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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[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter just laughs and laughs, and he manages to wheeze out, ] Probably-- cloaca-- [ then sobers immediately when the alien recovers, clearly pissed as hell.

So Peter wastes no time in punching him across the face, sending the guy stumbling.

He grabs Abbie's hand and tries to step around toward the exit. He mutters darkly, ] Elton John wannabe.

[bearwitness]

[It's total chaos in the bar now; glasses flying, shouting, cheers for, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT. Abbie is pulled out in time thanks to Quill.]

This isn't gonna come back and bite us in the ass is it?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's leading them in the direction of the Milano now; he thinks it should be empty, considering Rocket and Drax had a night of drunken debauchery planned. Gamora probably had tagged along to play babysitter, since she had drawn the short straw. ]

If you want my personal suggestion, it's that we get back to the ship and play really, really dumb if anyone comes asking questions.

Let's do the timeskip agaaaaiiin

[bearwitness]

[As if by some miracle, they're able to return to the Milano without much incident. An hour or two has passed and Abbie has used that time to rest up after all the excitement space had to offer her.

She's up and about the ship right now, examining the interior closely. Because c'mon, spaceship!! There's actual SCIENCE behind this! Supposedly. And one more thing...]

It's getting kinda dusty in here isn't it, Quill?

[nostalgiabomb]

Et tu, Lieutenant?

[ Peter's in what the team has dubbed the "common area." He's sprawled out on the couch, his signature red coat tossed on a nearby chair, and Awesome Mix Volume 1 is playing over the ship's speakers. ]

I'll get around to it. Not like I was expecting guests, you know?

[bearwitness]

Do they use feather dusters in space?? I'd imagine it'd be kind of a novelty.

[She walks over to the speakers, mostly to look over at the tape cassette.]

Man, these are almost non-existent back on Earth now, you know? I mean, you'll find them, but everyone's going digital, now that we finally got MP3s.

[nostalgiabomb]

Not so much feather dusters as these staticky fuzzball things -- and the healthy application of elbow grease.

[ He watches her as she moves over to the tape deck, tucking his hands behind his head, but then-- have a blank stare. ]

Earth expat, remember? Em-pee-whats?

[bearwitness]

[She smiles and takes out her phone, waving it back and forth.]

It's a computer thing. Music files on computers are define as MP3 files. Makes it easier to share music, build playlists, discover musicians and bands. New AND old.

Think I could hook my phone into these? Could charge it at the same time too.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter can't help it when he shoots the phone an interested glance; he thinks that, whenever he's ready to start looking in to what he's missed on Earth (which still may be a while yet), a device like that might be helpful.

At her question he stands and stretches. ]

Lemme see if I can fix something up. Could probably jerry-rig a charger for you and get it hooked into the ship's power and speakers.

[bearwitness]

So long as you don't make it explode, I'm down with whatever you can think up of, Mr. Handyman.

[nostalgiabomb]

Please. Call me Handyman. Mister Handyman is my father.

[ Peter grabs up some of the spare wires Rocket has lying around. He opens up a small panel in the wall and sets to work. He's not as fast as Rocket would have been, but he makes do. ]

Think I've got it. Should be able to stick these wires in the charge port. You'll have to be careful about moving your-- phone around too much. [ He pauses at the word, because he remembers regular phones on Earth as having buttons and cords, and mobile phones as being large, clunky, disgustingly expensive things. ] Probably a good idea to just leave it on the table.

[bearwitness]

Well! [She walks over to him and exhales slightly before picking up the wires.]

Here's hoping for the best??

[AND PLUG IN!!! Well. Nothing exploded!! And...]

Oh, it lit up! That means it's charging. [thank god] Good job!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He is looking 100% smug at the moment. ]

I'm a consummate professional, Lieutenant. Of course it worked.

[bearwitness]

I don't know about the professional part, but you are handy.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He winks at her, before flopping back onto the couch. ]

More ways than one.

[bearwitness]

Yeah, yeah.

You're really good at piloting a spaceship, for one.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pretends to doff his hat with a flourish ] A-thank you. Many years of practical experience, I can assure you. It'll be easy getting you back home, once we've been paid.

[bearwitness]

Yeah, and when's the paying happening exactly?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He sighs, reluctant to get up. ]

We should probably head over there soon, notify that prick that we got him his precious datacube. Once he pays us, I'm gonna punch him in one of his mouths for not warning us about the shit that was in that stupid mansion.

[bearwitness]

[Abbie makes a face.]

Good business practice you got there, Quill.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, man, I'm just saying, a fair warning would've been nice. "Go get this thingy, but also keep an eye out for floors disappearing and giant creatures randomly appearing and also there are tentacle monsters, watch out for that." That too much to ask?