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This a post where I'll RP anything with you! 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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why are you making a huge mess of him Iona

[dilatory]

[Head east for 10 miles and you'll head straight into AWKWARD TOWN. Population: Michael Camden.

There's a loud clink as his spoon he was using to stir a little sugar into his coffee slips out of his hand and hits his plate.]

You- I mean, what? [WORDS, USE THEM. He grabs at his spoon again, wiping it down with a napkin.] That's not... Sorry, I wasn't trying to fish for a compliment.

[He's totally not blushing a little AND OH LOOK HOW INTERESTING HIS FOOD IS.]

messing people up is her reason for being!

[infusion]

[Ah... Iona figures she better settle down with her teasing. Maybe she's getting too much of it from her friend, Monts. She shakes her head, still smiling, charmed by how shy he's being.]

It's not a problem. I know you weren't. I'm just uncomfortably honest!

[dilatory]

[He finally looks up at her, peering over the rim of his coffee cup as he takes a sip. He tells his stupid body to stop making him blush, because he can feel the slight heat in his cheeks. Michael tries to regain his composure, and somehow manages to just a little.]

Well... Thank you. Flatterer.

And I guess... Same to you. [The "not so bad yourself" part. Because it's only polite isn't it? And also true.]

[infusion]

[Well... She flushes, but with happiness. THIS IS FINE.]

Well... Well then! I guess I can't disagree with you there. [Wow]

Um, tell me about your family! Any siblings?

[dilatory]

[He smiles at that a little, embarrassment ebbing away.] I guess you can't.

[When the issue of family comes up, however, he casts his gaze to the side. It's not due to embarrassment this time, but rather, there's a tinge of something contemplative in his features. Almost downcast.]

Um, well, where to start? [He cups his fingers around his coffee.] My immediate family lives in New Mexico -- that's where I'm from. I haven't really seen them in awhile, you know, after I was out of college. [But he never made an honest effort, after everything.] But my mom and dad are pretty normal people; no crazy time powers or anything like that.

[Should he bring the next thing up? She asked about siblings. But it's still hard for him to talk about, even five years later. He forces himself to look at Iona directly, as if it would bring him more resolve, but he manages to look even more uncertain.] I used to have a younger sister, Annalise. We called her Anna for short. She died in a car accident a few years ago.

[Time heals all wounds, some people would tell him. How ironic. He swallows, setting his jaw. He was going to continue, but somehow he's lost his words.]

Sorry, what else? [Maybe moving forward would be better.] Didn't mean to leave it on a depressing note. But really, outside of my cousin and his family, that's about it.

[infusion]

[Iona listens carefully, hands around her cup of coffee as Michael speaks. When he mentions his mom and dad, something indescribable in her eyes flicker and she almost looks down herself. But she keeps her gaze on him steadily.

And when he mentions his sister, Anna, Iona finds herself in an awe that he looks straight at her as he tells the witch of Anna's passing.

(It's been almost ten years for her and Solomon and they still can't quite see each other, it still hurts badly for them, they still don't know what they should do even though they keep themselves busy for the sake of their sanity, for their grandmother's sake as well...)]

... Hey.

[Iona brings the cup to her lips and she takes swallows some coffee down, letting the warmth sink into her so that she can find her words again.]

Thanks for telling me about them. I really mean it.

They must be a really nice family since you turned out the way you did.

[dilatory]

[He grins. It's weak, but it's not forced.]

You don't need to thank me. You asked. I just answered honestly.

[That look of hers, when he mentioned his parents, though -- it makes him realize that she didn't really mention hers. But, for Michael, that means to him that she didn't want to talk about it. And he understands. He won't ask. She'll tell him, if she wanted to.]

They were supportive, as any family would be. I mean, it wasn't easy for them either. A parent losing a child. I can't even imagine. [He swallows again, fighting off a wave of guilt.] I hear from them every once in awhile. They make sure to call even when I forget to.

[infusion]

Good. I'm glad they do.

[There's some sort of relief that she feels for him. Even if he's dealing with a power he doesn't know what to make of and there was no way anyone else that was close to him would, he's still cared for.]

Um... So my big brother, Solomon. I call him, Sully. Like I said, he renovates houses and he kind of looks intimidating, but he's a the calmest gentle giant you'd ever meet.

[She takes another sip of her coffee. For courage.]

It was kind of hard to talk to him while I was in high school. He kept throwing himself into work. Oh, but we're fine now! We talk a lot more and I try to make sure he rests from traveling too much all over the country. He does it the normal way even though he's got magic.

