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

nym pls!

[sarella]

[ex_charmer805]

[ Morgause has crossed the Summer Sea to be here, and she is clad in mail as boldly as any knight, her long blonde hair woven with sorcery-cut jewels of her Valyrian ancestors, her visage as cruel and noble as those busts of Aegon Targaryen. She has spent a long time isolated, learning letters and stone-shaping, history and dragon-taming, magic and religion and manipulation, and now she stands before Petyr Baelish as he works at his desk and does not bow or curtsey. ]

I see you in my fires, ser, and I see you in my crystals.

[ Her voice is sweet and lilting, not quite accented, though there's something of the Summer Isles to it despite her pale skin. ]

Whenever I seek to see my destiny in the Seven Kingdoms, it is you I see, with your gold and your whores and your smile.

[classprotector]

[ buffy is nosing up around a big mountain lion carcass. this? is so not how she wanted to spend her evening. she needed a better job. food service would be better than this. she makes a face as she rolls the animal over, and then hears shuffling. crunching of leaves. she stops, looking around suddenly. huh? ]

Okay. I'm blonde, not stupid. That wasn't dead lion leaf-rustle. That was you're not the only thing in these woods, Red. [ it's meant to draw whoever's out there into coming out, but it doesn't. there's another rustle. she whips her head around fast enough to spot a tawny wolf bursting through trees just a few yards away. ]

Really, really need a new job. [ her heels so aren't cut out for this. she starts to run after it, abandoning the animal corpse. her heels sink into the soil with every few steps until finally she just steps out of them and picks up considerable speed once they're off. and to think. most people run away from big scary wolves. ]

[jotun]

Ahh. Another ally of Stark's, is it? Don't tell me. You intend to use your feeble machines to best a god. [ a throaty chuckle makes its way out of loki's mouth. ] Oh, you mortals are dedicated, aren't you?

yes it was don't lie

[compels]

[ damon stops at the mouth of the alley, a woman draped over him with a long line of blood running down her throat, between the swell of her breasts and disappearing under her dress. he's been busy. he observes sam for a moment before remarking. ] Well, this is embarrassing. [ when he's sure that has his attention, he gives a theatrical look at the woman with him, then back at sam. ] Oh, not for me. For you. [ a little brutally, he shoves the girl away and starts to pace down the alley. ] What is that?

[telepathy]

I can only assume that I should add a hearing test to my list of recommendations, because you know how I loathe to repeat myself, Mr. President. [ her tony is sharp, icy. she is not afraid to talk to the president this way and she's not afraid to humiliate him in front of his entire cabinet while she does it either. ] It's simple. Come forward with your status as a mutant and declare your support for the community at large.

[superbeing]

[ he knows that voice. it's mingled in memories that he's not sure are real, but he knows it. he's seen her before. he didn't believe it then, either. then again, he had no means of telling what was real then.

which made it not too different from now, come to think of it. he whips around, sword drawn, and loses his gumption as he stares at her. the weapon lowers. ]

Mom. [ the word is simple and breathless and disbelieving as much as it is identifying. he knows her. it's really her. and she looks ... it's a trick. it's a trick, it's some demon. some illusory ... thing. god knows there's enough in l.a. these days. ]

[buffybot]

Yes! That's me. [ she whips around, hair billowing, mid-slay, to find him standing there. her systems run through a catalogue to identify him, and her bright smile turns to something vaguely resembling a frown, brow furrowed, but lips not quite turned downward. ] Angel. You're brooding. [ because it's the automatic identifier for him. it's not even a question it's just ... that he is always in that state so she feels the need to point it out. ]

[regenerate]

Good morning to you, too. [ she doesn't get up from the kitchen table, just takes a bite out of her toast, fixing him with a perplexed look. he'll explain what's going on if she stares at him long enough with no intent of jumping when he says jump right ... ]

DON'T HATE ME IF I SUCK

[gravedigger]

Dude, I explained this to you. You need a passport to get through the border checkpoints in Canada, but you can fly direct to Alaska without one. It was either this, or prison. [ oh did he mention they're going to alaska. this day just gets worse and worse. ] Just ... Relax, would you? And stop fidgeting.

yeah, it's time to put some in for surprises, forever later

[specialdestiny]

moar surprises

[easily]

I'm using these posts to do a lot of voice testing

[littleannieadderall]

zeus plz. let's not act like it could be anything else

[hammerismypenis]

randoms

[electrokinetic]

and a final random

[angrycenter]

NO I LIED. One last hideous voice test option

[snobbish]

feel free to surprise!

[theredglasses]

[msattentionspan]

[She glances up, pulling her hair out of her face. She didn't realize she had an audience, let alone one with commentary.]

Kinda missing the skirt and circle... [Her hand gestures in the air.] Weapon. Thing.

GIVE ME DEAN :|

[harvelle]

[Apparently Dean's been himself again here lately, and he's gone off and done something stupid. Because Jo's waiting up as he heads back to the Roadhouse on Coruscant, not looking pleased with life at all as he strolls back inside. Actually, she looks well past pleased and like she's going to rip his dick off if he says the wrong thing.

So he better start talking or something. Oh what, oh what could he have done this time?]

ALSO GIVE ME JAKE

[cheerleader]

[It only looks like I'm writing the scenario but this time I'm actually not and you get to. Ha ha.]

no it is your tags that are exciting \o\ here i won't make you do all the work

[emperorshand]

[ just like in a sitcom or something, mara and natasha were sent to assassinate the same dude. in fact, the mission was going pretty swimmingly for mara, who'd made her way into the embassy via a complicated combination of disguises, system overrides, and duct crawling, and she'd managed to make it into the governor's own private office. all she'd have to do is wait for him.

of course, that was just expecting things to go too smoothly. because suddenly there's someone else entering the room... from the same duct she'd come out of.

she swings her gun up instantly. not that she really needs it... but it tends to send a message that makes people think twice about whatever they're about to do next. ]

Don't move.

ummm... DEAN??

[disguised]

[ this mission was going so nice and well two seconds ago. syd was pretending to be some kind of cybercriminal in a seedy bar so that she could intercept some valuable information. it was easy impersonating a hacker when no one actually knew what they looked like.

unfortunately, there is someone here who knows what she looks like. because the moment the flash drive is in her hand, she spotted him across the crowd.

as she walks away, she lifts a hand to her ear, and murmurs: ]

We've got a complication. Sark is here.

sob i will try. so hard.

[darkobservation]

[ don't you love it when adelle swings by for a surprise visit to your airspace, topher

especially when she's obviously in the BEST MOOD EVER.

she watches as he sends off one of the dolls on their merry lobotomized way, and then waits until they've exited, arms folded. ]

Tell me some good news.

i approve verily

[godoftableflips]

[ they're sitting in the hollywood sign. yep. ]

So you mean to say that this body you inhabit once belonged to a mortal? [ b/c this might make any potential sex a little more rape-y and he's not that kind of viking ]