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]

More like he dug himself out in a manner of speaking. But yeah, long story short, man from the late 1700s is living in a cabin in the woods in the year of our lord 2013, soon to be 2014.

I've been having a weird year.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs at that ] Yeah, seems like it. Seems in line with your Ghostbuster job, to have a zombie buddy.

[bearwitness]

Nah, not a zombie. Although with his insistence to keep wearing his old clothes, it's like he's determined to smell like one.

[nostalgiabomb]

Mills, he's a guy. Seeing as how I am one, I should tell you that guys are gross.

[bearwitness]

200 year old clothing is pushing it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He seems to take this under serious consideration. ] I once wore the same shirt for a month, but-- yeah, I guess I'd draw the line at over a century. Fair point.

[bearwitness]

[Gross, gross, gross, gross!!]

I almost got him to wear skinny jeans. A small victory, but I'll have to try harder next time.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He draws a blank at that. ]

Are skinny jeans basically what they sound like?

[bearwitness]

[She's grinning to herself as if it's a personal joke.]

You figure it out, hero.

[nostalgiabomb]

Are they like-- [ and he mulls over it, trying to remember the name ] -- are they different from like, drainpipe jeans?

[bearwitness]

Let's just say they're jeans that hug everything.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Suddenly he has a knowing look on his face. ]

Oh, I see. And you wanted your "friend"-- [ REVENGE OF THE AIR QUOTES ] --to wear something flattering like that?

[bearwitness]

Yeah. What about it?

[THERE IS A CHALLENGING LOOK IN HER EYES]

[nostalgiabomb]

Is Mr. Bicentennial your boyfriend? [ Yes, Peter Quill is actually a 10-year-old boy in a 35-year-old body. ]

[bearwitness]

[And she shakes her head rather easily.]

Nope. He's married.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks crestfallen. ] Damn it, I really wanted to do the kissing song.

So is Mrs. Bicentennial a zombie too? [ And yes, he'll insist on using that terminology. ]

[bearwitness]

Nope.

[Oh god, this needs another chug. It burns, but it burns so good.]

Witch. Like literally, a witch, it's not an insult.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He follows suit and swallows another mouthful from his own drink, looking thoughtfully at the bottom of his glass. ]

Alright, you win. Your life is weird as hell. I'm buying you another drink. [ And he follows up by signaling the bartender over, putting in another order for the two of them. ]

[bearwitness]

[Abbie rubs her forehead.]

Dunno if I'll be up for a second round. I know my limits, do you?

[Wait, she's been in the ship so...]

... I take that back.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He raises an eyebrow at her. ] A lifetime of exotic alcohols has built my tolerance up to superhuman heights. But don't worry-- the drink I ordered shouldn't be very strong.

[ Peter pays the bartender when he returns with two small tumblers of something fizzy, like a soda, and it's tinged blue, with a slice of something green as a garnish. ]

It's sweet, kinda like-- fruit punch. Granted, it's been a couple decades since I've had fruit punch, so maybe it's not what I remember.

[bearwitness]

Hm. Well, you're treating, so I'll take it.

[She accepts the glass and raises it.] Cheers. Oh! Got a perfect song for this.

[Scrolling through her phone, she lands on this particular song. The volume is a little loud, but since her phone is small, no one else in the bar immediately notices the source. In fact, they're beginning to like the song and more rounds of drinks are being ordered!]

Huh. Power of music at it's... best?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At first he's too busy listening to the song to notice what's happening, but once he does, he watches the increased activity with an amused smile. ]

Huh, never seen something like that happen. [ He clinks his glass against hers and takes a sip. ] Cheers to a job well done.

[bearwitness]

Should we be staying here any longer?

['Cause it's getting louder and wilder due to all the drink. And music. A terrifying combination.]

[nostalgiabomb]

What, scared that a brawl might break out?

[ Is what he asks, but then a large, four-armed man is shoved into a nearby table, sending several patrons down to the floor. Peter blinks, then stands. ]

... Alright, point taken. Better get lost before the cops show up.

[bearwitness]

Well, I am a cop.

[That bit of irony aside, she follows his suit and stands up... and taking the blue fries :V]