OPEN RP 2.0

[effulgent]

Now that I have your attention, this is my new open RP post! Mostly because my old one was getting a little crowded and I want to play ALL THE MASSIVELY COOL PEOPLE on my muse list who I keep not playing/not even giving userpics. So this is the ~experimental zone~ where I try new people and new things.

SO! Here's how it works.

1. Pick one of your characters.
2. Post a comment with an image or a gif or a poem or nothing at all idgaf make me do all the work without inspiration if you want.
3. Put the name of one of my characters or tell me it's my choice.
4. I will respond both with the character of your choice and with someone COMPLETELY NEW AND UNEXPECTED because seriously it's ridiculous how many of these people I haven't used.
5. FUN WILL BE HAD.

Now go forth! Comment! I may be slow as balls on some of these people BUT I WILL PLOD AHEAD. AND EVEN GIVE THEM USERPICS AND SHIT. JUST WATCH ME.

Comments

I have a feeling I know who you'll pick for at least one.

[wholeman]

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret
Never to be told.

— nursery rhyme

for your other choice! whoever he or she is.

[wholeman]

There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but

fair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wears

a utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and she

is kind and very clean without
ostentation -

but she has
no imagination

And there's a
turbulent moon-ridden girl

or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers

and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs

but she is not kind.

— Denise Levertov, In Mind

[ladysarmor]

[Lady Sansa is sitting in the garden, looking peaceful and happy for once, mostly because she thinks she's alone and the gardens are almost like the glass gardens of Winterfell, though of course, there's no glass.

When she sees Tyrion she quiets, expression sobering immediately. As usual. But she is perfectly polite, as always.]

How fares my Lord?

[wholeman]

[Tyrion is no sadist. It brings him no pleasure to see the way her face changes, and he had noticed. He has eyes. It was as obvious as coming out into the garden for the sun to find itself tracked over by a muddy cloud or a bird whap off the palace windows and land on the flagstones. Sansa cooling is like a small shadow, or the life going out of a little thing that no one else is overmuch concerned by.

Lord Tyrion doesn't think himself overmuch concerned, but he knows his standards are a bit odd for his family. He dismisses Bronn with a gesture and a smile, which he maintains as he comes upon her.] Lady Sansa. You look well.

lbr, there are no surprises here

[twinfucker]

[It's some vague futurish time when YAY EVERYONE IS TOGETHER. Dany's probably the queen and Tyrion's lord of Casterly Rock and Jaime's in the dungeon :-( sucks to be on the losing team. Also there is zero way Cersei's still alive so... that sucks too. And now Jaime's just.. given up on life. If he had anything to do it with, he'd probably take his own life.

When Tyrion comes to visit, he barely looks up.]

Brother.

[wholeman]

Jaime, [is his brother's reply, but also,] My brother.

[Tyrion looks better these days, despite the scar going up his face. The House colors look good on him, even though he's playing it down today, tunic and belt, no jewelry except the ring on his hand or overwrought cloak to keep off the dungeon chill. There are certainly worse dungeons in Westeros, and even within Casterly Rock. He's afforded Jaime--

--a slightly fuller straw pallet, maybe. He stops at the bars, looking through at his brother. Odd in any number of ways. Normally, he'dve had to look up.] I've been told that you are not eating.