OPEN RP POST TROIS

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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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[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.

[infusion]

[She's gone quiet at his question.]

... You're right. We're almost at the point where we'll stop aging. Or it'll just be a very slow process.

[Iona's looking into her coffee cup before looking at Michael again. She doesn't want him to think she's avoiding him.]

I don't think it's fully hit me yet though.

[The gravity, if anything, is terrifying.]

[dilatory]

[Her change of tone makes Michael realize that he's hit a sensitive subject, one that she hasn't come to reconcile herself with. He admonishes himself in his head. Way to be an idiot, Michael, he thinks, feeling guilty for having brought this up to begin with.

He searches for something to say, trying to read her expression. An "I'm sorry" didn't feel like enough. He hesitates, then responds, his tone low.]

It's... um, scary, isn't it? [He idly fiddles with his napkin, finding the right words.] What's even more frightening is that I think I can relate.

[He clears his throat a little again. This isn't something he intended to talk about, but it serves him right for making her uncomfortable.] You know, because of my powers, I can sense the flow of time. I'm kind of like a living atomic clock, but on a bigger scale. [A beat.] After my powers... activated, I could feel there was something... off about myself. Like time isn't moving for me the way it should. It's way too slow.

[He's compared pictures of when he was 20 to how he looks now. Five years at a young age were hard to judge with finality, but he was pretty sure that he didn't look as different as he should have. It scared him.]

I don't know if it's the same as being a witch or warlock, but I think I can relate. It's scary. People are going to notice, eventually, and then what do I tell them? What happens when everyone around me gets older because time isn't moving correctly for my own body?

[What happens if all he can do is watch as he loses all the people he loves to the flow of time? That's the real question.]

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I can understand about not being able to wrap your head around it.

[infusion]

[Her eyes widen slightly when he confesses about his own slow aging due to his powers. She thought his strangeness had stopped at his powers to manipulate the flow of time, but it really was out of his control when it came to himself.

His fears and doubts are similar to hers. What would the future be like when people around them that couldn't live as long begin to fade away? How would they turn out? Berna never worried about such things for a while because Oren was her faithful never changing companion. But even her strong grandmother had to confront the reality which was the uncertainty of their existences.]

... Hey, Michael? I think there's one thing you can do.

[dilatory]

[He looks at her, curious, but trying not to feel too hopeful about it all, lest he's disappointed.]

What's that?

[infusion]

Always remind your parents that you love them. And let them say that they love you.

[(She's so jealous he still has his.)]

... In the meanwhile, we can be friends. So even though it looks like won't change outside, it'll be more bearable if we deal with other changes inside. Does that sound okay?

[dilatory]

[That strikes a chord with him; he feels a surge of appreciation for her words, even though such a thing is easier said than done for him, after all he's been through. But he'll take such advise into consideration, more so now that it's coming from her.]

Of course that sounds okay. [He offers a little smile.] I already consider you a friend, after all. [And maybe he needs someone who can relate so he can deal with this a bit better.]

[infusion]

((ooc: You can start a new thread for their fighting bet if you'd like, this is about to be wrapped up it seems <3))

Same!

You are gonna get SO much good drinks from visiting me.

[dilatory]

Great, I'm looking forward to it.

((ooc; will do!))