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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[bearwitness]

That reminds me, do credits actually translate into North American dollars?? Heck, what would the exchange rate even be?

[Abbie mostly steps back, giving Quill room to do his work. After he plucks the cube from it's force field, she lets out a sigh of relief.]

And that would be the first good thing that's actually happened today.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks thoughtful about that. ] You know, I have no idea. Maybe I can wrangle a merchant up, see if they can exchange it into cash for you. I'm sure someone must be doing some blackmarket trading on Terra.

[ So hey, that breathing noise is back -- deep, rattling inhales and exhales -- accompanied by the sound of slithering. Peter turns and looks up, and something like this creature hangs from the ceiling some distance away, its many tentacles wandering along the floor. ]

Oh. Crap.

[ -- Peter says, then a tentacle wraps securely around his legs up to his waist, and he's pulled off his feet to be dragged along the ground. ]

[bearwitness]

[SHE NEVER ASKED FOR THIS. Abbie does not want to DEAL with any of this!! But if she doesn't, Peter's gonna be horror terror chow and that means she loses her free ride back to Earth.]

QUILL!! DUCK!!

[Abbie acts quickly and points her gun at the tentacle that's captured Star-Lord. She shoots once: Missed! She swears, but shoots again, this time successful in blasting said tentacle.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The monster is dragging him toward its mouth fast, and Peter has a second to think, That is way too many goddamn teeth, before he realizes what's happening. He tries to pull his legs free or at least set off his rocket boots to shoot himself away, but the grip is too tight and of course the trigger is covered by the creature's grip. In his mind is a running tirade of I'm gonna get fucking eaten, this is it, this is how I die, this fucking sucks, goodbye world, so he nearly misses when Abbie shouts for him. He looks back at her, and he has just enough time to cover his head with his arms when she fires.

When she hits her mark, the creature bellows and loosens its grip, giving Peter just enough space to trigger the mechanism for his jet boots, and he shoots away, back toward Abbie. His helmet and shoulders takes the brunt of the hit when he slams into the podium, but he's immediately back on his feet -- a tad unsteady, but it'll have to do. ]

Ooookay, time to go!

[bearwitness]

[You know what, no time for snarking, she's taking heed of his words and RUNNING.

Oh god, why is that shelf falling over WHY IS THAT OTHER BOOKSHELF FALLING OVER. Luckily, it barely misses the two, but this makes running from the alien monster harder than it should be!]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter runs alongside her, and he has breath enough to choke out, ] This-- fucking-- sucks.

[ Luckily there are a set of double doors dead ahead of them -- they're nearly out scot-free. ]

[bearwitness]

You THINK?

[Abbie sees the doors and stops for a few seconds. Whether they're locked or not is something she doesn't want to spend time figuring out so she shoots at what she's sure are doorknobs and when they get to the doors themselves, she gives it a good kick, opening them up immediately.]

Move, move, MOVE!!!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ If there's one thing Peter's good at, it's taking direction when his neck is on the line.

He runs across the threshold of the double doors into the hallway, and he skids to a stop to get his bearings and take off his mask. The library looks to be at one end of this long hallway; at the other end are another set of double doors, and bisecting the hallway are banisters and a set of stairs leading down. Above the stairs, a large glass window lets in a sickly beam of light. ]

Mills, c'mon. Waitin' on you!

[bearwitness]

[She's not far behind and immediately catches up with him.]

We taking the stairs or...??

[Oh god, tentacles are following them. She grabs Peter's hand and heads for the stairs]

WE'RE TAKING THE STAIRS.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter only just catches sight of the tentacles before she yanks him away, and good lord has this job gone south.

And that thought crystallizes even more sharply when they reach the top of the stairs, and more than half of the steps are broken or missing. ]

Ah, Christ. Forget this-- [ He grabs Abbie around the waist and turns. ] You trust me?

[bearwitness]

[Wait what-- oh. OH. Before Abbie can answer, the gnashing of teeth and animal sounds are echoing behind them.

She looks back at Quill, grits her teeth and nods in quick succession.]

Now I do!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He clenches his teeth and thinks, this might hurt ]

Hang on tight!

[ Peter hits the mechanism on his jet boots and then tightens his grip around her waist. He leaps up and backwards toward the window, and when they smash the glass he curses the fact that he took off his helmet. Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

He turns to use his back to break through the window and uses his arm to shield Abbie's head from the shattering glass, and then they're falling. They hit the ground hard, skidding and rolling, before coming to a stop a good distance from the house. ]

[bearwitness]

[There are literally no words Abbie can use to describe how she feels after the next few actions Quill takes. When they crash through the window, the lieutenant could have sworn her heart stopped in that moment.

And then they fell onto the cold hard ground; as they skidded, Abbie was almost afraid that their luck would run out and they would fall near the edge of a cliff. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. Her eyes were squeezed tight and she warily opens them up, still in his arms. She glances back and forth to her relief, they're finally outside.]

Quill? You're not dead right? Cause I'm not hauling your corpse back to the spaceship if you are.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ For a while he just lies there, stunned and silent --

And then everything hurts at once, and he makes a sound between a groan and a laugh. ]

Not my best move.

[bearwitness]

Oh, god. Good. You did good.

[She has to laugh weakly in reply and she rolls off of him to lie on her back and stare up at the sky.]

You ought to retire early if this is the stuff you deal with as a job. Also, that drink sounds good right about now.