[dilatory]

[He takes a bite or two of his sandwich as she speaks, feeling more at ease as they slowly move away from subjects he'd rather not linger on. He tries to imagine her brother in his head, a magic-using home renovator.]

That's kind of mundane. [He's quick to make an addendum.] I mean, not in a bad way. It's just, I suppose I would have imagined your brother in a magical kind of business, or in a business with magic. Kind of like you, with the Midnight Grind.

Does he ever swing by here?

[infusion]

Well, it's not like the homes he renovates doesn't have a touch of magic... But you're right, we both seem to like hands on work. It means we're definitely related.

And hey, the Grind's plenty enough magic for me.

[She nods enthusiastically when Michael asks about Sully's visits.]

Mm hm! He can't stay away from Oren's cooking for too long.

[dilatory]

Yeah? Then maybe the stars will align one day and I might run into him here?

[Implying that he'd like to visit a little more often. This is only his second visit, anyway.]

And who knew a golem could cook so well?

[infusion]

Maybe! Let's cross our fingers

[It makes her feel really happy inside to hear that. Iona loves having regulars because sometimes she'll have visitors who only visit the cafe, maybe once or twice. It's quite possible a person would never see the Grind again.]

And Oren has 500 years of cooking experience. He's like. A super maid-butler.

[that is the worst buffy-esque word ever, iona's kinda lame like that]

[dilatory]

[Michael likes this place. He likes the company, and he likes the atmosphere. He likes that he can spend time here around people who are as not "normal" as he is -- it doesn't feel as lonely as it does at home sometimes, even though his resistance to socializing is partly his own doing.]

A super maid-butler? [Now there's a mental image for the decade.] Does that come with the implied sparkles too?

[Should they feel bad for talking about Oren like this?]

[infusion]

[naaaaaah]

He's got enough sparkle in his eyes. AND hair.

[dilatory]

[Pfft.] Well, sparkles or not, it must be nice to have someone like him helping out. He looks pretty reliable, and running a cafe in general is probably a lot of work. Not to mention you said you're still in school.

You said he used to serve your grandmother?

[infusion]

Yeah. He was with her for a long, long time.

So he had to get used to me when my grandma told him to help me out instead.

[dilatory]

[He looks curious.] How long? He doesn't look that old. [But then again, golem. So.]

You make it sound like you two didn't get along. [He finds it hard to imagine someone not being able to get along with someone like Iona.]

[infusion]

Oh, we get along fine!

And he's about 500 plus years old for the record.

[dilatory]

[He was taking a sip of his coffee, and in his surprise it goes down the wrong way. He sets down his cup, coughing, and finally manages:]

He's how old?

((ooc; I finished both Michael's and Morgan's early timeline backgrounds, if you're interested in reading about them! It's so slow at work today bleh))

[infusion]

((ooc: GREEDILY READS BEFORE WORK))

Whoa, you okay?

[Careful there Michael, Iona grabs some napkins and pats his back lightly? HOPE THAT HELPS]

Five one hundreds. So 500. So old. REALLY old.

He'll probably talk to you soon if you keep visiting.

[dilatory]

((ooc; HAHA orz Morgan's got so tl;dr, I'm sorry. Michael's is much more brief because he's had less happen to him, go figure.))

[IT HELPS A LITTLE! Or at least, it seems to. Either way, he stops coughing and clears his throat.]

Thanks. And yeah. That's... really, really old. [He realizes something, his brows knitting together in confusion.] Wait, so... Okay, you can tell me if this is a rude question to ask, but just how old is your grandmother?

[infusion]

((ooc: I LOVE OC TL;DR and ironically, I need to write stuff like that more!?))

[And Iona answers easily enough in a easy going tone of voice.]

400. Give or take of course.

[dilatory]

[Good thing he wasn't drinking anything this time, else he might have repeated his coughing fit.]

Four hundred? [Before his brain can filter his mouth, he blurts out:] How old are you?

((ooc; do iiiiiit, I wanna read iiiiit))

[infusion]

[Iona blinks.]

I mentioned I was 23. And my brother's hitting 30.

[She sips her coffee, hiding her amusement at his reactions.]

My grandma had my dad late in life and same goes for my parents. We're babies compared to most witches and warlocks that are around.

[dilatory]

[Right, he remembered her saying that, but with this news, he figured that maybe he misheard? Maybe she meant 230 instead of 23? HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ANY MORE.

So she really was just a couple of years younger than him. But that leads to another question:]

So does that mean that you and your brother can live to be 400 plus too? That's [crazy!] such a long time. You'll have... experienced so much by then.