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

[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.

[supersenator]

And open myself up to losing some of our strongest supporters, alienating international allies, and courting assassination attempts?

[telepathy]

While, in turn, gaining the support of the entire mutant community. Perhaps not as sizable as we once were, that's quite the demographic to be turning your nose up, Mr. President. [ the way she says it is a terse near-threat. don't forget how you got this position, nathan. it wasn't entirely upstanding. ]

Better it come out now than in scandal. Your supporters will have no choice but to persist their support lest their reputation reflect their racism. Withholding support from a mutant candidate it one thing. Pledging support and repealing it so blatantly ... my, that would look interesting for PR.

[supersenator]

[ fuck you and your making good points, miss frost. ]

And when they inevitably ask to know if there are other mutants on my staff?

[telepathy]

Then, you do what you do best, Nathan. You lie. Give them a few names. The ones who'll make you look good. Keep the real players close to your chest.

[supersenator]

I take it you include yourself on that list.

[telepathy]

I'm one of many options. [ she'll give him permission to out her if there's a reason for it. ] You're in a unique position where you can prevent your mutant status from becoming a political swan dive. Perhaps even pave the way for more like you, and control the community. If it's my name that helps you do that, I find myself eager to contribute. [ she pours herself a drink, considering. ]

Though, if it's my name we're passing out, I'd sincerely consider controlling just what information about my unique talents see the Daily Bugle. [ telepathy would only make him look worse. manipulated by the members of his inner sanctum. which is accurate, of course, but problematic. ]

[supersenator]

It was a hypothetical, Miss Frost. I'd rather not lose the edge you've given us.

[telepathy]

I'm relieved to hear it you understand my value. [ if emma were the punning sort, she'd be giving herself a pat on the back for that one. ] So?