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

[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. ]

[broodmeister]

[ wow

that is not

the greeting he was hoping for.

his eyebrows knit together too X( ] No, I'm--

I am not brooding. [ god, s-so offended. he tries to rearrange his expression to be less brooding-like but that really only makes it more so. ] I'd heard you were--

[buffybot]

Patrolling. I'm searching for vampires. [ because obviously he was looking for her current activities to fill in that gap. ] Other vampires. Have you seen Spike?

[broodmeister]

... You're patrolling for Spike? [ hope springs eternal ]

[buffybot]

It's a game we play. He likes when I win. [ she mentions the last bit like it's a secret, then brightens up as she determines; ] You live in Los Angeles. [ which is easily interpreted as WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE even tho she's just throwing out rote factoids. ]

[broodmeister]

[ spike was always one weird ass dude, so that's not exactly surprising. ]

Uh... right. Still do, last I checked. I came because I heard--

Heard you were... [ he clears his throat. and looks away. awkwardly. ] This was a mistake.

[buffybot]

You're bloody stupid. [ buffybot concurs, with a bright smile and a nod. she's not supposed to agree with angel but when it syncs up with the programming she has about him ... well. yep. ]

[broodmeister]

Well, that's... one way of --

Did you just say 'bloody'?

[buffybot]

Yes, I did! [ she tilts her head to the side, considering him. ] Should I not?

[broodmeister]

Maybe you've been spending too much time around Giles.

[buffybot]

Guyles is my watcher! He trains me. [ and therefore she has to spend time around him duh. which would be more convincing if she said his name right ... ]

[broodmeister]

Giles. Are you--

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

[buffybot]

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

[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 ;; ]

[buffybot]

[ kanye shrug. ]

Okay! Thank you for stopping by and wasting my time. If you see Spike, would you tell him I'm looking for him?

[broodmeister]

[ WAIT. NOW HE CAN'T LEAVE ON PRINCIPLE. ] Spike? Why are you looking for Spike?

[buffybot]

He likes it when we fight evil together! [ she gives a doubtlessly horrifying, coy, sidelong look like she's telling a secret as she declares, ] It gets him all worked up for after.