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]

[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.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At that, he collects himself again, trying to put on the air of a jaded explorer -- there's a lady to impress, after all. He shrugs. ]

Just meant it was good tech, is all.

[bearwitness]

I told you I lived in New York, didn't I?

[She circles the room, still staring up at the "sky."]

You can't get a starry sky like this over there.

[nostalgiabomb]

Makes sense. Light pollution, right?

[ He looks up again, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. His voice is a little soft. ] Back in Missouri, the sky was almost as clear as this. When I was a kid, Mom and I used to lie in the grass and make up constellations.

[bearwitness]

That sounds really nice.

[Oh no, feelings about family. It's hitting the soft spot in Abbie's heart and it's bittersweet and painful. Did she and Jenny ever look up at the sky? She can't quite recall for some reason because everything went wrong too early in their lives.

She lets out a heavy sigh, glancing the other way.]

It was just me and my younger sister back then. We... Did our best with what we had at the time.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Shit, he didn't mean to bring up feelings -- and he kind of looks like he regrets it -- but what's done is done. ]

Hey, well, you do what you can, right? That's all anyone can really expect.

[ He hesitates, then, ] Your sister... is she--? [ He may or may not think she's passed away. ]

[bearwitness]

[And thankfully, she breaks out into a smile. Not an incredibly bright one, but it's way more hopeful than expected.]

Jenny's doing fine. She just moved in with me recently so we're getting used to living with each other again even if I'm usually on duty with my job.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh, thank goodness. Peter's never been too great at expressing sympathy; he always feels like he's saying the wrong thing. He returns her smile easily enough. ]

So it worked out in the end. That's great. And she's good with the Ghostbuster thing?

[bearwitness]

Better than me actually, at least in terms of staying informed.

Although, now that I think about it, she's a little bit like you. Goes around the globe, gathering artifacts, having outlaw tendencies, and kicking ass.

And hopefully she's got better flirting game than you.

[Yeah, she's still on about that so what]