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

[refurbished]

[ it's the sound that would draw skye to coulson's office at some late hour, the scratchy sound of an old record playing a sonata. he's sitting up, the room mostly dark aside from one single desk lamp, an old film canister in one hand, which he rolls idly between his thumb and forefinger, lost in thought. ]

[hacker]

[ Skye invites herself silently into the office, following the sound of the record, and he's just distracted enough that he doesn't seem to notice her right away. She lets the door click shut to announce herself, trying to ensure that when she begins to speak, he doesn't startle. ]

You know, I had this one foster home. [ She starts the recollection fondly, breaking the ice with something that isn't "why the fuck are you awake." ] They had a record player, and like boxes of vinyl. I wasn't allowed to touch any of it. [ There's a slight hesitation in the way she even looks at the one playing now, giving the impression that was a well-learned lesson. ] But it wasn't this. [ She gestures. ] It was all hair bands. Russ and Amy loved that thing.

[refurbished]

[ her words bring a soft, fond smile to his face, even as he keeps his attention fixed on the canister. ] Some people might beg to differ, but I think there's no sound quite like it. You can feel something that's missing from a digital file.

It feels more... tangible.

[hacker]

You sure that's not just because you were listening to them in 1965 while you were high as a kite?

[ Trying to imagine Coulson doing drugs is VERY HARD but it's a burden that Skye is willing to bear. ]

[refurbished]

Wouldn't you like to know. [ the teasing tone makes it clear that that's a no, but the humor behind it shows a hint of that openness that doesn't rear its head all that often with him, perhaps brought on by that vulnerability that only exists in the middle of the night, in the interruption of a private moment ]

[hacker]

Time capsule another time, then.

[ She holds her hands up in surrender, then drops them to her sides and invites herself over to his desk instead of hovering near the door. ]

And it just couldn't wait til morning?

[refurbished]

Trouble sleeping. [ it's said off-handedly, but he's sure that she'll find cause to be concerned anyway, so he moves on. ] Sometimes the mind takes us back to odd places, this time of night.

[hacker]

[ Sensing he's on the ropes and trying to slip being pinned down, Skye takes another approach to cracking him open. ]

Me too.

[ She lowers her chin, leaning against the side of his desk and folding her arms over her chest. Lilting piano fills the silence that she leaves. ]

I went by to see Fitz, but he … [ Her lips purse, and she shakes her head. ]

[refurbished]

[ it works, and he glances over now, concern for his team overriding his own attempts to shut her out ] It's important that you haven't given up trying.

[hacker]

You know me. [ She shrugged one shoulder. ] I suck at leaving things alone. [ Like him. She doesn't corner him quite yet, though. ] Simmons isn't coming back, is she?

[refurbished]

Never say never. [ how's that for a non answer for you today ]

[hacker]

And you?

[ She nodded to him. ]

Am I gonna have to take up sleepwalking for a chance at a one-on-one now?

[ Stupid director stuff. ]

[refurbished]

I'll always have time for my team. But since we're both here now, if you need to talk...

[hacker]

Well, since you asked ... [ Be ready to be put on blast, Coulson. As she paints this totally ambiguous picture of A Friend, she moves through his office, nosing around the stuff on display nonchalantly. ]

I'm having trouble with this friend. It's got me pretty worried, you know, 'cause it's like he's withdrawn a lot. Pulled away from the rest of us. Acts weird when we do get the chance to talk to him, like he's still the same guy we always knew, but he's dealing with something heavy. I don't know how to get him to let us take some of the weight.

[ She takes a seat at his desk, staring up at him expectantly. ]

What do you think?

[refurbished]

[ blasted :'|

he leans back in his chair, fingers twined together as he lets her call him out, expression not altering beyond the slightest shift behind his eyes. still, there's a little humor in his tone as fesses up. ] I'm thinking my objectivity might be a little compromised in this case.

[hacker]

So don't be objective. [ She sat forward, rallying by dropping the thin veil that had masked her intensity. ] Be honest with me, Coulson. I'm worried about you. Should I be?

[refurbished]

[ he doesn't answer with a yes or no, which is probably telling. ] I have the situation under control. What you might see as withdrawing is just... risk management.

[hacker]

May doesn't think you do.

[ Not to pull the classic lean on the other parent's opinion for back-up thing, but ... ]

She won't tell me anything. You're both keeping me out, and that means something's going on. I'm not stupid, okay, I know how you guys work.

[refurbished]

This isn't a question of keeping you out, Skye. It's not about trust or clearance levels.

I don't need you worrying about something that's out of your hands. Not when you have a job to focus on.

[hacker]

Yeah, which would be great, if I were getting anywhere. That writing is the deadest of dead ends. It's not a map of any place on Earth my computer can decode. Not a cipher. I've even started checking it against focal points of ancient art, A.C. It's nowhere.