better than the weird, pressing silence of an empty house.

He keeps his eyes facing forward, and he tries very, very hard to sound nonchalant when he asks, ] How are, uh-- how are things back home?

[bearwitness]

[She lets out an amused laugh at his answer.]

Galaxy saving? Really? You're not just trying to dazzle me are you?

[At his question she stops in her tracks, trying to come up with a succinct reply.]

Well, a lot of things have changed. Obviously. Although, if you don't mind, give me a frame of reference; can you tell me when you left planet Earth?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The corners of his mouth turn down in a mockery of false modesty. ] Nah, not trying to dazzle anyone. I mean, if people are dazzled, I can't help that. It's not like I wanna brag--

[ At her question, he unconsciously touches the Sony Walkman hooked to his belt, almost like he's checking to see if it's still there. ] Last time I was there was 1988. Twenty-something years ago, by my standards.

[bearwitness]

[And here she was thinking that saving the world from the impending Apocalypse was a hard job.

Abbie notices the Walkman (man she hasn't seen those in forever) and when she hears how many years he's been away, there's a thoughtful look in her eyes and her voice softens.]

That's a long time away from home, Quill.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The change in her tone startles him more than the creaking from earlier, and he quickly slips into an easy smile. ]

Well, you know. I've been busy living the life of an outlaw with a heart of gold. Haven't found the time to head back.

But-- hey, everything's been good, right?

[bearwitness]

I'd think a savior of the galaxy would get at least a free pass to any place he chooses to go.

[Ew, space spider webs. She takes a second to brush her fingers through her hair to take out the mess.]

As for good... I'm gonna and say it's a subjective thing. There's a lot more people around the globe. But you know, more people, more problems; it's always gonna be a constant. But yeah, everything's mostly peaceful.

[She thinks it's wiser to not mention the Biblical apocalypse thing that's too complicated (and weird even for space)]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He just smiles at that -- he's thought about going back, but he always changes his mind at the last second. ]

Hey, that's cool. Nice to hear good ol' Earth hasn't been threatened by, like, alien invasions or zombie apocalypses while I've been--

[ There's a muffled crash somewhere in the house, and Peter freezes in his tracks. ]

... That, uh. That didn't sound good.

[bearwitness]

[He can say that again. She shines her flashlight in the direction of the crash.]

... Quill, be real with me here. After you finish this gig, you CAN guarantee a safe trip back for me right?

[Get her out of this space hellhole! Even if Peter's actually not all that bad and kinda fun to be with]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's pulling out his trusty gun -- and if he's honest, it's more of a security-blanket-type-thing, than an actual belief that they're in any danger. With his other hand, he raises three fingers in a sort of Boy Scout salute, using his pinky and thumb to keep a grip on his flashlight. ]

Scout's honor, Lieutenant. You gimme a hand with getting the datacube, and I'll get ya back to Earth with your share of the profits.

[ Spurred on by this new sense of responsibility, he takes the lead again, gun at the ready. But he pauses, turning back to her slightly. ]

Just be ready to, like, run like hell, yeah?

[bearwitness]

Well, I can run, but...

[She motions to his weapon.]

Got an extra? "Lieutenant" isn't just for decoration you know.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ There's a veeeeery brief pause before he hands her his gun, and his expression is just the slightest bit pained. All the same, he pulls his spare from the extra holster on his left side and keeps pressing forward. ]

Be careful with that. It's kinda my baby.

[bearwitness]

[Taking said gun and examining it.]

Oh, c'mon. But if it makes you feel better, I'll try not to overwork her.

[nostalgiabomb]

All I ask.

[ He's interrupted again by the sound of movement -- heavy, thudding footsteps from above them, and further down the hall, Peter thinks he hears the rustling of cloth. There's a slamming somewhere in the house -- a door, maybe?

They had been talking at a normal, conversational volume before, but Peter can't help but drop his voice to a hissing whisper. ]

Any ideas on what the hell is going on, Haunted House expert?

[bearwitness]

[She whispers back, but not as intensely since she's trying to keep her cool.]

Whatever's thumping around here, it's just trying to spook us. Don't let it get to you.

Well, at least until it literally gets to us.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He’ll just be staring at her for a second, then, ] Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel all that much better.

[ Unlike Abbie, Peter was totally at home with space. Aliens? He could handle them (in more ways than one, ha ha!). Spaceships? Put him behind the controls, and he’ll maneuver the clunkiest vessel through tight spaces like thread through a needle. Laser blasters, translator chips, even freaky, ancient, all-powerful Infinity Stones he could get behind.

Poltergeists, though, and things that go bump in the night? That’s where he had drawn the line. Too bad their current situation had him toeing right up against it. ]

… We can shoot ghosts, right? I mean, not that I'm saying that this is for sure ghosts, 'cause it's probably not, but hypothetically -- it’ll actually do something to them, right?

[bearwitness]

It's not supposed to.

[Abbie is what one would call a "tough as nails" cop. She's had a rough upbringing and she knows the ropes of how law enforcement is supposed to work. And now that she's balls deep into the supernatural, well, let's just say she's still got her work cut out for her.

Being in space is more or less her being more out of the loop than usual.]

And no, guns don't work on ghosts so don't try it. Let's just keep moving alright?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pulls a face, but his tone is light. ] Keep moving, she says, as if all these weird noises and stuff are completely normal in an abandoned house.

Hey, since when did cops start getting Ghostbusters training, anyway? Does that come standard in police academy now, or…?

[bearwitness]

[Anyways, she's moving on ahead, but she glances back at him, lips pursed together.]

Funny story about that actually. I'm kind of the only one really dealing with spooks.