Random-Ass Open RP

[effulgent]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too. I make no promises for logic, especially if I don't know the canon.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits! If the character has no icons yet, I will find icons. Or you can make me pick.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[ex_phd471]

[ Sheldon glares as if he's personally offended by the question. ]

The thingy? the thingy? Why even bother speaking English? Why not just communicate in some kind of basic grunting?

[ See, the whole comic-book-universe excitement had worn off pretty quickly. Okay, so it's neat to have validation that comics are both real and beneficial to scientists instead of being lame baby stories for babies, as Kripke liked to put it, and he enjoys having an almost omniscient knowledge of people and events, and the fact that his machine actually works — with the exception of some small bugs — is an incredible boost to his already sizable ego. But Sheldon being Sheldon, there's always something to be cranky about. ]

The thingy, as you are so astutely calling it, is suffering from a causal malfunction rather than any type of hardware issue, so as I have explained a thousand times already, until the program code is rewritten to the new coordinates there is going to be absolutely no changes to the project. And I cannot code under these conditions.

[hummel]

[ Kurt is drawn by the sound of a guitar. He thinks it might be Puck, back in Lima just like he is, but when he sees it's Blaine, his eyebrows raise and he smile. ]

I didn't know you could play.

[ A few steps closer and he halts, face falling, confused and a little embarrassed, because his boyfriend doesn't wear glasses or robes or have ridiculously long hair, so. That can't be him, and Kurt's just made himself look like a dumbass. Great. ]

[wells]

Um, do you really think he's gonna do that? I mean, he's kind of small... and weak... and he does whatever you say, right?

[fundamental]

[ calm down dad ]

You did enough celebrating in the South Pole. It's time to return to your training.

[ableist]

You'd better not be while we're in there. Stick to the plan.

[lumiya]

And how did you come by this power?

[purrfectheist]

They're hardly worth our time, are they? [ there's at least a little admission there, in her bitterness ] And yet... they manage to steal it nevertheless.

[charmingscoundrel]

Well, he knows how to take care of my ship, that's for damn sure.

[proavatar]

[She frowns.] Plans are great, but there's got to be room for improvisation.

[proavatar]

[She slumps down, scowling. He has a point. And she does like that she can now airbend, so at least there's that.] Fine. What do I have to do? [Please don't say meditating...]

[exdemon]

They tell you they love you and they want to be with you, but they don't. They... chicken out at the worst possible time!

[daylighter]

I've got a friend who's good at art.

[flayed]

So far. But he might not always.

[accioguitar]

[Harry takes it in stride. He's used to people knowing him when he doesn't know them. Just one of those things about being the famous Harry Potter.]

Yeah, I'm not just the coolest wizard out there, I'm also a musician.

[cloned]

[Kon just stares as half those words go riiiight over his head.] Uh... yeah, well, you should probably find conditions where you can program. I mean, so you don't stay stuck.

/just... co-opts you forever

[bigbad]

[Spike's trying to find a way to show Buffy his feelings. He can't just tell her. She'd do some sort of snooty self-righteous Slayer thing. No, he needs to show her.

He considers giving her a anonymous love poem. He could sneak it into her mailbox unsigned and watch her realise how much love he has for her. Then after she spends a while mooning over her secret admirer... he could admit that it's him and she'd fall head over heels for him.

Trouble is, last time a girl he liked heard his poetry, it didn't go so well. He's not much of a poet.

But! Buffy and Spike do share an interest in killing things. Yes, the more he thinks about it, that's definitely the way to her heart. Show Buffy that he's not just committed to loving her, he's committed to living her hero lifestyle.

He'd bring a vampire, but they don't leave anything he can show as proof, so they won't serve for his purposes. Finally, he finds a spiny-looking demon that feeds on human bones. Nasty fellow. Spike has a nice fight with it. He wins, and he drags the corpse back to Buffy's house.

When he gets to the porch, he looks up, trying to see if she's home. He pushes open the door, then shouts up at her.]

Buffy? Got something for you.

i'm ok with this plan

[slay]

[ oh, this should be good. if anyone had noticed that spike had become more ... annoying since riley had left the scene, it was buffy. it was like he was everywhere she turned, reminding her just how disgusted she could be at vampires.

and now he was at her house. her house. she seethes and pulls her jacket back on. not like she'd been trying to put an end to the patrol and get cozy. no, she was on-call girl, all day and all night, ready to humor his ... whatever this was that he was probably just grasping at straws as relevance went.

she pulled open her bedroom door. dawn, from her own, gave her a questioning look and buffy just shook her head in dismissal. she trudged down the stairs, narrowing a look on the doorway. ]

What do you want?

[fundamental]

We will need to meditate first. [ Because you really need to calm down, girlfriend ]

[bigbad]

[He drops the dead demon in front of her.] Just thought you should know, you won't need to worry about this little bugger eating people's bones anymore. I killed him for you.

[slays]

[ as the demon comes into view, her expression goes from one of muted annoyance and 'i don't have time for this' attitude to one of oceans of fury. she grabs the demon and then spike by his jacket and shoves both out onto the porch quickly, practically throwing them back. ]

What the hell is wrong with you?

[mandalore]

There's two ways this can go. Your choice.

[swordofthejedi]

You wouldn't get one of those off the bat anyways, you know. Somebody could lose a limb that way.

[idjits]

I'm gonna break something if you don't show a little respect. You think I like workin' with vampires?

[bigbad]

[...that sure isn't the oceans of gratitude he'd expected. He scowls, covering his hurt with indignation.]

Person whose bones he was trying to eat is fine, if you care. [Spike doesn't, but he'd even stopped and called the hospital. The hand would never grow back, but the guy lived. Really, Buffy herself couldn't have done better.]

[meta]

Is carbonite an option? Not that I want to steal Han Solo's style, but just think of the merchandising!