the return of the revenge of 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. Prompts are boss. (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, a meme prompt, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in another thread somewhere, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs, who have their own list), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing: Hawke, Hannibal Lecter, Selina Kyle, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man, Serafina, Pepper Potts, Lois Lane, Jacen Solo.

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

[regenerate]

[ she waits until he's almost to the corner to start trailing him. claire is Stubborn and convinced she is sneaky.

and, really, for a teenage girl, she's uncannily good at this? almost like her dad's a secret agent and she's had to hide superpowers for a long time or something. ]

[oldfashioned]

[ unfortunately for her, he keeps himself tuned into her every thought as he makes his way into the swell of students in the hall. he tries to keep his movements subtle but it's difficult not to use vampiric speed to lose her. it'd be so easy...

instead, his every muscle stays tight, and he pushes open a side door, escaping towards the parking lot. it's raining lightly, and he hopes that might be enough to deter her as he heads for his car. ]

[regenerate]

[ She tears out into the parking lot after him. By SoCal standards, it's pouring, but she stands out in it and gets into the lot and spots him getting into his car. There's no hope after that, though. She can't follow him when her car was taken away by her dad for the recent hospital stay. She curses and looks up at the gray sky like this is its fault.

The final bell rings. She's late for class. She kicks at a puddle and heads back inside, soaked like a dog. The teacher asks if she got lost ?? ? and the class laughs. ]

[oldfashioned]

[ once the class has settled down enough, mr. banner tells mike to pass out some boxes around the room.

"Okay guys. I want you all to take one piece from each box," he says, snapping gloves on. "The first should be an indicator card." he grabs a white card with four squares marked on it and displays it. "The second is a four-pronged applicator-" he holds up a nearly toothless hair pick. "And the third is a sterile micro-lancet." he holds up a small piece of blue plastic and splits it open. the barb is visible from a distance. "I'll be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please don't start until I get to you. You'll need to prick your finger with the lancet and put the blood on the prongs." ]