just rp it.

[musedactyl]

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.
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 except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
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

[easily]

I can do that.

[superswank]

[ she's suspicious, of course, but sark does love his money. ] What are you asking me to do.

[broodmeister]

Giles. Are you--

Have you been drinking? [ he doesn't smell alcohol... ]

[oldfashioned]

Then we need to work quickly. Call him at work.

[deathdealing]

Without leaving a mess.

[likedillinger]

Since they started showin' those National Geographic specials of those African tribes where the chicks don't wear shirts.

[visiongirl]

Well yeah, they can exist anywhere, but from what I understand? Hellmouths are really concentrated areas of them.

[likedillinger]

[ as the other demons glared and scowled and shit at sylar, dean jabbed the knife halfway through the guy's neck, holding it there. ]

You know the great thing about throat injuries, is it takes a good five minutes for a major artery there to bleed out.

Five minutes can seem like a long, long time.

[regenerate]

Mortal peril is no excuse not to ask nicely. [ but she's going for her phone all the same. ]

[buffybot]

Oh, I don't drink. [ anything. at all. ever. ]

[gravedigger]

[ this face that sam makes? it's the face that means he wishes he wasn't related to you. it's a stink-eye sort of grimace. he shakes his head and turns to the aisle (because dean is a bitch and stuck in the window seat despite hating planes) as the flight attendant comes by. he orders one of those little novelty liquor bottles that are the size of hotel shampoo. ]

[psychicwonder]

Like a vampire? [ stab in the dark here yo ]

[psychicwonder]

So how come we've never heard of 'em?

[sortabeautiful]

[ he lets out the wolfish equivalent of a bark, feeling a lot like Lassie. he sort of thinks he should just morph at this point but... it'd be almost embarrassing now. plus... naked.

so instead he starts running slowly ... in the direction of the treaty line. ]

[ex_boning176]

[That was quite a wager you made there. He likes your style, Mr. Mulder. You get to live for the time being.]

Within reason.

[Because let's face it he would kill just about anyone assuming they "deserved" it/he deemed it necessary.]

[rumancek]

[This was making even less sense to someone that has been living in hickville USA for the last year.]

The law firm?

[purrfectheist]

I haven't always been the best at avoiding things that aren't good for me. [ but it's a tease, and the smile she's fighting lights up her eyes at least ] Something we have in common, I think.

[slay]

[ and then he's running and she groans, starting to a sprint behind him to keep up. this is absurd. it's crazy and ridiculous and pretty much the weirdest place her life has ever gone but if he wants to be her lassie, then she's not going to turn down good help. she just ... hopes it is good help. that she's accepting from a dog.

augh. ]

[wellpastsaving]

No one who'll kill me on sight, I hope. [ can you kill someone who's dead several times over? she'd rather not know... ]

[wellpastsaving]

The law firm, yes.

[moralambiguity]

[ he nods to the stool also sitting within the summoning circle. on top of which is a little vial. ] Do-It-Yourself kit for the lady.

[mcthunderstick]

I thought I'd give you a chance to give up before busting your ass down to size. Something for which I don't need an army. Not that I can't scrounge one up, if I felt like it.

[oldfashioned]

[ he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation but says: ] Please.

[broodmeister]

... Right. [ did he know that about her? he checks his mental creeper rolodex ]

Look, maybe I just... should go. You're obviously ... doing just fine again. [ without me ;; ]

[likedillinger]

[ dean, whose mind is now on those african chicks, give the flight attendant one raunchy smile when she comes by and takes his order (of like... multiple bottles of what Sam ordered. he needs it), and flips her a wink. and then gives sam a thumbs up when she walks by. ]