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.

Comments

[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]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He clutches his free hand to his chest and feigns staggering. ]

Oh, that stings. You've hurt me in my heart-place. Swear to God, I'm gonna make you pay for damages, Lieutenant.

[bearwitness]

All joking aside, at least this part of the mansion is really pretty. Almost worth the trouble of falling on my back.

[And she starts off to go in one direction in order to look for an exit, but then all of a sudden there's a rumbling sound.

There's something big and it's coming at the both of them, FAST.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter has always worked on instinct -- it's how he's kept himself alive all this time.

So when there's movement and an obvious threat in a place that's meant to be abandoned, Peter will shoot first and ask questions later, which is why his Element gun is in his hand, and he's firing bolts of electricity with impunity. ]

[bearwitness]

[Abbie takes a few steps behind Quill and whips out her gun. Whatever he shot at, it's roaring and sparking with electricity due to the hits. It seems like there's another busted teleporter of some sort in the wall because what comes in charging at them is a monstrous space alien worm, jaws wide open and looking for a convenient meal.]

[nostalgiabomb]

Jesus H. Christ--

[ He's firing more shots at the worm -- fire, this time, because fire is an excellent option for dealing with just about anything -- but the thing just unleashes another ugly howl, more angry than hurt.

So naturally, when Peter speaks, his words are rushed and clipped, and he's starting to take a few steps back--]

Hey, so remember how you mentioned that running thing, and I was like, "Wow, Lieutenant, that's kinda lame"? Starting to seem like a great idea now.

[bearwitness]

[Abbie shouts over the din of the alien beast's roar of pain.]

Good, glad we're on the same page! We're running where that thing came from and hopefully the teleporter it came through will lead us to a place with more hiding places!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter's switching back to bolts of lightning, hoping that the shocks of electricity will keep the giant worm at bay long enough for them to act on Abbie's plan--

-- but then her words finally register in his mind. ]

Wait, you want us to run toward that thing? Are you nuts?!

[bearwitness]

[Abbie finally gets a shot at the alien worm, mostly at its tail end so it can stop thrashing around-- okay so it thrashes around MORE, but now it's out of the way leaving a clear path.]

You think we got time to look for another exit?! GO!!!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He spares half a second to let out a frustrated "aaauuugh," but he knows there aren't many options, and soon he's racing full tilt at the worm.

-- and for a moment, Peter can't quite tamp down the unsettling feeling that he might just be bait, because it wouldn't be the first time someone's tried "use the tasty Terran as a distraction" with him --

But the feeling is gone when Peter is forced to duck and slide to avoid having his head taken off by the worm's tail. He stops just short of the wall and rises on a knee to aim his gun at the creature. ]

Clear!

[bearwitness]

Coming, coming!!

[Abbie's small and fast so she's sprinting towards the wall. The worm is close behind, almost TOO close, but another quick idea flashes through her head. As she runs, she zig zags, trying to make it dizzy. It seems to work and she has to dodge roll in order for the worm's jaws not to collide with her into another wall.

The lieutenant finally makes it over to Quill breathing hard.]

You ready?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The giant worm is getting its bearings, and with a surprising amount of agility it's swept back around and spotted them at the wall.

Then, it charges. ]

Oh, shit--

[ Peter holsters his gun and grabs Abbie by the elbow. He flings himself bodily through the magic portal or teleporter or whatever-the-fuck-it-actually-is, and he hopes against hope that he's not slamming himself into a wall, because that'd be embarrassing as hell.

Luckily, it lets them through into what appears to be a library.

He's out of breath when he asks, ] We good? Any limbs missing?

[bearwitness]

[She's still panting a little, trying to relax herself now that they're out of immediate danger. Looking up at him, she nods.]

Still alive. Not dead. All in all, doing good.

[Abbie puts her hands on her knees and straightens up, looking at their new surroundings.]

A library?? Looks like a place they'd put a datacube, or whatever kind of information in here.