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

August

[twopumpsvanilla]

[nostrings]

[August has his typewriter out and is hanging out in a cafe in New York, typing up stories. Okay, so his version of writing mostly involves writing up the histories of his friends back in the Enchanted Forest more than actually making things up, but the rest of the world doesn't need to know that. It's a living.

He's taking a short break to look around when his eye happens to catch Kate's. He shoots her a grin.]

[twopumpsvanilla]

[Kate smiles back, and then gets up from her seat because she was about to throw away her napkin that she had used as a plate for her now finished muffin, anyway. She's still carrying her coffee -- which is, of course, her usual order of a grande skim latte with two pumps of sugar free vanilla.

She stops near his table.]

A typewriter? [She's both amused and impressed.] A laptop is more portable, you know. [She teases him slightly there, with a small smile on her lips again.]

[nostrings]

What can I say? [He pushes it away a little, putting his cup of coffee down.] I'm an old-fashioned guy.

[twopumpsvanilla]

Nothing wrong with that. It probably works better than a laptop ... especially if the laptop in question is mine. [She fights with hers a lot.]

You're a novelist? [She takes a guess.]