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

THIS WILD ENOUGH?

[bighead]

[Dib's come to Maine following some rumors within the Swollen Eyeball Network about some magical activity there. Of course, he'd made sure the Earth wouldn't be in danger while he was gone. He'd made Gaz solemnly swear to call him or stop Zim WHATEVER THE COST. Okay, she hadn't so much solemnly sworn as said "Whatever" and punched him, but he was pretty sure it qualified.

He parachutes down from a helicopter he's borrowed and lands, looking pretty cool if he does say so himself. Then he peeks out from the alley in which he lands, catching sight of a man... and a dog.

Suspicious.

He bursts out of the alley, runs towards the man and stops right in front of him, looking as threatening as a tiny boy with a big head can.]

Are you a witch? Huh? ARE YOU?

[wouldbecricket]

[Pongo responds by BARKING LIKE HELL, which he'd been doing since the helicopter. Who flies a helicopter into Storybrooke. Apparently... children with impossibly big heads do. Who even gave that kid a license...

Still, being a guy who got turned into a cricket and then brought to Maine and turned back into a person by a magic curse, he can't really talk about weirdness. He just shooshes Pongo.]

I'm sorry. Am I a witch? No. Of course not. [She lives in the big house down there... somewhere...] Um... Where did you come from?

[bighead]

That's none of your business. [He says it suspiciously like the fact that Archie's questioning Dib's origins is just MORE EVIDENCE THAT HE'S CLEARLY A WITCH OR SOMETHING SUPERNATURAL.]

How about an alien? Huh? Is that face a mask hiding your disgusting green alien face? ARE YOU AN IRKEN?

[Dib: Master of paranormal investigation.]

[wouldbecricket]

[PONGO IS STILL BARKING.] Shhh Pongo. Easy.

[Luckily Archie is experienced in dealing with weird kids. Thanks, Henry.] I can definitely promise you there's no aliens in Storybrooke.

[Just... fairytale people.]

[bighead]

[He narrows his eyes.] That's just what an alien would say.

[wouldbecricket]

I can't argue with that. [Aliens are not nearly this unbearably nice, Dib. Unless they're ET. Or not from any series created by Jhonen Vasquez.] But what would make you think there are aliens here?

[Run, Dib. He's got his therapy voice on.]

[bighead]

[He's dealt with therapists before, okay. They usually are up to no good.]

Well, if you're not a witch, you have to be something...