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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[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.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's content to let her take the lead. The strange noises have stopped for now, but he's still gripping his gun, trigger finger itching for something to shoot at. The quiet bothers him -- so naturally, he seeks to fill it. ]

Special assignment, huh? Or is it like a punishment, like having to direct traffic?

[bearwitness]

... You know what, I didn't think of it like that. Comparing it to directing traffic, I mean. Pretty damn accurate in a way.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That gets a snort out of him -- yes, normal conversations. Let's have them. ] Sooo, not a huge fan of the job, then?

[bearwitness]

You can say that it was sprung on me out of nowhere. Trust me, I wasn't ready for-

[And suddenly when she takes a step forward, the floor in front of her appears to give and she falls down, yelling in surprise.

Whoops!!! But when she disappears, said floor seems to have repaired itself again? Yup, this is a spooky as hell space mansion.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh what the ever loving hell-- ]

Mills!

[ As she falls, he quickly holsters his gun and lunges for her, arm outstretched to grab her hand--

And then she's gone, and he stumbles when the floor turns back to normal, and what in the fuck.

He kneels, panicked, and feels along the floor with his free hand -- some kind of alien wood, maybe, but despite the poor condition it's in, it's solid to the touch.

For good measure, he slams a fist against it. Nope. ]

Shit, shit, shit-- Mills-- Abbie! Can you hear me? Are you okay?

[bearwitness]

Son of a-...!!

[She's landed on her back and wherever she is, it's really, really, dark. Abbie sits up flinching from the impact, but is able to gather her bearings and turn on her flashlight again. The room appears to be some sort of... ballroom? Wait, how does that work? Before she can try to contemplate the logic of the architecture, she hears Peter's voice.]

Quill? Yeah, I can hear you! [She looks around. This area was too roomy for her liking.]

There's not much around, but I think I fell through a wormhole or something?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He feels a swell of relief when she responds, and he exhales sharply. ]

Not cool, Mills. If you hated my company that much, you coulda' just said so.

[ Peter stands again, and takes a cautious step over the floor -- and it flickers this time, surprisingly, but it's abrupt, and the ground is quickly solid again. ]

Probably a busted teleporter. Big house like this, they probably wanted to get from Point A to Point B--

[ Naturally, his conjecture is interrupted when the floor finally disappears from beneath him, and he lands on the ground gracelessly. ]

-- faster. Ow.

[bearwitness]

[She calls back, this time a little more sarcastic in tone.]

You're not that good at flirting, but I'm trusting you with-...

[And then he falls through and down to the ground. She points her flashlight at him raising a brow.]

... I was gonna say I was trusting you with my life out here in space.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Once he's recovered, he shoots her a hurt look. So hurt. We're talking kicked puppy-levels of pitiful here. ]

But I'm great at flirting.

[bearwitness]

You wish.

[YEAH, AS IF THAT WORKS. Okay, so she's offering him a hand to pull him up, BUT IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF PUPPY EYES.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ There's no shame in succumbing to his adorable charms, Lieutenant. He gratefully takes his hand and hauls himself up.

Back on his feet, he flicks his flashlight around the ballroom and whistles appreciatively. ]

This place must've been awful nice before it turned into something pulled out of a Stephen King novel.

[bearwitness]

I'm a little confused as to how this place works though... Ballrooms usually aren't on the bottom floor or underground, right?

[There are more noises, as if there's something hiding in the shadows and passing by them.]

[nostalgiabomb]

Like I mentioned, maybe a busted tele... porter...

[ His voice fades out when he notices the flicker of movement, and instinctively his right hand moves to his holstered gun. ]

... Call me paranoid, Lieutenant, but I don't think we're alone in here.

[bearwitness]

Yeah, I kinda figured. Now if only we had more light then it'd be...

[It seems like a day for interruptions because as if on cue, the dome shaped ceiling of the ballroom lights up in a rather unique way. It's probably some sort of old holographic technology, but it gives the illusion of staring up into a very starry sky. The fake stars twinkle and various colors contrast against the dark blue of the fake space.]

... Whoa.

[Abbie may not be dazzled by Star-Lord, but this display creates wonder in her eyes.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter will deny jumping in surprise when the lights flick on, but he's every bit as mesmerized as Abbie is when he sees the holograms above them. ]

Welp. I'm suitably impressed.

[bearwitness]

[She seems a little surprised at his reaction.]

You like it too? I thought a view like this wouldn't be a big deal to someone like you, not after all these years away from Earth.