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

[unhand]

"As proper a lady as any you'd seen before she met me." Hook grins at her. He can't help himself. He likes this headstrong princess who seems so determined not to let him win her over. "Tell me, love, have you ever been with a man?" Because clearly this is the time for extremely personal questions.

[uncurse]

Put-upon though the act might be, Emma makes a show of considering his question, as if she's trying to remember every instance that could answer it. Finally, she looks at him, expression placid.

"Have you?"

[unhand]

She's saucy. It makes him grin. Not a lass that's easily shocked, then. "I asked first. But I'll share if you do." He was even harder to shock.

[uncurse]

"A pity for us both, then, that I've no designs on it." Emma stops to push open a heavy wooden door with her hips, stepping inside with the swing of the chamber door and leaning back against it even once it's propped open. She makes a show of bowing and gesturing for him to come in. "Captain," she invites before straightening. "His cell." Raising one hand, she points to the great maw of spikes that make up the cell that Rumpelstiltskin was kept in, a lever and pull device running back from it and responsible, it would seem, for opening the cage, that would otherwise look built into the deep corner of the castle foundation that it's been carved from.

[unhand]

"Right." What they'd been going to look for. He'd gotten so distracted by his discussion with Emma, he'd nearly forgotten. How long had it been since he went that long without thinking about Milah or Rumplestiltskin?

The cage is large and intimidating looking. Hook strides straight in to start looking around, not sure what might be helpful.