boxofdactyls | just rp it.

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just rp it.

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.

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[ no point in skulking any longer, apparently. mulder emerges from the shadow of the building, not missing the irony of how often it's usually him being approached by stalkers. ]

I just wanted a word with you.

[ yeah, alaric apparently was hunting darla but instead what he finds is crazy s2 human darla instead. 8)

she doesn't seem at all surprised that he's here. or maybe she just doesn't care. it's all part of the crazy package. ]

If you're looking for Darla, you've come to the wrong place. [ there's a bitter mockery in her tone, as she cracks a sad half-smile ] She didn't come back.

[so kawaii. illyria approves.]

I am bound to this shell. It was the vessel my Qwa'ha Xahn chose for me. I could not change it, even if I cared to.

[god damn it knox >:( you useless piece of shit she is never going to get laid this way]

[ this is pre-series i guess. and it's sarella's birthday! and being the awesome sister that she is, nym plunks an ornate and dangerous looking dagger into the table in front of her so hard that it vibrates. and then gives her a smug little smile. ] It's about time you had a proper one of your own, sister.

[Oh no. Hurricane Adelle. CAN YOU STOP A HURRICANE WITH CHEERFUL SMILES? CAN YOU?] Uh. I know the difference between Mandarin and Chinese now? Oh and that computer virus that made all the computers in the office inexplicably type in Comic Sans is cleared right up. And no one can be blamed for it. Just a little glitch in the system. A nonintentional glitch.

[He coughs awkwardly.] Should I.. have better news?

[Guess who is a fucking ninja.

Is it Sark?

It's Sark.

Really, he should probably be a bit more subtle, or maybe run before Agent Bristow brings down the cavalry- the cavalry being her father or worse, Mr. Vaughn- but why not have a little fun.

He moves through the crowd like the sneaky snake he is and ends up taking a shortcut into some nice little hallway convenient for running around in. But Sark is not running- not yet. Nope. He's just lurking at the end of a hallway, pressed against the wall, so that he can surprise~ Sydney- or not surprise her at all. The good news is HE DOESN'T WANNA FIGHT. Imagine that.]

Not even a 'hello?' Really, Sydney, given our history, I would've at least given you the courtesy of a greeting before skipping out.

[ Whatever, continuity and sense aren't important when it comes to RP. ]

[ Sarella winces, rather than flinches, at the noise of the dagger, but when she realizes it's a gift, a small smile crosses her lips. She may prefer the bow, but in this case it truly is the thought that counts, since none of their other sisters have bothered to remember that today is Sarella's birthday. ]

But I do not yet have anyone to stab.

[ Natasha gives her a sardonic look at that; she's literally nearly completely out of the vent, and she doesn't plan on dangling. But once her feet touch floor, she lifts her gloved hands skywards in the universal sign for don't shoot, her eyebrow cocked. ]

Well this is awkward.

[ It's not that she hadn't been expecting this from about the moment she'd found the security cameras already looping on a three second feed, or maybe even when she'd discovered the main lock system overridden with a tiny jammer. But that wasn't going to stop her — she didn't just need to kill the corrupt Imperial, she wanted his knowledge of how to find and navigate the Deep Core. So even though the woman pointing a gun at her has managed to beat her here, that didn't mean Natasha was simply going to give up. She'd been kind of hoping for a man, though. Men were easy prey. Women... all the women she befriends end up dead. ]

[ Natasha folds her arms challengingly, leans back against the wall, as though she's not at gunpoint. ]

[ Her boyfriend is a dick. And not actually her boyfriend, because that's not something Faith does. But still very much a dick. Is it the warlock thing? Does the warlock thing automatically make people fuck-ups? Because she said yo, J-C, let's hang out at your house (which obviously means put on a DVD and then get rumpy-pumpy) and instead she's sitting in the Solo family living-room like a chump and guess what, no-one knows where Jacen is or when he's getting home. ]

[ Faith calls him again, but it's the last time, because he's probably at that invisible junkie house getting his magical junk, and also, she doesn't care. ]

[ She puts her boots on the couch cushions, and when she spots Jaina — twins, man, twins wig her out — says, ]

Yo, is there anything to snack on in this house?

[ w/e his boys are from Kansas it counts

Lana gives him a smile. ]

Nice to see you too.

Jaime, sweetling! Come give your old auntie a hug.

[ oh hey it's lee, nursing a drink at the ship bar, looking glum. must be tuesday. ]

[ welp, since viktor is sleeping and kraven's off doing who knows what, it falls to selene to greet rebekah when she comes to the coven's manor. ]

What's happened?

[and this one you can set up whatever, idc, but I will give you random itunes lyrics in case this inspires]

I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward
Are you perspiring from the irony
Or are you sweating to these lyrics
And this just in
You're a dead fit
But my wit won't allow it

There's been a hunter in the area, coming after whatever vampires they can find.

[Guess who's joining you? This girl. Because let's face it, she kind of lives at the bar a good chunk of the time.] What's eating you?

[ i guess annie won a contest or something to take a tour of 30 rock plaza. congrats. and liz is in charge of giving the tour b/c jack is a dick and told her it would build character or some shit. she's not really pleased, and kenneth is pouting because he feels like his responsibilities are being co-opted, so as they waltz by the page stand, he gives them his equivalent of an awkward glare-down. liz hurries past, moving upwards towards the offices, and gestures inside at her own, managing to sound somewhere between proud and embarrassed at the same time. ] And here's where... the magic happens. [ right now, the writers are engaged in a game of paper football that seems to involve landing the footballs in frank's hat. ]

[ hammer arrives on the scene right after zeus went electric murder carnival on a bunch of uppity bitches. so yeah, it's a grisly scene, and smoke is rising off a bunch of corpses. when zeus sees hammer, he turns and shrugs, smirking, holding his thunderbolt sceptre in one hand. ] I was framed, ma.

[ elle's all super sparky and shit which has logan keeping his distance as the sparks wrack her body with involuntary spasms. it's so fun being made of metal. ] Is it supposed to do that?

As much as I hate to say it, Agent Casey, it's become clear that someone is leaking information about this company's activities.

[ yep, this is your latest client, inara, aren't you lucky as shit. luckily he likes to hear himself talk so that's all he's doing at the moment, while he gets a massage or sth. ]

Tell me, my dear, has business increased or gone scarce since the decimation of the civilian population? I could see it going either way, really. A dispensation with the frivolities of paid pleasure, versus a heightened turn to hedonism as a form of escapism from the dismal realities of our situation.

[ guess who's swinging by to say hello to his favorite number one ever :3 ]

Scott. I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

[ yep. this is her life rn. luckily, Inara is very good at smiling sweetly and pretending like she cares about what he's saying as she washes and massages his feet]

A little bit of both, I suppose. More people have been seeking out companions, which in turn has forced us to become even pickier over those who we select as our clients.

[Elle's wincing in pain, looking at him in annoyance. Instead of going to Pinehearst for her issues she ended up at Xavier's instead, ok.]

No, that's why I'm here. Someone told me someone here could help.

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just rp it.

ask and you shall receive

random icon ftw

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I will hold your hand.

Oh yes, of course. WHO IS THIS VAGINA IN MY GAY FANTASY?

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omg my star wars girlfriend

yeah idek.

SURPRISE!

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jaime clearly sob what am i even

SURPRISE??? i had to make this account just for you

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jaimeeeeee again

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/SCREAMS

mmmm excellent

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ummmmm yep

I MISS THEM A LOT

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