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]

[For that comment, he gets a playful shove with her elbow.]

I do what I can. For a half-pint, I mean.

[She takes a large swig of her drink this time.]

Anyways, who's supposed to be paying you for that cube we nearly died for?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pretends to be more hurt by the shove than he actually is and feigns a cringe, rubbing his side. ]

Supposed to meet the buyer later. Some high-class club with discreet staff, blah, blah, blah. [ And at that, he waves a hand dismissively. ] Would've taken you there for drinks, but I just really wanted to go somewhere where we didn't have to worry about keeping our pinkies up while taking sedate little sips of overpriced wine.

[bearwitness]

You work for strange people, Quill.

[Like she's one to talk! Also, the bartender comes back with an order of what can only be described as blue potato french fries, something that clearly fascinates her, but she's still intent on continuing the conversation.]

Hey, I noticed that you still keep the Walkman around even though there's more than enough high tech stuff out here to play music. Why keep it around?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's reaching for a fry when she mentions the Walkman, and he tenses for a moment before slowly moving to unclip it from his belt and place it on the bartop. He looks surprisingly somber. ]

It was a gift-- from my mom. I mean, I know there's better tech, and it's probably ancient as hell, even on Earth, but it's... special.

[bearwitness]

[Ah, so it's sentimental and to a larger degree than just someone back home keeping it for the sake of decoration or nostalgia.

She thinks it's wise not to ask what happened to his mother. What she will ask though...]

"Awesome Mix, Vol 1," huh?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His smile is back almost immediately. ] Yeah, pretty much hands down the best mix of music ever. I'll fight anyone on that.

[bearwitness]

You've been away for a long time, Quill. I'd say there's more than enough songs that cropped up in the past few years that could easily compete.

In fact... [She grins and takes out her phone, checking to see if...]

Ah, good. Still got power.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a scoffing noise, happy for the change in subject -- and if he eyes her communicator curiously, he's a little subtle about it. ]

I seriously doubt anything you've got is gonna live up to what's on this tape. [ And he taps the Walkman for good measure. ]

[bearwitness]

[She raises a brow and powers off her phone.]

Okay, then you share first.

[nostalgiabomb]

Challenge accepted, Lieutenant. Prepare to eat your words and live in regret.

[ He holds one of the headphones up to his ear as he fast forwards through the tape before stopping and looking pleased. Peter puts the headphones over her ears before hitting play. ]

Start off easy: "Moonage Daydream" by David Bowie. Released 1972 on The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.

[bearwitness]

Oh, it's on "Star-Lord."

[She totally does the quote finger motions, but she takes a few seconds to listen. The sound of David Bowie's unique inflections and voice brings a smile to her face.]

Geez, I haven't heard this song in forever.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He takes a moment to look wounded at her air quotes, but he returns her smile as she's listening. ]

It's a classic, Mills. You'll be hard pressed to find anything that'll beat that.

[bearwitness]

Mm. Yeah, David Bowie's kind of a hard guy to beat, but then again he's always been his own thing mostly.

But c'mon give my playlist a chance, will you?

[She takes out her phone and a pair of earbuds and starts scrolling through her music collection.]

I got some stuff you'll probably recognize. The 80's had really great rock. But you give me a Bowie, I raise you...

[Ah, she's found it. Abbie puts one ear bud into his ear.]

"Rumour Has It". Adele, from her album, 21. 2011.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He gives an over-exaggerated sigh as he lets her put in the earbud. At first he's determined to look grim-faced and stoic the whole time, but he can't help it when he starts tapping a finger on the bartop in time with the music.

Damn. He likes it. ]

Alright, I'll grudgingly admit-- that wasn't terrible.

[bearwitness]

"Wasn't terrible?" Fine, I'll take it, but that girl can belt out notes like no one's business, you have to admit that at least.

Your move, old guard.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He splutters, a hand going to his chest, and oh, he looks so scandalized. ] Old gu-- old guard?! How dare you, madame.

Take this, then-- "Cherry Bomb" by the Runaways, 1976. My go-to Get Pumped song.

[bearwitness]

[Ahhh, another classic. Abbie taps her foot, clearly enjoying it.]

Shaping up to be a pretty tough mix, Quill.

[As the song finishes up, she shares the next one]

Well you gave me a Cherry Bomb, but what do you think of "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado, 2006?

[nostalgiabomb]

Good taste in music is a genetic trait passed on in the Quill family.

[ His turn to listen again -- and at first, he's not sure if he likes it. As the song goes, on though, it grows on him, and-- crap, he likes this one too. ]

... Alright, Mills. I'll grant that you have a decent taste in music so far.

[bearwitness]

[She kinda has to laugh at how he's giving her credit for her taste.]

Just so you know, just because I happen to have enjoyable music, it doesn't make your list any less fun. Heck, I think people need to listen to older music every once in a while!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs a laugh too, leaning back in his seat a little. Finally he grabs a few of the blue fries, nearly forgotten in the whole music battle, and munches on them thoughtfully. ]

Alright, well, I guess I'll have to admit that I may have missed some good songs while I've been away from Earth, and I may need to catch up one of these days.

[bearwitness]

Do it, it'll be SO worth it. Just means, there's more songs to listen to in your spaceship!

[She'll be nabbing a few of the blue fries, thanks. Huh, tastier than she thought. And she wants to share one more song actually.]

We've been sharing some high energy songs, but I think you'll find this one interesting. To be honest, it's a little cheesy, but it's soothing.

Here you go.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He listens to it for a moment before tossing a smirk her way. ] You weren't kidding about it being cheesy.

[ Still, it's catchy and, if he dares to admit it, cute, and he listens to it all the way through with a small smile. ]

One-for-one, then. Slower song for a slower song. [ He's rewinding through his tape again, and he stops it thoughtfully. He hands the headphones back over while this plays.]

By 10cc, 1976.

[bearwitness]

Huh. [She listens since she isn't familiar with this particular track. But it's good. REAL good.]

I could sleep to this. I mean that in a good way of course.

That being said, I should share the songs from your mix with a friend of mine back home.

[She hasn't really pulled Ichabod into the foray of modern music since... Well, unlike Peter, he has a few centuries to catch up with.]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He seems pleased that she likes the song – it was one of his mom’s topmost favorites, and by extension, one of his. ]

Oh, you’re taking from my list? What happened to you being the music expert, huh? What with your being “up-to-date” and all. [ And lo, the return of the dreaded air quotes. ]

[bearwitness]

Hey, don't put words into my mouth, mister. Never said I was an expert.